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Green Drink - another Mama Christmas Memory

Sunday, December 21, 2014

What has been is what will be,
and what has been done is what will be done,
and there is nothing new under the sun.
.......... Ecclesiastes 1:4-11

You may call it a green smoothie but in 1962 it was known in The Palace off Jhanke Rd., infamously and miserably, as Green Drink. Our aunt, the health food nut, had talked our I-Hate-To-Cook mother into trying her concoction of bitter greens and other sour flavors with the promise of rejuvenation and everlasting health. "You just put it all in a blender and whip it up"

And so, for Christmas that year, Mama asked for a blender. I knew it was coming. The eavesdropping snoopy girl was bound to hang around when grownups were talking - especially between Thanksgiving and Christmas. I seriously doubted it would taste good. I was already learning that Mama was not much of a cook and Aunt Ellen was very much a kook. I crossed my fingers but ... doubt remained.

Christmas day dawned and the blender was there under the tree but Mama didn't leap right into action. In fact, we had our usual cookies, candy, desserts and gravy for Christmas day and it wasn't until the 28th that the dread whir of the blender struck doom into our quaking hearts. That was my baby sister's birthday and the anxiety was palpable - what child likes green food? Dr. Seuss knew of which he spoke when he wrote Green Eggs and Ham.

Into the blender went 1/2 a cup of pineapple juice, a hand full of almonds and heaping mounds of green leaves; curly kale, parsley, flat collards. It smelled funny. It looked the consistency of poi - another nasty taste she'd offered us as party food, for goodness sake, one benighted summer afternoon. That was in 1959, the year of everything Hawaiian, in honor of the new state. Thank goodness no Alaskan food was being celebrated - I can just see my bad cook of a mother trying to make walrus blubber palatable.

But I digress - back to the Green Drink. She poured the evil stuff into juice glasses and told us to drink up. Ugh. The kale made it bitter, the parsley made it pungent, and the thick texture made it particularly difficult to swallow. Poor Baby Sister. Even I thought that it was unfair to force a child to drink nasty green stuff on a birthday. She wept, loudly, copious tears, and begged to be let off just for one day. How could mama torture her on her birthday?!?

At this point Daddy stepped in with his ever offered inducement to "do it or else .... "
A threat to which we always submitted because we knew he'd carry it out. A spanking in addition to the green drink - on a birthday - was really beyond endurance ... for the birthday girl or her siblings.

And so began the regime of daily Green Drinks; always nasty, though now and then just barely endurable, if she accidentally put in too much pineapple juice. A whole winter went by to be followed by the addition of a juicer and hideous celery juice cocktails, another wickedly bitter beverage that we were told to drink all summer long "to keep you cool".

Thank goodness Mama was mostly disinterested in food, unless it was candy, cake or ice cream, because by the following winter the blender was retired to a back cabinet and we were Green Drink-free. Of course, we'd moved to the city that summer. There's nothing like moving into a new house to ring in new routines. I suspect Daddy hated the green drink as much as the rest of us - I never saw him willingly eat a green vegetable except peas. Green Drink went down in the family lexicon as the epitome of cruel punishment - a reference that carried the threat of misery and also exemplified the awfulness of Mama's cooking - I mean - in addition to the butterscotch chips in the pumpkin pie. What WAS she thinking?

Her reply - when we threw it in her face was "that was the year none of you had a single cold" which was another reason we hated Green Drink. What child doesn't want an excuse to stay home from school - and a cold? A cold doesn't even hurt all that much and if your throat is sore you get ice cream for lunch!

Fast forward a few decades and one day I began to think about Green Drink. No. Wait. I began to crave Green Drink. I know. Don't ask me. I haven't any idea where that urge came from but it prompted me to buy a blender, some pineapple juice and some green vegetables. It took very little tinkering with the recipe to make it into something quite tasty. And you don't have to stick with pineapple juice - not a particular favorite of mine. You can use milk, almond milk, Greek yogurt (my go-to choice right now), V8 fusion lite - if you don't mind artificial sweeteners. And if the store's greens are a little sad looking there are frozen greens and if you use the frozen ones you end up with a green Slurpee.

