Bitter Sweet Last Day of School

Today was the official last day of school.

It was bittersweet, anti-climactic, sad, and empty.

I’m going to keep my comments and disdain for Clark County to myself about the district’s half assed mockery to educate our children.

I just want to say thank you to all of the teachers who tried their hardest during these crazy times.

You and the kids didn’t get a chance to celebrate.

We needed something to signify this day, so here is a , “Hooray,” “No school,” “Summer’s here,” Photo of the kids and I with the banner they made for our neighbor across the street who should have had his kindergarten graduation celebration.

So we celebrated with cupcakes and a water balloon fight instead.

A Hello Message to Red Rover Coaches and Kids

Since the fall of 2018, i’ve had the joy of being a part of our afterschool running program. Red Rover teaches the kids to sweat and smile while playing games and learning good form and technique about running.

The kids get to learn that even though I can’t see the way they see, I’m still able to be out there having an awesome time in the middle of all of it.

I still can’t throw a frisbee to save my life, but I am down to do jump squats, lunges, Burpee‘s, and play freeze tag with the rest of them. Let’s not forget about our favorite game, “ Larry, Mo, and curly.“

While other parents are sitting cozy in their cars watching us run around on the field, I’m grateful to be out there making memories to last a lifetime.

I miss my Red Rover kids and our afterschool shenanigans. Here’s a message from Marley, Jackson, and I to the coaches and kids of red rover.

Girls, Let’s Take Our Pants Off!

I’m talking to you ladies.

We’ve spent way too many days in our yoga pants, leggings, pajamas, and sweats.

Take your pants off!

I’m inviting you to join me in this no pants day.

Replace those cozy pants you have been seeking comfort in and throw them in the laundry bin.

Today, we wear something that makes us feel feminine.

Today, we wear something that makes us feel free.

Today, we wear something that makes us feel fabulous !

Today, we wear something fun!

Share what you’re wearing on #NoPantsDay.

 

Photo of me and my girl holding hands and leaning back. She's wearing a fun striped dress and laughing with her hair flowing free. I'm in a black running skirt, salmon tank top that says, "Life is good, Half full." The U in "Half Full is and image of a half full wine glass. My pony tail swings from a baseball cap with, "Dare" on the front.

Creating a New Normal

Today marked the first day of week 2 as we work on creating a new normal in our home.  The kids are asleep, I’ve just finished my second glass of wine, and all I have to say is, “I’m tired.”

As your family works on creating a new normal, it’s completely ok to grieve the old normal.  It’s ok to cry.  We’ve all cried.

My girl cried when she realized the school play might not happen.  They’ve put so much work into it.  It broke my heart, and all I could do was hold her tight and let her cry out her fears.

My boy cried because he misses school.  My exceptional second grader who’s reading at a fifth grade level, who loves structure and organization cried because he wants things back the way they were.  I do too my love.

My husband, who works the front lines as a firefighter/medic cried for the hard times our city will see.  He’s sees the real, the raw, and the unfiltered things the rest of us are sheltered from.

I cry when the fear creeps in at night that my husband might run a critical call on a covet-19 patient.

Here is what I tell my kids.

It’s ok to feel sad, scared, angry, or confused. Whatever you’re feeling, you get to give it permission to come out. Once you let it out, say hello, and let it go.  Find someone you love to hold onto and work through your fears and tears with. Curl up and get cozy, love those fears and tears away with the new normal you get to create together.

Our new normal is made up of lots of sunshine, laughter, and late night cuddles on the couch.

What does your new normal look like?

photo of my boy and I cuddling on the couch under a red blanket

Raise your expectations

image of a hang glider floating above St. George Marathon runners

This is one of my favorite photos Aaron took at the Saint George marathon. It’s an image of a hang glider floating above the runners. Or would you call it a paraglider?

Help me in the race in raising The lo expectations that society places on blindness by supporting my goal of raising $50K while running 50 K on Valentine’s Day.

100% of your donation will go to supporting the educational programs of the national Federation of the blind.

Be sure to put #RunForNFB in your contribution notes.

Lastly, please share the love by sharing the link.

