Tweeze Inspiration
Just as I started to write, an infomercial for "Tweeze" (pronounced Twee-zee) popped on the tv and totally made me thankful that I don't do ads for crap like that. Geezee.
This weekend was rather spiritual. Inspiring. Compass-like. I read "The Last Lecture", How to live out your childhood dreams, by Randy Pausch. Lisa gave me the book for our 9th anniversary last Wed. and Randy died on Friday. I couldn't believe it. I wanted to read the book while he was still alive as I thought it would mean more. Be more inspiring. But it actually made the book more powerful as he died halfway through my reading, but continued to live in my mind as I read his story. It made me want to live each second as if it were my last. It's not a cliche. His story is real and very moving.
In the book, Randy tells the story of how he took his son Dylan to see "Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium". He hadn't told his son about his terminal cancer. The movie is about a man who doesn't have long to live and he wants to pass on his magic toy store to his longtime store manager. It's about living your story and helping others continue/live their story. What a great message. As Lisa and the girls watched the movie, it actually gave me some clarity around creating a legacy for our kids, our kids-kids, etc. It gave me comfort to know that even though individual lives on Earth eventually end, it doesn't mean our collective lives or story ever stop. It's everlasting life or story as long as we keep it going and capture memories along the way. Makes me happy to know that we've taken so many pictures of the kids that they'll be able to use to remember our story and continue it as we keep moving on. And it just so happens that "The Year 3000" has been playing a lot in our mini-van lately. "Tell your Great, Great, Great Grand-daughter, you're doing fine".
I've never liked the idea of things not following my script. I like movies a lot. And I really like them when there's a happy ending or one that makes sense. One that works. And it's always been a broken script concept for me that we have to die. I don't like it. Because you can't write around it. I told Lisa that I'd really like to have Heaven on Earth and just live forever here. Stay the same age as we are now. And watch the kids grow up around us. Just til they turn 37 of course. That would be cool.
But knowing that is not possible, I'm really going to work hard at building a legacy for our children. Something big. A great story. Something they'll want to tell their kids about. And along the way, I'm going to follow the advice of Randy and be as much as a Tigger as I can. Choose to have a good day, most of the days and think about the moment.
And just for a nice random forgetmenot, Hadley is too cute. And becoming an amazing swimmer! She jumping in the pool like a sealion and LOVES the water now. And she's really starting to think for her own and be quite demanding. Like today she was shoving my head under the water at the pool while she was water/cutting my hair. The other night Lisa was out and she wanted to know when Mommy was coming home. She says, "Mommy coming home in 6 minutes or 8 minutes"? Who knows where she came up with the numbers. But either way, it wasn't soon enough.
This weekend was rather spiritual. Inspiring. Compass-like. I read "The Last Lecture", How to live out your childhood dreams, by Randy Pausch. Lisa gave me the book for our 9th anniversary last Wed. and Randy died on Friday. I couldn't believe it. I wanted to read the book while he was still alive as I thought it would mean more. Be more inspiring. But it actually made the book more powerful as he died halfway through my reading, but continued to live in my mind as I read his story. It made me want to live each second as if it were my last. It's not a cliche. His story is real and very moving.
In the book, Randy tells the story of how he took his son Dylan to see "Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium". He hadn't told his son about his terminal cancer. The movie is about a man who doesn't have long to live and he wants to pass on his magic toy store to his longtime store manager. It's about living your story and helping others continue/live their story. What a great message. As Lisa and the girls watched the movie, it actually gave me some clarity around creating a legacy for our kids, our kids-kids, etc. It gave me comfort to know that even though individual lives on Earth eventually end, it doesn't mean our collective lives or story ever stop. It's everlasting life or story as long as we keep it going and capture memories along the way. Makes me happy to know that we've taken so many pictures of the kids that they'll be able to use to remember our story and continue it as we keep moving on. And it just so happens that "The Year 3000" has been playing a lot in our mini-van lately. "Tell your Great, Great, Great Grand-daughter, you're doing fine".
I've never liked the idea of things not following my script. I like movies a lot. And I really like them when there's a happy ending or one that makes sense. One that works. And it's always been a broken script concept for me that we have to die. I don't like it. Because you can't write around it. I told Lisa that I'd really like to have Heaven on Earth and just live forever here. Stay the same age as we are now. And watch the kids grow up around us. Just til they turn 37 of course. That would be cool.
But knowing that is not possible, I'm really going to work hard at building a legacy for our children. Something big. A great story. Something they'll want to tell their kids about. And along the way, I'm going to follow the advice of Randy and be as much as a Tigger as I can. Choose to have a good day, most of the days and think about the moment.
And just for a nice random forgetmenot, Hadley is too cute. And becoming an amazing swimmer! She jumping in the pool like a sealion and LOVES the water now. And she's really starting to think for her own and be quite demanding. Like today she was shoving my head under the water at the pool while she was water/cutting my hair. The other night Lisa was out and she wanted to know when Mommy was coming home. She says, "Mommy coming home in 6 minutes or 8 minutes"? Who knows where she came up with the numbers. But either way, it wasn't soon enough.
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