They call them green smoothies nowadays - but in the Haile House it's called Green Drink. A few years ago Baby Sister was visiting and I offered to make her one. The look she gave me was so bitter it would have frozen a soul less closely connected. Big sisters are immune to suspicious stares. "Really - I promise - it's good. It was just Mama's awful sense of taste that made it so bad" I assured her and she acquiesced - reluctantly.

The look of delight on her face was marvelous - it erased forever that sad, cornered little birthday girl of memories. At least - it pulled the thorn out of her heart.

Green Drink is a bit tedious to make on a regular basis because the blender is the devil to clean. I'll be glad when this one wears out so I can get a cheap one that I can just put in the dishwasher. The scorned health benefits, otoh, are so welcome. Every year Himself and/or I have sore throats and colds by Christmas week so this year I made the decision. We will have a Green Drink every day in December. We have missed a day or two so far, but 18 out of 20 ain't bad. And there's one in the blender right now. He likes his warmed, I like mine icy. And neither of us has had a sniffle or a cough or a sore throat - in spite of the Germs of December.

So - once again Mama proved right. Not in practice, no, but in theory - and that's good enough for me.

Thanks, Mama.

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SWEDE_SU 12/24/2014 6:50AM

    what a lovely blog! thank you so much for sharing!

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JCMSMILE 12/23/2014 10:38PM

    Good for you for drinking your greens!! I need to update my blender so that I can follow in your foosteps emoticon

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BETHGILLIGAN 12/22/2014 9:13AM

    Oh, Bess, I love this story!!! It made me smile. I could feel the love in every word!!! Thank you!

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MSLZZY 12/21/2014 9:58PM

    Mom did know best on this one LOL! Drink up and stay healthy. Christmas is almost here and maybe there will be a new blender under YOUR tree!

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USMAWIFE 12/21/2014 9:03PM

    great story

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OSDOWNS 12/21/2014 3:25PM

    Wonderful memory. Made me chuckle. My mom made us take alfalfa tablets. Yuk!

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SANDICANE 12/21/2014 2:44PM

    It's amazing what we remember, isn't it! Good job re-working that healthy green drink! Cheers to a healthy winter!

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TUTUNAN 12/21/2014 11:24AM

    A wonderful story. Thanks for sharing!

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ROMAN8 12/21/2014 10:55AM

    OMG! You are such a great writer! This is perfect. It reminds me of something from my childhood that I haven't thought about in years.....not every day, but when we were sick - we had to drink this concoction every two hours that my mom made (in the blender) that we called "brew". It was a recipe she got from a book by her nutrition guru Adel Davis and one of the main ingredients was brewer's yeast. NASTY!! And I too had a father that kept us in line with (not idle) threats. I remember the line "I'll give you something to cry about...." emoticon Glad to hear you were able to use it to you and your husband and sister's benefit in the end. I too grudgingly have to admit that my mother's obsession with nutrition has benefited me in adulthood. Lori

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NASFKAB 12/21/2014 9:50AM

  what an interesting story so happy to read about your mother all the best to you

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WATERMELLEN 12/21/2014 9:25AM

    What a marvellous blog -- I particularly like the way you "redeemed" Green Drink and healed your little sister's bitter memory!!

(And: how well I remember the "or else" of my childhood -- nobody worried so much about children's self-esteem back then!!)

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Real Gifts - More Mama Christmas Memories

Sunday, December 14, 2014

I'm all through with dootiful activities for the year and this is giving me time to sink indulgently into Christmas Brain - which, this year, includes More Mama Christmas Memories. I am one of those disgustingly cheerful Christmas celebrants who never gets enough Christmas music, enough Christmas tree, enough Christmas cards. I love it all and I loved it all from the very beginning. I get ready for Christmas all the way up to Christmas Day and then... I stop.

But I don't think Mama was such a Christmas gal. Not that she was ever depressed or grumpy or short tempered at that time. She just seemed a wee bit detached from it all. And for all that we talked about everything, I don't believe I ever asked her outright if she liked Christmas. I am sure it's because I couldn't believe anybody would not like Christmas. Sort of like I can't really believe in sailing - I mean - when the wind blows from the South, how is it you can also sail south - even if it's only south-ish. Or flying. How can a 50 ton airplane fly? I know how it does. I demonstrated it to my boy scouts 30 years ago. But do I believe? Believe? Well. There you have it. We can know what we don't believe.

