Archive | January, 2015

Weekly Photo Challenge: New

7 Jan

My new magnet …


For my New Year.

For a New Day.

For reminding me to live with a New Motto.



I’m Sorry Goes A Long Way … I’m Just Saying.

5 Jan

It’s not something that comes easy for me.

In fact it’s probably one of the hardest things for me to do.


I trust people.

I take their word for it.

So when something gets broken it’s difficult to pick up the pieces, especially if I knew it was done intentionally. Accidents are easy to let go of, but things done on purpose … dude I’m no Nelson Mandela. And the thing is I have no problem apologizing if I’ve accidentally wronged or hurt someone. But I trip out on how hard it is for people to apologize. Even for the little things. It makes forgiveness so much easier for the other person, because in the end it’s all about the little things

I’m just saying.


So in an effort to begin spreading forgiveness, for letting the little things go, here are a few conversation starters …

For your wives/girlfriends …. I’m sorry about eating most of the Cinnamon Toast Crunch and then putting the box back into the pantry with like four squares left. Four squares don’t fill a bowl. And then … I didn’t wash the bowl. I didn’t even rinse it so that one lonely piece of Cinnamon Toast Crunch that was left over hardened as it attached itself to the bowl…which sat there until dinner time.

I’m sorry … I know exactly where the toilet paper is located but I fail to replace it every time it runs out, and if by miracle I do replenish it, I put it on top of of the old roll, balancing it just so it won’t fall off. I know that’s not its proper place but it’s so much easier to do and it takes a second, whereas doing it the proper way takes five.

I’m sorry … I just couldn’t get into The Bachelor … and no … the DVR didn’t malfunction and accidentally erased it.

For your husbands/dudes … I’m sorry I didn’t properly learn how to spot primo front-door parking at the bank, so I had to parallel park on the street and it took me at least 10 minutes over the allotted parallel parking time because I couldn’t get in at the right angle and this resulted in scratching the tire rim.

I’m sorry we had to go over to my mother’s when it was Sunday Night Football, and you missed an amazing playoff game by some guy named Manning, had I known her television was broken I would have let you know so you could have set the DVR and I would have promised not to listen to the news on the way home and let you know they won the game in overtime by something called a Hail Mary.

For your kids … I’m sorry that your blue and white princess dress … the one from Frozen … the one that Anna wore … the one that might have accidentally made it’s way into the laundry pile instead of the hand wash pile has now lost all the awesome princess glitter. It washed away, although some has found it’s way to your brother’s baseball socks, but you could wear the baseball socks if you wanted. On the bright side the dress no longer has chocolate stains on it.

I’m sorry … Disneyland wasn’t closed.

I’m sorry goes a long way … I’m just saying.

Sandbox List Adventures 31: Never Give Up on Your Kings

3 Jan

I don’t know how it happened but it did.

I dropped the ball on this one.

We’ve been checking things off our list the last couple of months but for some reason I forgot to share … probably weak from all those sleepless nights hopped up on 5-Hour Energy and the will of Jack Bauer pushing me to finish a writing project.

That sort of writing marathon tends to slow you down a bit and you forget to share some cool adventures in the process. I realized we’ve had couple of Sandbox List Adventures since our epic hike to the Batcave and I have yet to post them. But I thought I’d mention this epic experience as it became both a lesson and an adventure rolled up into one, for both my kids.

And the best part?

The lesson and adventure came through sports.

As you all know I’m a Kings fan, always have been since the days of Wayne Gretsky and Luc Robitaille, and I’ve always shared the love for this game with my kids as we cheer them on from the comfort of our couch.

However, even though television is an amazing technological advancement the in-person experience tends to be better, at least with sports. You got the crowd, the vibe, the excitement of seeing players, the game, the organ lady, the team merchandise, the mascot, and the high-fiving with complete strangers when the moment is so spectacular that you bond.

That is sports.

It’s a great thing to experience in person at least once in your life.

And seeing how we had family here from out of town it all seemed to come together.

My kids were going to chant Go Kings Go!

And cheer with intensity and excitement after seeing their first goal.

