I’m a Rockstar Risk Taker. Like William Hung.

I Wanna be a Rockstar!

I’m a total American Idol fanatic.  I’ve been watching since the first day of the first audition of the first season.

Maybe its because I always dreamed of being a rock star. The only thing that held me back from achieving pure musical stardom was my tone deafness and complete inability to dance with any rhythm.  Also, my fear of making a fool of myself, my indecisive nature, and that fact that my daddy told me no.  But, mostly, it was the singing.

Luckily, with the advent of reality TV, I can live my life vicariously through watching singing and dancing make-me-a-star shows such as So You Think You Can Dance, Idol,  America’s Got Talent, and The Voice. I don’t watch Dancing with the Stars because…well.. they’re already stars and in no need of my adulation.

Once of my most favourite American Idol ‘stars’ was William Hung of Season 3.  William shot to fame with his expert rendition of She Bangs first made famous by Ricky Martin.

Do you remember this?

William Hung was so bad he was good.  Plus, he was so personable, and so innocently nerdy and untalented, you just couldn’t resist his charms. Inside though, I was a bit horrified that he’d gone on tv and sang She Bangs all the while gyrating like a robotic noodle man.  I was mortified for him.

Then, I realized that Mr. Hung took himself to Idol to act foolish.   There was no way in heck he actually thought he was a good singer.  Nobody forced him to go on national television and sing and dance like nobody was watching.

He craved stardom, just like me, and a jillion other people.   But, unlike me, who listened to everyone else who was telling her to stop singing immediately, William took the microphone by the proverbial horns.

( I know you were wondering whether I’d put up a video of me singing at this point. And now you know..I won’t. But not because of my fear of embarrassing myself. It’s because I recently received a lecture from my teenage daughter about boundaries and the concept of locating some.)

I’ve been thinking that the hardest things in life to do are those that seem scary, or crazy or giant leaps of faith.  I’m tired of hesitating before making decisions, waiting, pondering, mulling.  Often times, I stay in difficult or unpleasant situations because I’m just too chicken to get out of them.  I can see how people stay in bad marriages because they just can’t find the courage to leave.  I can say from experience how people (like me) stay in unpleasant working environments because the thought of not having that paycheque, or of people thinking you’ve failed (nobody likes a quitter)  is way scarier than what waits in the office each morning.

I’ve decided to be a little bit more like William Hung, and do things that make me happy, consequences be damned.

I need to honour myself, my needs, my sanity.  I’m done getting physically ill from stress.  I’ll officially put it out there that I’m a patsy no more.

The other day, I extricated myself from a situation that I’d let go for too long, but in actuality not as long as I normally would have.  I was unhappy, was completely frazzled to the ends of my last nerve.

I debated, vacillated, and and then I took the plunge.  For the first time in my life, I took to my Idol stage like a true rockstar wannabe, bit the bullet, and took the bull by the horn, never mind the consequences or the ill will my actions might cause.

After I did the deed, my husband looked at my face, and said, ‘You look just like William Hung’.

HA! No he DIDN’T!

What he said was, ‘I can see the relief on your face. You did good.’

PS to all those people who are used to me, I’m still a people pleaser. Just of the crap-free variety.

The Valium Chronicles: Going-Out Advice to My Teenager

Girls Gone Wild.

My daughter left yesterday for her first trip away with friends.  They took the train to Montreal to ‘have fun’ (as she put it).  Although she is 17, and the drinking age in Montreal is 18, I can clearly imagine what the ‘fun’ will entail.  Before you judge me, I don’t condone any types of illegal activity or teenage drinking. But, realize that I’m not stupid, and more importantly, I need my girl to know that I’m not stupid.  It’s better that she doesn’t lie to me, and understand perfectly well that I’m aware of what she and her friends are doing, and be told this from HER mouth, rather than see get a big surprise when I see the evidence on Facebook. This is how I keep her SAFE. Also, I’d have to back track and freak out on her afterwards.  That would completely go into the not fun area of parenting.

