Recipe for a Successful Team

Recipe for a Successful Team

You will need:
A coach
Other members (as many as you feel is needed)
1 longterm goal
1/2 cup of strength
1/2 cup of positivity
1/2 cup of motivation
A few short term goals
A leader or two or three or four or more
2 cups of hard work
1 cup of adaptability
1 cup of patience
1 tbs of "forming"
1 tbs of "storming"
1 tbs of "norming"
1 tbs of "performing"


Instructions:
     First, the coach (you) has to gather a group of people who can possibly work together (this has much variety, be creative). Make sure that this group has something in common: a long term goal. If the group does not contain these ingredients, simply add them: 1 cup of hard work, 1 cup of adaptability, and 1 cup of patience. Mix in large bowl. Second, the coach should watch over and discover key traits the members contribute. Third, the coach should have the group vote for a leader(s). Remember; the coach has final say in who the leaders are. Make sure these leaders contain at least 1/2 cup of strength, 1/2 cup of positivity, 1/2 cup of motivation, and 1 extra cup of hard work.
     Once the leaders have been picked, get them to work; preheat that oven to 350°F. Stir up their minds. Handpick with them the details of the long term goal that is going to be completed and short term goals for the journey. Have the leaders share their ideas with the rest of the group. Mix and pour in 9" by 12" glass pan. Bake for 35 minutes or until friendships start to show.
     In a separate, small pan, mix together the forming, storming, norming, and performing AKA the "orm"s. Heat on low for 5 minutes. Once ready, pull out the pan in the oven and quickly pour over the "orm"s. Chill for 1 hour and enjoy!
     Feel free to any alterations. Add a pinch of positivity here or a few pinches of patience there. This recipe is quite flexible. ;)




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My Goals

I'm 18 and about to graduate high school. It's time to write down my goals, don't you think? Well lucky for me, I have a bit of an idea of what I want to accomplish in my life. I'm one of those students who already know what they want to go into in college..whew! So let me first tell you about that.

I have a passion for almost anything medical. That field fascinates me. The field within that field that fascinates me most is the emergency department. The adrenaline rush that comes along with it excites me. Also, being there for people in such a scary situation is something I know I can do. One of my strengths is "empathy" which probably explains why I'm okay helping out the frightened patients and families. I plan on getting into the nursing career by attending Weber State; the school ranked 5th in the nation for its nursing program. Throughout the 2 years of earning my associates degree, I will work as a CNA for experience. That kind of preparation and experience is something that will definitely benefit me.






Family life? I have a nephew in St. George whom I love so dearly. I'm missing out on him growing up and I do not want to do that anymore. I plan on moving down there for awhile. I'll work there and watch him grow up.









I don't plan on looking for a man to marry, but if I find one with the same values as I do and he can make me laugh, then marriage might become a factor in my life. Whether I'm married or not, I would love to raise adopted children. Ever since I was little, I've had a strong feeling that adoption is my calling in life.



I think the biggest of all of my goals is to live happy. I want to regret nothing and learn instead. I want to forgive and deeply love. I want to be remembered as the hardworking and positive girl. That's what I want to accomplish most.

Leah, Leah, Leah....Don't You Triple Leah Me!

        You want to know about me, Miss Wallentine? Well you're in for a show then! Let's start out with the beginning of my life. When my sweet momma was 8 months prego with me, she went in for a check-up. The doctor noticed that I had lost a lot of weight. He ordered an emergency C-section for the next day; Wednesday, August 16th, 1995. After cutting her stomach open and ruining every stomach muscle she had, my mother was free from me at exactly 12:37 pm. Once the nurses got me to breathe, my parents held me. They took one look and knew right away that I would be named Leah Dallas DeSantos.

Baby Leah

Prom 2013

        On September 9th of that same year, was my due date. It was also the day my heart decided to stop beating. Wow, thanks a lot heart! Jeez! I was in the kitchen with my mom while she was paying some bills and she looked down for a split second and looked back up to find me in the shade of deep blue jeans. Yeah, I probably stopped my mom's heart, too. I was then life flighted down to the hospital and I actually died. Apparently I'm in my second life now. It's not as great as they say. Oh well, I came back to life. Yay for the medical people!
        One very important thing about me that you should know is that the person who likes to claim me as my father is someone I don't like to call "dad". My mother married a man who soon turned into a monster. My father abused my mom, my siblings, and me. Not so much physically, although, he did throw vacuums and slapped my mom a couple of times. The majority of his abuse was mentally and emotionally. Walking on eggshells is the perfect way to explain how it was at home. None of us knew what his next action would be. Would he be angry that the pickle jar was on the right side of the fridge instead of the left like last time? If I ask "What's for dinner?" at 5:00 instead of 5:30, will my favorite stuffed animal's head be chopped off in front of me? These types of situations haunted us and still haunts us today.
        Things are better now, don't worry. My mother worked hard to escape such a "man". She went to nursing school which was the fastest way to a well-paying job. She planned out our lives day by day and for the future. It was hard for her, I know, but she did it and I don't think I can ever repay her for it. My father went on a long-term business trip to Guam during this time....hallelujah! After a couple of years of him living so far away, he called my mother up and told her that they should probably get a divorce. I don't know the full details, but I do know that he was "secretly" seeing another woman; the same woman who is now married to him. What a poor, poor girl. We do feel sorry for her, but she was the answer to my momma's prayers. My mom was now free, though. We were free from him. Him being across seas and divorced from my mother? What more could we ask for? Well.....never mind. ;) It was now time to enjoy life.