What I know, though, and believe, is that Mama was gentle and indulgent with us about Christmas. I remember the first time I ever went shopping for Christmas presents. One of the bigger stores had a corner blocked off with a wall decorated like a gingerbread house. It had a little low door that only children could get through and we traipsed in to find, not a witch, but some pretty girls dressed as elves and lots of small things scattered about that you could purchase for tiny bits of money. We went in with a list of recipients and whatever cash we had. The pretty elf girl helped us pick from among a treasure store of things we'd never seen before - never even imagined - to give as gifts. I don't remember a thing I bought but I do remember the experience. It was magic. It was Daddy who took us. He was the shopper in the family. He was also the one who would get emotionally ratcheted up till he would crack and we'd have a Christmas Crisis. But he loved Christmas like I did. There never was a year he didn't tell us "we're going to have a smaller Christmas than last year" and then shop like a mad man, heaping the toy piles higher and higher.

Which might go a long way towards explaining why Mama was so ... um... detached through the holidays. Somebody had to be the grownup in that house.

When we were living on the Southside (in the Palace off of Jhanke Rd) we shopped for Christmas at Southside Plaza. Mama would give us $5 because each of us had to buy 5 presents. Once at the shopping center we'd head first to Woolworths and if we didn't find everyone a present there we'd move on to G.C. Murphy & Co. But with riches like we were spending, there was lots to choose from.

I remember selecting a blue glass bottle, shaped like a poodle, filled with bubble bath, for Mama one year. I loved dogs. I loved blue. I loved bubble bath - so surely this would be the best gift for Mama. Evidently she had a tender spot for it too, since she kept the bottle long after it was empty.

I am guessing this was purchased around 1961 because the summer I was 9 I was deep in the Little House books and that Christmas I asked Mama if:

1. We could have long flannel nightgowns instead of pajamas and
2. Could we have an Old Fashioned Christmas and make our own gifts that year?

I can still feel the moment - the hopeful wonder - the breathlessness as I waited for her answer - which was an indulgent "Yes". God knows what awful gifts I made for my sisters and parents in those early years but the experience left a lasting impact. To this day - if I didn't make it - no matter how much I spend on it - it's not a Real Gift. And of course, the spur of giving real gifts only made me work hard till I actually got good at making things. And even more of course - I will also buy gifts now and consider them real. Just not as real.

It was about this time that she gave all the cousins little cloth bags she had made, filled with drawing paper, crayons, scotch tape and round edged scissors. It was the scissors that caused the disgruntled complaints to issue from aunts and uncles. One unsuspecting aunt later muttered in my presence "Who was it who gave those scissors last year? I could kill her. What a mess they made."

I was a famous blabbermouth, but that time, I did not speak up.

The most hilarious Christmas morning I ever experienced was the year I was 11. We'd moved into the city by then and my little sisters were in school; kindergarten and 1st grade. My youngest sister was an unusual child - precocious beyond belief and yet - with such odd ideas. Sometimes she utterly drove me batty but just as often I was enormously proud of her. That year, though, the kindergarten teacher had them collect leaves and bring a bottle cap to school. They glued the cap in the center of a paper plate and then glued the leaves around it. The whole was spray painted gold and the intended result was supposed to be a Christmas Candle Holder.

Of course - one must remember that all of the gluing had been done by a 6 year old. I am sure she used that peppermint scented paste that came in a jar. And the gift was sent home from school in a brown grocery bag for the child to wrap. An odd shape - a fragile object - Sister knew it needed to be carefully packaged. She used a cardboard box that Daddy's shirts came from the cleaners in - and she padded the gift with ... the trash from the bathroom trash can.

I told you - she was unusual.

A week of drying out in our warm house, lying beneath the tree, being picked up and shaken - for I am sure she was as proud as punch about making a Real Gift for Mama and displayed it frequently - did nothing to keep it intact. On Christmas day we sat and watched as Mama opened up the box - and began pulling out used tissues, a Reese's candy wrapper, and other assorted bits of gold flecked clutter, a crumpled paper plate with glue splotches on it - Oh La. I will never, ever forget the look on Mama's face: Her mouth an open "O", her brain feverishly trying to decide if this was a joke or a Real Gift.

