Commencement Speech

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It seems there are graduation ceremonies these days for everything. Pre-K; K1; 5th grade; 8th grade, and the standard high school and college graduations. I predict that in 20 years, every grade will have a graduation since we need to celebrate that little Johnny actually had the strength and fortitude to stay in school all year and pass the 4th grade grind of paper mache and recess.

I was having a conversation yesterday with a bestie who’s 6th grade daughter is one of the most unique; independent; witty and self aware kids I’ve ever met (if she and Oz ever decide to marry, I’d be a happy mama.) But of course, these character traits are not valued in the 6th grade by others, sometimes she doesn’t fit in. As adults, we’ve understood that we’ll all go through times where WE don’t fit in and it’s usually a good thing. But it’s tougher when we’re young, I understand that. I remember. I got iced out a lot. Still do sometimes, that’s cool.

In honor of the lovely Delaney and the independent young people around the globe that, as we all know in later stages of our lives, will set the world on fire; here is the commencement speech I wish I would have heard at her age:

Thank you, faculty of Just Trying To Make It Out of Here Middle School, for the opportunity to share my wisdom with you. I’m not one for small talk, and who wants to sit here all day listening to me anyway, so we’ll get down to brass tacks.

First off, I’d like all of you to look around the room at your classmates. Take a close look. What feeling do you have when you see the person who has teased you; or pushed you into a locker; or taken great care to embarrass you in public. Now look at someone who has been kind to you; has loaned you a number 2 pencil at a critical moment in your life; has shared their lunch because you were short a dime in the lunch line and Atilla the Hun lunch lady won’t even give you an apple to eat so you can function the rest of the day. What do you feel now?

Look beyond your classmates at your teachers. Have they taught you anything of importance? Can you now find on a map the location of some obscure ancient city in the jungles of South America or did you fail that test and had to stay after school on the first 60 degree day of spring? Did they teach you how to read a road map so you can navigate for mom as she’s driving you around from soccer practice to LAX to softball whilst throwing drive-thru food at you in between stops so you have the energy to run around the bases? What do you feel when you see the teacher who just didn’t seem to be able to stop yelling at you. Or the teacher who just didn’t seem to be able to look up from their computer while bidding on summer Vacation spots on the E-Bay, what do you feel?

Fondess, thankfulness, fear, loathing, anger, respect, admiration, overwhelmed, friendship…all these and more wrapped up in one school year that seemed to take forever but suddenly is finished. Feel it…and remember this,

The people who want to make you feel small and insignificant, they are doing that because it’s how THEY feel. The people who see you sitting by yourself and don’t come up to talk to you, they do this because of THEIR fear that they may have to sit alone at some point in life. The people who push you in the hallway, they do this either because they fear being pushed themselves or are psychopaths who will be (hopefully) in jail at some point. Good luck to them. The point is this: you are NOT placed on this earth to be an extension of someone else’s fear. YOU are placed on this earth for a specific purpose; a reason, one that you may not understand today but KNOW THIS: It is NOT to take someone else’s fears and make them your own. This applies to classmates; friends; family, and someday maybe even a spouse. YOU, are too special for that. YOU, count too much for that. 

They, the others, don’t want you to know that. They want you to believe that you’re not worth their time or good enough to be in their circle of trust. That something is wrong with YOU. But know this, it is not reality. THEY. FEAR. YOU. They fear your independence, your individuality, how you just don’t seem to fit the mold of what they think is important. Your ability to think for yourself, to NOT FIT IN. It’s scary. Why aren’t YOU filled with the same fear as them? 

They know who they are. They can feel it right now. The shame, the fear, wanting to strike out to take these feelings away. So this is for you, the fearful: let it out. You will waste years of your life being scared, let it go. You may not have the courage today, that’s ok. It takes a very strong person at your age to become accountable, to say you’re sorry. To decide that the fear YOU live in isn’t fun anymore. You are going through a hard time too, I know. There may be areas in your world that are not safe and you don’t know what to do with that. You don’t know how to ask for help, I understand that. What if you speak up and still aren’t able to get help? Does that mean that YOU’RE not worth it? No. No, no, NO! Never stop asking for help, someone is there. But that quirky kid sitting next to you who you’ve unleashed your fear on? They’re done. They now know that this is on you and has nothing to do with them. They are no longer available to take on your fear. I’m sorry I’m not sorry.