Its hard to imagine your babies growing up.  But they do.  And they go to Montreal, or wherever, and to University Hallowe’en parties, and wear Barbie costumes and makeup, and smile at older boys. They have to. It’s life.  But life is more complicated now. Teenagers have too many choices, too many wrong paths to take.

When I was a teenager, my parents’ advice consisted of:

-Don’t be stupid

-Be home by 12 or else

I’m not kidding. That was it.  There were no cell phones to reach me with, and they figured they’d raised me right, and / or they didn’t think there was a whole lot of trouble to be gotten into.  Truth was, I was a bit of a goody two shoes, and although there was probably trouble to be found, mostly I stayed out of it (or so goes the party line.)

Obviously, the world is different these days.  Not only do teenagers party more, drink more, and think they’re smarter, they are so connected that word of any excitement gets around faster than Superman can change in his phone booth (what’s a phone booth, you ask?  Forget it you’re too young to be reading this)

Plus, there’s a whole new world of drugs out there much more extensive than the ubiquitous pot that was readily available ‘in my day’.   According towww.drugfreeworld.com, these are the street names for ecstasy alone.

Ecstasy street names

OBVIOUSLY, the best advice is ‘Don’t Drink at all.’  (The advice of  ‘Don’t Do Drugs. You Could Die.’ is non-negotiable, and actually agreed upon by both of us). But, while her following the drinking advice would be highly desirable, the probability of it being the actuality is not that…umm..probable.  So,because its ultimately important to me, as her parent, to to keep her safe,  I talk to my kid before she goes out into the world as an adult in a frank and non-judgemental way.

This is the advice I gave to her  (along with the usual ‘You’d better answer my text messages within 3 minutes or I’m hunting you down.’ She calls this stalking-I don’t know why):

  • Don’t leave your drink unattended. EVER EVER EVER EVER
  • Don’t invite anybody you meet back to your hotel room. They will text it out and you’ll have a trashed hotel and be out on the street, before you can blink. Or, they’ll be psychokillers, and then..(well, unimaginable).
  • Don’t get drunk and walk around the street tippling over and barfing into an alley.  Not to mention dangerous, its really not classy at all.Don’t get drunk and act stupid, more specifically, don’t get so drunk that you don’t know you’re so drunk and acting stupid.
  • Don’t wear a skirt so short you can see your panties (she assured me, by the way, that she was wearing booty shorts under her Barbie costume).
  • Don’t post ‘Girls Gone Wild’ pictures on your Facebook, particularly in a live play by play manner.
  • Those boys are ‘older’ (I didn’t elaborate, but she knew what I meant).
  • If you sense trouble, get out. No fun is worth trouble.
  • Use your brains. Don’t take drugs. Eat your vegetables. Act like I raised you.

And off she went with her little suitcase, some cash, and probably a mickey hidden in her purse.  And I cried, just a little.

The Valium Chronicles: My Excellent Childbirth Advice

I have a Twitter friend named Nolie (who I’ve also met, by the way, so its not as weird as it sounds).  Nolie is her nickname, but I’m not going to tell you her real name. If you want to know her real name you have to ask her (because if I tell you I will have to make a joke about it, and then she will have to make a joke about the fact that my name was almost Bertha!)  She blogs at www.noliesplace.com .

Nolie is having a baby.  Like any minute. Or, if you’re reading this after October 25th (to be generous) any minute ago.  We were ‘chatting’ about stuff on Twitter along with  a lovely lady  Cheryl, (who much prefers Facebook to Twitter, and who blogs about her amazing kids plus other great family stuff on www.beautifulsideofhectic.com.)  Cheryl and I really bonded when she told a story of how an arsehole insurance company didn’t want to pay for her daughters Botox treatment for her Cerebral Palsy.  After discussing how much we all love each other and hate said insurance company that is screwing Cheryl around we were best friends.  Last week, the three of us talked about Twitter, Facebook, friends, and Nolie’s upcoming, but as yet delayed, childbirth.