As the sisters and Daddy began to laugh (I'm actually laughing with tears rolling down my cheeks as I write this.) Baby Sister began to cry - realizing the completeness of her fiasco. Oh my goodness. Christmas. What is Christmas without a disaster or two? I do remember that Mama quickly recovered, hugged her nutty baby, and promised that she would help her re-glue everything and make it perfect.

I do not remember that I ever saw a candle in that holder but I do realize now that Mama taught me an important lesson that day. She showed me that the gift isn't the item. It's not the ring, or the dress, or the perfume. The gift is the time a person takes to think about you - contemplate your joy - long for your happiness - show you are worth stopping a busy day for. That is the real thing about gifts. That's what makes them Real Gifts.

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ROMAN8 12/21/2014 11:04AM

    This is so awesome. Made me cry, of course. emoticon

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MSLZZY 12/21/2014 7:30AM

    Your mother knew how to handle that delicate situation. Great memories! HUGS!

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WATERMELLEN 12/17/2014 10:05PM

    What a marvellous blog -- such lovely memories. Your mother was a wonder of kindness and warmth.

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SANDICANE 12/17/2014 7:08AM

    Oh what happy, heart-warming memories! Thinking of you this Christmas and knowing you'll have your mom in your heart the whole way through....

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KANSASROSE67 12/15/2014 1:32PM

    This is such a beautiful blog. I feel I know your mama just by reading it.

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WISHICOULDFLY 12/15/2014 12:17PM

    What a heartwarming blog! Tears, laughter, warm fuzzies - PERFECT for Christmas! emoticon

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BOBCATGIRL76 12/15/2014 11:37AM

    This is a beautiful blog. It reminded me of all the gifts I made my parents growing up and how much they treasured them, even when they were less than perfect. Thanks for writing such a descriptive and wonderful blog!

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KANOE10 12/15/2014 9:30AM

    That was a lovely blog. I enjoyed reading about those past family Christmases. What a compassionate wise woman was your your mother. The real value of a gift is the caring for the other person..not the item.

Yours was a loving childhood with precious memories.

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BETHGILLIGAN 12/15/2014 9:07AM

    What a beautiful blog! Thank you!

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OSDOWNS 12/15/2014 7:14AM

    Great blog!

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MARYJEANSL 12/14/2014 10:54PM

  Beautiful memories!

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DIANNEMT 12/14/2014 3:58PM

    What wonderful memories you are capturing!

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WIFE49 12/14/2014 10:22AM

    Thanks for sharing that story. It brought back memories of my childhood Christmases.

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NASFKAB 12/14/2014 9:56AM

  your mother was relly wondeful

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I Ache, Therefore I Am - Missing Mama at Christmas

Friday, December 12, 2014

I have three friends who lost their mamas this same year that I was made an orphan. Each of us is facing our first Christmas without this essential hub. If they ache as much as I do there must be a whole lotta achin' goin' on right now. And yet - these ladies had such magnificent mamas - almost as pinnacle-like as mine - that they have to also be having the most wonderful Christmas memories floating to the surface. I thought I'd try to list some of mine so that I have them down on virtual paper - I might even add to them as the years go by and the fleeting bits of code surface into my consciousness.

Of course, my first two memories take place at Christmas time - the trip to Florida after I'd burned my leg so badly and opening up the pink box with its cellophane window revealing Tiny Tears and all her miniature accouterments. Both Daddy and Mama were vivid in the car memory but only Mama is present in that memory of looking through the clear window and seeing that perfect babydoll. I was on the floor. Mama was behind me to my left. She told me it was 1953 so I was about 13 months old at the time.

Some memories are eternal.

My next Christmas memory had to have been before I was 5 because Sister and I were still sleeping in the downstairs bedroom. I came out of our room on Christmas morning and there was what looked like a brand new Tiny Tears sitting in a Real Baby Carriage - and I asked Mama why Santa thought I needed a second doll? She laughed and said it was my own Tiny Tears but I didn't believe her. I had to go back to my bed to see if she was still where I'd left her when I went to sleep the night before. Nope. The doll in the carriage was my very own baby.

Who knew how good a great vehicle could make a girl look?