Look around again, at those around you, do you see friendly faces? That’s good. My hope for you is that you always see friendly faces as you go through life. Some of you may be friends as adults but the truth is, most will not. Know this now, people will come and go throughout your lifetime. Dear friends move away, college room-mates go back home and suddenly you’ll realize that the person you didn’t think you could live without is only a fond memory (and you’ll probably find each other 20 years from now on the Facebook anyway.) That’s okay. Don’t let fear of an unknown future sit in YOUR heart. Be an adventurer, an explorer, someone who welcomes new faces and new challenges. 

Most importantly, know this: your heart and your mind is your own. If you share it with others who do not value it, move on. They never will. That’s on them. Leave them to live in their own fear while you seek the good in your life.

And lastly, know this: you will not always succeed. You will not always fail. You will not always be in love, or have good friends, or have a job, or a home or anything else that you think you will always have. You are not guaranteed anything in life that YOU WON’T WORK FOR. If your life is not as you wish, change it. WORK HARD, at your school; at your job; in your relationships; for your community.

AND NEVER STOP DANCING. IF YOU CANNOT DANCE IN PUBLIC FOR FEAR OF LOOKING SILLY, THE FIRST THING YOU NEED TO DO IS DANCE IN PUBLIC. 

If you carry your childhood with you, you never become older.

Tom Stoppard

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Monday Bacon: Why Strong Counts

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Gant Grimes in Wichita Falls, TX checking the mail (otherwise known as; who needs a truck to pull a boat?)

A while back, I had wrote about the value of strength (reoccurring around here actually.) This particular day, our friend who is a graphic designer and created the tosabarbell (it’s TOE-sa, not TOSS-a) logo asked a very good question. He says, “Why does strength matter? I sit at my desk all day and maybe need to pick up a 50# bag of grass seed on occasion but that’s it. Why do I need to be strong?”

Well sure, there were a few snickers here and there and I quashed that as best as I could. Why? Because this is EXACTLY the demographic that needs to understand why strong counts. It’s easy for me to tell people who are already in the gym that they need to be strong. They get it. They’re doing it. It means something to them. But our pal Mike is the poster child of who really needs this message but rarely hears it and certainly doesn’t understand it.

At the time, I gave him the standard, “Well wouldn’t you rather 50# felt like 5#? Cuz strong does that.” But I’m amending my answer to this:

BECAUSE SOME DAY, YOU MAY NEED TO GRAB YOUR WIFE, AND YOUR KIDS, AND YOUR DOG AND GTFO IN A HURRY AND IF YOU’RE NOT STRONG ENOUGH TO DO THAT, ONE OF THEM (OR ALL) WILL BE LEFT BEHIND.

Duh.

For example, some friends down in Wichita Falls, TX are going through a bad time right now. After four years of record droughts, they now have record rainfall and flooding. Can’t catch a break. The picture above is of Gant Grimes from his Facebook getting the mail in his housing development. Ironically enough, the exact same location where we shot a video of him rowing a C2 in the back of a pick-up to showcase that rowing doesn’t have to be boring. It was a fun day. But now the days are serious and these folks are out of their homes while red water and mud and debris and snakes and God knows what else is making residence. Not good.

Gant’s (and many more) shit is under water so he had to get his family safe. And he did. While, I’m sure, being helpful to his neighbors and anyone else who didn’t have the strength to do what needed to be done.

And that, people who don’t think strength is important, is the reason.

ARE YOU STRONG ENOUGH TODAY TO GET DONE WHAT NEED BE IF SHIT GOES BAD?

No? Then get to the gym (my gym if you’re in the area) and get to the fridge because muscle doesn’t just happen in the gym. Eating to support strength gains *GAINZ4DAYZ* is equally as important. Because sure, you may be sitting on your computer most days and maybe don’t live where weather can tear your life apart or never ride in a car so won’t get in a wreck or don’t walk out of your house where the big bad world can fuck up your day and you never have to worry about needing to be strong to survive. But then you’d be a cartoon character and they can’t read blogs, soooooooo.

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If you’re going to drive your car into four feet of water, please make sure there is a strong firefighter nearby to save your stupid ass.

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When the waters do recede, red mud will be left as parting gifts. Send a prayer to Texas if you will, they could use them.

