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When I think of the things that make me the happiest, it’s always the little things in life.  When I went out to dinner last night with my hubby, we walked past the Baskin Robbins ice cream shop and memories came rushing back from my days in high school.  My dad loved Baskin Robbins Burgundy Cherry.  My mom’s favorite was Daquiri Ice. I still remember them ordering those over 35 years ago.  It wasn’t an expensive treat or that unusual.  But I remember those trips to BR like it was yesterday.  We all had such a good time looking at those 31 (or more) flavors and trying to decide what we would have…only to go back to the tried and true favorites!  We’d get a scoop (or two) and laugh and talk about whatever was on our minds, enjoying the afternoon together.

Today I went to lunch with a friend.  It wasn’t a special lunch…nothing fancy.  But it was one of those little things in life…time with a friend.  Last night, I worked at commencement and had the chance to help hood the master’s candidates.  All I was doing was making sure their hoods were on correctly before they participated in commencement.  They were wonderfully appreciative for the help.  And it felt great!  The little things.

This morning, my little baby kitty (5 year old baby, that is) curled up with me in bed as my alarm was going off, purring and rubbing his nose on mine and then he licked the tip of my nose.  It’s the little things in life…

Tonight, as I was driving home and the sun was shining and my sunroof was open to let the sunbeams in and the fresh breeze blow across my face, I realized how great it feels.  Little things make me smile.

Fourth of July fireworks, a walk on the beach picking up shells, a beautiful sunrise, snuggled up on the couch with a roaring fire and a glass of wine, a drive in the country down a tree-lined lane or a rainy day curled up in bed reading a good book.

“It’s the sweet simple things in life which are the real ones after all.” ~ Laura Ingalls Wilder


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We may have to cancel weekends if they get any shorter.  Really.  After all, how can an evening and two full days fly by so quickly they are gone in a flash?  And the weeks just run on endlessly.  Each weekday feels like 48 hours (0r more).  Especially the hours at work.  Especially in April.  It’s almost the end of the year.  No, I’m not on any weird calendar or having flashbacks to December.  I live on the academic calendar.

The school year is coming to a close and I just don’t see how we can cram anything more into the week.  Yet, somehow we do.  Writing speeches, finishing up the leadership program for faculty and staff, an endless array of end-of-the-year banquets and award ceremonies for students, staff, faculty…the list seems never-ending.  But I see the end in sight.  We’ve just proof-read the commencement program.  The much-awaited commencement ceremony has been planned and the month of endless banquets/awards/speeches is half over.

With all the things going on during the week, I leave work and head for the comfiest chair in the house on Friday evening…and fall asleep.  Saturday starts off by dragging myself out of bed and running those necessary errands that are required (grocery shopping, car wash, dry cleaners–you know, the necessary evils) and events that are held on weekends, like the spring scrimmage for the football team, Fiesta events (yes, I live in San Antonio), and get-togethers.  Add in housework, laundry, and dishes (after cooking), and the weekend is now gone.  Disappeared in front of my eyes.  Almost like it was never there.  Back to work.  And another week of craziness looms ahead.  Good thing I still enjoy my job.  Just think what it would be like otherwise.

And with all this, it just proves that the old adage, “Time flies when you’re having fun.” isn’t necessarily true.  I enjoy my job…it’s hectic, but fun.  And it doesn’t fly by.  But the weekend seems shorter than two days.  By Sunday evening, it feels as if only one day has passed by.  And my weekend is not chock full of fun.

What month of the year is the busiest for you and why?

“Sunday evenings often feel like the weekend is over before it’s even  begun.” ~ Catherine McCormack


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I have no idea how we are even beginning 2011, much less seeing it end.  The last year has been one big blur of days flying by with work, trips out of town, and football and basketball games.  I hope that saying that time flies when you’re having fun is the actual reason the last year has whizzed past — I’d hate to think the time is just going by faster, because I’m getting older.  If that’s the case, at this rate, I’ll be 80 before I know it. 

I feel very remiss that I haven’t kept my promise to myself…I had planned to post something every week of 2011 and I missed the boat.  In fact, posts during the last six months have been almost non-existent.  I have to admit, I felt like committing to once a week sounded like a good idea, but then it started feeling like work instead of enjoyment.  And that is when I started putting off the posts.  Or starting to write, but never completing them.  I have several drafts and just can’t seem to finish them. 

