Creating

I am beginning to get accustomed to my abundance of alone time. I still don't like it very much, but I've been determined to make the most of it. This evening, when I got home from work I sat down with my laptop and my Creative Memories Storybook Creator software, and created. And it was wonderful!

Mind you, this particular post is not meant to be a shameless plug for Creative Memories or our software. But it's just so easy for me to find AHA in creating scrapbooks and other photo projects, that I would be amiss to leave this incredibly important aspect out of my recounts of AHA.

It brings me great peace of mind to create scrapbooks and it calms me like nothing else can, to look at my photos again and again. Finding new ways to create page layouts or creating things like calendars and mugs is just downright fun for me! I love reliving the memories that I've made with my kids, my family and my friends.

For the past few years, I made a traditional scrapbook for each of the kids as well as a family book. When kid #3 came along, I quickly decided that I could no longer do that. Time simply would not allow it. So I went almost all digital. For my 2010 scrapbook, I'm making a Happiness Project, and have included all sorts of photos that make me laugh, make me feel good, or otherwise just make me happy. This is going to be my all time favorite book. The photos and the stories that go with them serve as a reminder as to how incredibly rich and blessed my life is. I am surrounded by family and friends who have helped fill my life with love. This is going to be an expensive book, but no matter what the cost is, it will be worth every single penny.

Find your AHA in whatever small things you can.  No matter how creative you think you are or are not, there is always something you can do to help you find AHA.  And no matter how alone you are or are not, there is always someone willing to help you find it!



10 Praises

A friend of mine had this as her status on Facebook this evening: "Now to end the day on a positive note: Praise yourself for 10 things you did today. (This isn't so easy.) Even the little things count!" She posts quite a lot of statuses in this manner, and I love it! Such a simple exercise yet really makes you think about what you did do, and makes you appreciate all the little things. So, here's my list of things that I am praising myself for...
  1. I'm making Christmas gifts for family members. That's all the detail I'm going to divulge mainly because said family members read this blog! But I love making them, and I'm proud of how they are turning out.
  2. I folded and put away laundry. Ok, this is the smallest bit of a little white lie. I haven't actually done this yet. But I need to if I want to sleep in my bed tonight, so it's on the "must be done" list. And besides that, I hate having clean laundry hanging around in baskets.
  3. I cleaned up my dishes from dinner. Mundane and routine, but still, I didn't *HAVE* to do it. Could have left them there...
  4. I went to my daughter's dance rehearsal for observation night, and did the "Turkey Wobble" with her class and other moms. It's a goofy little dance, but the kids like it, and I couldn't pass up a chance to dance with my baby girl!
  5. I fed my cat. This is just as mundane as cleaning up the dishes. But in exchange for putting a scoop of food in her dish every day, she'll curl up on my lap and purr. That's some good pay back!
  6. I complimented a friend's baby, who has fabulously chubby cheeks! I love chubby cheeked babies!
  7. I hugged and kissed my kids. To me, this is a given, and I do it at least 100 times a day (give or take, or at least as many times as my kids will allow me to). However, I know that there are kids who don't get as much love from their parents as mine do. My kids are just about the biggest source of AHA for me, and I can't imagine not giving them love.
  8. I took out the trash. See #3.
  9. I found my son's permission slip that he needs for a project he's doing for school. For a few moments, I was afraid that I had thrown it out. What with cleaning off my dining room table this weekend, who knows where things ended up! I had put the slip in a place where I wouldn't lose it, and surprisingly enough, it worked!
  10. I told a friend I love them. I love my friend who posted this in the first place, she's awesome. I love my Very Dear Friend who reminds me every day how much I am loved. I love the girlfriends I have, my "friends who are boys," my coworkers who let me go to hockey games with them, long-time friends, new friends, friends I have yet to meet. Anyone who has shown me support, given me encouragement, made me smile, understood my pain, talked with me, cried with me, laughed with me, held my hand (literally or figuratively), or have otherwise been a part of my life - I love you all. You will always be my AHA.

Beautiful

Sunday is traditionally our "lazy day" and after last night's intensely loud hockey game, I took full advantage of Daylight Savings Time and slept in! Everyone had a fairly slow start to the day, and it was fairly uneventful. Later in the afternoon, my daughter reminded me, in great earnest, that "before today" I had said we could have some girl time and do each other's make up, and since it was now another day and the least little bit of time had passed since I had made that statement, she felt it was necessary to add that into the day's schedule. As in, right now.