I remember the Christmas my youngest sister was born. Daddy had to leave town on some urgent family business only days after Mama came home from the hospital. What I remember about Mama was how angry she was that he was leaving. What I remember about ME was how happy I was that my beloved godmother, Aunt Ann, was coming to stay with us. Mama had gotten a brand new all wool Oriental Rug (purchased, I am sure, from Miller and Rhodes) as a Christmas present. Walking barefoot on that rug was pure heaven. It was the softest thing my feet had ever felt. My aunt was going to cook an egg for my other younger sister when Mama called her from the bedroom. I, auntie's little shadow, stayed in the kitchen, transfixed by that white oval. I was thinking about a Saturday cartoon I'd seen of a hen, sitting in a nest on her egg, knitting and clucking the skater's waltz till the egg suddenly hatched and a little round yellow chick popped out. I began to wonder if I could make a little round yellow chick pop out of that egg on the kitchen counter. I cast about in my mind to think of something that would be soft enough to hatch a baby chick on.

Yes. You can finish that story all by yourself.

Those Christmases in that little starter home were all about the toys and the babies. I certainly remember how perfect they all were - and there are home movies of us starting about 1958 - which I believe is the year we got the pogo stick. All I really remember about Mama during that time was that she always put the tree inside the babies' play pen - which kept it from being pulled down by crawlers and toddlers, but also kept Me, the Big Girl, Who Knew Better, from getting my hands on the tree. I was glad when we no longer had babies in the house at Christmas time.

I also remember the year Daddy took us to the television station to see Santa. This is the only time I ever remember going to see Santa ... though perhaps there were other years. The gimmick was that one parent could stay home and watch her child on TV and find out what she wanted for Christmas. I am sure I got exactly what I wanted that year.

The Palace Off of Jhanke Road

Without a doubt, though, the most important Christmas Memory Of Mama didn't even happen at Christmas time. Late in the summer of 1959 we moved from Henrico to Chesterfield county - from our little brick house off Skipwith to the palace off of Jhanke Road. In the hustle and bustle of pulling things out and packing them into moving vans all the Christmas stuff was brought into the open. You must remember, as Jean Shepherd says, Christmas is the pivot around which the child's year rotates. I spent a lot of time as we adjusted to the new house, thinking about Christmas. In fact, Christmas was about the only thing I was thinking about at all. One day I heard Mama out in the hall, putting clean towels into the linen closet (I told you - this was a Palace of a house - it had a whole closet just for sheets and towels!!!) and I wondered if there really was a Santa Clause. I decided to ask Mama - and if she said "yes" then I would know there really was a Santa and if she said anything else at all - I would know that Santa was really our parents.

And so I asked. And she thought a moment before answering .... a deadly sign .... and then asked me "Well. What do you think?"

And I knew. And I said - "there isn't a Santa"

And there was a moment - a tee tiny prick of disappointment - and then the wonder of our parents buying that much stuff for us kids .. parents who NEVER bought stuff for us - who ALWAYS told us to save our allowances - whose only response to a request for any sort of impulse purchase was "that's nothing but junk" - the thought of those two grownups going out and buying, not just whatever we'd asked for, but heaps of things we hadn't even dreamed of - plus gobs of candy and frittery things like those spinning Christmas trees that opened when they were going fast enough, to reveal a little metal Santa - that was a miracle light years beyond some elf sliding down a chimney in a house that didn't even have a chimney. (although the New Palace had two chimneys and two fireplaces!!!)

Wow. I mean - WOW! That was the real magic of Christmas. It was the season when constant No Sayers did an about face and said YES!

And best of all - once I knew that first grown-up truth, I realized I'd put one toe into the magic kingdom of adulthood - that longed for Shangri La where I would one day get to live - that world where I would be in charge. There was still a lot of little girl in my almost 7 year old self, but it was only scant years before I was folded into the Christmas making part of things; when I was carried along to help with the shopping and the wrapping; when I could be a true Santa Elf.

A mama's real job is to help her children develop into functioning, capable, independent adults and that August afternoon my own precious Mama helped me make that giant step forward. It's a memory I cherish.

