I remember a kinder, smarter, and less scared America. I'm not here to debate this and my political views are probably obvious. But, it's not about that. I ask you, can you honestly sit back and think America is the greatest country in the world? Do you think dividing our country, creating hate, living lies, and pointing fingers at each other is working? I recently read a post on Facebook about a fact checking app offering to research FOR YOU before you post. In reading the comments a woman asked "Who's (sic) facts?" Huh?
Now I get it. A year ago June, my husband, Tom, retired. I was working part time and all was good. Then, I retired from my part time job. With the pandemic the days of the week already ran together but when I added retirement to that, I started to understand why Tom continued to tell me he thought it was a different day.
Now that we're in our seventies and both retired it is easy to wonder what day it is. I fill my days with swimming, yoga, and tennis and each activity has its own day and time so I was still somewhat on schedule. I like it that way.
We manage to busy ourselves with our little routines, house projects, neighborhood walks, Netflix, and PrimeVideos, but I still have to look at my Fitbit to see what dang day it is.
What day is it again?
While I am not as addicted to football as Tom, I do love to watch my Alabama boys play! OK, so sometimes I fall asleep, especially when the game run past my bedtime. But, nonetheless, when it comes to Alabama football, I'm there.
When Alabama isn't playing I'm not watching. Tom, on the other hand, will watch just about anything from an *ahem* Auburn game to teams I have never heard of. It's not just one game either, it is one after another. Fortunately, he uses headphones so my peace and quiet remains just that. Do I mind? Not at all. In fact, it amuses me when out of the blue (remember, he's wearing headphones) I hear an outburst that reminds me he is still sitting in his chair being amused or annoyed by some play.
Enjoy, sweetheart ... we have other televisions, tablets, laptops, and phones ... and books, too!
This, too, will pass.
Why is cat litter scented? I mean, really, do people really want to smell floral scented cat deposits? Just scoop the deposit and move on. I can’t imagine the cat deposit stinking any longer than a humans once the source of the odor is removed.
Have a pacifer-using child? How about removing the gadget before snapping a picture? I can’t tell you the number of pacifier-pusses I see on Facebook. OK, I’m old and my children didn’t use pacifiers so I am biased but I would sure like to see a lovely toddler smile without a gadget. Say Cheese!
I am one of those annoying people who drive the speed limit – well, most of the time. I drive in the right lane leaving the left lane open to pass. Yeah, it’s the law – slower traffic keep right. So, the next time you pass me, please refrain from flipping me the bird because I’m not speeding like you. And, thank you to the most recent speeder who showed me how karma works. Hope you have the cash to pay your ticket.
I often hear people say "hindsight is 20/20" but I question that. If it were, why do we keep making the same mistakes over and over? Even my own hindsight doesn't always help me for decisions and I find myself doing the same stuff, just on a different day.
From wars to personal relationships ... who is really looking backwards to find an answer for going forward?
I will say, however, that I have learned a few things along the way. I'm not sure if I would consider it hindsight or experience ... or is that the same thing? I'm older and "wyser" now ... I've learned to look at some things a different way. Is that hindsight? Beats me.
I look at how we, as a people, treat other people and I know we have not learned squat. History is repeating itself. We have not learned. Nothing. Nada. Zip. I look at how we, as a people, have become unhealthier than our grandparents. I know my grandparents saved faithfully. I know they lived within their means. I know they didn't blame anyone for whatever problems they faced. Maybe I wasn't paying attention, but I don't think so. They cared about their friends, neighbors, family, and I don't recall race or religion really playing a big part in just BEING NICE. When did common courtesy become such a chore? When did we stop caring for one another?
Have you looked at our medical profession lately? If we are "working" on a cure for cancer why aren't we closer? Is it because there is more money in being sick? I don't get sick often but I'm not a idiot. If I need to see my doctor, I will, but it's usually to have a confirmation about what I think. My doctors - a hand-picked group - know I will seek alternative care over a prescription 99% of the time. They respect that and if they don't, I keep shopping. I prefer to address any problem with meditation, essential oils, rest, proper diet, and exercise. Will I take medication? Of course, if it's warranted. I know what I think. What do you think? Do you always follow your doctor's advice? Do you know about better ways to tend to your own well-being?
It's not easy. The right things rarely are. Of late, I have been researching food ... oh, I know processed food is crap. Fast food is crap ... I expect it to be. But when 'normal' food is crap, I have a problem. One should no longer dismiss food as a cause of their problem. We, as a people, should not accept substandard 'food' without question. Headaches, digestive problems, ADD, ADHD, anxiety, allergies, autism, and a host of other 'normal' sicknesses. People!! This is NOT normal!! We should feel great EVERY DAY!
I have seasonal allergies ... my nose runs, my eyes and ears itch, I have a cough that just won't quit and often I have a headache. The madness MUST stop and only we can do it.
I found a YouTube video that explains it rather well. The woman of five, also a biochemist, has a daughter with autism. Her findings are astonishing! And, yes ... it's all about the food we are not only eating, but feeding to our children.
