“Never give up, never surrender.”
#4) The first day of…
The first day of… exercise is usually the last. How convenient and well packaged the whole experience is. Putting the two events on one day sure leaves plenty of time for other things of a less strenuous nature. That’s what I call simplifying my life or as Martha would say, “a good thing.” I know, I know, I know, this is really a bad thing and must be helped. I did spot a friend at the gym today who managed to commit me to going to a weight lifting class with her so I guess this was the first day and not the last of my goal to exercise at least 3 days a week.
#5) Share your friendly advice for someone you think needs it.
I have a friend, actually there are three of these friends, and they happen to have a littering problem, not so much in public but at home…o.k. these people I know happen to be my children. They walk around with a variety of objects which could include army men, Lego pieces, Hot Wheels, Jedis, food, wrappers, etc. and the moment their brain no longer is interested in the held item, the signal to release the object fires, leaving the item abandoned on the carpet. Because of my preference to go bare-footed, I am usually the one who discovers and loudly announces, with squeals of pain, that the abandoned car or Lego piece has been found. Please Doctor Minivan, help me.
Sincerely, Litter-aly Helpless
Dear Litter-aly Helpless,
Having known you and your family these last 4 years, I believe I have the advantage of seeing things as they really are, having been witness to smaller spaces littered in tapestries of Macdonald’s ketchup, dried pickles, M&M’s with their thick candy shells, and at least four Pollock-inspired stained glass windows; I do know how you suffer, and I pity you. Being the driver, you are somewhat limited in the actions you can take, and would most likely get a ticket or drive off a cliff if you attempted anything more aggressive than the occasional “don’t.” However, once you have released these litter bugs from the car and have invited them into your home, you need to take on a new role. That of the enforcer, the matron, the nag, the pick-that-up-now-or-else lady. Because of my large axels I cannot enter your house to give you ideas for your exact problem but as a listening friend I shall tell you what I’ve told all who have found themselves in similar circumstances, move out! No, just kidding…
First, announce that there is to be a change. Once they are looking up with curiosity and innocence, tell them, that there has to be a stop to the dropping-of-things-on-the-floor method of discarding unwanted objects. You might have to adjust this advice to fit your audience, but be sure to speak with kindness and to avoid any words that you would not want repeated.
Second, be an example and show them, pantomime a situation if you think it might work. Be sure to do it with all seriousness, oh, and stretch before getting down on the floor with them, we wouldn’t want the teacher becoming the object that needs assistance in being removed from the floor, now would we?
Third, in the early stages of this clean floor act, follow them around, be aware of what they are holding and once you notice that the item is about to be released, remind them in firm but gentle words to put the item where it goes, i.e. the trash or toy box.
Fourth, you need to…oh, crap, I gotta go, my mini-er vans are throwing popcorn all over the new carpet, oh, no! Keep that oil in until we can pull over! Don’t say that Honker, gas jokes are not funny. We should never joke about other people’s gas…sorry…
Till the next time and may you all be successful…
Sincerely, Dr. Minivan