Here we are in New Orleans for a work-related Public Relations Conference. It is my first time visit. I have had absolutely no desire to visit New Orleans in the past. I chalk it up to watching too many episodes of COPS back in the day. Plus, all that news coverage from Katrina didn’t help either.
Today I signed up for my very first Whole Life Challenge. I’ve known people who have done this challenge, who have participated in it and have gotten amazing results. Of course, me on the other hand, always balked at signing up for the fun and games. “It’s too hard!” “It’s too involved and detailed and overwhelming!” Those were my go-to excuses. Me, being lazy and complacent.
Here I go talking about CrossFit again. I have a feeling I’ll be blogging and writing about it a lot from now on.
Things have changed with CrossFit. Things are about to get real. At least I hope so. At least that is my goal and vision.
My name is Carol and I am a caffeine addict. Oh, I’m also a journal addict.
This little tiny cup of heaven was taken this morning when I had an early morning meeting at Atlanta Bread Company; $2.50 worth of a double shot espresso. Yum! And yes, it was delicious. I thought the image I took was quite striking so I am sharing it here.
On Monday, a few of my girlfriends and I are headed to Last Resort for a Well-Armed Woman chapter meeting and outing. I’ve been wanting to check out a local chapter of The Well-Armed Woman for quite some time.
Most people who know me know that I participate in CrossFit. I absolutely LOVE CrossFit. I started CrossFit about a year ago and no one is more surprised than me about how much I love it. I was terrified to give it a try before and even in my first Fundamentals class, when the trainer asked everyone to tell him what they expected or wanted out of CrossFit, I simply said, “I’m terrified.”
With my son being gone to boot camp and all the horrific news in the world, I’m still trying to carve out some sort of normalcy. I do have another place I can vent but it won’t be here in front of the house.
So, we shall continue….
Was I enough? I suppose I could also ask it any number of ways; did I do enough, was I good enough, did I praise enough, did I discipline enough, did I teach enough, did I hug enough, did I love enough? I’m talking about being a mom. To my son, in particular. A son who is 17-years old and is now at Fort Sill doing his Army basic training for National Guard.
On Saturday, August 30th, I had the opportunity to travel to Memphis, Tennessee to visit with some writing friends. Susan Cushman hosted an event at her home and the guest speaker was Neil White, author of In the Sanctuary of Outcasts. He recently launched a new venture under his Nautilus Publishing Company called Triton Press, a hybrid publishing house.
So, I was recently nominated to do the ice bucket challenge. At first, I was going to do it but then upon further reflection and discussing this with a friend, I opted to just give money to an alternative research institute. The John Paul II Medical Research Institute also does research in finding a cure for cancer, rare diseases, and neurological diseases (to include ALS).
Sometimes, I use a Thesaurus. Eegad! Whatever. Deal with it. I know some people can be pretentious about using a thesaurus.
The other day I wanted to find some inspiration for something and went to Thesaurus to see what they had as an alternative to conservative. I found this…notice the words circled in red?
This little guy left this morning for basic training for the National Guard. He’ll be gone for a total of approximately 7 months. Basic training is only 9 weeks but then he starts his Advanced Individual Training (AIT) immediately afterward. He’ll be in Fort Sill, Oklahoma.
August slammed into me like a giant wave I wasn’t expecting. You know, like when you are at the beach, wading hip deep with your back towards the ocean and you are waving and smiling at your loved one who made the wise decision to stay on the beach when all of a sudden – BAM – a ginormous wave attacks you from behind and you go down like an anchor? Well, that’s what August has done to me. It surprised me when I wasn’t paying attention.
In this chapter, Nora dives off into her childhood and her thoughts on her mother. I believe she could have written a whole Encyclopedia collection on her parents. I found this essay to be poignantly bitter sweet.
We all have dysfunction in our family, if we are honest. Don’t we? Maybe not. I know I do! There, I said it. But sometimes, when I am scrolling through Facebook I feel like I might be the only one. Facebook gives everyone the opportunity to paint lovely masterpieces with a broad brush, that’s all I’m saying.
Hold on, wait a minute, let me grab a large cup of coffee because this may take a while….
Let me start by saying that nothing is wrong. There has been no tragic upheaval or anything like that for me, thank GOD! I’ve just been busy, with real life stuff. It’s kind of cool actually.
Friday night, Joe and Jessica Martin put out a spread for all the Huntsville Adventure Boot Camp for Women to enjoy. It was their 5-year business anniversary and a party was to be had. Food was served, dancing took place, and awards were given out.