It would be great. And it was … until it happened.

In the second period.

It seems that The Kings began to trail, and I could see the worry on the face of my kids, my son more so. I could see the doubt and then the sadness begin to creep in. Toward the end of the third period they were trailing  3-6. People started getting up out of their seats and leaving.

“I think The Kings are going to lose,” he said.

“Oh you never know. You gotta wait until the end. Always wait until the end.” I said.

As the two-minute mark hit it happened.


It was 4-6.

The clock kept ticking … and then again.


It was 5-6.

The crowd was going crazy, everyone was screaming and jumping. And you can only imagine what I was looking like.

Hope was in the air, and my son was breathing it in.

Then with less than 30 second left …


The place exploded.

I looked over to my son.

“Never give up, never give up.”

He high-fived me and we cheered with the rest of the fans as we headed into overtime.

In the end The Kings lost 6-7, and the cheers deflated, but that wild comeback was amazing and it was something I hope my son and daughter never forget. He witnessed a Clear Eyes, Full Hearts moment in those last two minutes and it was definitely a Sandbox List Adventure I’d like both of them to remember.



Finding Your Turning Points

1 Jan

It was the only thing I really asked of myself.

My only aim last year was to have more Super Soul Sunday moments.

I knew for a fact that my environment wasn’t going to change and I knew the people around me were set in their ways as well, so I realized I had to do something different, something that would change the blueprints of my life, something that would keep my Happiness Project running, and more Super Soul Sunday Moments seemed like a pretty good idea.

I loved these moments. I felt re-energized after them. I felt more like myself. I felt unbroken.

So how could I keep them coming? How could I get this feeling?

By living with one mantra.

“Clear eyes. Full hearts. Can’t Lose.”

I know you’ve heard me say it. After the monster binge watching session in December 2013, Friday Night Lights had changed my perspective. The characters, the story, and their future flipped the switch somewhere inside me. It’s helped me stay in that Thelma-&-Louise-this-is-going-to-change-my-life-today-kind-of phase.

That was the plan.

And somehow in between all the beaten down, weary, frustrated and lowly Ben & Jerry depressed days, I had made it.  Clear  Eyes, Full Hearts, Can’t Lose had made a shift in my morning, noon, and night. It had made it to my Hour-of-Power in the morning. And I was not just surviving despite the circumstances, I was thriving.

And one of the moments that just intensified that don’t-give-up attitude, was an amazing book I read.





I can’t even begin to tell you how amazing this book was to experience. You’ve probably seen the movie posters all over your town publicizing the picture. But if you haven’t seen it I encourage you to read the book before watching the movie. If you absolutely cannot wait, I understand. I do. The fact that it’s a true story blows your mind, and the book gives you a deeper understanding and connection to him, what he went through, and how he survived it.

In short it’s the amazing story of Louis Zamperini, a troubled kid who turned his life around and found a way to make it to the Olympics, only to get drafted afterward and become a Japanese Prisoner of War. But what was most amazing was not the fact that he and fellow POW Russell Allen Phillips survived 47 days on a raft at sea, it was the fact that he endured unimaginable hardships at the POW camp and survived.

Somehow Louie found the strength and courage to endure the most horrific abuse of the body, human spirit, dignity, and mind at the hands of many Japanese guards. But he found a way to thrive. He found a turning point.

And when the war was over and he was suffering from Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, depression, night terrors, and anxiety he found a turning point. Again.

It truly was a great story of “Survival, Resilience, and Redemption.”

The very fact that he found turning points during the most difficult points in his life, was inspiring.

I rooted for his survival, I rooted for his spirit to remain in tact, I rooted for him after the war. I rooted for him to turn it around, and he did. I rooted for him to remain unbroken through it all. The most amazing parts were seeing how he turned it around.

I felt so happy for him in the end, and was extremely grateful for being able to read his story at this point in my life. It put my own journey in perspective and reminded me to remain unbroken, to never give up. Everybody has turning points, everyone. Just takes courage and strength to find them.  I was happy that Louie found his and grateful that he inspired me to find mine.

So that’s the goal this year … to find my turning points.