I KNEW it was bad luck to sign a contract for our new roof (thanks to last summer’s hurricanes) on the first day of the new hurricane season. We’ve had nothing but problems since then. Our fashionable blue tarp, which has been quietly doing its protective duty for the last 10 months, began to fail almost immediately—as evidenced by the portion of ceiling in our garage that is about to cave in. The mission of failure concluded today in grand fashion. I arrived home after work to find that the tarp now exists in shreds all over our front yard, thanks to a monsoon of a thunderstorm. Did you know that shredded tarp looks like Easter grass? I am now the possessor of this fascinating bit of firsthand knowledge. Despite this, it could have been worse. I had to take an alternate route home, because my street was blocked by the fire trucks that were tending to a house that caught fire after being struck by lightning. And further blocked by the news crews that were filming it. I actually felt fortunate that all I found was shredded tarp and a slightly flooded garage. The new roof can’t get here soon enough.

So there’s my bit of excitement for the day.

News alert! I am taking a break from my regular blogging to present this vital piece of information. I have scientifically determined that 20 pounds is the amount of weight one must lose before others begin noticing. How did I discover this startling statistic, you ask? Through rigorous observational research. 1-19 pounds, not a soul mentioned it. 20 pounds, and people all over the place started asking if I have been slimming down, including three today alone. That’s all the motivation I need to stick with it to reach my goal. Um, yeah, I’m feeling pretty good about myself right now. I can’t help it, vanity rules!

Since I’m sure you all must be dying to know how I achieved this amazing and dramatic transformation, I’ll share my secret. I have been slowly but surely plodding along with my New Year’s resolution to eat less and move more. It’s simple math—burn more calories than I consume. And hey, I didn’t need a diet and exercise guru for that!

I do miss my beloved (but evil, evil, evil) Quarter Pounders, though. Or ketchup burgers, as they are known to those who have seen me eat one.

Now that I have started inviting people to visit this blog, I should give credit where it’s due because I did not come up with the idea on my own. I won’t mention names without permission, but you know who you are. Thanks to the person whose correspondence inspired me to write more (and who is probably very grateful that I have found an alternate venue for some of that writing), and also to the person whose idea I stole about doing it in a blog.

I have rediscovered a very strong desire to write, frequently, about anything. I think better when I write. I have said before that my brain connects better with my fingers than with my mouth, and it’s true. I love throwing a bunch of words on the screen and then having the luxury of time to shape them in a well-constructed, thoughtful way.

Part of my objective with this blog is to hone my writing style. I’m never satisfied, and as such, welcome any and all constructive feedback and critiques.

If you know me well, take a minute to have your hearty laugh at the thought of me being ferociously tough. Go ahead, I’ll wait. Unless, of course, you happen to be my husband, who knows very well that I can be quite stubborn when I put my mind to it, often and without warning. I’m a good wife. Really. No, I mean it. Wanting to get my way all the time isn’t necessarily bad wifely behavior, is it? Is it? But I digress.

If you are not my husband, now that you’ve recovered from your laughing fit I will tell you why I am writing this post. I recently sent a stern “get tough” e-mail to a friend, half serious and half in jest, prodding some action on a matter of relatively minor importance in the grand scheme of things. I have to laugh at myself for this tactic—which was a rousing failure and not likely to be repeated—because had I tried to take on this attitude in person rather than via e-mail, I could never have done it with a straight face. However, it reminded me of a funny story about a time when I was successfully tough with a total stranger. It’s true. My sister witnessed it and thought me trying to be “tough” was one of the funniest things she ever saw.