These are the nuggets of advice I gave her.  There is no further explanation required.

My wisdom about childbirth & induction

Have a nice day!

I’m a MAC: Reflections on My Dad and Steve Jobs

Inspiration

I’m typing this post on my brand new MacBook Air.  I purchased it not 24 hours after Apple co-founder Steve Jobs passed away.  It was bought with a small piece of the nest egg that my Daddy left me when he passed away 10 months ago (the rest will be invested or else he’ll rise from the dead to yell at me and tell me not to ‘piss away all of my money’).  Every time I turn my new laptop on, I will think of these two great men.

One because I knew, loved and honoured him.

Arthur Rubinoff-rebel, lover of life, beat your own drummer

The other for what I’m now learning about him.

Steve Jobs-Innovator, thinker, self actualizer

I just became a MAC .  I was a die hard PC since the beginning of technology.  My first experience with being a MAC was when I switched to iPhone in April.  Then, hooked already, I lusted after an iPad, which I harassed my husband for, and received for my birthday.  Finally, the focus of my intent became the acquisition of a MacBook.  My Daddy made that happen for me posthumously.

Now that I’m a MAC, I’m starting to understand the power of Apple, and the difference that Steve Jobs had on the way we think, or rather the way we SHOULD think. He was an innovator and an independent and strong leader, a rebel and a self-actualizer (I’m also hearing that he was a bit of a tyrant, but I’ll hold my counsel on that point until I read his soon to be released biography). I’m learning all about him now, sadly too late to admire him in action.  Last night, right after the man passed away, I started reading articles about him, and I found these wise words from an oft-quoted  Stanford University commencement address, c.2005.  Amongst all of the things that Mr. Jobs said, these phrases resonate with me the most:

Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life.

Don’t be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people’s thinking.
Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice.

And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know
what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

How many times do I dream of living someone else’s life, full of what ifs, woe is mes, and why can’t I be like that’s?

I have to remember:  I am me!  This is my life. I’m going to live it to the best of my ability.  I will take my lumps and maximize my opportunities.  I won’t look on someone else’s luck with envy;  rather I will create my own.

How many times do I worry about what others think of me, ask their opinions, focus on their judgements?

I have to remember:  My thoughts, opinons, views have value. What is right for someone else may not be right for me.  Don’t let  others direct my path, don’t let their opinions influence my decisions.  Trust my own opinions. Trust my wisdom.

How many times do I do things because they are necessary, they are right, they are the done thing, even though they make my heart cry out in sadness or boredom?

I have to remember:  I have the the right to be happy, to follow my dreams and seek out the joy in my life, even if I have to sacrifice to get there. Ignoring my intuition to do what others think I should do is not going to result in a fulfilled life.

While we’ve lost Steve Jobs many years too early, just like I lost my Dad before he could teach me everything I needed to learn from him, both of these men have made an imprint on my world in their own way.  Both of these men I celebrate as lives well-lived.

Follow my hashtag on twitter,if you so choose, and #liveyourdream

 Please share in the comments a story about someone you’ve loved, lost, or still have who has affected your life in a positive way.

Parenting Against Bullying

My House is a No Bully Zone

Browbeat. Coerce. Terrorize. Tyrannize

Are these words of war? In a sense, yes. These are synonyms for bullying. And they are powerful words. Bullying has become pervasive in our society. From pushing and shoving to wars of words, to ganging up on the weak, to cyber threats and intimidation, these behaviours are disrupting the right to live a happy life.

I think we’ve all been touched in some way by bullying. Whether it was us as children, at work, in the PTA, or through our childrens’ experiences, the aggressive nature of bullying is terribly painful to experience and to watch.