So, here I am, wondering how the last six months went by so fast and how I managed to write so little.  But, does it matter?  It’s over.  All I can do is move forward.  And I feel like writing again.  I’m back.  I’m not committing to any specific number of posts per week or month.  I’ll write because I feel like writing.  It makes me happy– again.  I guess that means my New Year’s Resolution is to write when I feel like it. 

I hope each of you have found something that makes you happy, something you enjoy.  And resolve to do what makes you happy.  Happy New Year…welcome, 2012!  I hope you’re a little less frantic than 2011 was.  And a lot slower!

“In truth, people can generally make time for what they choose to do; it is not really the time but the will that is lacking.” ~ Sir John Lubbock

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This morning, my hubby and I went bowling. There really is a reason. The division I work in at the university is having a jamboree (staff end-of-the-year event) this week and it is at the local bowling alley. I haven’t bowled in 34 YEARS! Yes, that’s right.     34 YEARS!     I know there are people I work with who were born AFTER the last time I bowled. Needless to say, some of them bowl on a regular basis.

Don’t get me wrong. I used to love to bowl. And then I got tired of it or just didn’t make the time anymore. I can hardly remember. After all, it was 34…okay, enough. Anyway, I used to be good.  Pretty darn good, in fact.  I competed at the state level and placed seventh, if I remember correctly, in doubles and 11th in singles. 

So, off I went to the bowling alley this morning, with the knowledge that I am now incredibly old to be learning how to bowl (again) and with my hubby in tow.  At least the place we went was far from the house, eliminating odds of running into neighbors.  But, it was close to work.  So, I worried (needlessly, fortunately).  We had socks ready (since we were renting those LOVELY shoes that are available for the novices or non-regular bowlers).  And we had checked…it is only 99 cents per person per game on Sundays before noon.  Yes, we didn’t go to church.  We went bowling. 

Well, it started out rough.  We didn’t know where to go once we entered.  The place was mammoth!  And when we did find the desk, I blurted out, “I haven’t bowled in 34 YEARS!”  So, too late.  I have now embarrassed myself.  But I was wanting to make sure he knew up front, we didn’t know what we were doing and we were going to have stupid questions.  I had to give him my driver’s license.  HUH??  I guess that’s so you don’t leave without paying.  Boy, has the world changed in the last 34 years.  😀  Okay, I’ll stop bringing that up.  Then, he asked what size shoes.  Well, I live in south Texas.  I hardly wear shoes that cover my entire foot anymore, so I just had to guess.  And were those shoes lovely!?!  NO!  Mine were three colors and one of the shoes had a chunk of leather (?) missing on the area where it wraps below your ankle.  It looked like it had been chewed on by a rat.  But, they were broken in (really broken in) and were actually comfy.  Well, off to lane 3.  But first, put on the shoes and find a bowling ball.  Strangely, hubby and I are both left-handed.  I was worried.  But I guess they make the bowling balls generic now.  Who knew?  Back (XX years ago) in the day, there were left- and right-handed bowling balls.  So, we found bowling balls (and amazingly, they are all different colors now, too).  I had a bright pink one and hubby’s was orange–I didn’t see a black bowling ball in the entire place.  Then we sat at what looked like the Enterprise’s (reference to Star Trek) control panel and realized we had no idea what we were doing.  The guy on the next lane was nice enough to show us how to work it.  I was used to paper and pencil and keeping tabs on the score myself. 

I have now thoroughly embarrassed myself without even throwing the first ball.  But things definitely were not as bad as I expected.  My first game was a not horribly embarrassing 77.  Could have been a lot better, but could have been a lot worse.  And my second game was 130…I broke 100!!!  I’m feeling a little better about going on Wednesday to the jamboree.  I did my pre-jamboree, bowling reconnaissance and embarrassment-proofing.  Now, let’s hope I can repeat at least one of those game scores, so I’m not cringing as the bowling ball bounces across lanes (I’ve done that before) or flying behind me (again, done that) or bouncing off my foot (haven’t done that, but it’s a fear).  So, wish me luck and keep me in your thoughts on Wednesday evening as I head off to the lanes and the camaraderie of my co-workers.