Imagine if you will, a mother cheerfully embarking to set up for her daughter’s 2nd birthday party at the local park. Further imagine the threat of rain, and you will understand the natural desire to hold said party under the cover of a pavilion. A large pavilion. Easily home to 10 or 12 long picnic tables. Now suppose for a moment there are two solitary people with lawn chairs and a cooler staked out in this pavilion, attempting to reserve it for a reunion to take place later in the day. They try to turn me away. I am NOT happy. I, former Most Shy, very resolutely point out the error of their ways. I only need two tables. They can have the rest. They don’t even have anyone there yet! Are they really so heartless as to disappoint a two-year-old? They push back, but I steadfastly stand my ground and, surprise of surprises, I win! To make peace (see, I’m nice that way) I offer them birthday cake, which they refuse, but that’s okay. We go on to enjoy a fabulous rain-free party with a special appearance by Blue (a clue! a clue!), the other group never uses more than 3 or 4 of the remaining tables, and I feel good that I have paved the way for another birthday party that sets up as we are leaving.

Moral of the story: Don’t mess with me when it comes to my kids! Unless you are my husband, in which case, don’t mess with me at all. It’s just safer that way!

(For Kent’s eyes only: I’m just kidding about that last part, it’s only for comic effect, I swear!! XOXO)

Here’s another writing prompt that I wanted to tackle from the Writer’s Digest archives. Duh, of course I’m going for the easy ones first.

Writing Prompt:

You’re stranded in a library or bookstore for 24 hours. In what section do you spend the most time? Why?

My Response:

First of all, I could easily spend half a day or more (and way too much money) in a bookstore. It’s my idea of a good date with Kent! We’ve done it before and will certainly do it again. This is why I’m a frequent user of my local library. It’s the only way I can afford to support my habit.

Which section do I spend the most time in? I don’t think it’s possible to limit myself to just one. On a good day I’ll hit almost every section, just to browse. I’m a wanderer who will read anything that captures my attention. I’ll always browse fiction and classic literature, and I may hit some history or biography/memoirs, business, travel, classic children’s books, and audio books. I’ve even been known to check out the cooking and arts/crafts/hobbies sections, though I don’t do much of either. But I’m always looking for that one great book that will inspire me to try something new. And with 24 hours, I may even investigate some science fiction, which normally wouldn’t make my list.

The section that I’m probably least likely to be found in is the self-help section. Not that there isn’t room for improvement, but there’s a lot of unsubstantiated “feel good” garbage on the market. Don’t get me wrong—I’m not against self-help because there are some excellent and necessary titles out there. But without a solid recommendation from a trusted source, I mostly just steer clear. My free time is valuable, and when I spend it reading I want to either be entertained or educated. With this genre in particular, it’s hard to cut through the drivel to find the gems. Besides, I manage to blunder along fairly well without the intervention of the latest diet and exercise, or relationship, or self-esteem guru du jour.

Okay, that wasn’t supposed to be a soapbox stance on self-help, so I’ll stop here before I get off on a tangent about where I think self-help really begins.

Writing about this topic reminds me of my favorite Twilight Zone episode, “Time Enough at Last.” You know, the one with Burgess Meredith as the only survivor of a nuclear holocaust who finally has all the time in the world to read, only to break his glasses. Oh, the cruel and excruciating irony!

I’ll probably do lots of book reviews here, since I’m a huge reader. The Servant Leader by Ken Blanchard and Phil Hodges happens to be my most recent read. I attended Ken Blanchard’s Faith at Work session earlier this week at the ASTD conference because it was relevant to a custom training program we are currently developing for a client, but ended up picking up this book for my own personal enrichment. It’s a great resource for anyone in a leadership position, about Jesus as a leadership role model. It’s also a very short and easy read.

My overall impression is that I liked the book very much because it made me think, a lot, about things that are important to me and I plan to read it again, this time taking notes. I discovered that I am on the right track with some things, and with others, not so much.

The book itself is divided into four major sections:

• Heart—developing a servant heart
• Head—understanding your role as a servant leader
• Hands—applying servant leadership behaviors
• Habits—incorporating daily habits practiced by Jesus to stay focused on vision and values

I found the first and last sections to be the most personally meaningful, and I really devoured them. I’m not here to preach, so you’ll have to read the book if you are interested (or ask me questions directly, which I’m happy to answer). However I will say that in these two sections especially, many of the concepts presented transcend leadership and are universally applicable. What this tells me is that I needed this book more as a personal reminder about my connection to God, and Jesus, and how to live my life, and less as a tool for altering my current leadership behaviors—although that will happen, too.

