I participated in my school's Secret Santa game last week. Each morning for 3 morning, the special ed kids deliver our small gifts.
I always open mine and read the clue in front of one of my classes and they help me try to figure out who my Secret Santa is.
On the fourth day we all meet at a popular local restaurant and take turns going around the table trying to guess who our Secret Santa is. If we guess right, we get our big gift. If not, then we have to wait until everyone is done for a second chance.
I guessed mine right away. Suzanne is our newest English teacher and I'm also her mentor.
For the background, I used the wrapping paper from one of the gifts.
In the top right is a thank you from the person I had. She also gave me a poinsettia plant. So thoughtful! She had a hard time with my clues and it took her a few tries. Here they are: 1. You can see me in the Berlin Daily Sun. 2. Or you can see me in the Berlin Dairy Bar. 3. If you still haven't figured out who I am, look for me in the Berlin Dance Studio.
Do you get it? My name is spelled out in the last three letter of Berlin and and first two letters of the next word. For example, Berlin Daily Sun.
Found a blog called Soul Journaling by Sarah Whitmire. She has a 22-day program to help journalers stretch their artistic legs.
My legs need stretching so I decided to try her suggestions.
I started by gluing on pages from an old book.
When that was dry, I took a permanent marker and completed this sentence, "Today I feel..." over and over all over the page.
Then I Gessoed lightly over letting a couple of the words show through.
After that I sponged a little metalic purple on top.
Then she wanted us to find a picture of something that represents our armor. How do we protect ourselves against the everyday issues that try to steal our creativity and ruin our day? She used a knight but that didn't feel right for me. Instead, I thought about it and realized that I just keep smiling and that gives me strength. I found the picture of the woman and cut out a big smile to put on her face.
I was in the cellar this morning and saw this old tin.
I opened it up and this is what I saw:
A bunch of old letters I wrote to my husband and he wrote to me. Some are from before we were married. Others are from after we'd been married about 5 years and he went to Alaska to work for about 7 weeks. Some are even letters from his mom and grandmother to him at that time.
There was also an embarrassingly horrible poem I wrote for Gary and my eighth-grade graduation card from St. Patrick's Grammar School in 1963.
The large picture was scrunched in the bottom. It's my high school graduation picture containing all 250 of us. I looked for myself but couldn't find me. The high school I graduated from is the same one I now teach at but it's in a newer building. Each graduating class now has only about 100-125 students. Our city has decreased that much!
I'm so mad at myself for not taking better care of that photo! But thrilled to find these treasures. Look at the old stamps! Can you see that some of the ones from Gary are upside down? That meant something at the time. I love you? I miss you? Something like that, anyway. Does anybody remember?
I'm happy with the ten pounds I've lost. I've been eating my regular foods only in smaller portions (well, most of the time!) so I haven't felt deprived. I've been walking at night which is something I always do, anyway.
I'm hoping I can maintain this because it's natural to me. Sure, I could have gone on a real diet, you know, one of those programs that spells out every meal for you, but once I was done, I know I'd just go back to my regular eating and put the weight back on.
Occasionally, I'll update my weight here just to keep myself in line and maybe analyze my food intake.
Sure, I could have lost another ten pounds and looked like the trim girls I see every day at school, but I'm not a teenager. I'm sixty, almost sixty-one, and I feel really good right now so this seems like the right weight for me to be happy. Food, after all, is part of my happiness, and if I'm satisfied with what I'm eating, I won't over indulge looking for satisfaction.
All my clothes fit again and I'm not winded when I run upstairs. I'd say that is success!
WEIGHT: 157.0 BREAKFAST: 1 slice of homemade toast with I Can't Believe it's Not Butter (ICBINB) and seafood salad, a banana, and a glass of skim milk SNACK: 6 Triscuit Crisps with natural peanut butter LUNCH: seafood salad in homemade WW bread, carrot sticks, and an apple SUPPER: Gary made it. A Spamwich: fried Spam, fried egg, american cheese in a WW Deli Flat, a glass of skim milk EXERCISE: only twice around the block because it started pouring so I ran for about a quarter of a mile to get back home