According to Public Safety Canada (www.publicsafety.gc.ca):

  • roughly 6% of students4 aged 12 to 19, report bullying others on a weekly basis, 8% report that they are victims of bullying weekly, and 1% report that they are both victimized and bully others on a weekly basis (Volk, Craig, Boyce and King, 2003; Rivers and Smith, 1994; Haynie et. al., 2001).
  • Bullying surveys also indicate that many more boys than girls report being victims of bullying and almost all boys named male peers as the aggressors (Totten, Quigley and Morgan, 2004).
  • A recent self report survey on delinquency among Toronto youth indicates that 16% of youths in grades 7 to 9 had been bullied on more than 12 occasions during the year prior to the survey (Statistics Canada, 2007).
I’ve personally experienced bullying in my workplace, through my children, and my own experiences. It’s devastating- both emotionally and physically. What’s frustrating to watch is that much of the bullying in the schoolyard is directed towards children or teens with special needs. Most recently, in Pickering, Ontario, an 11 year old boy with Muscular Dystrophy committed suicide after being bullied on and off the school yard.
I see so many children who are seemingly lacking in compassion, kindness, and tolerance. Nobody is teaching them that we are all different. Modern parenting is so focused on worrying about self-esteem that many parents are afraid to admit to or challenge bad behaviour. How is a principal supposed to maintain order in a school when parents deny their children’s behaviour or take them to amusement parks when they’re suspended for bullying?.
Don’t get me wrong. I know parenting is tough. I do it everyday. Nobody wants to fight the fight everyday, or admit our child has a problem. But, we chose to have children, and we need to go into it with eyes wide open. We have to bring them up right. It’s our responsibility to set them up for success. If we don’t challenge their behaviour, then how will they learn to be better?
Join http://www.OurKids.net for a TwitterChat about kids and bullying .

Follow the hashtag #ourkids and #edchat to join in.

Date: October 5, 2011

Time: 8 pm est.

Guest Post: Feel Good Fridays

Susie Sunshine source: zazzle.com

I’d like to direct your attention to my friend Kristin’s blog www.peaceloveandmuesli.com.  She writes about healthy living, happiness, and feeling great.  They’re all interconnected, apparently.  I really like Kristin because she’s a real person (you know what I mean).  And even though she’s pretty granola (or muesli, natch), she still likes me.  I mean, I recycle and such, and I try and feed my family the healthiest foods they’ll tolerate, but I’m still a princess.  For example, read how I got a nanny over at my column on www.womeninbiznetwork.com.  

Kristin runs a weekly feature called FEEL GOOD FRIDAYS.  After I wrote my two posts about Things I cannot Change and Tooting my Own Horn, Kristin asked me to write her a post about FEELING GOOD.  Instead, what I wrote about was that sometimes I just feel crappy.  But she published it anyways. Because, apparently, admitting that its ok to feel crappy is actually a FEEL GOOD sentiment.   So, go on over to Feel Good Fridays:  The Susie Sunshine Edition.

Come again, ya’ll!!

What I Like Best About Myself: Tooting my Horn

As Sally Field said, ‘I like me, I really, really like me’.

Previously I wrote a post where I disclosed some of the things about myself that I cannot change.  That post was all about self-acceptance. It’s apparently healthy to admit the challenges in your personality.   I was thinking about the points I made in that post while I was at Yoga today.  (Which is a no-no actually, since I’m supposed to be focusing on my breath, but this is actually what happens when I’m at yoga.)  And I realized that, not only did I forget some important items, it’s also healthy to publicize my strengths  To Toot Your own Horn? To broadcast my accomplishments.

So, here goes. These are the things that I like the best about myself.

1. I‘m a very good sleeper. I can sleep through babies crying, horns honking and bombs blowing.  I can sleep till 10:00.  I can fall asleep and then stay asleep. I am also a very good sleep-faker.  I can fake sleep while children are vomiting, alarm clocks are going, and lights need turning off.  Usually when I fake sleep, I actually fall asleep.