There are other Christmas memories that involve Mama and I will be back to write about them soon because I am 62. I am ever so slightly afraid that I will begin to lose these bits of code - that they will degrade to the point they can't be retrieved and I think that would be a great loss.

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JACKIEWALKS4FUN 12/13/2014 12:33PM

    I just love your memories you share. Thank you so much.
I always remember how happy my mother always was on the holidays, miss her and her twinkling eyes, just like the stars. emoticon

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SHEILA1505 12/13/2014 8:06AM

    Big hugs, Bess
I've had a hearty dislike of Christmas since 1992 when I lost my precious Mum - she made it all bearable after the loss of my DH1, having followed me to South Africa, and I simply don't know how to get back those feelings.

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CLAIREINPARIS 12/13/2014 1:59AM

    How beautiful!!! Once again you take your grief and turn it into something beautiful that you share with us... thank you!
I must say I am a bit envious you have memories from when you were 13! My first memories are from kindergarten!

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NASFKAB 12/12/2014 11:14PM

  your memories are so precious thanks for sharing them with us

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USMAWIFE 12/12/2014 8:40PM

    Memories are the one thing that always will live with us

a good friend of ours lost his mom on Sept 1 but her birthday is Christmas Day. We know he is having a rough time with that since for him it is a double sorrow

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AERO_NERDETTE 12/12/2014 11:37AM

    This is beautiful. Savor those shimmery, dreamy bits of memory.

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MOJO0607 12/12/2014 11:23AM

    What a beautiful way to remember your Mama during what must be a very diffiicult time of year. It sounds like she was amazing and engaged and involved in all aspects of being there for you and your siblings, and the memories will be invaluable over time. Embrace them, rejoice in them, and pass them on to your loved ones, so they too can remember the amazing woman she was. Merry Christmas, and many heartfelt warm wishes to you and yours...

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DIANNEMT 12/12/2014 11:21AM

    Your holiday memories are wonderful--may you feel comfort as you remember them. Thank you for sharing them with me.

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The Brains Wrap Up Thanksgiving

Monday, December 01, 2014

On la! Here it is December 1 already and already it seems like I'm running late. I better check in on what's going on with The Brains.

* * * * * * *
emoticon Hey. Hey there. Wake up.

emoticon Zzzzzzz Zzzzzzzzzzzz

emoticon (shoving a shoulder) I know you're awake. Stop faking.

emoticon(starting up) Huh? Whazzup?

emoticon It's December 1st! Already! We haven't any plans. What are we going to do!?!

emoticon(blinking) What is your problem?

emoticon It's almost Christmas.

emoticonYou woke me up to tell me that? I know that. It's December 1st.

emoticonExactly! Time to make some plans. In fact - it's time to look back on November and see how we did.

emoticon(groans) oh jumpin' jiminey. Werk werk werk. That's all you do

emoticon(smiles) Well it's fun work. Come on, lets' get planning. NO. Wait. Let's have a look back at November. Let's see how we did.

emoticonI don't wanna. We failed. We aren't at goal. I wanna go back to sleep

emoticonNo no. It's alright. I think we did great. Look. We earned 142 points on the glitter chart. See?

emoticonYeah. But that wasn't enough to buy the camera. Besides, Juno ate 3 of the glitter pens and the rest dried out.

emoticontut tut. We bought new color pens. With More Colors!

emoticonWe didn't ever hit goal

emoticon Not officially, no but we got to goal many days during November on the home scales.

emoticonNo boots though.

emoticon We BOUGHT those boots, though. And we can wear them this week no matter what the scale says tomorrow.


emoticon Sure. I figure we "reached goal" at least some of the time and we're almost there today! To get through Thanksgiving without gaining any weight and holding things to the lowest number we've seen for months is a WIN in my book.

emoticonYou do? It is?

emoticon Absolutely. Do you think having that chart helped?

emoticon(considers this) Well - at first it did - but the more we stayed with the chart and the harder we tried ... the less progress we saw at the official weigh ins. Towards the end I was pretty discouraged.

emoticon Yeah. That's hard to accept, but you know - we aren't calculators or cash registers - with a calories in and calories out guarantee. And this month we finally figured out how to fit in strength training - because we were pushed so hard by that chart. and we tried 2 new recipes! So think about it. What if we hadn't tried? What if we hadn't had that chart? What would we look like now?