So we collected up our make up, chapstick and nail polish and headed to her room. She requested that I pretend to do make up on her horsey and 3 baby dolls, then do her make up, for real. I was also asked to paint her finger- and toenails. So I did. Pink/white alternating fingers and purple/white alternating toes. Blush, eyeshadow, and some red lip gloss... and yes, her father and I are in BIG trouble when she's actually old enough to wear all this stuff.

Then it was my turn. She painted my fingernails white and my toenails purple, and she kept most of the polish on the nail. She applied blush to my cheeks (in a straight up and down motion, which for those not familiar is not the correct way to apply blush), eyeshadow to my eyelids (and just about to the bridge of my nose and eyebrows, again, incorrect), and lipgloss to my lips (and inadvertently my teeth, even with my lips pursed closed). She was very proud of herself, and regardless of how I looked, I was too. We had a very good time attaining AHA together amongst the colors of eyeshadow and chapsticks. It was fun being a girly girl, even if it was only with a 4-year-old!

Hockey Date Night

HOCKEY NIGHT!!! The Oswego Lakers' biggest rival in hockey is the Plattsburgh Cardinals. It's the biggest game of the season, and almost always sold out. A good friend who has season tickets had bought standing room only tickets for himself, his wife and number of family members, so he offered his seats to me. I gladly accepted and went on another "date" with my oldest son.

The game was pretty intense, and I'm not a sports writer or commentator, so I won't pretend to try to amuse you with my wit about players and goals and our team squashing the other. (On a sidenote, I find sports writing much more interesting and entertaining than any other news. Their use of synonyms is unmatched, I think!) It was a nail-biter, right down to the very last second... literally. We scored, they tied it up. We scored again, they tied it up. Scored and tied once more, for 3-3 in the third period. We scored one more, then Plattsburgh pulled their goalie to get an extra player on the ice. With 1.5 seconds left in the game, we scored again! Wow. Just wow. The arena went nuts each time we scored. And when the refs made a few bad calls, it was just as bad. I screamed like I haven't screamed in a long time. Probably since the hockey games in college! My son really got into it, too. Although neither of us know any of the official rules, we know the puck is suppose to go into the opposite team's net, and he was sure to point that out to the players at every given chance. Loudly, too!

He really enjoyed being in the midst of that small bit of craziness. Which made me enjoy it even more. This may just have to be a new tradition for the two of us. "Hockey date night" with my boy = AHA.

Cleaning AHA

I have a Creative Memories Open House scheduled for this weekend, and that could only mean one thing- I have to clean my house!! Sometimes I think think the only reason I invite people over is to clean. But that's ok, because as much as I hate cleaning, when I am finished I almost always feel a sense of accomplishment.

I got home from work, barely ate dinner and immediately started in on the paperwork. One version of my idea of hell is being stuck in a room filled with bills and paperwork that I have to file. Ugh. I get nightmares from the thought of filing all my paperwork. But paper accumulates way too quickly around my house, and that's always the first thing to go when I know people are coming over. This includes cleaning off the dreaded dining room table, aka The Catch-All. Most nights I can manage to clear off a spot big enough for 4 people to eat, but when there's going to be company, I actually have to do something with all the junk that ends up there.

Another version of my idea of hell involves me walking around a room filled with toys, picking them all up but the room never gets clean. (Sometimes I swear this really happens around my house.) Toys are the next target of my cleaning attack. Up the stairs with one armload, down the stairs, up the stairs with another armload, down the stairs. I so don't need to pay for a gym membership, I just need to clean my house more often!

By the time I managed to get to bed, I had cleaned off the dining room table, picked up some papers on the hutch, swept, picked up the toys in the living room, made apple crisp, went to the grocery store and set up a display table. Not a bad night. Some pretty boring AHA, but I believe anytime you can chalk up another feeling of accomplishment and actually get something constructive done, it's AHA all the same.

The Unseen Trickle Effect

November is the month of Thanksgiving, and in that spirit, I am going to attempt to resurrect my daily account of moments of AHA. Today was an emotional day, but there were two distinct moments of AHA.

First, a friend came to watch my kids while I had to go out and take care of something. When I got back to the house, my kids went to the in-laws. I spent at least the next 15-20 minutes standing against the front door with my coat still on, crying. Flood gates opened. My friend was still with me, and although I really hate crying in front of others, I just didn't care at that point. She didn't try to say too much to make my pain go away, because she knew she couldn't. She offered a few comments and thoughts, and listened to me. Just having her there somehow made me feel better. And after a bit, I managed to pick up the pieces, dry the tears, and carry on with my evening. If she hadn't been there with me, I don't know how long I would have cried.