Watch the video and make up your own mind ... I've made up mine.
Years ago I made my final New Year's resolution ... I resolved to never make another one and I have succeeded. I saw no reason to set myself up to fail by March.
And yet, I continue to see people set themselves up to fail even after years of making the same resolution. I know a woman who has lost the same 15 pounds every year. And another who is on her seventh attempt to quit smoking.
I prefer to make a daily intention. Do I always succeed? No, but at least I don't have to wait a year to try again.
I hear so many parents (and sadly, grandparents) refer to two year olds as 'the terrible twos' ... oh, please! I love two years olds ... in fact, from eighteen months to about three would be one of my most favorite times in child's life! When I tried to figure out just what it was adults did not like about this marvelous age, I was stumped. So, I began to ask parents of those dreaded munchkins to see just what it was they didn't like.
Remember, I was the owner/operator of a family home day care and at the time I had four who fell into that age group. I was intrigued and enchanted by their perspective on the world around them. So inquisitive and such an imagination!
Then it dawned on me as I listened to a couple parents talk about my beloved age. They don't listen. They are defiant. They are argumentative. YES!! They are and I love it! It's not all about you, parents! We want our children to challenge authority. We want them to demand answers to questions. We want them to talk to us!
So, here's the deal .... if you are the parent/grandparent of a two year old ... enjoy it. Listen to them. Take the time to explain, set limits (and be prepared to explain your reason), and tell them your expectations (and expect them to tell you their expectations!) and stop trying to control their every thought. Embrace their thoughts and ideas. Be prepared for them to catch you in an error or even a lie ... own it ... love that they're so smart and embrace every moment. Besides ... if you can't embrace the individuality of your toddler, what will you do with them as a teenager?
I was listening to three people talking the other day and was saddened by their discussion. I planned to say something to them but decided I’d be wasting my time … and theirs.
The discussion was centered around one of the women, about how hard it was for her to prepare meals for their family. Her children’s pediatrician informed her she has some things to watch out for in her children’s diet, since her children (and she) are morbidly obese… things like fat, sugar, salt, blah, blah, blah. Sad I thought … as I recalled her earlier conversation … she had time for a weekly pedicure, happy hour drinks and eating out with friends three times a week (!!), a bowling league and she worked full-time.
When did tending to our own primal needs and those of our children become secondary to personal frivolities? Granted I’m no spring chicken, but I can’t recall ever not feeding my children the best and healthiest foods I could afford. Rarely did a plate find itself in front of my children that didn’t have a vegetable and/or fruit. I always tried to eat and provide balanced and healthy meals. That’s what my mother did and my grandmother and my great-grandmother. I watched the women in my family create wonderful food and watched them laugh and enjoy themselves and those around them every time. I remember the wonderful smells finding their way through the house and vowed my home would provide the same happy memories when I had children. Granted the foods weren’t always heart healthy but we all learn as we go along, don’t we? While I am still using my ancestor’s recipes I have updated them to make them more heart healthy. It’s just what I do … I’m not everybody.
Well enough whining about that! There must be a reason it is so. But I asked myself, how can I help? What can I do to help people provide the best they can for their families? I thought about several options but dismissed them all because they’ve all been done before. When I need information I hit the Internet or bookstore or my local library until I have what I need to succeed. Perhaps someone who needs help managing their family’s meals will happen on this blog and take whatever information will help them. In the meantime, here are a few ideas for those of you have already found this blog … a few ideas to make preparing old favorites a new way, easy ways to provide healthy choices for your family, and if you have an idea you’d like to share, just leave a comment.
Breakfast is easier than you think just look the nutritional analysis on the side of the box ,,, more than 5 grams of sugar? Pass. Check the fiber? Less than 1 gram? Pass. Check the ingredients … look for whole grain something as the first ingredient. Be sure sugars (yeah, there are many types of sugar - check a previous blog called “The ‘-ose’ no-nos” and you’ll read all about the ways manufacturers slip sweeteners into their products.
Whole wheat toast with natural peanut butter or almond butter and a tiny drizzle of honey or agave nectar (a sweetener from a plant rather than a bee).
A scrambled egg and whole wheat toast. Spray a little bit of butter-flavored cooking spray in the pan and reduce the fat considerably. Skip the butter on the toast and spread a little whole fruit jam on instead.
Oatmeal is a breeze to whip up, as well, so you can skip the convenient oatmeal. For one serving put ⅓ cup of any non-instant oatmeal with a cup of water in a 1-quart microwave safe bowl, and toss in some diced apple or peaches and/or dried cranberries or raisins and you have a luscious bowl of healthy oatmeal in front of you in less than a minute and your kids can enjoy it without a lot of added sugar though you may have to add sugar for a little bit reducing it each time until your kids get used to actually tasting oatmeal!
Who Am I?
I am what I am ... nothing more, nothing less. It's not that I know more than anyone else ... it's just that I've lived longer than a good many and have experienced life. I am a people watcher, a listener. I don't judge ... we all have a journey ... thank you for allowing me to share my journey with you.