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Showing posts with label competition. Show all posts
Showing posts with label competition. Show all posts

Friday, November 5, 2010

FLY into the holidays!

Have you heard of the Fly Lady? She is an actual person who lived in c.h.a.o.s. (can't have anyone over syndrome) for a number of years, decided she was not born organized, and decided to find out how people live who ARE born organized. She changed her habits and wrote a book to help those like herself! She also started a very helpful website which will send you emails that remind you to do things like plan dinner. She has got something going on here and I have followed her for several years now. One of the best habits she taught me was to do certain tasks on certain days. For instance, I do laundry on two certain days, grocery shop on Thursday (or Friday), work on checkbook/budget on Wednesday, etc. (I am not committing to the clean- the- house thing on Monday--- haha! But I usually do.)

One great thing she has set up is a Holiday preparation guide. I love it! It helps you do things early so you won’t be stressed out when it gets here. She has a vision of one enjoying oneself during the holidays! If you go here, you will see all kinds of fun ideas. My favorites are the missions and the journal. Just today, I picked up several grocery items that I know I will need in a month, but getting some of it ahead spreads the expense and it makes me feel like I am “on my game”. A great feeling.

I was trying to get my gift ideas list going in my Holiday Control Journal, so I asked my dear N what he might like for Christmas. Considering his souped up, super- testosterone- driven , wrestling, competitive self, can you guess what the first items requested are? “ALL the Rocky movies!” I can only imagine how those would fuel his fire. He seems as though he thinks he might die without them, yet I can see us having to hide them because he will want to punch out everything in sight. I promise we do not feed this! Ted and I are pretty docile and mild creatures. Our older son was not into sports. Yet, this guy seems to live and breathe for any kind of battle of the wills and test of strength. I do not think a few broken noses would slow him down, either. YO, ADRIAN!!!!! I need some help here!

Monday, November 1, 2010

Hippie Giant

So we are following the World Series around here and are a little disappointed in the performance of the Texas Rangers. So, what is a sports fan to do, except pick on the appearance of the other team? (Have I mentioned that my son is a little competitive??)

Heard from the next room as soon as the game is turned on, "HOLY COW, their pitcher is a hippie!!" Was that my husband? No, his son. Sorry, Giants, but he does have long-ish hair.

Friday, October 8, 2010

Day Eight (of 31 for 21) -- Pride in Your Heart



We have had a few issues with N being overly competitive. This does not pose a problem until he is playing sports and publicly loses it. We have chanted the age-old mantra until we are blue in the face, "It doesn't matter whether you win or lose, it's how you play the game." Then we explain and give examples to illustrate this to the best of our abilities. Still, he gets so fired up when playing soccer or baseball that I fear for the other players. And with him playing in leagues for kids with special needs, we try to stress letting everyone have a chance at passing the ball, being successful, etc. We had to remove him from a soccer game once, and we always repeat "Be a good sport!" before the start of any game.

WELL. Today he went to a pep rally for his high school football team. After school he told me he learned something at the pep rally. Want to know what it was? "It doesn't matter whether you win or lose, it's how you play the game." Maybe it will catch on, coming from someone else. But the best part of what he learned (I think)was when someone said that it is not shameful if you lose, but that you always need to have pride in your team and pride in your heart.

Let's see if Mr. Cut-throat relaxes a little tonight at baseball.