It’s that time of year! I get to talk NASCAR. No trash talk from me on this year’s Daytona 500 Pole Sitter – sentimental favorite, Mark Martin!

This guy is having the time of his life, and you can see it written all over his face!

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It’s time to let go of my Stampin’ Up! demonstratorship. I expected more regret with this announcement than I actually feel.

With Larry’s health scare in October and the subsequent stent & endarectomy, the Holidays, my own dental emergency, and a general lack of forward momentum, I simply did not make my Q4 quotas and failed to meet the make-up requirements this month.

While I made some inroads, I simply did not establish the customer base to support the direct sales model.

I tend not to spend energy on regrets and what-ifs. I can look back at the experience and honestly say I learned much that will serve me well.

I truly believe that when one door closes, another opens. So, while there are no solid plans, I begin this new year with the optimism that by letting go I am making room for new opportunities.

The Timeless Stampin’ Blog will move at some point. Renamed and with a fresh face, I will continue to explore and share my creativity. For now, you can hang out with me here.

In the meantime – I will place one final order – and I will pass on the 20% discount.

Orders must be placed by Sunday, January 31, 2010 9:00 pm Eastern Time, must be for US delivery only, and must be paid by credit card or paypal at the time of order.

See Timeless Stampin’ for details, or email me at wilkinsla [at] gmail [dot] com.

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If you have to look to see where you are on this chart, it’s too damned cold. And just for the record, we are right square in the middle of the “don’t stay out more than 30 minutes” section. Brrrrrrrrrr.

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The New Year always holds such hope. Whether you consider it a blank canvas or a fresh start, it’s a touchpoint that encourages you to turn your eyes towards the future, dream alittle, and take some time to reassess and plan.

If you know me, you know that I am not big on Resolutions. I’m more of a goal setter and planner.  Thanks to a link shared by Paul Chaney, I found a great post on Powerful New Year’s Resolutions by Liz Strauss.

In the post, Liz makes a pretty simple, but very powerful, observation:

To make a powerful, personal resolution, we can’t be the only ones at center of the payoff.

The power comes from making resolutions that serve others — specifically the people who are important in your life. As women, and particularly as wives, mothers, and daughters, this is not a new concept — and can be a slippery slope. While we need to make a conscious effort to remember that we are important too, it should come as no surprise that there is a significant payoff to serving and pleasing others. But the lightbulb moment is when you consider what you can do for yourself that those loved ones will not only benefit from, but LOVE seeing YOU accomplish?!

I’m not going to give the article away, you can read it for yourself here, but she offers up three points that will made me sit up and take notice. What a great base for goal setting!

Do more of that!

Oh, just stop!

Why didn’t you think of doing that sooner?!

I’m going to think on that for what’s left of the weekend, but I will tell you what first comes to mind …

  1. More follow-thru.
  2. No more smoking.
  3. More artistic expression, and the creation of a more relaxed, serene environment.

What comes to your mind?!

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A new year, and a new decade, has begun. I’ve been thinking alot about this past year, and when I read Wade Kwon’s reflections on what shaped his 2009, I had to nod. For Wade, it boiled down to three things. Twitter, work, and relationships. For me, it was much the same, although not necessarily in that order.

Relationships. 2009 brought a new focus to family.  The year started with Chip’s terrifying head injury, and ended with a health wake-up call for Larry and his subsequent surgery. These experiences have made me stronger, as an individual, as a wife and mother, and as a Christian. At the same time, they have made me softer and I am more relaxed. I am less worried about what I hope for for my children, and what I want from Larry. I am more grounded in just enjoying the relationships and being grateful for our time together.

That renewed focus on family just naturally flowed into my other relationships. Belinda and I have settled into the relationship I think we both longed for for years – sharing joys, laughs, fears, concerns, and just plain simple time. Simple being the operative word.

There were two visits from Wayne, the surprise visit on my birthday for dinner and slots is one that left me feeling very special.

Debbie and I have grown closer, sharing family concerns, and learning with and from each other. I’ve had a better chance to get to know her husband, Doug. And, in turn, I’ve watched them get to know their nephews.

Mom’s health has stablized, and the time I have spent with her has been less centered around medical appointments and errands, and more on visiting and sharing that all important time.

These times with family are never enough, but that just makes them all the more precious. I am grateful that I have been able to just relax and be.

Work. Always a big part of my life, and no different in 2009. I have grown as a Project Manager, and this contract with the Forest Service has been challenging and rewarding. I have finally found that elusive balance between life and work. I have been lucky to find a mentor and friend in my manager, Betka. She is a extraordinary project manager, and a caring friend. Similarly, I’ve forged partner in crime relationships with Fran & Jackie that make getting through the day a simple joy.

My venture into Stampin’ Up! has been faltering. It may have to go, and I am ok with that. I have learned much – both about my art, and about starting a business. I believe it has fallen victim to the constraints of time and the lack of follow through. I will have to do some very quick soul searching and make a decision whether to let go or recommit. Whatever happens, again, I’ve made lasting friendships with talented, sharp, and caring women.