Sending strong thoughts to Gant and his family and all the people of Texas who are affected (and no, having to drive around a flood barricade on the way to Whataburger doesn’t count. If you complain about that on the FB you’re a douche.)

Permanence, perseverance, and persistence in spite of all obstacles, discouragements, and impossibilities: it is this, that in all things distinguishes the strong soul from the weak. 

Thomas Carlyle

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Monday Bacon: Homerun Hitters

INNSBRUCK, AUS - 1976:  Dorothy Hamill skates on right skate with both arms posed above her head and left leg back during the Winter Olympics skating competition in 1976 in Innsbruck,  Austria. Dorothy Hamill wins the gold medel for the USA in the Womes Figure skating competition. (Photo by Tony Duffy/Getty Images)

INNSBRUCK, AUS – 1976: Dorothy Hamill skates on right skate with both arms posed above her head and left leg back during the Winter Olympics skating competition in 1976 in Innsbruck, Austria. Dorothy Hamill wins the gold medel for the USA in the Womes Figure skating competition. (Photo by Tony Duffy/Getty Images)

In my opinion, I grew up in an incredible age of athletic performances. While the big sports (NFL, NHL, NBA) were very popular, amateur athletics was still very big. Every Saturday I’d be glued to the television for Wide World of Sports. The Olympics were (still are mostly) my favorite. I’d watch the beauty of Dorthy Hamill or the power and strength of young Nadia Comaneci,

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and sit in awed wonder at how these people can be so damn GREAT at their sport. Because even though I could ice skate, I couldn’t skate like Hamill. I could do okay in gymnastics, but not anywhere near what a top gymnast could do. Since then, I’ve always loved watching others display their talents. Whether it’s sport, or art, or acting, or cooking, or writing. Doesn’t matter. A well written television ad is appreciated (happens rarely these days. I recently saw a DQ ad where two adults chased each other with plastic spoons and tried to emulate a sword fight with them. I guess some DQ Exec said, “Fine, fuck it. We don’t care.)

Anyways.

I love to watch others hit their versions of homeruns. Seeing Kristi Scott throw a 28# WOB 20′. That was amazing. Watching Tomasz Majewski throw a shot putt. Big Z hitting a +500 pound Log clean and press. Anything really. Which brings us to this past weekend.

As many of you know, my husband and I really like food. I won’t say “all food” because that’s stupid. But we’ve had some pretty amazing food around the world and Matt’s experienced 20 times the amount that I have. I’ve written about my favorite meals here. I had recently read in a local publication that the restaurant Ardent’s chef, Justin Carlisle was up for a James Beard award. Bingo. We just found our dinner spot for the Anniversary night out. Even better is that it’s so close to the Opera that we had tickets for.

And we had the best meal of our lives. Hands down.

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To be able to partake in someone else’s brilliance, in our small way, is something short of magical. Now, I’m not a food writer. I don’t know how to use all of the buzzwords to make food sound as if it’s being described by Hemingway. But it was beautiful; and so amazingly full of flavor in every single delicious bite. At one point, I told Chef Carlisle that each course was like a best friend and I didn’t want to see it go. Without skipping a beat he says, “but when you’re done you get to meet  a NEW best friend!” He gets it. Cool.

But it wasn’t just the food. The bottle of Spanish Red we shared was one of the best bottles of wine I’ve ever had. We found a bottle the next day from the same winery and I will say, it’s my new favorite. Each dish brought to our table was presented with care no matter who ran it out. Each employee is vested in this food. It means something for them to make sure we’re enjoying it.

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Each shawl that is over each chair is made by the Chef’s mother. That he comes from Sparta makes me think of Terry Smith’s mom quilting us our throwing prizes for the LaCrosse Games and how special they are to each of us.

At one point, we realized that we were already late for the first act of the opera. Oh well. We went ahead and ordered another savory course and just enjoyed. I am so thankful for the opportunity to enjoy this meal. It was an experience. One I hope to enjoy again sometime soon. Heh.

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Matt & Chef Carlisle.

Moving on (reluctantly.) A few months ago, one of my clients asked if I’d like to use some tickets to the Opera that he and his girlfriend couldn’t. I looked it up, The Elixir of Love is a romantic comedy and thought to myself, “what better way to celebrate year one of marriage.” Again, it was just a hop and a skip away from Ardent and had we known where to park, we maybe would have made the last couple of minutes of Act I. But probably not.