emoticonOh. I hadn't thought about that. We'd look like emoticon

emoticonRight. And instead we look great!

emoticonHmmm. Well, you know - you're right. We do look good.

emoticon (laughing) Admit it - we look fantastic.

emoticon(grinning) yeah. and you know - that chart really did help

emoticon and we have $$ for the new camera too.

emoticonYes. we do. Well. Hmmm. I'm feeling pretty energized about it.

emoticon Great! Then you're willing to do another chart for December?


emoticon Come on - it'll be fun. We can call it The Color Countdown to Christmas.


emoticon Look - see? I've used the same things but added a super bonus point one for planning our meals for a week -

emoticonWhat! A whole week?

emoticonNo. just the 5 week days. Extra points if we plan for the weekend too.

emoticonOh. Well. I guess we can try to plan 5 days of stuff. Do we still get the dollar per point?

emoticon Absolutely.

emoticonWhat'll we spend it on?

emoticon You mean after we get the camera? I don't know. Is there anything you want?

emoticon(sits quietly a moment) Hmmm. No. At least - not right now - not yet.

emoticon Well - here's an idea. Let's explore the camera options and choose one. Then - the moment we have the $ we order THAT DAY. No waiting, no putting it off till tomorrow. We BUY.

emoticonYes. That's good. I like that.

emoticon And the rest we can save to add to a Spa Day in January.

emoticonOh. You mean we have to keep doing this forever?

emoticon don't you like my charts? Don't you like how useful they are?

emoticonI don't mind a chart to get over a hump but no. I don't want to have to do this forever. We are already tracking food and exercise. If we have to do More Listing forever ...

emoticon Oh. Yes. I can understand that. Hmmm. And besides - if we do this all the time it sort of gets stale and besides I know you ... you'll figure out how to cheat.

emoticon(Looks affronted) Hey hey - we're a team and we do all this together. And your crafty brain can figure out cheating just as quickly as my frustrated heart.

emoticon Yes. You're right. In fact, maybe my crafty brain figures it out faster because ... my crafty brain created the chart. ......... Okay. We'll use the chart for the challenging times like Food Holidays - like Thanksgiving and Christmas and Vacations. So we'll just do this till January 1.

emoticon(smiles) Good. I like that.

emoticon (rubbing her hands together ) So. Let's see what else we have to plan for December. I've got a list ....


emoticon What?

emoticonThat's enough planning for now. Let's just make it through the rest of this week.

emoticonUsing the chart?

emoticonYes. Using the chart. You KNOW we have that hard thing at work this week and it has to be done by Thursday. And the class we have to teach on Saturday. And company coming Saturday afternoon?

emoticonYes. That's why we have to plan!

emoticonNOT NOW. Get through today and THEN we can plan.

emoticon(smiling) Tired already? Alright. We'll visit this issue again. Tomorrow.

emoticonYeah. At Tara

emoticonLOL. Right. Tomorrow. At Tara.

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So. I guess that's what's going on with The Brains. Not too bad. And we'll get a handle on December tomorrow. At Tara.

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CUTENHEALTHY 12/4/2014 6:06PM

    You look great and I totally relate to the angel-devil emoticon conversations. Happy holidays! Cheers to making as many good choices as we can!

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BETHGILLIGAN 12/3/2014 11:18AM

    Great blog and you look fabulous!!!

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MICKEYH 12/1/2014 9:43PM

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FORZACHANDMATT 12/1/2014 10:00AM

    Love, love this - you should write a book about this....

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KANOE10 12/1/2014 7:12AM

    You had a great December. You girls did well. I love your Thanksgiving picture. You do look great! You are making very good progress using the charts and I know December will be a good month. Enjoy those new boots!


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What's Your Passion?

Saturday, November 22, 2014

A recent blogpost by 2BDYNAMIC poses the question "What are you willing to sacrifice?" and she talks about her reaction to people who always seem to have an excuse for why they "can't".

You know - those folks, which I'll admit has sometimes included me, who say "I want to exercise but it's too cold and I hate gyms" or "I want to eat healthy but people keep pushing food at me" or any of a number of unmet desires frustrated by outside forces. In her post she asks the question ... What are you willing to sacrifice to get what you say you want?