2.  I’m a good writer.  I fancy myself to be potentially a great writer.  I’m a good storeyteller.  I have a unique voice, and once in a while I’m really funny.  At least in my own mind, and in the minds of the three other people who read my blog.

3.  I’m unique.  As I get older, I’m working hard at that. And I’m not going to apologize for it any more (I’m double tooting that one)

4.  I’m a good mom.  My somewhat pragmatic parenting style may  not be agreeable to others, and all jokes aside about ignoring my kids (sometimes I’m not kidding about that. Yes I am), my kids have turned out pretty darn ok.  Actually incredibly awesomely ok.  (Notwithstanding that they are spoiled and don’t know how to do laundry, they don’t lie, cheat, steal, or do drugs.)

5.  I’m a good cook.  No, scratch that, I’m a great cook. And I don’t need a recipe to make good food.  I’m like the hobo in Stone Soup-I can make a meal from an empty fridge.  I don’t care if my food doesn’t look pretty, it tastes good.  Ask anyone.

6.  I’m a fantastic friend/wife/daughter/sister.  I love my husband, my family, my friends, and I’ll do anything for them, even if they aren’t inclined to reciprocate. I just really like being a good friend/wife/daughter/sister.  I really like seeing people happy and having a hand in their happiness.  That sounds sappy, but it’s totally true.

7. I’m actually nice, not pretend nice.  If its in my power to do it for you, I’ll do it. I try to think of others before myself.  I’m not malicious. Ever. Well, almost ever (there is one person-actually, maybe two, or three, tops-that I actually hate and would trip if they were on crutches) When I do things for people its always usually not so I can get something back. If I speak inappropriately, its because I have a big mouth, not because I mean it.

8. I’m not a liar. I really try very hard not to lie. I’m uncomfortable with falsehoods, and believe honesty is the best policy.

9.  I’m a buck-taker.  I hate buck passing. I take responsibility for my mistakes, try to learn from them, and I never, ever, never, ever pass responsibility for my screw ups on other people.

10.  I’m naive. I know this one was on my other list, but I’ve decided that it’s a plus.  I like looking for the best in people, even if I get disappointed.  I love getting excited and looking at the bright side and figuring that everything is going to turn out ok, even if it doesn’t end up and I get sad.

What do YOU like about yourself?

Addiction: Everyone needs a little inspiration

I’ve been around addiction all my life.  I heard stories as a child of how my grandfather was ‘allergic’ to alcohol.  How my grandmother told him that unless he developed this  ‘allergy’, he was moving out, and his days as a family man were over.  My other grandmother had medical conditions, including mental illness, but it was obvious that she also had a problem with alcohol, and maybe other types of medications.  There are other loved ones with addictions closer to me that I won’t share out of respect for them, but let’s just say it breaks my heart to have to stand by and watch someone you care about destroy themselves. 

When I see someone who wants to take responsibility for their addictions and do the work to get better, I can’t help but shout it from the rooftops.  I know its TV, and there’s editing, but Chris Rene from X-Factor is a role model.  He speaks out the truth.  He speaks to everyone about his difficulties with addiction, his desire to do whatever it takes, and that he truly wants to live his life healthy and strong.  He says, ‘the first best day of his life was when his son was born.  The second best day of his life was when he got clean.  And the third best day was when he sang on X-Factor’.

Everybody needs a little optimism in this world that people CAN get better. I know I do.

 

The Valium Chronicles: On Bribery and Manipulation

Incentive programs (not bribery) from http://www.shortsaledailynews.com

Or should I say, on INCENTIVES and NEGOTIATION?

Another original and UNEDITED video by me.  I truly need to get a personal hair and makeup artist as well as some video editing software, a music engineer, a director, and wardrobe.  At the very least, I should take a shower before taping and spit my gum out.  Anyways,  here are my thoughts on bribing incenting kids as well as creating positive outcomes from manipulations negotiations.