The second AHA came via Facebook. A friend that I knew in college had sent me a message. We knew each other in college, had a very large group of mutual friends, and I would consider us to have been friends, but we were never very close. Her message to me tonight was chock full of compliments and she said, "Your path to find happiness has helped me more than you know." That really means a lot.

After reading this, I realized how much of a trickle effect we really can have on others. Part of the point of this blog in the first place was to help me sort through my own feelings and find my strength in AHA. But part of it too, was in hopes of helping someone else realize or learn something that might help them to better deal with their own situations. I am not a therapist of any kind. I don't always know the right things to say to people. I don't always listen as well as I should. But I know what I've felt in going through what I have. And I can say with a decent amount of certainty some of the ways I've handled things have been good and some not so good. I can only hope that my experiences can help someone else.

I have had a solid core of friends who have been helping me all along, and I've been assured that when the time comes, someone else will need me in the same way. I hope that I can live up to the standards that my friends have set. Strength. Courage. Love. We all need them, and we all have them within our grasp. We just have to believe that we can reach them.

Election Madness

Today was election day (just in case you missed that memo)! I work for a NPR News affiliate, which means we air a whole lot of news, information and talk shows and not much else. Which is cool if you're a news junkie. Which I'm not really, but I digress. In the 8 years that I have worked there (more if you include the 2 during college), I have never worked an election night. Always managed to be busy somehow. This year, I finally made arrangements to have myself be available for the late shift. I am so glad I did!

I came into work around 4pm and did some of my usual paperwork and upkeep. Around 6, an unusually high number of people started wandering into the station. At 7, we all took our places and started getting geared up. Live coverage began at 8pm. I was the engineer in the production studio; we had 2 hosts and 2 guests live in the talk studio; 2 of our reporters were out in the field at various campaign headquarters; our other 2 reporters were at their desks, writing news stories and editing audio; we had a newscaster who read news every hour from the studio adjoining mine; there were about 6 people in our conference room, each with their own laptop, checking polls and numbers and races and such; there were 2 TVs, one in the front office, one in the talk studio; our Assistant Engineer wandered around checking in everywhere to make sure all the equipment was working properly at all times; and our fearless leader, the Program Director, walked around with his clipboard in hand making sure all the whos, whats, wheres and whens lined up the way they were suppose to. What an operation!

I was in charge of any- and everything that went on air. At times, I was using Google chat to talk with 2 people at once, while making sure our audio cuts had transferred into the right folder on the right computer, providing said audio cuts for our hosts or newscaster to air, connecting a third guest on the phone, and trying not to push the wrong button at the wrong time. This was more multitasking than I think I have ever done at once! It was a strange combination of frustrating, confusing, invigorating and exhilarating!

On most days, my job is not a taxing job. I do my very best not to complain about how my work drains me, because it doesn't. Really, I have a fairly easy job. Most days. However, tonight, I was whooped. We were live for 5 straight hours. When I walked out at 1:15am, I hadn't sat down since about 6pm. I don't mean to belittle myself or anyone else who works a radio job, but I concentrated harder tonight than I have in a very long time. We managed to get through the night with just a couple of flubs, but as we say, "That's live radio. These things happen." And those things did happen, but only a few and they were fairly minor. We could have seen trainwrecks much nastier. All in all, things went smoothly and no one wanted to ring anyone else's neck at the end of the night. Most everyone kept their cool. Ok, I flailed my arms around on more than one occasion when something didn't go exactly right, and cursing was not uncommon, and every now and then someone had to step into another room just for a "change of scenery," but really, everything flowed pretty well. And, as I've been told, "If you were perfect, no one would like you!"

For a night like this, perfection was not expected, I don't think. (We all like each other too much to be perfect!) However, near perfection we did, and did well. Sometimes I'm not crazy about my job (don't tell my boss, just in case he doesn't read this). Sometimes I love it. Tonight... well, last night at this point, I was high because of it. I felt accomplished. I had helped make something good happen. Things rolled the way they did, in part, because of me. And that is an incredibly awesome feeling. That is AHA at its finest. "I did that" is one of the greatest forms of AHA I can think of. That's was election night coverage was for me. I loved it, and you bet I'll do anything I can to be there again next time!