Monthly Archives: May 2012

Ode to Iced Tea

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This weekend it was unseasonably hot in Southwest Ohio…upper 80s for Memorial Day weekend.  We had one tiny spurt of rain showers on Monday afternoon due to the heat build up but overall it was hot and humid and we were baking in the sun tending to some much neglected yard work.  (After moving nearly 10 yards of mulch, the yard looked mulch better!)

And it was the perfect time to dust off the pitcher, fire up the kettle and brew me some iced tea.

Dark  and no bubbles

Lemons floating dancing with the melting ice

Pitcher sweating

Quench

Smiling is free — on the wrapper of a Dove chocolate

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Who knew that such simple wisdom could be conveyed on a chocolate wrapper?  The chocolate made me smile for sure but then so did the expression.  I kept it on my desk for the rest of the day.  And every time I saw it, I smiled.  And I’m smiling now.  Of course, the benefit is when someone else sees me smiling.  But it is such an easy gift to share.

Momma Bear — Or Was I?

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This spring season our youngest played on a “select” soccer team.  In our town, there is a dominant soccer club with a zillion kids in rec and club teams.  In her age group, U9, there were 5 club teams.  She played on the second lowest, or maybe the lowest, I’m not really sure.

In any event, as the season progressed, she got less and less playing time.  During their final tournament, my daughter played 7 minutes out of 50.  But she never complained and was gleefully cheering her team from the sidelines.  She did ask the coach between games why she didn’t play much.  Coach said because there was a really good player on the other team and that my daughter had gotten beat.

So, the coach didn’t sugar coat things, he said what he felt was the truth.  My daughter seemed okay with it.  I didn’t probe too much because I didn’t want to create an issue with her where one didn’t exist.  But she’s nine.  And they are in a very low bracket.

I bit my tongue until last night when I wrote to the director of the program.  I went to bed very proud of myself for standing up for my little girl and every other soccer player out there.  And then this morning I thought…maybe I wasn’t as stand-up brave as I thought?  Should I have said something to the coaches?  Should I have let it go?  What was best for my daughter?  What life lesson would she take from this?

What the mind wants to do, sometimes the body cannot

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Why is it that our heads (our hearts and minds) feel so much younger than our bodies?  Well perhaps this is only true after a certain age…for some that age might be 30, for others 40.  But, it’s a truism right?

I had the sobering experience of playing women’s lacrosse on Friday night in a parents vs. girls game.  I played Attack…chosen by me specfically because there was very little running invovled.  And even so…very sore the next day.   My head knew what to do but my body just wouldn’t cooperate.

So, I’m on a mission…to play again next year but with more penache, more skill, more agility and definitely more speed.  We’ll see if it is even possible to reverse some hands of time and some couch potato-ness.

Pearls and Fire

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Why “pearls and fire”?  I wear pearls — a lot!  I don’t  mean I wear a lot of pearls, I mean I wear them frequently.   And in the words of my daughters, I am very proper.  But I’ve also got spunk, spirit, some may say passion and some may say a temper.  Perhaps its the red hair.

In any event, I’m devoting this blog to my observations, realities and foibles navigating life as a professional marketer and mother.  Sometimes the going is calm, cool and collected.  Smooth and polished like a pearl.   And sometimes, things are unpredictable and seemingly uncontrollable, hot and smokey like a wildfire.

–ECK