Things I Cannot Change: On not Tooting my own Horn

Don't be afraid to admit something cannot be changed

Sometimes its good to take a reality check on yourself.  Everyone wants to be a better person.  Maybe they want to be thinner, taller, yell less.  Maybe they want to be nicer, more outgoing, less outgoing.  But, there are things about ourselves that, no matter how hard we try, we cannot change.  These are things that we have to accept about ourselves, and say, ‘Screw it. Because that’s how I am.’ In my journey of life, and as I get older, I’m starting to accept certain things about myself.  Its all about self-discovery:

Preamble:  if you think this post is all about me looking for compliments, you’re wrong.  I know there are some fantastic things about me which I will share with you at another time in a post entitled ‘Tooting my Own Horn’.  This particularly post is to point out that…

These are the things that I know about myself that I cannot change.

1.  I am not sporty.  I am completely uncoordinated.  When I look in the mirror at yoga, I cannot adjust for backwards and generally end up going the wrong way.  I cannot catch a ball, nor can I pedal and change gears at the same time.  I am a terrible bowler, I run funny, and skating and I are not friends.  I am bad at sports. This is something I cannot change.

2.  I’m forgetful.  I remember things, but on the wrong date.  I forget where I put things.  I lose things.  I don’t remember  anyone’s name, even if I’ve met them 10 times. This is termed Marazheimers.  I do, however, have an excellent memory for random bits of information, I have a great sense of direction, and with my work, I can remember everything, even whole conversations.  But, I forget to pay bills, where I’m supposed to be, where I put my cellphone, keys, etc.  This is Something I Cannot Change.

3. I’m disorganized with my physical space.  I have other things to think about then how neatly my t-shirts are folded or if my skirts are hung from shortest to longest.  My desk is a mess (but I know where everything is), and I feel like filing is for wimps.  My brains move fast, and they have no time for persnickety things like automatic label makers. What’s funny, is that I hate the way a disorganized area looks. I just don’t have the temperament to effect change.  This about me drives my mother crazy.  But, I’m sorry Mom, this is something I cannot change

4.  I am a terrible resolution keeper.  Whether its to lose weight, be less forgetful, or be less organized, I do not follow through.  My diets last until the hunger pangs begin.  I buy notepads to make lists and then forget to write in them.  I purchase magazines touting organizational systems and leave them all over.  I just cannot keep these resolutions.  Perhaps because they usually involve Things I Cannot Change.  And so, with this one too, this is Something I Cannot Change.

5.  I talk too much.  Even when I swear to myself that I’m going to not talk, I talk.  I talk when I’m nervous, I talk when I’m comfortable.  I talk when I’m rested, and I talk when I’m tired.  I talk when I’m passionate about something  and I talk when I’m mad about something.  I talked non stop while delivering my children.  Sometimes I even talk in my sleep. As well, sometimes I say inappropriate things while I’m blabbering.  Unfortunately for everyone around me, This is Something I Cannot Change (other than the inappropriate part and that is something I contunue to try to change.

6.  I’m totally naive.  I believe in people, in their good and their truth.  Even when its obvious to everyone else that someone has a personal agenda or that they are not being truthful to me or themselves, I totally believe them. Then, when their true colours show through, I kick myself and swear that I’ll be more savvy next time. And then…hit the repeat button.  So, unfortunately, This is Something I Cannot Change.

7.  I’m an avoider.  I like sunshine, fairy dust and rainbows. I like everyone to be happy.  I like pleasant situations, and bills that are payable.  I like people to get along, and everyone to be true to themselves.   I try to avoid unpleasant things by pretending they don’t exist.  Then I complain for hours about them.  It’s terrible to be an avoider, because the unpleasant things are often way worse after they’ve been avoided for a while.  The more I try to change from being an avoider, the more I avoid.  This has also been termed MaraPrastination.  I have to admit, that This is Something I Cannot Change.

What about you?  Do you have things you cannot change?

Postscript:  I’m also pretty lazy, but that is Something I’m Trying to Change.