Twitter. Now that sounds really funny. Both funny-haha and funny-bizzarre. And, it’s not really Twitter, but that all around “social media” I’ve been expounding on all year.

My blogging has allowed me to express myself personally, and I’ve learned to apply the process and technology to promoting a business.

Like my real-life socializing, I bounce in and out of Twitter inconsistently, at will, and as time allows. It is, as many describe, the ultimate virtual cocktail party, abuzz with conversations, chitchat, and tidbits of information, trivia, and the absurd. I’ve made both business contacts and friends with people with similar interests, I’ve followed news items as they happened, and I’ve gotten feedback and answers when I needed quick advice or information.

For me, it’s been Facebook. And, I’m never far from it. It started out as a way to stay in touch and share thoughts, info, links, and pics with my fellow Crones in a single place. But it has grown to so much more. I’ve reconnected with far-flung family, with old school friends, former colleagues, and people I’d lost touch with over time and space. Like Twitter, I’ve made new friends, and found an endless well of rich resources. I “chat” with my favorite NASCAR drivers and pretend we’re old friends. It’s ok. You can laugh.

And, yes, dammit, I play Farmville. And Fishville. And Rollercoaster Kingdom. I can thank Teresa’s cousin’s wife, Candice, for that. (Do you see how convoluted this social networking can get?) We met once, in real life, at a family dinner when Teresa was here on vacation. Talk began about computers and went to blogging and Facebook, and Candice asked me if I’d accept a neghbor request so she could level up. Sure. Why not?

It started with a vegetable plot, and I sent and accepted a gift. I didn’t jump right in. Then one night I needed a mindless diversion. I discovered how many of my “friends” were already playing, so I added neighbors and more plots. I had no idea how competitive I was until I wanted to get up to the levels my neighbors were at. One thing led to another, and I began to add friends of neighbors to level up even more.

Now. You have to first add them as Facebook Friends, then as neighbors. Now their updates are on your wall. All of the sudden you are forging realtionships – laughing, venting, crying, and praying together through the everyday joys, trials, and tribulations.

Because I work from home, these social media outlets are important. They keep me connected to the world.  And because there are real people behind those connections, they, in turn, remind me to step away from the computer, step out of the house, and stay involved in the world around me. I am more than a wife, mother, daughter, sister, aunt, friend, online buddy, and professional – I am human.

So. Yes. Work and Twitter have helped to shape my 2009. But if you look deeper, it is all about relationships. I don’t expect that to change with 2010.

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04
Nov

here i am

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Newman Wreck at Talladega

When you see them like this, you know it’s going nowhere good. Fast. Let me start by saying that, thanks to the CoT and an aggressive driver safety program, Ryan Newman walked away from this wreck.

Today’s wreck at Talladega was the latest of a long line of them.  They’ve been wrecking like that since the track opened in 1969. At 2.66 miles, it is one of NASCAR’s two “super” speedways. In 1987 Bill Elliott put his Ford Thunderbird on the pole with an unfathomable speed of 212.809 mph — a record that still stands today. Why? Wrecks.

Specifically Bobby Allison’s wreck on the 22nd lap of that race. Blowing a tire, at 200 mph, Allison’s car spun backwards. Did I mention at 200 mph? Backwards? When the air got under the Buick’s back end, the car lifted above the retaining wall. The catch fence did its job and kept the car track side, Bobby walked away, but several fans were injured by flying debris, prompting NASCAR to implement restrictor plates.

Sound familar? Yeah, I posted a video of Carl Edward’s horrific wreck at Talladega this past April. Same shit, different day.

In September 2008 Popular Mechanics posted the Top 10 Nascar Crashes. That’s alittle misleading, because they show 12. But, hey, who’s counting? Six of those wrecks are Talladega and Daytona (at 2.65 miles, Nascar’s “other” Super Speedway).

And that’s just a handful of airborne wrecks. Talladega is known for the “Big One” and never fails to deliver. Here’s a partial list:

  • 1973, with 60 cars in the field Ramo Scott’s blown engine triggers a 21-car crash
  • 1984, Tommy Ellis sends Trevor Boys into a flip
  • 1989, Larry Pearson’s car is just flat demolished
  • 1991, Mark Martin dances on his nose
  • 1993, May, Rusty Wallace barrel rolls across the finish line
  • 1993, July 2-fer, Jimmy Horton over the wall, Neil Bonnet over Jimmy Hensley
  • 1996, Jeff Gordon starts a wreck that ends up sending Ricky Craven into the catch fence
  • 1996, Ernie Irvan gets into Sterling Marlin who sends Dale Earnhardt rolling
  • 1998, Ward Burton bumps Earnhardt who gets into Bill Elliott
  • 2006, Jimme Johnson and Brian Vickers set the Junior Nation on their ear

Sadly, that’s not the worst. Talladega has claimed five lives.