So we grabbed a drink and waited for the intermission. OH! The way they serve up Opera drinks here in Milwaukee?

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Roadie style. Duh. Because as classy as the Opera is? It’s still Milwaukee YO!

And again, we were able to enjoy the gifts of others. The singing, the orchestra (the bartenders;) At one point in the music the Bassoonists stole the show and I just sat back, closed my eyes, and took it all in.

I can’t categorize the evening. It was so beyond what we were hoping for and hopefully a good representation of marriage, year 1 going forward to year 2.

And I’m just so thankful.

Genius is talent set on fire by courage. 

Henry Van Dyke

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Friday Jams: Double Whammy

When I was very young, our neighbor/baby sitter got married. Her name was Mickey. I thought that was cool. I didn’t know girls could be named Mickey. She also had very long, beautiful brown hair circa 1972 that I got to brush for hours when she baby sat. (When she cut it off, I was mad. I didn’t understand why a girl with such beautiful hair would cut it off. It went against everything I believe in as a young girl whose mom wouldn’t let me grow mine long. I’ve gotten over it.)

I was young enough during the wedding that memories fade in and out. I remember our Northern Minnesota church layout (stealing sugar cubes from the kitchen and eating them whole), I remember at some point keeshing out on some chairs (the pastor must have had a long wedding sermon, heh), and I remember this song.

I don’t remember who sang it. I don’t remember who played piano and if there were guitar also, I just remember this song. I think it made Mickey cry, maybe that’s why it stood out for me. I don’t know. I just knew this was a special song.

One of my guilty pleasures on the boob tube is watching Say Yes To The Dress. It’s a wedding dress show that has fun, funny, moving, self-absorbed bridezillas and fun staff all rolled into one. The funny dynamic between the bride and bride’s mom is usually Lulz but sometimes sad. Mommy wants HER day perfect. Everything foked up about wedding planning all rolled into a 30 minute segment. A reoccurring theme is that little princess has been dreaming of her wedding since she was a little girl. That blows my mind. FoRealz? I dreamt of being an Olympic skier when I was a little girl. Then I dreamt of being a stewardess. Then just basically not living at home. Many things, but not a bride. I had no idea what I wanted for a wedding when the first one came around (big mistake, we tried to please everyone and in the end pleased no one. Lesson learned) but I knew what song I wanted.

John Denver’s Follow Me. And it was perfect. The marriage crumbled quickly but that’s on us, mostly. I whill say, when family brings all of their crappy baggage to a wedding day with as much shitty, jealous, selfish, cruel, and self-absorbed energy and toss bombs of it all at the couple for however many hours it took them to try to solidify a life together, shit’s bound to stick. But the other 98% is on us. Live and learn.

But the music was there. It was John Denver, a bright spot of my childhood. And it was good.


Fast forward to last year. When Matt and I were planning what we wanted to do for a “wedding” (no church, no big dress, no fuss…as much as possible) we knew we wanted to make it a special day (no quick courthouse, well, more on that later) so it wouldn’t get lost in the shuffle of life. Our dear friends spoke about their handfasting and how special it was and we thought, Huh, that sounds like us. So that’s what we did.

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So many of our friends and family showered us with amazing blessings and well wishes. The day was perfect and we’re so thankful for the memories. Including the music.

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Greg, Malia, and Angel gave us the most beautiful Hawaiian music a girl could ask for. (Yes, we got in Follow Me but later during music that played while we had cocktails and PuuPuu’s.) While almost all music was Hawaiian, I wanted to fit in Edelweiss. The Sound of Music is my favorite film and when Christopher Plummer sang Edelweiss originally, I could feel all of his love for his homeland, his family, and his eventual wife come out in music. I love it. That’s what I wanted us to share on that day. Loving energy.

The day was amazing and though there were a few important characters who couldn’t join us, we knew that their well wishes were in attendance. OH! How to circumvent that pesky “legal” thing that wasn’t present in our Handfasting? Bolt over to the courthouse a few days before and get’r done. I felt kind of bad for the JP, she was trying to make it special. But that’s not our special day…

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…this is.

Let the wife make the husband glad to come home, and let him make her sorry to see him leave.

Martin Luther

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