 

50 K for $50K #RunForNFB

Dear Friend,

I know many will be reading this, but this is intended to be a letter from me to you.  As the newest elected member to serve on the National Federation of the Blind Board of Directors, I’d like to take a moment to share a little about me, and why I do what I do.  You see, there are many people out there who just don’t understand how I can choose to give so much of myself, my time, my energy, and my resources to the National Federation of the Blind without getting anything in return.  It is my hope that after reading this, that you understand that what I get is immeasurable and could never be quantified in a number.  It is my hope that after reading this, you too choose to give to the National Federation of the Blind.  

My name is Terri Rupp, married to Aaron Rupp, and mom to an eight year old boy named Jackson, 10 year old girl named Marley, and a 12 year old stinky bulldog named Mickey.  We look like your average family living in the suburbs.  Dad works  as a fire fighter, while mom stays home with the kids.  For many years, this mom ran a neighborhood mommy group, welcoming moms and kids inside for playdates over coffee.  I’d like to do the same for you.  Please come inside, take your shoes off, grab yourself a mug, and let me tell you a story. Take a few minutes to read this blog post, join the fun, and share the love.

Before Lacing Up My Shoes

My first memory of realizing I couldn’t see like the other kids around me was on this little carpet square in my kindergarten class. My nose was literally in the book, and a little boy put his face into his own book and asked, “Why do you read like this?” That was the beginning of learning to fake it.

I grew up in a traditional Cambodian home where we did not talk about my blindness. After immigrating to the United States when I was a toddler and not knowing the language, my parents found themselves searching for answers about my eyesight. They used teenage family members as translators during many doctors’ visits up and down California. Some said my eyesight would come back, and others said I would eventually lose it all. All my family understood was that their little girl had a rare eye condition that couldn’t be fixed, but I had enough to fake it during my school years.

I pretended to do my schoolwork in class, then spent hours in the evenings at home actually doing it with my face pressed into the pages with the help of my handy magnifier that eventually turned into a huge CCTV taking up half of the desk in my bedroom. It became too much. I found myself almost failing out of school, not able to find work, and constantly walking into poles and falling down steps. Finally, the folding cane hidden in my closet came out, and I started connecting with blind peers. However, I still went back and forth. One day I was at the top of three steps talking to two blind women about their color coordinated outfits, and telling them about my cute yellow heels. They had their canes, and I did not. I found myself tumbling down the steps. That tumble was a pivotal moment for me.

Hitting the Pavement

Terri Rupp with her husband and two children pose for a picture outside.There have been many more tumbles since that initial one in those yellow shoes, but I attended training, got more involved, and no longer fake who I am. Thanks to the support, mentorship, and love of the National Federation of the Blind, getting back up again isn’t lonely because there are people to lean on. I also leaned on my Federation family when learning that my own little girl would grow up with the same eye condition as me. Unlike the fear and false hope my own parents faced, though we knew there may be a few rocks in the road, we also knew that the rocks could easily be climbed over, kicked aside, or removed completely if you’ve got the tools and are wearing the right shoes.

Armed with tools like Braille, a long white cane, the skills to self-advocate, and strength and support built on the foundation of generations of blind people who have come before us, children like that little kindergartener on the carpet square have the potential to shoot for the moon and go beyond the stars. The possibilities are endless—like me being a runner.

Never in a million years would the younger me have believed it possible I would be called an athlete, let alone a marathon runner, until I met my support team who would back me up. That team was my Achilles Las Vegas Guides. A big dream was broken down into measurable goals all wrapped up in a pretty training plan. The dream became a reality with tears in our eyes as we crossed the finish line at the 2018 Las Vegas Rock N’ Roll Marathon. Imagine the dreams blind children will dream with the right guidance, resources, and team.

For the Love of Running

Terri Rupp runs alongside her guides and her two children.Along with shoes and other passions, my little girl and I also share the love of running. Last October, while running my second marathon, she joined me for a few miles. This Valentine’s Day, she’ll get to join me for a few more. I’ll be running a few more too.

Thanks to Beyond Limits Running and Achilles Las Vegas, I have committed to completing my first 50K at the Jackpot Ultra Running Festival on February 14, 2020. That is 31.07 miles, which is more than a marathon. And if I can do something as big as running 50K, then why not make it bigger than just a run?