“There’s a blush for won’t, and a blush for shan’t, and a blush for having done it: There’s a blush for thought and a blush for naught, and a blush for just begun it.” ~ John Keats

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As the economy tanks and people are worried about how to pay for college while Pell grants and other grant/scholarship/loan programs are being stripped of funds by our politicians, we wonder if it is really worth the investment and possibly the large debt incurred in student loans to attend a university.  But can we really afford not to get some kind of education?  There’s a reason why our economy is struggling.  Too many businesses have taken shortcuts by taking jobs overseas; many of the innovative technologies being manufactured are not in this country.  We need to educate our population.  We need to excel.  We need to raise standards and make sure our students are meeting them.  Without an increase in education levels, we will continue on a path of destruction.  We are destroying our economy and our future global competitiveness by reducing the ability of our young people to improve their prospects.  We need scientists, engineers, researchers, innovative business owners, inventors, and visionaries.  And we can’t do this by cutting our education budgets.  Investments now will set the stage for a brighter future.  Can we afford to pay for education now?  I say…can we afford not to? 

“If you think education is expensive, try ignorance.” ~Derek Bok

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How I hate to clean house. I love the end product, but there is so much to do that is much more enjoyable (translated–less boring, less tedious and less frustrating)). I love to read and I love to watch Food Network on the weekends.  I also love to shop and enjoy going to basketball games at a local university.  These are all activities that can (and usually do) trump doing housework.  So, I told my husband how much I hate it. 

We finally came to the agreement that since I work full-time and so does he, neither of us are that excited about doing housework.  In fact, he will vacuum, but refuses to dust.  I’m allergic to dust.  He will do the dishes (except the pots and pans) and helps a great deal with laundry.  Beyond that, we don’t want to do anything major…like windows, scrubbing floors, the bathrooms, etc.  So, we decided to hire someone.  A year ago.  And we still haven’t.  You might think this is another symptom of wanting to do fun things instead of work, but it truly isn’t.  We can’t agree on how to hire someone. 

I want to hire someone who comes highly recommended from someone we know or hire a lady at work who works in the housekeeping department.  She cleans houses on the side.  My hubby wants to hire a service.  I don’t want someone unknown coming into our house.  He wants someone who is covered by a big company’s insurance and has been screened.  I think that the people I was looking at HAVE been screened.  By the ones recommending them! 

So, a year after we decided to hire someone, we still haven’t.  Which means, I need to cut this short and start the housework–and do the necessary stuff and hope that we can come to an agreement before I have to break down and do the windows! 

“When it comes to housework the one thing no book of household management can ever tell you is how to begin. Or maybe I mean why.” ~ Katharine Whitehorn

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Recently, I read something interesting about a man who was discussing what had inspired him as a child. He was watching the first time man landed on the moon and it was then that he had an A-HA or “moon-landing” moment. He knew, at such a young age, that he wanted to be an engineer–so he could accomplish sending men to the moon or something equally as impressive.  And today, he has lived his dream. 

It made me think, what was my moon-landing moment?  What occurred in my childhood that made me think, “That is what I want to be!”  There were actually a couple of those.  The first moon-landing moment was watching (and listening to) the librarian read to my class the book Charlotte’s Web.  She read it with all of the different voices, the excitement and sadness the story needs, and it was then that I realized I wanted to be a librarian.  After all, in my little girl mind, I just KNEW she was so lucky!  She got to read for a living.  She spent her whole day reading books!  And I wanted to do that!  It was a few years later that I discovered that librarians do NOT read all day long. 

My second moon-landing moment was watching, and learning from, my fifth grade teacher.  She was wonderful!  Ms. Blumquist was everything I wanted to be…kind, gentle, caring, beautiful, patient, and she worked so hard to teach us.  But when she took the time to teach me how to hold my left hand when I wrote, so I wouldn’t twist my wrist around in an awkward way, I knew she was amazing.  She taught me to write in a mirror image of what right-handed people do.  Just like my dad taught me to bowl.  She cared about how I would progress past that one year in her class.  I wanted to be her!  As the years passed and other teachers also influenced me, I knew that I had not been wrong about that second moon-landing moment.  I wanted to teach people and impact their future. I hope that’s what I accomplished.  I feel like I did land on the moon with my time as a teacher.

What, in your life, was a moon-landing moment?  Did you reach the moon?  Or did you even overshoot and reach the stars?  I look forward to your stories.

“Without inspiration the best powers of the mind remain dormant, there is a fuel in us which needs to be ignited with sparks.” ~ Johann Gottfried Von Herder

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