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New Year…a Commitment to Change
I’ve never been big on New Year’s resolutions. As a teacher, I’ve always considered the school year the beginning and ending of life, with the summer as a buffer zone.
Starting the 1973-74 school year with high hopes Every August, I would sit down and think about the ways I wanted the upcoming school year to go. I yearly focused on having one family meal each week, another year, I organized my dinner plans in a rotating schedule…Monday–pasta, Tuesday–tacos…I usually worked to organize my brain around making my home and family life sane. While working as a full-time teacher with three kids, life was full…busy…chaotic.
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New Year’s Resolutions or Not?
Making New Year’s Resolutions has never played an important part in my life. I find that sometimes putting down words of actions to take can cause me to not take action. I would rather celebrate last year’s successes which are done and in the “can”. They were thought about, acted on, and completed. -
Cure for a New Year’s Resolution – Get a Dog
How to keep your New Year’s Resolution:My thought for my resolution was to get a dog. My resolution was to walk. I needed inspiration and a really good reason to get out there and get my buns moving.
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To Do or Not To Do (A New Years Resolution Story)
Me – Then
Me – Now Every year I plan out New Years resolutions to follow and every year, like so many others, I fail to follow my plan after about 2 weeks. I don’t know what it is or why that happens, but it’s like clockwork.
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Sandy and Her “Formative Years”
Who am I? I am a middle child of three. I grew up in a middle-class family, and have lived in the same town all my life. What I have been told, and what I remember is that I was a rather curious, spunky, and mischievous child. I don’t remember ever being bored with life during my very young years. I was always out there looking for fun and excitement much to my parent’s dismay.
One of my first memories was when I was about four or five, we lived in the upstairs of an apartment house close to downtown. My mom had to go to the basement to do laundry. The other tenant’s son who lived downstairs from us had rabbits which he kept in the basement. Well, you got it, they stunk. My mom would complain to me because I was usually with her as not to get into trouble, and she would complain that she didn’t appreciate those rabbits being down there. So, being the cooperative child that I was, when no one was around I went down to the basement and let them all out. I don’t remember how many there were, but it seemed to be excessive. I must have had a reputation because while sitting on the steps out front of the house with one of my friends, the owner of the rabbits, sought me out and scared the crap out of me. For some reason, he just knew that I had to be responsible for this. Imagine that.
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A Summary of ‘Chelle
Watching my hero with her hamster Of all the Sidetracked Sisters, I’d consider myself to be the most logical or systematic one… That being said – I’ll start from the beginning and briefly tell my story. Additional details will come later. I’m the youngest of 2 daughters to Art & Sandy. For as long as I can remember, my older sister (Lisa) was my hero. I followed in her footsteps in everything (almost). She played flute, so did I. She was a cheerleader, so was I. She learned Spanish, so did I. She went to college in Eau Claire, so did I. You get the idea.
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Lisa Hoffman, an Introduction
I am an onion. Well, you know, not a REAL onion, I’m just talking metaphorically here.As I age, each year wraps around and over the previous. Year by year memories are formed and covered with new layers.
I know, this whole onion person metaphor is kind of weird, but I really like onions, so work with me here…
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Once Upon a Time…
Once upon a time in a small city in Mid-Central Wisconsin, there lived a family with three daughters. The youngest daughter was born prematurely and weighed only three pounds. When she came home from the hospital two months later, her two sisters asked if they had to keep her? They were so hoping for a brother. Over the years, their wish was kind of granted. Their little sister was quite a Tomboy. She played cowboys and Indians with the neighborhood kids and was happiest when she was playing basketball or football with her classmates.