How can you become more confident?

Grand, simply grand!  It's like, never ask yourself, “Do these jeans make my butt look fat? “  You've got eyes, use them.  If you will just use what you've got, remember you've got it for a reason and go with it, you'll arrive in style.  Thanks, I really like your down-to-earth way of putting things.  Cut to the chase and get 'er done.

Poi twirling? 
I'd most likely incinerate myself! 

Does riding a unicycle count?

Sputter………gag…..hmmmmph hmmmmph.crash bang bing bing….humph…..plock……and laughter


err excuse me I just performed the Heimlich Maneuver on myself, how to guarantee choking while sitting still,read blog with mouth full

Love this one! Just do it and stop talking about it already… the best advice I have had! Now let us see if I can take it!

brrriliant answer Jeannie, I love love it!

I love you!!  whether you love me back or not!!  and I agree with all of this except the never ask the question part.  I had to ask the question once and I somehow found answers like this one.  it took me some amount of asking though.  I once check out a book from the library called “how to improve your self esteem”.  I was 20 and single and pregnant and not feeling very creative.  it helped.  I think any form of curiousity, even of the self help variety, can be good.  I love self help books.  currently I love them because I can just scan them to see if there is any new and interesting info and because I like to compare and contrast them.  I like to read them to see if there is another way of saying all that you just said to the people who need to hear it the most.  your blog is a form of self help for me. 

I love you!  :-)

xox
~d

and Laurie!!  do you ride a unicycle??  me too!!  farland & I once fantasized about starting a unicycle hockey team in our town.  it sounded like a sufficiently challenging, absurd and dangerous thing to do. 

Dawn - It's been awhile, but I think I could still do it.  A unicycle hockey team?!  Sufficiently challenging, absurd and dangerous are UNDERstatements, my friend!

when I was learning how to unicycle I rode at least an hour a day.  i wanted to write a book called, “unicycling for fun and fitness”.  it's so good for your core!  and for balance and confidence.  :-)

it's how I “caught” my husband.  :-)

Don't do it, Laurie!  We heal a little slower, high energy or no energy, laid up with broken bones is never fun!  Hi, Dawn!

Sandi - I broke the fibula in my right ankle two years ago.  The doctor said that I would be in a cast for 8 weeks.  I was out in 4.  However … that doesn't mean I will intentionally push my luck again.

I wish I could tell you it happened during a skydiving accident, or bungi jumping.  (Shhhhh, don't tell anyone, but I missed the last step carrying a laundry basket down the basement steps.  How lame is that?!  No pun intended) …

18 year old, perfect, healthy, nimble and fit, Raine, missed the last step on our porch stairs a few weeks ago.  we had just been watching Coraline in 3D and she had just, moments before, removed the 3D glasses when we went tumbling (literally for her) out onto my porch.  Her parents won't let her come over anymore.  (not true, but now she's away at college).  the moral of the story?  you don't have to be unicycling or playing unicycle hockey to get bruised and battered.  last time I actually broke my ankle I was just walking down the street wearing comfortable shoes.  grrrrrr.  

we should all spend 10 minutes a day standing on one foot with our eyes closed and then 20 minutes a day playing unicycle hockey or at least trying to learn to do this….

they say, it's all downhill after we let the balance go.  standing on one foot with our eyes closed can combat that. 

besides, it's interesting.  :-)

Dawn - The video clip that you linked to is amazing! 

I'm cracking up.  When we were first dating, I was on the graveyard shift and I would get my “lunch” break around midnight.  He was working for the police department in Aspen and so I would go out riding my unicycle, particularly on the heated sidewalks that melt the snow so the big hotels don't have to have someone shovel.  There are several of those areas around Aspen.  I would go to gondola plaza and practice unicycling there.  I would start out all bundled up and then end up in a tank top, dripping in sweat, in the middle of the night, in winter at 8000 feet elevation.  I would pray for him to drive by in his patrol car and see how amazing I was.  lol.  I like to think it worked.  but maybe he liked me for other reasons too.  ;-)

and I want to learn to rock climb, but I'm sort of scared.  I had a notebook with a cover that said, “everyday, do something that scares you.”  I thought it was good advice.  I think rock climbing might be scary enough for me.  maybe next summer. 

I love these outfits!  apparently unicycle dancing is a sport, with competitions…..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ax8s40p6bRI

looks harder than unicycle hockey would be. 

Dawn - I'd be willing to betcha BIG dollars that while you were praying that Adam would drive by in his patrol car … he was in his patrol car praying that you would be out on your unicycle!

haha.  yes, I can see that now, but then… not so much.  he was at a time in his life where he was assessing all his options in the girlfriend department and I had already concluded that he was my best option– I still remember that ache to see him again, and again and again, that existed in me for months, maybe even years, when we were first dating. 

did you experience that with your husband? 

Dawn - This coming March, 2010 Len and I will celebrate 30 years of marriage.  We had one 'date' before we got married.  It wasn't really a date – a simple picnic.  He was in the Navy and stationed on a forward-bound ship (the USS Kitty Hawk) to the Indian Ocean.  He was supposed to be on a standard 6-month West-Pac tour, but it ended up being 10 months.  We wrote, and wrote, and wrote, and wrote some more.  We fell in love through our letters.  His ship pulled back into port (San Diego, CA) on February 25th.  We eloped on March 17th.  We have one son - Eoghan (Evan) who will be 26 years old in two weeks. 

Interestingly … my parents only knew each other two weeks before they got married.  And they loved each other until the day my mom died – they were in their 35th year of marriage.  

I love this.

Well Alex … we seem to have bared all (figuratively speaking), so it's your turn.  Please share your heart with us.

I like your 'after the fact' comment.  And you know what they say, “A poi a day …”