Friday, September 21, 2012
Today I've been doing laundry and taking care of other stuff.
Our son came home after school and in a little bit, he went outside to mow the yard, and discovered our little Angel, legs outstretched, laying on her side in the grass near the house, a peaceful expression on her furry little black face. We've been working on her grave hole by the trees that she frequently liked to sleep under. DS is taking it fairly well, all things considered. He doesn't remember when our cat Diesel died when he was only 11 months old, so that's been years now.
We've had Angel since around 2006. The older woman we got her from was going into an assisted living home in Texas. She was a friend of my mother-in-law (who had already moved to Kansas closer to us in 2005.). She had gotten Angel from the pound there in Oklahoma some 2 or 3 years earlier, after her previous dog Queenie had passed on. The pound had her because she had belonged to an elderly couple who had to give her up when they themselves were going into a care home. So it's anyone's guess how old she actually was, but the vet said she was starting to get cataracts. She'd had grey/white hairs in her muzzle a few years now. Still liked to go for walks but couldn't handle running any more. I'd just taken her to the vet last week to get her rabies shot, and just renewed her license at the local City Hall for another year...
Somewhere around, I think we have a photo of her... Will have to find and update this later. We think she might have had some Australian Blue Heeler or some Shelty in her? Long wirey coat, impossible to keep brushed down, and she always preferred to be outdoors, even in the winter.... so peaceful, never tangled with our cat. Never barked much. About the only thing that got her going was chasing the rabbits that dared to bound through the yard, and she'd set off a mad dash in hot pursuit, stopping only at the fence.
She liked to dig... and when she'd go to my mom's house to hang out with her "cousin" (Larry the Cable Dog, who is mostly lab and maybe husky? he's a BIG dog compared to little ole 18-19 pound Angel!), she'd dig. Well... we were out of town and then my mom had to go out of town, so my step-brother was watching her. And well... she dug a hole and she and Larry got out of the fence and went roaming the neighborhood. Their tags got them some attention and phone calls, and they were returned. She got them out again later on. From then on, my mom called her "Jezebel" for "Leading Larry astray...." and when she went to visit my mom and Larry, we had to clip her to a very long chain so she had the entire yard to roam around on, but just not quite to the fence where she could dig!!
So anyway... I guess this is just a place to recollect thoughts.
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
So, many of us here on SparkPeople are all about chocolate, right? or coffee? or maybe energy foods like Chia Seeds? Some even run Marathons and 5K's and other races in between?
Anyone like to try out new products? or want to say they helped put up investment capital? Here's a link to IndieGoGo - which is kind of like a KickStarter type place, where people promote their idea, and they tell you what the fundraiser categories are and what "perks" you obtain.
I just signed up to contribute, but I'll show up as "anonymous" on their site. That's okay with me, it's their show and I don't need the glory. Just the little warm fuzzy I'll get when I'm slowly sucking down one of their Perfect Fuels, trying to keep the chocolate from drizzling down my face!!
Anyway I need to leave in a bit, but check out the link below, read all about it, ask them questions if you want, no pressure - got until October 1st to think about it. They want to raise something like $15,000 to help introduce three new flavors. Some of you may already be familiar with their products, so you might like to know about this and put your vote in!! (really a tough call as I think all three flavors have their merit, but I voted for Chia. I figure I can wash it down with a cuppa coffee and get my sea salt in some other way...).
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Well, maybe not in Hawaii but one can dream?! It's a pleasant day, warmish and windy-ish in Kansas... we'll take them as they come.
Was reading this article and thought I'd share. It's one of those "scientific studies" paid for by the Almond Growers, so there is a bias there.
Just for sake of argument, I tried to find some other articles or results, to see if any had their own bias one way or another. Admittedly I haven't spent the entire afternoon perusing many articles. Actually, just one...
This article kinda goes off on a different but similar tangent, and mentions that a calorie isn't always a calorie - and that some foods just really don't take much effort to chew up or to digest (calories burned) and so the body gets more of the calories from that food. Evidently this is the case with smoother or slicker foods... and then the article mentions various nuts, including Almonds, as burning a lot of calories in the efforts of chewing and digesting the nuts. And it says that the US Department of Agriculture confirms that finding. (but I didn't go off hunting for the official US Department of Agriculture article on same. That can be your science project of the day, if that's of interest to you. I need to go jump on my rebounder right now because my legs are aching, and it will be much more fun then taking the dog to the vet for her rabies shot.).
I have noticed that just a small amount of almonds really does give me saity (sp?) in my breakfast cereal....
