I have, despite my best intentions, fallen behind in my blogging. I intended to do a photo of the day thing--didn't happen. Oh, I've taken the pictures--well, for a while I did. Then I was tired of the blurry ones from my phone but couldn't find my camera. Then I found my camera but not the cord to download photos to the computer. Then I just got really, really busy.
Excuses, excuses, right? I've read that if you want to improve at something, you need to do it every day. I love to write and want to improve my writing skills, so my blog is the perfect place to practice. I admire my friends who capture their day to day moments in such vivid detail that I feel I'm with them.
I am re-resolving to update my blog at least weekly.
On to weight loss. No progress. I know my knees would feel so much better if I could shed some pounds, but I just seem stuck in old behaviors and belief systems. I plan to immerse myself in some of the Kaleo recommended weight loss books again--it's been too long.
Quick recap of Stampin' Up!'s Leadership meeting in San Antonio. It was amazing. First of all, the location is unbeatable. The convention center is on the Riverwalk, so there's easy access to shopping and restaurants. Also, the event was packed with pleasure for the 1200 attendees. I have the best job in the world--to make a difference in the lives of women who make a difference in the world around them.
I must share a story in detail. Donna Griffith asked us to help her with the reveal of a new product by doing what she called the "Happy Dance." Well, I love to dance and to be a part of things, so I joined. It was fun, fun, fun---until I hit a sign as I was running off the stage. The sign wasn't heavy and didn't hurt, but my equilibrium was disturbed and I ended up turfing it as I ran. Picture someone sliding into first base, arm outstretched towards the base. That was me! I was worried the audience could see, so I said, "Just drag me off!" and Kevin Lunt and Carrie Cudney did. Meanwhile, Sean Douglass was on the other side of the stage and said, "Thurber's down!" so people rushed to help me up. As Scott Nielsen lifted me, he said he'd fallen many times during his carreer as a Yankee pitcher and I should walk it off. Made me laugh--let's compare my stumbling fall to a major league sports injury! Fast forward through lots of concerned faces, a visit with Chester, the convention center first aid guy, 200+ blood pressure and a calming visit in an ambulance. I ended up in my hotel room with pain pills, ice and a heating pad. About an hour later, the fire alarm went off in the hotel, but it was a mechanical error--good thing because I don't know how I would have gone down fourteen flights of stairs! By that evening Jason Hatton had arranged a jazzy chair to help me get around the next two days and I was back in business. Drama!
Here I am in my jazzy chair.
Gotta stop here for now!