And it struck me that both sides of this question are really revolving around a supposition that an unhealthy life style actually has its attraction. You see - the reluctant exerciser grieves at the thought of not sitting on the cozy couch because it is a fun thing, a pleasure, a good thing preferable to donning warm clothes and heading out for a walk - which is a drudgery and a punishment. And the reality check blogger admits too, that to give up the cozy couch is a sacrifice but one that is worth it.

And somehow the idea of sacrificing .... giving up things - even for better things - just depresses me. It also brings to mind a recent conversation with Himself about how I couldn't get a handle on my weight till I decided to make it my hobby.

Himself, the darling, calls my hobbies "Bess' Passions". He has his hobby too - but it is sailing and it's been his hobby since the first day he stepped over the gunwale and took up the lines. It is what he is doing if he's not writing or doing dootiful projects about the house. I, otoh, have indulged in a number of hobbies throughout my life. Some of them have been almost avocational, like sewing - which I pursued for decades, until clothing became cheap and my income expanded. Then there was gardening. And playing the harp. And then knitting. Oh yes. And drawing/watercolor painting.

Take a look at my bookshelves and you will find an extensive library on each of those topics. And yes, there is also a shelf of books about a healthy physical life that includes cookbooks, advice books and exercise books. And then there is my collection of blog posts here on Sparkpeople as well as the rather impressive number of spark points - why - there is even a glitter chart in my Daytimer. Each of my hobbies has created a lust for expertise; a passion for knowledge on the subject - and a dedication of time and thought to it. Each has become something good to know, positive to reach for, a joy scattered throughout my day. Has this meant that while in pursuit of my new passion I have allowed other passions to sit idle or even slide away. Yes. Does it mean that those lost activities were sacrificed? Well - I suppose viewed in a glass-half-empty way they were - only ...

Only I don't intend to never sew again if I'm knitting, or never garden again if I'm playing music, or never draw again if I'm exercising. I still have much of the knowledge and skill I acquired in the pursuing stage - the honeymoon stage of each hobby - each passion. I am just devoting time and energy to my new love. Each new passion has enriched my life, made me stronger, happier, fuller, more joy filled. I like to think they've made me more interesting .... but that is because if you are NOT interested in David Austin Roses or Intarsia in the Round or even the fat content of a blueberry donut - I promise you - I won't take the discussion there.

And, btw, it also doesn't mean I won't ever eat a blueberry donut again.

So. If you, like I, get depressed at the idea of healthy living as a sort of half-punishment sacrifice, perhaps you would like looking at your pursuit of that healthy lifestyle as a new passion - a hobby - something that you can get really good at - something you choose to spend time and energy and devotion and curiosity on. That kind of thinking might make it - at least more fun, and possibly make you successful. And when you pick up an apple, instead of a blueberry donut - fill your head with Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young singing this:

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BETHGILLIGAN 11/26/2014 8:43AM

    Great blog! What a great way to alter your perception of something! I definitely will try to start thinking of exercise as a hobby; not something to dread. It is truly a mindset!! Thanks for the insight!

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USMAWIFE 11/22/2014 10:41PM

    great blog

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MSLZZY 11/22/2014 7:23PM

    Something to be passionate about- emoticon

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MICKEYH 11/22/2014 3:33PM

    Thanks for sharing. This is a great blog. Thought provoking one. emoticon emoticon

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JCMSMILE 11/22/2014 10:05AM

    Thanks...I will love the food I choose to be with!! emoticon

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KANOE10 11/22/2014 8:33AM

    This is a good blog. Make healthy living a passion and enjoy it. I do like to experiment with new healthy recipes! I also have tons of books on healthy eating and recipes. It is fun!

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TORTISE110 11/22/2014 7:30AM

    Hi Bess, This is a fine blog. It is freeing to think of living a healthy life as a passion, and not just a responsibility. And it exposes a 'dirty little secret' about weight loss and fitness. It can be interesting, fun and energizing to pursue this particular passion.

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EVIE4NOW 11/22/2014 7:23AM

  Great blog. I too have had many hobbies and passions over the years. I know exactly what you are saying. Thanks for saying it.

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NASFKAB 11/22/2014 7:14AM

  awesome thanks for sharing

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