Does this Wordless Wednesday really require any explanation? I think not.
This was the picture on the cover of the Arts and Life section of today’s Montreal Gazette
Aaaah… the joys of back to school!
I have pulled my hair out 50 times over school lunches, and I’m only one week into school!
By Guest Blogger Dr. Matthew Edlund
I bet you never thought of resting up on the job! I bet some of you think you require little rest to function. Or even still, some of you acknowledge the importance of rest, but can’t seem the find the time to do so. I’m here to tell you…NONSENSE! Rest is the original transformative technology. Rest is like food; without it you can’t rebuild and renew your body, absolutely required for your energy, health, and productivity. And like food, you want to dine, not feed!
Which is what you do when you actively rest. Unlike the passive rest of vegging out or sleeping, active rest is conscious, directed, and entirely under your control. Active rest allows you, in as little as 30-60 seconds, to revive yourself when exhausted or relax when you’re under stress. In fact, I’ve even written a book on the The Power of Rest, and it has dozens of active rest techniques you can use to enjoy and prosper throughout the days (and nights – oh yes, sex too is a form of social rest).
Due to the demand and hype around the pioneering and revolutionary Book Series I have written for The 99 Series, The Home Shopping Network is kicking off the launch September 3rd, before the World Launch date of September 27, 2010!
This is great news for all of you who are excited to get reading!! There are a bunch of options, and you can do one, or all… today!!
The Series encompasses a roster of inspiring, personal and business development books that have ninety-nine tips in each book, all in a pocket size format that contains the best ‘need to know’ information. No more reading through hundreds of pages to get that one paragraph that pertains to your particular issue. The ninety-nine concise bullet points make it so easy to get right to the point you need!
A found this letter on Twitter today that Terry Fox wrote in October 1979, about his Marathon of Hope, and his fight to end cancer. I found it very apropos, as this weekend is the Weekend to End Breast Cancer Walk here in Montreal. Read this…
The night before my amputation, my former basketball coach brought me a magazine with an article on an amputee who ran in the New York Marathon. It was then I decided to meet this new challenge head on and not only overcome my disability, but conquer it in such a way that I could never look back and say it disabled me.
But I soon realized that that would only be half my quest, for as I went through the 16 months of the physically and emotionally draining ordeal of chemotherapy, I was rudely awakened by the feelings that surrounded and coursed through the cancer clinic. There were faces with the brave smiles, and the ones who had given up smiling. There were feelings of hopeful denial, and the feelings of despair. My quest would not be a selfish one. I could not leave knowing these faces and feelings would still exist, even though I would be set free from mine. Somewhere the hurting must stop… and I was determined to take myself to the limit for this cause.
When was the last time you went to see a movie alone? When was the last time you went to a cafe, brought a book or magazine, bought a tea or coffee, and sat outside under the umbrella and read quietly? When was the last time you brought your gorgeous self over to a bistro for lunch, treated yourself to a glass of wine, and ate a delicious meal alone?
Being alone. Something I want you to think about today. Truly being alone. Comfortable in your own skin. No distractions. No cell phones. No husbands. No kids. No girlfriends. Just you.
I finally saw Eat Pray Love last week. And funny enough, when I read the book years ago, I found myself bored to tears throughout most of it. But something in the move completely moved me. I loved it. Something resonated so deep down inside, that I cried on and off for two straight hours. Besides watching the beautiful scenery of Italy (for Eat), India (for Pray) and Bali (for Love), it was Julia Roberts that brought Elizabeth Gilbert the author, so much to life. And while I couldn’t identify with most parts of her story, parts of it were scarily so very ME.
Today’s Blog post is a bit of a mixed bowl, so as I’ve said before, stick with me Chiquitas.
Last week brought the end of camp. And end of camp = end of summer. As soon as camp’s over, it could be 100 degrees and scorching outside, but my head always feels back in the game. So despite feeling the usual sadness that the summer flew yet again, too quickly, we ended off the season on a high. My whole family gathered ’round the arena to watch my big son play in his final hockey camp tourney. I’m gonna be the annoying, bragging, proud momma now. Because after telling you how my son and I have always been the tortoise, on Friday, he was the hare!
His first shift, we all cheered him on, but he was clearly out for a leisurely skate. He was slow, and sloppy. But then his daddy walked in after the first 3 minutes. And something snapped. My sweet little guy got hungry. And he started to skate. And want it. And to watch me and my husband were to see two completely different people. I was screaming and shouting his name after he scored the first goal, the second goal, and then the third goal… a “hat trick” as they call it. My husband only smiled at him and gave him a thumbs up and his nod of approval. And I got angry at my hubby, “Why aren’t you cheering for him and showing him your encouragement?” To which he replied, “I want to keep him humble, hungry and grounded. I will kiss him after. He should know I love him and respect him when he’s good, and when he’s not good. ” And I loved that. I couldn’t argue there.
By Guest Blogger Candi Wingate
I am a married woman with two beautiful sons. I have a “full-time-and-then-some” job in the home. That job description: Wife, mother, housekeeper, cook, chauffeur, personal secretary, and more… I also work a full-time (and then some) job as the President and CEO of Nannies of Nebraska, Nannies4hire.com, Babysitters4hire.com and Care4hire.com.
This is a typical day for me… After 11 stressful hours at work (and no lunch on many days), I head home for time with my family. I am tired, frustrated and hungry. I want to decompress and have a little “me-time” before attending to my husband and two sons, cook dinner, clean the house, and do all the other things associated with my primary full-time (and then some) job as wife and mother. But, of course, I get no me-time, no decompression. I walk in the door, and the kids are all over me. They haven’t seen me since early in the morning, so they want to talk, play, and connect with me. Of course they do. And they should. My husband wants to know what’s for dinner.
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