Lace up your shoes and join me in raising $50,000 for the National Federation of the Blind.

You don’t literally need to lace up your shoes and run, but I invite you to help me reach this dream of $50K for the Federation while running a 50K. Be a part of supporting blind children with big dreams with the love and guidance from the Federation team.

Make a Donation Today!

Please contribute to my run fundraiser by making an online donation and adding #RunForNFB to the contribution note. Your support is greatly appreciated. Together with love, hope, and determination, we transform dreams into reality.

Whole Heartedly Yours,

Terri Rupp

Click here to DONATE NOW to support #RunForNFB

 

 

 

It’s Not Too Late!!! Join the “Four Things You Need to Stop Doing to be More Confident,” by Lisamaria

Friends,

I have a message from my dear friend Lisamaria.  This is a friend whom I’m proud to hold in my circle of badass confident women.  Join our tribe!

 

Signing up is fast and easy.

The program starts 9 a.m. PST this Monday and will last 5 days. If you can’t make it at 9 each day, just look for the replay in your inbox.

Bright and early each day, She will send out email reminders with the meeting information, and the previous day’s replay for anyone who wants to watch again or anyone who missed it.

At 9 a.m., the cameras start rolling and she’ll talk about a different topic each day.

We’ll talk about the four things stopping us from being the confident bad asses we truly are.

We’ll be live for about 15 to 20 minutes each day. And, we’ll do some homework in the Everyday Confident Woman Facebook group. So … expect to spend about 30 minutes each day developing into a confident queen.

Now … that’s not a lot of time each day, but if you put effort into it … if you engage … if you ask questions … you will start taking the steps necessary to becoming more confident … to believing in yourself … and to stop doing the four things we do often that prevent us from moving forward and taking action in our daily lives.

If you haven’t signed up yet, please do it now while you are thinking about it. The sign up will remain open until Tuesday afternoon.

If you have signed up … thank you from the very bottom of my heart. Oh … and did you invite a friend? Your mama or your sister? Your daughter or granddaughter? This 5-day online challenge is for any woman looking to make a difference in her life. And that means you … and the women in your life.

So, what are you waiting for?

Backwards trick-or-treating

Have you heard of backwards trick-or-treating? If you haven’t, it’s OK. I just made it up this week. In the photo below are my kids dressed up in their costumes with our super groovy neighbor and friend. Earlier this week, Luke Skywalker and a witch made pumpkin spice cookie deliveries. This was a cookie recipe I got from a good friend. The recipe didn’t turn out as delicious as I remembered her cookies tasting. I’ll be attempting it again this weekend. I hope to make our backwards trick-or-treating an annual tradition. You should try it too!

Raquel, I promise I’ll do better with your recipe next go around.

For those of you who want to try the pumpkin spice cookies yourselves, here is the recipe.

One box of spice cake mix

One can of pure pumpkin nothing added

half a bag of your choice flavored chocolate chips

Mix all ingredients together. Consistency will be gooey. Use a tablespoon to place the Dough 2 inches apart on greased cookie sheet. Bake for 15 to 17 minutes at 375.

Color of blindness

Earlier this year I had the opportunity to participate in a painting class. This was more than just an ordinary painting class. This class was an emotional release, expressive, experiential painting process. Tonight, my painting along with many other paintings done by blind artists will be auctioned off at the Blindconnect Color of blindness gala. If you are in the Las Vegas area, I invite you to stop by the RTC mobility training center on Sunset and Decatur from 6 PM to 8 PM.

This piece of art was created without me even knowing what colors I held on my palate. I was surprised to learn that I created purple, when purple had not even been one of the choices offered. That day, I felt emotionally constipated. We had just put our house on the market. The stress levels were on overload. I had not run in five weeks. That day, while painting with my fingers, I found the emotional release I needed. That day, I found balance again.

To learn more about the color of blindness event, or Blindconnect Angela’s House, please visit http://www.blindconnect.org.

*** Please ignore any typos in this post, as it is another one being published from my WordPress app while I am cozied up to two very sick kids on the couch.***