I do have a quibble, however. It’s a small quibble, because the content is excellent and I otherwise found the book so valuable, but I have to mention it. There is a section in the book that, to me, reads just a little like a commercial for Ken Blanchard’s earlier work in Situational Leadership. Blanchard describes Situational Leadership as “a practical framework for describing and applying the servant leadership principles that Jesus modeled.” However, it’s really just a standard leadership model (albeit a very good and well-recognized one) that, if I interpret the chronology correctly, was developed by the author before and independently of any deep recognition of Jesus in his life. It works, but it somehow felt like a retrofit. This was definitely the “business” part of the book supported by some scripture rather than the “inspirational” part.

Despite the quibble, I’d recommend this book. The concepts are timeless, and even if stripped of the Christian message and scriptural support, I believe the book carries sound principles for anyone to live and lead by. Four stars (out of five) for making me think.

Noah is two, and he’s not terrible at all. Playing with him tonight inspired me to write this post. I LOVE this age. At two, children can communicate with you, and they have developed little personalities that I can only marvel at. I suppose I’m fortunate that Noah has such a sunny attitude. He’s always happy, hardly ever cranky. Tantrums are rare, and often faked. I’m easily amused when he throws himself in the floor and squeaks out a fake cry or two until he realizes it’s not getting him any attention. I know not all parents are so lucky. My mother tells me it’s because we’re doing something right, but we are just muddling through parenthood, the same as most people.

I also love seeing the displays of independent thinking at this age. I have a very favorite story about Maia at two, related to the emergence of her analytical thinking. It was the first time I ever had a conversation with her where I felt like I could actually see the wheels spinning in her brain as she tried to figure out how to pull one over on me. Instead of crying when I said no, she was really analyzing the situation and changing her strategy accordingly. It made such an impression on me that I still remember the conversation almost verbatim. She was trying to convince me to let her wear a favorite t-shirt to school, and the conversation went something like this:

Maia: I wear this.

Me: No, you can’t wear that, you slept in it.

(We go back and forth on this a few times before she decides to try a different approach.)

Maia: Daddy said I wear this.

Me: Oh, he did, did he?

Maia: Yeah.

Me: I don’t think Daddy said you could wear that after you slept in it.

(Now she changes her tactic again.)

Maia: I put it in my cubby hole.

(They have cubbies at school for extra clothes, clean underwear, etc. Now it doesn’t matter if she wears it or not as long as she gets it to school. Probably planning to get her teacher to let her wear it as soon as I’m gone. Smart, but no dice.)

Me: No, you’ve slept in it every night for a week, it’s dirty.

Maia: I clean it.

(She then proceeds to wet her finger on her tongue and rub it all over her shirt to “clean” it the same way I do to wipe smudges off her face — the famous Mommy spit bath. By this time I’m laughing hysterically. I can’t help it, I can see she’s trying really hard to convince me to let her take this shirt to school.)

Maia: It’s clean now, Mommy.

Me: No it isn’t, you need to put it in your hamper with your other dirty clothes.

(Then, a last ditch effort.)

Maia: Daddy said I put it in my cubby hole.

(I don’t really like this Daddy thing, it’s the first time she’s tried to pit one against the other, but I let it slide because I’m thankful she’s not crying or having a temper tantrum. I finally convince her to leave the shirt at home and she can sleep in it again that night. All is well.)

So there you have it, a true account of Maia’s creative thinking skills at the age of two. She was one smart cookie but at least in this case, Mommy stayed just a little smarter.

This is a story that I like to tell people, so I figured I would put it here as a post; something fun and different to alleviate the brain drain of this week.

