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Happy St. Pat’s – 104

It’s St. Pat’s today and I made sure I wore green so the little gremlins at work wouldn’t have the opportunity to give me a pinch.

Actually, I was quite impressed with the level of creativity the kids have for St. Pat’s now. Ribbons, bows, tiny hats, silly headbands, striped socks… you name it, I saw it tonight if it had green on it, including Hubby with a pair of shamrocks sprouting from his head and beads wound round his neck. I love that my 6 foot 5 fuzzy faced man will wear those silly things to get a laugh from the kids.

It’s late and I’m tired. Tomorrow I have much work to work on, and Saturday I’m looking forward to some basket bingo with friends. I thought it was going to be for Longaberger baskets, but found out it’s for Pampered Chef items instead. I’m sure I could use some of that.

I finally got #4 to go with me to the gym today. AND I got her to help me work on a strength training routine. Woot! (btw, I’m much stronger than I thought I was.. sheesh! Gotta love that hearty peasant stock!)

 

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New Things 105

Part of my world (uh oh, lyric bomb – I hear the Little Mermaid singing in her grotto) is the try new things. If you’ve ever read Jen Lancaster’s book My Fair Lazy or Such a Pretty Fat then you’ll know that in these two books she was working on making personal transformations and life style choices. In Such a Pretty Fat, she challenged herself to lose 50 lbs and in My Fair Lazy, she decided she needed better conversation topics at cocktail parties – and a little more culture – in her life. Jen’s writing is very honest, witty and a pleasure to read. I can’t say they were the sole impetus for some of  the changes I’ve been working on, but I will admit that I think back and reference them while I’m doing it. Today, I did a few new things to broaden (or decrease if you want to look at it that way) my horizons.

I was pretty tense today and frustrated with work and the sheer amount of paper piles I have on my desk and the floor surrounding my desk. I hadn’t taken my walk. I hadn’t gone to the gym. I was feeling antsy and Hubby could tell. Friends had invited us out for happy hour at a Japanese Steakhouse called , Sake.

When we got there, our friends hadn’t confirmed with us, so we had no idea if they were coming or not. We got the menu and started looking over the happy hour choices. I have to read each item to be sure there are no onions in the roll and that was taking some time. It was ok, though, because just as we had deciphered what kind of drink we might like to try, our friends walked in.

Practically before we sat down, T had ordered 3-5 dishes and drinks. I was still poring over the menu. When the server came back with the beverages, T ordered 3 or 4 more dishes. My head was spinning and I was getting cranky so I ordered a Sake-tini which was kind of sweet, but not in a syrupy way. More of a freshly pulverized fruit way. It was very good. Then T started pouring hot sake and that was amazing. I’m not sure I could do an entire carafe, or two, but the warmth was actually refreshing.

I finally handed the “approved” list to Hubby after the waitress had come to see if we were ready at least 4 times. It wasn’t her fault  we were sushi incompetent, but we did take a bit of time deciding. Hubby placed an order and I sat back to see what he’d chosen.

The dishes began to come out fast and furious, with my favorite thing being the wasabi paste and the ginger slices. The presentation was like art! They were simply gorgeous to look at.

Whitefish Tempura

This was the Whitefish Tempura

Seared Tuna

This was the seared tuna.

something fishy

This was our platter. I liked the ginger the best.

This was one of the many our friends had ordered

Most of it tasted pretty good and some of it I’d eat again. I can hold my own with the chopsticks, so that worked out well. Forgive the TV Batman Series camera angles. I feel like I should have put POW! BAM! and BOOM! in a starburst or something.

After our meal, we came home for a little couch and TV time, but my body has loved the movement it gets lately and kinda like my dog pesters me for her walk, it was nagging at me because I hadn’t exercised yet. I have a s-l-o-w digestive system (what can I say, I’m efficient!) and dinner was still sitting pretty heavy on my stomach, but what the hell…

It was dark, my daughter had run off with my gym card (shhhh, don’t tell) and Hubby was beginning to doze so I thought that since I’m in week three of Project 121, I’d better step it up a bit and I popped my Jillian Michaels  “Shred” dvd in. How hard could it be? I used to be able to whiz right through this awhile back.

O. M. G.

I’m sure the combination of sake, sushi and Jillian wasn’t the best, and I finished about 95% of the first level. I thought I was on Biggest Loser and I was going to toss my sushi all over the place, but I didn’t and I finished that nasty old meanie Jillian’s work out, and I got my blog in and I’m feeling much more relaxed. Now it’s time for bed.

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Giving – 107

Unless you are just waking up from a coma, or have been living under a rock, you are aware of the devastation that has befallen Japan after the earthquakes and tsunami.