So it appears to me that a small portion of almonds will be sufficient to boost the protein levels and really not increase the calories that much, as long as you are doing most of the work chewing it up. Probably Almond butter will be a straight transfusion of calories though...
(this might look like peanut butter or Nutella, but today, I will suspend disbelief and call it Almond butter, since I couldn't find any emoticons for almonds in SparkPeople. The very idea!!!).
Friday, September 07, 2012
(Just to clarify - I didn't write this out. I've been sent this story many times in email, and have seen it elsewhere on the Internet. Many different blogs and websites have this story posted. Some add extra thoughts to the end. It's just inspirational and encouraging and thought-provoking. I've been having my own issues so it's something for me to remember and ponder as well!! Wish I had written it, but I haven't.)
"The Story Of The Wooden Bowl"
A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year-old grandson.
The old man’s hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered.
The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather’s shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.
The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess.
“We must do something about father” said the son.
“I’ve had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor”.
So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner.
There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner without him.
Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was now served in a wooden bowl.
When the family glanced in Grandfather’s direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone.
Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.
The four-year-old grandson watched it all in silence.
One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with scrap pieces of wood on the floor.
He asked the child sweetly, “What are you making?” Just as sweetly, the boy responded, “Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up.” The four-year-old then smiled and went back to work.
The words so struck the parents that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.
That evening the husband took Grandfather’s hand and gently led him back to the family table.
For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither the husband or the wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.
On a positive note, I’ve learned from this story that, no matter what happens, how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.
I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles four things: A rainy day, the elderly, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.
I’ve learned that making a “living” is not the same thing as making a “life.”
I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.
I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands. You need to be able to throw something back sometimes.
I’ve learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you. But, if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others, your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you.
I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.
I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one.
I’ve learned that every day, you should reach out and touch someone.
People love that human touch – holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.
I’ve also learned that I still have a lot to learn.
Wednesday, September 05, 2012
Chuck's comments on Kayla Harrison, Olympic Gold Medalist in Olympic Judo:
=== Beginning of quoted segment ===
Kayla's journey to Olympic gold, as well as her triumph over tragedy, models a path that victims of any form of abuse or past entrapments can take to attain recovery, freedom and their dreams.
Here are a few of the lessons that her life and actions teach us:
1) Don't let being a victim define or paralyze you any more than it already has; rather, use it as a catalyst to grow, overcome and fuel victory.
The U.K.'s Guardian retold how Kayla said everything in her life — the good, the bad and the ugly — was used to help her overcome and reach her goals: "Kind of just reflecting back on my life. Everything it's taken to get here, and everything that I've gone through."
Kayla reminded me of a critical fact in personal growth: Your past can be the fire for victory in your present; it doesn't have to paralyze and enslave you. Triumph over trauma can be our greatest achievement because it helps us in myriad ways. In her own words, Kayla said her journey "is proof that you're only a victim if you allow yourself to be. Nothing can stop you."
Read, learn and grow. As PAVE Inc.'s website notes, "education and awareness are essential to both prevention and healing."
2) Surround yourself with people who will push — and sometimes even pull — you toward health, wholeness and your goals.
=== end of quote ====
I'm not allowed to quote all of it...
So anyway this is an issue I'm still struggling with.
I'm still kind of paralyzed in parts of my life... still have a tendency to just go numb and not really feel....anything.
I remember when I was 18 or 19 and finally out of the house, I felt powerful. But I guess there were some things I didn't fully understand about family dynamics, about dysfunctional relationships, about personal boundaries, about what exactly is "respect" and what exactly is "honor"... things like that? When do I "honor" the abuser just because of their seniority or because of the relationship dynamics, who they are relative to my place in the family. I read where I'm to honor a person but not respect what they do. And when I reached out to try to stop and was not believed, and later on, the others in the family overreacted and now the family is spread to the four winds, so I don't even feel respected by the siblings who were not affected. Not sure how to put Humpty Dumpty back together again...because she, well, me is just not altogether there. Now I have problems hugging my own child, for fear that I will turn into the same monster (statistics claim that the abused grow up to be abusers. I know statistics can lie.... I also know statistically the abused are more likely to become obese...).
Why do I feel so down when I'm trying to look up to a better example? Where does the forgiveness come into play, and still care for elderly family members who didn't stop the pain when they could have?
I'm the only child that still lives in the same area, still mains any contact with my elderly relatives.... The other siblings essentially have nothing to do with me, with each other, with their elderly relatives... (I've no idea if anyone on SP knows me and my family personally... a few have met "at" me but I wouldn't say they know my family, other than my DH and DS.).
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