  • 1973, Larry Smith, Winston Cup
  • 1975, Tiny Lund, Winston Cup
  • 1982, Gene Richards, ARCA
  • 1987, Tracy Read, ARCA
  • 1991, Chris Gehrke, ARCA

So what’s the problem? I don’t pretend to know. What I do know is that NASCAR has tried. After Allison’s 1987 wreck, NASCAR required restrictor plates to reduce horsepower and slow the cars down. The openings in the plates have been larger and smaller. NASCAR has mandated changes in spoiler sizes and angles, they’ve changed aerodynamic packages. in this race they forbid bump drafting in the corners. None of this seems to prevent the “big one.”

What we have now are cars bunched tightly together, often at less than a half-second from each other, traveling three and four wide, at roughly the same speed. There is no margin for error. There is no recourse for impatience, inexperience, or immaturity. There is no time to respond to mechanical failure. There is no getting out of the way, only plowing through and hoping for the best.

They say it’s all for the show. It’s what the fans want. Fans want death-defying acts, and have come to expect the drivers to just climb out, wave,  and walk away.

Well I’m a fan, and this is not what I like about the sport. I’m tired of watching cars go airborne and bounce on their roofs, I’m tired of seeing them roll down the backstretch, I’m tired of watching them flip through the infield grass. This is not bumping and banging. This is not “just racing.” This is heart-in-throat, breath-holding, pulse-racing terror. It is not entertaining.

So what’s the answer? Again, I don’t know. But it sure seems that the next logical choice for NASCAR is to fix the track. Reconfigure it more like Indianapolis. Shorten it. Change the banking. Anything. I know there’s more to it than that. I know there’s controversy in that.

“Changing the track is impossible,” Dale Earnhardt Jr. said “There is no way to justify doing it under the current economic state of the sport, of the track it self, of the company that owns the track.”

Bullshit. Nothing is impossible. See the key word there? Economic. Too expensive?! It what terms? Here’s a thought. Take it off the circuit. It’s been done before, and life goes on.

Drivers have an option. They can boycott the track. Led by Richard Petty, they did just that in 1969. When they roll out in the first parade lap, pull up to the finish line, stop, cut the engines, climb out, and walk away.

I know. There’s too much at stake to do that, as much as they may like to. It’s that word again. Economic. And, another. Sponsors. Same difference. It’s dollars.

But, you know what? That’s just where fans speak the loudest. With our purchasing power and sponsor loyalty. Maybe we need to speak a language NASCAR, International Speedway Corporation, Aaron’s, and Amp Energy understand.

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08
Oct

blog

I am working through the first week’s assignments for the Yesterday and Today class with Ali Edwards with my typical determination and focus. As I listen to the first video message, I am struck by the initial assignment to let go of baggage that is holding you back from telling your story.

I think it is serendipity and I am having trouble getting past it. There’s a word of the year thing we “connected” scrappers like to do. My word is Release, and now I find that word speaking to me from a different perspective.

I focus on Ali’s anticipation of our baggage with a list that is bound to speak to each of us in a different way. “Circle the things that are holding you back,” she says. I can do that, and many of statements ring very true to me.Some more than others.

  • Thinking I need to have a clean, organized space – and supplies – before I begin
  • Thinking – HA! – knowing that there are more important things I should be doing.

It really hadn’t occurred to me that these thoughts were holding me back, and I appreciate the permission to say goodbye to them..

  • Thinking way too much.

Oh yeah. Story of my life. And, it’s not just scrapping, or art – it’s everything. I know this is a lifetime quest for me. And, I’m ok with that. It’s part of what makes me who I am.

I have inherently known and struggle with several other things on the list. It’s all good. I can do this. So I just dive in.

Next up? Burn it. The ultimate symbolism of saying goodbye. I’ve done this a time or two in my life, and I know its power.

I also know the power of sharing the experience. I am taking this class with Bec and Cynthia. The tuition was a birthday gift from Cynthia. Bec and I are in constant communication. Discussing it last night, Bec and I decide to do this together in the morning. Virtually, as we do everything else.

Up early this morning, we are waking up and gearing up for the burn. She’s gone to dress, and I’m running the last of the trash out to the curb. I am struck by the symbolism of this being trash day, and I am driven to capture it.

I feel a twinge of apprehension when I realize that there is no way to take this pic of the can being dumped without the trashmen wondering what kind of nut case I am. You know, that really doesn’t bother me. I grin at them and shrug as I raise my camera and get the shot.

I head out back and fill the fire pit with crumpled paper. A test fire. Of course. I want to know that as cold and damp as everything feels, and as windy as it is, this is going to work and I am going to get a decent shot.

Then it strikes me. I am staging. I wonder if this is baggage that I need to think about. That thought may nag at me a bit, and I can live with that.

I run back to check the Instant Messages. Bec is ready.

She in San Antonio, me in Berryville, our minds and actions are joined for a moment in time. I think about the wonder of it as I watch the list burn. And burn it does. The symbolism in the moment and the sharing is powerful.

Like the other classes I have taken, I am going to enjoy this – both the creativity and the process. I will work to release this baggage, and I will complete the project. It will be the start of my story of my Yesterday and Today.

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