When is the last time you skipped? Truly skipped? Yes, the popular activity of most six-year-old girls. Today I discovered iskip.com. It is a site dedicated to promoting the positive effects of skipping. The site shares that skipping just a few steps can instantly lift your mood and help you reconnect with your buoyant, exuberant, childlike spirit. Hey, that sounds like something I’m trying to do. Who knew? Skipping!
The founder Kim Corbin believes that,
“Today’s world needs as much positive skipping energy as possible. That is why we are on a mission to share the joy and freedom of skipping with young and old alike.”
You can check out Kim’s blog, Skip on! here.
The site talks about how in order to skip in public you must be willing to let go of any fears about what people think about you. The physical and emotional benefits to skipping really surprised me. You burn twice as many calories skipping as walking and it is virtually impossible to skip without smiling.
When I read this I told Jason and instead of walking to the next room, we skipped.
In the short few seconds we were actually skipping we ended up laughing and smiling as well. I also almost knocked down a huge Jabba the Hut figure Jason has in his office from the bouncing floor that the skipping created. So, be careful.
If you are overwhelmed by your Christmas bills or are frustrated about those tried and true New Years resolutions you are trying again this year, try skipping. It can’t hurt…unless you pull a muscle.
Stretch first!
One more take on Kris Kringle. Reveries magazine reports on a new way for the kiddies to chat with Santa. Maybe the thought of sitting on Santa’s lap is a tad too terrifying for little Jason…but what if Santa made a phone call?
“She didn’t want to have anything to do with the big fat man,” says Cindy Richards, referring to her 3-year-old daughter’s response to a real, live, retail Santa Claus. It was another reaction entirely when Santa rang her up by phone, however. Little Cassidy Richards “froze in giddy shock, the phone locked to her ear … ‘I love you Santa,’ she whispered.”
It’s a growing business and a popular alternative to standing in line at the overcrowded malls. Parents can hook up with Santa online at web sites like Santa Calls Kids and Santa Speaking. What’s especially neat is that the big guy is fully briefed before every call. He gets the 411 on the child’s wish list, siblings, teachers, and what was under the tree last year. Sometimes Santa even adds a bit of bonus realism to the conversation, by asking “the child to hold while they scold Rudolph for coming into the house with wet hooves.”
If Santa called me up, I’d be sure to ask him why he insisted on always bringing me socks.
This time of year I’m sure many of you would associate ‘the big drop’ with the ball of lights in Times Square that will make it’s big fall just nine short days from now. A few days before Christmas, ‘the big drop’ I think of is much different.
It was the evening of December 25, 1985. I was seven years old. My family was visiting my grandparents. Of course my sisters and I brought along some of the goodies that Santa had delivered just hours before. One of those gifts happened to be a remote controlled Barbie corvette. I’ll never forget it. My sister Kristy, who is two years older than me, got it from Santa. It was white with teal accents and it made a real car noise when it was driving. The remote had a steering wheel on it, which I thought was so cool because it was as if you were really driving. I have to admit, I really liked my sister’s gift and honestly I cannot remember what Santa brought me that Christmas.
Well, somewhere after the Christmas cookies and before the tears, the corvette got dropped. I swear I didn’t do it. No biggie, right? I’m sure it’s fine. About an hour after my dad and his brother, both electricians, tinkered around with it, we knew it would never be the same. The corvette worked fine for about ten hours before ‘the big drop.’ I know there were tears. I think I shed more than my sister. My dad ended up cutting the chord, so we could still push it around. Such a solemn moment.
Why do I recall this horrible Christmas memory? Well, I think sometimes we, myself included, try to make everything around the holidays so ‘perfect.’ There is really no room for error or disappointment. The time goes by so fast and we want it to be everything we hoped it would be. There is nothing wrong with these heartfelt intentions, but the pressure that is mounting underneath the colorful lights can cause prevent us from actually living in the moment. Whether you have a ‘big drop’ at your Christmas this year or not, just remember – we remember moments…and in order to remember them we have to actually live in them. Enjoy your family and friends these next few days. Merry Christmas!