I choose not to glue myself to any sort of news media when these things tend to occur. I want to get the pertinent information and then tune it all out. It’s not because I’m insensitive, in fact, it’s because of the opposite. I’d be drawn in, worried by all the media’s ‘possibility’ angles and the conjecture of what could happen elsewhere. I’m very concerned for the people and their plight, but *I* personally can’t stop the subject from bashing around inside my head like a moth to flame if I engage too much of it.

Instead, I like to be a part of the next step. I would rather focus my energy on what I can do to improve the situation that these people find themselves in. Usually, this means a donation of some kind. Money, goods, and if I can, time and labor are the responses I lean towards.

So today, I went in search of an organization that I felt comfortable donating to.

This might sound like a rather odd statement, but regrettably, some people see opportunity at every turn. Charities are always fertile feeding grounds for less than savory characters who like to prey on the kindness and willingness of man to help his neighbor.

Years ago, I donated often to just about anyone who called me. We were a family of 6 living on one salary and there was very little discretionary income. I’ve always wanted to help whenever I can. It goes along with being grateful for what I had and understanding that others have less.

I don’t recall what tipped me off, whether it was a letter or just a question asked of the telemarketer who was soliciting donations (I tend to believe it was the latter) but the information that came to me was fairly astonishing. This charity, that I had given so freely to in the past, only sent a fraction of my donation to the recipients and kept the rest as administrative costs and overhead. That meant that out of my dearly scraped and hoarded $10.00 that I donated to someone else, about 50 cents was going to the charity. It turned my stomach to find this out, and it was only available information if you asked. Now, you have to ask in writing to get a disclosure statement and many fundraisers will not reveal over the phone what percentage the charity will actually receive from your donation.

Enter the age of the internet. Donations are far more easy to collect now that we have the web, and sadly, just as many are waiting in the wings to bilk the concerned public from their funds. That’s why, when I decided I wanted to give to relief efforts for Japan, I was very careful to look up the organization I chose.

When disaster strikes, most people automatically think “Red Cross”. I am not belittling the Red Cross efforts in the slightest, but I did feel uncomfortable when I read,

Donations to the American Red Cross can be allocated for the International Disaster Relief Fund, which then deploys to the region to help.

What that says to me is that the Red Cross can decide how much they are willing to spend on that disaster, no matter how many donations come in for a specific event. You may have your own reason for wanting your money to go to just the Japanese, but the Red Cross may decide that another event may need those dollars more. I respect their model for trying to stay open to help no matter when  or how many events may occur, but that’s not the way *I* wanted to give.

I also looked into Salvation Army. Another highly reputable organization with a long history of helping. If it wasn’t tied directly to a single religion, I’d be more apt to donate there.

I looked at a few more options and finally stumbled on to www.charitynavigator.org

At Charity Navigator I was able to type in the name of the charity I was interested in and get a report of how much goes to the program, how much goes to the administrative costs, who the president was, what their compensation is, how much they’ve raised and how much they’ve paid out on their programs and just about any other thing to make me feel comfortable enough to give freely.

For Japan’s efforts, I chose Americares. It has a four-star rating based on its statistics (Red Cross only got 3) and I felt that this was the correct choice for me.

No matter what the event is that you wish to donate towards, I urge you to give wisely. Check out your charity with Charitynavigator.org and then give freely and with love and support for your fellow-man.

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In A Word – 108

This month’s theme for the Nablopomo challenge of blogging every day for the entire month of March is, “In a Word”.

Most of the time I ramble on about whatever strikes my fancy, but today I wanted to post a word that has become very important in my life.

I’ve always been thankful, albeit maybe not as consciously as I could have been. Maybe you just didn’t recognize the moment for what it was.  Sometimes it takes the loss of something to let you know how much you really appreciated what you had. Since my children are grown and following their own paths, I’ve taken much time to figure out, “What’s next?”

Looking back at all that’s gone before and realizing the awesome and incredible future I have, the better question at times is “What’s now?”

Now is what matters, and to be present in the now of things, you have to open your eyes wide, look around and appreciate it all.

That’s it. That’s my word,  and the best thing I’ve learned lately. Conscious gratitude.

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No Bones About It -109

I’m not sure how it happens, or why, but people get set in their ways about food choices. It’s almost as if it’s the only thing in life you really have control over as in how much you put in your mouth, what it looks like before you do, how it tastes and how you like it prepared.

I’m not immune to food quirks.

I’m not a big fan of bones in my meat. I don’t like the smell of turkey or chicken roasting and watching people eat wings, chicken legs or pulling meat from bones kinda turns my stomach. Hubby, LOVES fried chicken, so we will occasionally go pick him up some. I’ll sit in another room and he’ll enjoy and open a window to rid the house of what I call “the stink”. We even cook our holiday bird on the grill to avoid the aroma.