My mom = my best friend

Can't you tell that Amanda and I are sisters?

        I was born into a family with 3 other children; one brother (Dustin) and two sisters (Amanda and Corinne). All of them are older than I am which makes me the baby. I absolutely love it! Dustin and I are 11 years a part. He loves and cares for me like a father and makes sure I am a-okay. Amanda, 8 years a part from me, is like my second mother. She fed me, babysat me, entertained me, bathed me, etc. during the time my mom went through nursing school. My family likes to call the two my "safety and care" team. Corinne, on the other hand, was not so much a parent-like sibling to me. Six years separate us. No, I wasn't an accident. Due to the fact that Corinne was the youngest for so long, jealously between us was a big factor. We don't get along too well. When she got into middle school, things got worse. Corinne was diagnosed with Bipolar and other mental illnesses. You can only imagine the horror I went through during the times she babysat me alone.
        My immune system might as well be crap. I get sick so very easily. I'm not joking. During my 8th grade year, I became very ill. It got to the point where I had to be home schooled from October to the rest of the year. The lights bothered me so badly I had to wear sunglasses indoors and walking and eating became huge tasks of my daily routine. I was eventually diagnosed with A Septic Meningitis and developed Fibromyalgia from it. Fibromyalgia is a chronic muscle/fatigue disease that causes your nerves to overreact. Too loud or screeching sounds and strong odors literally hurt me. It's tough, but staying positive is what I try to do.

My splits are "swinging"

        Okay, enough with the depressing parts of my life for now. As the years of my life went by, I grew up to be the person who I am today. I started dancing at the age of 2 and up until last year, I was constantly in a dance/cheer group. That's 16 years of non-stop moving and grooving. Dancing is a passion I will always have and I will never stop expressing myself that way. I also love to run. Feeling my legs burn with each step and breathing, well trying anyway, the fresh air, and tasting the salt from the sweat dripping down is something I crave. Swimming is another thing I enjoy. I barely started this year. I've always had a thing for being in water, I mean, my family calls me their "water baby", so I guess I always knew I should be on a swim team. I love it. I feel so healthy every time I get out of the pool and the atmosphere, especially with the team I'm on, is so positive and heart-warming. I have other hobbies, too. Sometimes I scrapbook. Playing Sims is my absolute favorite past time in the summer. Oh! And reading..such imagination reading brings to you. A good book in one hand and a PB&J in the other next to my heater is probably where you can find me at 4:00 in the morning. Seriously, that's what I do. Celebrating is my favorite hobby, actually. I will celebrate anything if I can. Birthdays are number one for sure. I love my birthday, but others are just as fun to celebrate. CEL.....EBRATE GOOD TIMES, C'MON! duh na na na, duh na na na! Trying new things is a huge part of me. There's a first time for everything...why not have as many firsts as you can have?
        Now with the basics: my favorite color is seafoam green. That color carries so much happiness with it. My favorite animal is a fox. Everybody thinks that a platypus is, but no. A fox is definitely it. Their fluffy tails are just so...fluffy! Phineas and Ferb is my life. That TV show can always cheer me up. Those two are the most positive characters in my life. I will never let them leave me. Either Life is Beautiful or Forrest Gump is my favorite movie. The story lines bring tears to my eyes every time. With that being said, Tom Hanks is my favorite actor. I love that guy. You know, he is so rich now that he picks and chooses the movies he stars in? Cray cray stuff right there! I am a die hard Broncos fan. Go Broncos.  And last, but certainly not least, my favorite food is anything with peanut butter (oreos, jelly, chocolate, and by itself) and my favorite drink is raspberry lemonade. Mmm, mmm, mmm!!!

Proof that my sodium is low

Chocolate ice cream & salt

        I may seem weird to you in this next paragraph (if I don't already do), so beware. Salt. I love salt. I eat it on anything and everything; you name it. Soup, tomatoes, watermelon, apples, extra on popcorn, right from my own hands, and chocolate ice cream. Yes, I just said "chocolate ice cream". Don't judge unless you've tried it. I am low in sodium due to my fibromyalgia, so you could blame that. But, I do love the taste. Mmmmmmm....salt. I'm thinking about putting a salt lick on my next wish list for my birthday.

Current Black Lover

        Here's another set of random things about me. I have been in two life-threatening car accidents: a 4 1/2 end over end rollover and I was side swept by a semi causing me to swerve through the median, across two lanes of opposite traffic, down a hill, and into a fence. Both ones resulted with the car totaled, but me walking away. I am blessed. I don't sleep with a pillow. I feel suffocated with one underneath me. I collect blankets, though, so I guess that makes up for it. I love wearing high heels. Crazy, I know. My hair is naturally curly, I try to appreciate it. I have an obsession with popping zits. That ties in with my dream job. I want to became an Emergency Room nurse. I will become one. From there, I will marry a black doctor, with a bacne of course, and the two of us will adopt 8 children; two of them girls, the rest boys. If I don't find that special guy, I will become a cat lady and I'm all right with that. In fact, I'll be proud of it. Cats are cute and won't break your heart. So there! Ha!

My cat Whisper and me

        All right, I guess I should end my autobiography for now. Thank you for taking the time reading this. I'm so very jealous you're heading to Denver right now. Go Broncos! I hope you learned a few things about me.

PS my top five strengths were:
Empathy
Activator
Individualization
Communication
and Consistency