Twenty years ago I was initiated into Chi Omega. When I made my plans to attend college joining a sorority was not a part of that plan. Actually, deciding to go through rush was a last minute decision based on a high school friend asking me to because she wanted someone to go through it with her.
I had a lot of fun during rush and I remember really liking my rho chi and wondering what was her sorority because she was so down to earth that any group she belonged to I would like as well. As fate would have it Allyson was a Chi Omega.
What an amazing time I had being a part of this wonderful organization of women. Tonight I was looking through a journal and found a poem about Chi Omega.
Tribute
Love Chi Omega not only for what she represents, but for how you represent her.
Love Chi Omega for the happiness she brings out in you and those around you.
Love Chi Omega by putting your heart into Chi Lambda and coming away with wonderful possibilities that few are fortunate to find.
Love Chi Omega by overlooking any disharmony and adding to the music of her Symphony.
Love Chi Omega because she expects good things of you and rejoices in your successes.
Love Chi Omega because you make her the best by just being yourself.
After all this is what Chi Omega means...
Friday, April 5, 2013
Monday, February 11, 2013
40 !?!? Where Did Time Go?
Ok...I recently turned 39 ( a month and a half ago), but I am already thinking about my 40th birthday. I mentioned in a Facebook post that in my head I still feel like I am twenty five and that is totally true.
So it got me thinking though, when did I become a grown up?
I remember when I first started teaching I was considered one of the young ones. I was single, living in an apartment with two college friends, meeting all sorts of new people, and having a whole lot of twenty-something fun.
Now fast-forward fifteen years and in ten months I will be the big 4-0! Where did the time go?
Yes, I have a wedding ring on my finger, three kids, two dogs, a mortgage, car payments, and a laundry list of other responsibilities BBBBUUUUTTTT I am still that young girl who could take off at a moments notice but still needed her dad when she had a flat tire. Right???
Well yes and no. It is a lot harder for me to take off on a moment's notice now, but I still need my parents for lots of things (even if it is just moral support). This is how I think I have grown into becoming a grown up...my expectations have softened. Life does not need to be perfect (or even have the appearance to be perfect). I am more aware of all of my blessing and am grateful for each and every one. I still try to be a super woman and take care of others over myself (I'm still working on that one).
Birthdays have never been a big deal for me. This birthday I think will be a little different and in a good way. I look at 40 as not being over the hill, but maybe as a chance to not pass on new opportunities as they present themselves.
One way I will commemorate this milestone is by possibly getting a tattoo...maybe not a typical Denise thing, but fitting for the occasion.
Wondering what else could I do? What are some new resolutions for the next 40 years of my lie I could carry out?
So it got me thinking though, when did I become a grown up?
I remember when I first started teaching I was considered one of the young ones. I was single, living in an apartment with two college friends, meeting all sorts of new people, and having a whole lot of twenty-something fun.
Now fast-forward fifteen years and in ten months I will be the big 4-0! Where did the time go?
Yes, I have a wedding ring on my finger, three kids, two dogs, a mortgage, car payments, and a laundry list of other responsibilities BBBBUUUUTTTT I am still that young girl who could take off at a moments notice but still needed her dad when she had a flat tire. Right???
Well yes and no. It is a lot harder for me to take off on a moment's notice now, but I still need my parents for lots of things (even if it is just moral support). This is how I think I have grown into becoming a grown up...my expectations have softened. Life does not need to be perfect (or even have the appearance to be perfect). I am more aware of all of my blessing and am grateful for each and every one. I still try to be a super woman and take care of others over myself (I'm still working on that one).
Birthdays have never been a big deal for me. This birthday I think will be a little different and in a good way. I look at 40 as not being over the hill, but maybe as a chance to not pass on new opportunities as they present themselves.
One way I will commemorate this milestone is by possibly getting a tattoo...maybe not a typical Denise thing, but fitting for the occasion.
Wondering what else could I do? What are some new resolutions for the next 40 years of my lie I could carry out?
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
12 Hugs a Day
A US family therapist, Virgina Satir, would often make the startling claim: "We need 4 hugs a day for survival. We need 8 hugs a day for maintenance. We need 12 hugs a day for growth.”
When I was in elementary school this was posted in my school's weekly newsletter. My mom read it and we instituted our twelve hug a day ritual. Everyday up until I entered middle school we set aside time each day (just a minute or two) to exchange 12 hugs.
As I watch my kids grow (way too fast for me personally) I have decided this will be our new family ritual. My way to connect in our over connected world.
What I have found is that the twelve hugs bring lots of laughter and often turns into group hugs. Also each child is a different type of hugger. Jake is a tackler. Be prepared to be knocked over when he gives you a hug. Katie is a bear hugger . She wants to wrap her arms around you and holds on tight for each and every hug. Maddie who is entering "tween"hood has become a side hugger who is almost embarrassed by it, but by the twelfth hug she is enjoying it as much as the rest of us.
So maybe twelve hugs a day can keep the doctor away and keep us connected a little more.
When I was in elementary school this was posted in my school's weekly newsletter. My mom read it and we instituted our twelve hug a day ritual. Everyday up until I entered middle school we set aside time each day (just a minute or two) to exchange 12 hugs.
As I watch my kids grow (way too fast for me personally) I have decided this will be our new family ritual. My way to connect in our over connected world.
What I have found is that the twelve hugs bring lots of laughter and often turns into group hugs. Also each child is a different type of hugger. Jake is a tackler. Be prepared to be knocked over when he gives you a hug. Katie is a bear hugger . She wants to wrap her arms around you and holds on tight for each and every hug. Maddie who is entering "tween"hood has become a side hugger who is almost embarrassed by it, but by the twelfth hug she is enjoying it as much as the rest of us.
So maybe twelve hugs a day can keep the doctor away and keep us connected a little more.
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