I usually don’t like to drink alcohol and eat food. Every once in a while a beer with something sounds good, but the reality of drinking a strong beverage while eating overcomes the thought.

I don’t really like pasta. It’s heavy and makes me sleepy as soon as I eat it. I prefer to eat Shiritaki Noodles.

I don’t like many sweet things. Chocolate should be cold and berries should be warm more often than not.

I truly enjoy the flavor of foods that have a flavor closer to nature than processed things. The closer it is to tasting like dirt or twigs, the happier I am.

Do you have any food quirks?

 

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Graduation -111

# 4 will be graduating from college in May.

COLLEGE!! oh my… my baby is graduating from college… just a sec.. I’m having a “moment”

She’ll be graduating with HONORS!! Hold on, having another “moment”.

I’m such a proud Momma, I want to announce her achievement to the world. She, however, isn’t on the same page.

I asked her about invitations, announcements and such and she just shrugged. She said, “Why? Who really cares what I’ve done. It shouldn’t be about that, should it?”

When she found out she was graduating with honors, her response was, “As long as I get to wear that stupid rope, I’m good.”

I know she’s proud of her accomplishments in that she’s done it all well, but she’s not the kid who will jump up and down, screeching with glee about it. She’s… let’s call her… understated. She looks at all of this just as “what you are supposed to do”.

In some ways, this attitude will serve her well.

It’s such a Hubby attitude.

She’s such a blend. I remember when I was carrying her I looked at Hubby and said, “I want a girl.” He wasn’t too sure about that. He shuddered and said, “Eh, no. What if she has all of our bad qualities. That would be a nightmare.”
Ever the optimist I said, “But what if she has all of our good qualities. She’d be a blessing!”

The universe listened and she got both, but I think it’s done her a world of good to have such a balance.

Now I’m on a mission to find some announcements I can entice her with. They can’t be too “much” in either design or cost because she won’t go for that.

Any ideas?

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112 – Text Message .00000000001

Many a moon ago, 28 years ago, I worked at a dealership as a switch board operator for an automobile dealership. Much of the time I was actually a switch-bored operator.

I handled incoming calls, assigning sales leads, some light paperwork and….. the mail.

I think I mentioned that I was bored, right?

I had known hubby for about a year and a half by then. We’d come to a place where we knew we cared for one another, but life was not settled and I certainly didn’t think I was going to marry him.  In ’83 he was 17 and not sure what he was doing with his life.  We had talked to each other every day and really enjoyed being with one another.

My desk drawer broke the other day, so I emptied the contents to repair the drawer. Part of what I keep in that drawer is a blue binder in which Hubby had kept a journal about how he felt about me, another of his journals from ’93 and a green folder filled with letters I had written him back in ’83. (see picture above)

Since I had handled the mail, I’d been able to put a letter a day into the mail pile and one day, Hubby called me up to tell me thank you for the letter. (Lather, rinse, repeat, repeat, repeat…) I’d begun to write him a letter every day and mailed it to him over the course of 3 months. Some of the letters were only a few lines long and some were more. I’d gotten creative with the addresses after a while, mailing them to Smith Domes, C/O Hubby… or Dr. Hubby Smith, Head of Gynaecology… or Smith-Tronics,  Hubby Smith, President.

The letters were fun to read and the envelopes tickled me as well. I got to the last letter and when I’d opened it I’d read, “Just a note to say,  there will be no letter today.”

Who would have thought that 28 years later, I could send him a letter a day still, except instead of the mailman, I punch a few buttons on my phone or keyboard.

Man the world has changed, but I’m glad I still have  the original Text Message v.000000000001 in my drawer.

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First Week – 113

The first week of my project 121 has gone by and I’ve noticed a few things.

When you count down to something specific you:

  • tend to notice that time moves quickly
  • become excited by the approaching event
  • become anxious about the work you still need to do before you can go
  • aware that you haven’t listened to the language cd’s in awhile
  • motivated to do the things you haven’t

This past week I worked on swapping out some food choices and cutting down a bit on portions. I didn’t deny myself anything, really, and in fact I went to the Cheesecake Factory and had some peanut butter cup cheesecake. I split it with Hubby, had about 4 bites and felt satisfied. I never want my project’s focus to be on denial, but on reasonable choices instead.

I also logged 10.4 miles for walking, used my hand weights at home for some upper body toning and did some static leg exercises , AND – yesterday I wen to the gym and stepped up my upper body training. Now I’ve recruited #4 to go to the gym with me to teach me some of the lower body and midsection machines/floor exercises, that I need.

This weeks results………..drum roll please…………..

4 inches lost – mostly off belly and butt

3.2 lbs down

antsy if I don’t move by 2 pm

 

I’m happy with these results and am confident that  I’ll be skittering up the Spanish Steps with the best of them.