Last week I almost died. Or at least was pretty darn close to a hospital visit wearing one of those gowns with built-in air conditioning.
Kim, Jenna (the Chief Sales Servant), and I were on our way to Milwaukee for a National Speaker’s Association meeting. The conversation was light and lively. Christmas music was on the radio. As we approached a flock of cars, I tapped on the brake to slow down, and made a very alarming discovery.
The cruise control would not turn off.
Kim and Jenna did not comprehend the gravity of the situation at first. Meanwhile, thoughts of Keanu Reeves emerged in my mind, and I was jealous that he only had to keep the bus at 55 miles per hour while my ride was stuck on 70.
Unsure of what to do — all the good ideas don’t seem to surface until a few hours later — we decided to get off the highway. I found the first ramp, took it, and applied the brakes hard. That managed to slow us down to about 15 mph. While happy to be going at a slower, more manageable speed, I noticed a car ahead of us on the ramp. Stopped.
Ah, stopping. What a wonderful concept.
Now we’re in trouble, I thought. In a moment that seemed like a speedy blur and slow motion all at once, instincts — or more likely angels — took over. I swerved around the parked car and into oncoming traffic. The traffic swerved around me, hurling rude insults with their horns — yeah, this is how I normally drive! — and we served onto another road. Lots of swerving. I was able to put the car into neutral and turn off the key as we settled in front of a gas station. Amazingly, we didn’t hit a thing.
Once we got our bearings, we summoned a local mechanic, who transported the three of us in the front seat of his tow truck. The culprit ended up being a shop rag, which somehow got left behind after an airfilterectomy. It had jammed in the engine, causing the accelerator to stick. All told, the whole experience cost us $83, which our embarrassed local mechanic sheepishly ate. But I know it could’ve been much worse.
My dad offered up his thoughts in an e-mail yesterday:
Many years ago when I was in junior college I rode my bike down the route 251 hill by the Peru bridge near Maze Lumber. I was going way too fast. I needed to break and I flipped over the front of the bike and landed on my back. It could have been much worse. I could have been badly injured or even killed. Over the years I have thought about this incident many times. Here’s my point: I figured that the good Lord had a life purpose for me, that maybe I was to grow up and become a father for you and your brothers. No Walt, no boys.
Your work rag in the engine of your car really interests me. First God "puts" that work rag in your engine and you all could have been killed. But you weren’t. And he wanted you to remember how big HE is and how little you are. He’s calling the shots. So he spares you guys for a reason: I really believe he has a purpose for you guys and you’re on His mission.
His thoughts really made me think. One of my favorite Bible verses is "’For I know the plans I have for you,’ says the Lord. ‘Plans to prosper you and not harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.’" (Jeremiah 29:11) Kim and I had that verse read during our wedding. It has kept me going through the lean times. I feel fortunate that things ended up as they did. And as we get set to close out 2006, a year of ups and downs, this incident helps put things in perspective. I’m looking forward to being with my family for Christmas. And I am excited to think about what God does have in store for us.
I’m more than happy to let Him do the driving.
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For those of you who have NO idea what I just said, here’s a quick rundown:
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Thank you and good night.
So a few posts back I reported on some of the frightening reactions to Mr. S. Claus. From the Montgomery Advertiser comes a more heartwarming tale of a guy who bought a "ratty" old Santa suit eighteen years ago and wore it to a friends Christmas party. Now he’s Montgomery’s favorite Santa, with 70 holiday bookings this year. What a cool and unique way to spread the Christmas spirit. He seems like a nice enough guy, but I’m certain I still would have be terrified of him.
I love some of the requests he’s gotten from children over the years: "I’ve had children ask for handcuffs, bunk beds, a water cooler for the bedroom, a camel, and even a six-year-old who wanted her own cell phone."
Doesn’t every good kid deserve a camel?
Read the full article here.
Say that three times fast.
Thanks to Rich Burridge for the nice review of Escape Adulthood. You never know what you’re gonna get when you send out a review copy. For the record, I did NOT offer to make his mortgage payment this month.
I offered a kidney.