When Kent and I were shopping for wedding bands, we decided to have them engraved with the word “Always,” followed by his initials in my ring and mine in his ring. At the time of purchase, I had to decide whether to use my maiden or my soon-to-be married initials for this engraving. Kent wanted my married initials, so no further decision required there. However, I hadn’t yet given any thought to whether I planned to use my real middle name or my maiden last name as my new “legal” middle name. On the spot and without thinking it through, I chose “A” for my middle name of Adrianna. Mostly because I’ve always loved it.

Is it obvious where this is going yet?

I don’t know why no one caught it when the order was being written. We didn’t discover until we got the engraved rings back that the inside of Kent’s read Always MAD.

We tried to have it corrected but were talked into keeping it that way as a conversation piece. So to this day, Kent’s ring reminds him that I am always mad. It’s a good thing he has a sense of humor!

Needless to say, I never again used “A” as my middle initial.

The Writer’s Digest website gives a weekly writing prompt as an idea starter. Here’s the one for this week, with my attempted response. I’m going to try to address these here when the mood strikes. This one in particular caught my attention.

Writing Prompt for 6/7/2005:

Read through old diaries and journals to relive your memories. Nostalgia can get your pen moving.

My Response:

First of all, I must comment on how timely this writing prompt is. Coincidentally, I actually DID just take out old journals to read them this past weekend, and it had absolutely nothing to do with this prompt, which I didn’t see until today. Since I was starting this blog, I wanted to revisit some of the things I used to write about. I hadn’t read those journals in YEARS! It was really fascinating to see how much some things about myself have changed and how much others have stayed exactly the same.

I wrote about everything… random daily events, friendships, hurts, frustrations, insecurities, crushes, how much I missed my college friends after graduation (although in hindsight I had no reason to as I’ve kept in touch with nearly all of those to whom I was closest), a travelogue of my summer in Europe, and meeting Kent. Toward the end I wrote exclusively about Kent and I really started to sound like a broken record because everything was wonderful and I was falling in love. The last entry was when he proposed, which was appropriate, I think. I suppose there was no need to continue writing once I had achieved that level of happiness. I never journaled again after that, until now. Although this is a lot different, and broader, than what I wrote about back then. It is mostly a vehicle to keep me writing regularly about things that are important to me, and even about things that are not so important.

The nostalgia component was so much fun, too. I wrote about things I had forgotten… they would be memories lost forever had I not documented them. The journal also traveled with me during my summer in Europe. I spent that summer after college mostly in Spain, but backpacked solo through Europe for 3 weeks. One of my favorite memories from that trip was the prearranged meeting atop the Arc d’Triomphe in Paris at high noon with friends who were traveling on a slightly different schedule. We had no plan other than the meeting date and location, and spent a couple of days exploring that city together before we went on our respective ways. I also had some scary experiences with strangers… one in particular that really frightened me. There is some danger in traveling alone as a female in countries where you don’t speak the language, but I’m a smart girl who wasted no time in removing myself from problem situations.

What a mentally exhausting week this has been for work. That’s good, because I’ve been professionally energized, but with so much going on, I’m wiped out. I can’t complain though. I’d so much rather be busy (if it’s productive), than bored. I attended the ASTD conference this week, immediately followed by an annual (now to be biannual) meeting of our company’s Training & Education Advisory Council. As a result I have identified a couple of new professional goals for myself:

1. Get myself published in a professional journal or trade publication. This has been percolating in my head forever and I’ve even had the submission guidelines for The eLearning Developers’ Journal sitting on my desk easily since the end of last year, but have done nothing with it. My current plan is to take a presentation I’m giving on “Lessons Learned in eLearning” at a conference next month and, if it is well received, turn it into an article.
2. Get myself educated on emerging trends in Human Performance Improvement and Competency Modeling. There is some very compelling information out there on these subjects and I’d like to establish myself as the internal expert and champion, so I can credibly push a couple of new certification and management development initiatives at work.

I’ve already been very vocal about these goals so that people will hold me accountable. However, this will all have to wait until next week. I’m cooked and have taken the day off to decompress a bit.

Footnote: See posts titled Mission accomplished (12/5/05) and A personal goal fully realized (7/20/07) for updates on the success of goal #1.