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Breakfast of Champions

November 30, 2017 by Jo Leave a Comment

 

When I first started making fruit and veggie smoothies, it was to add more of both into my life.   At the time I was eating a bowl full of shredded wheat sugar every morning for breakfast. When I look at the photo now of my breakfast, with a couple of handfuls of spinach included, I am proud of myself.  It took a couple of years to build this into my mostly daily routine and there were growing pains along the way.  A co-worker once commented that it looked like I was drinking baby poop.  Yum. That’s appetizing.

Now it’s kind of a family thing:  I share with Honey what he affectionately calls sludge.  Some days it tastes better than others.  Have you ever burped cucumbers after breakfast? Yeah, I don’t add those to the blender anymore.

Don’t be afraid to fail. Moving forward has a lot to do with just getting started, over and over again.

Even Hank gets excited when the blender comes out because he enjoys a crunchy  carrot!

 

If you have a goal to improve your eating habits, follow Nike’s encouragement and just do it.  Don’t wait for the holidays to be over.  Don’t wait for January 1st. There will never be a ‘perfect’ time.

Thinking about Wheaties and Nike’s unforgettable slogan makes me think also about hamburgers; specifically one with 2 all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions on a sesame seed bun.  Yep, every once in a while I still have to enjoy one of my ultimate comfort foods,  a Big Mac.

 

 

 

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Dog Musings

November 20, 2017 by Jo Leave a Comment

 

Benny was an awesome frisbee catcher!

 

A hot minute ago I thought it was time to get another dog.  Our amazing pooch of 15 years, Benny Boy, has been gone for over 2 years.  Among the feelings of deep loss I had an overwhelming sense of  relief knowing he was free of pain and the restrictions of his old body.  Anyone who has nurtured an aging dog knows what I’m talking about; caregiving those final days requires constant vigilance and patience.

Anyway, after watching Hank, our daughter/son-in-law’s new puppy for the weekend that flash of yearning turned cold,  literally: snowing, blowing, wet Seattle cold. Now, Hank is quite a joy in my life and I love taking him through my neighborhood so he can explore. But, have you ever tried picking up after your dog, carrying an umbrella in one hand, leash in the other, dog tugging to keep going, all while trying to stay just.a.little.bit dry? Yep, I forgot what THAT was like.

Hank, mini Aussie Shepherd

 

I can now see the appeal of grand-parenting, having loads of fun and then sending the kids ( and puppies) back home to their parents. And then taking a nap.

 

 

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Let’s foster courtesy

October 27, 2017 by Jo 3 Comments

Last night I had the chance to attend a football game for our neighborhood high school.  Sitting in that stadium, freezing my butt off, brought back a lot of memories.  I watched with a bit of ah as 20+ girls chanted and cheered in unison while their team took an overtime victory. I mean seriously, have you ever tried to organize a group of people to do anything, let alone stand in straight lines, say the same words and execute physical movements in harmony?

In elementary school I so wanted to wear the uniform and cheer on my team. I vividly remember a conversation with my neighborhood playmate as we entered junior high. “B” and I had spend many hours and long summer days climbing trees, exploring the surrounding woods, picking blackberries, talking about life.  I was trying out for the cheer team, she was starting a before school bible study. She had no interest in being liked or being friends with most: things I expressed as hopes for my future.

As I watched windows being smashed in my country’s capital city last winter, I was frustrated that the local news shows kept showing citizens’ anger and disappointment over an elected official.  I was sad that the bigger cities were getting the press and the smaller communities that might be celebrating were rarely shown. Where was the spirit of celebrating our wins, and being good losers that I had grown up with?  I was seeing a lot of poor sportsmanship.

‘We must speak our minds openly, debate our disagreements honestly, but always pursue solidarity.’  It’s a good thought, right? However, as we saw in January 2017, the pursuit of solidarity can be difficult to put into action when emotions run high. I still believe the words I learned to recite back at Thorndyke Elementary: “…one nation under God, indivisible…”

I know that as the teams walked off the field last night, (well one actually running, jumping, screaming, with helmets high in the air and the other team quiet, shoulders slightly slumped) overtime could have easily swung the other way, switching the victor.

This morning, as they headed back to classrooms, the expectation is for both schools to represent well: be good winners and be good losers.

Today, I hope those that have opposing opinions will accept that while we might not sway a mindset,  we can listen to each other and always remember we have the right to cheer on our own team.

Oh, and, GO BULLDOGS!

Fall 1980, don’t you love those suntan L’Eggs?

 

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Counting it all joy

July 17, 2017 by Jo Leave a Comment

 

This last weekend I met Heather.  She is the owner of Nashelle Jewelry. She was doing what I would call a ‘road show’ at the Bellevue Nordstrom.  At first I was drawn to the buzz around her display and the fact that she had pliers in her hand.  I stayed in the back and watched.

I have mentioned several times here on my internet space about the power of the women in my life.  Everyday I seem to be encouraged by a courageous, kind, friendly, spontaneous, loving woman.  Some are total strangers, some are as familiar as my warrior daughter.  I must also say that many of these women have strong, kind, passionate men in their lives.

Anyway, Heather and Skye were making custom jewelry with different charms, hand stamping words and initials, making something awesome. As the crowd cleared I entered their space and the energy was good. There was a man working with them, but I missed his name. Any one that knows me, knows I already have personal jewelry I wear daily: I love a phrase, a word, a symbol that helps remind me of all the goodness in my life. I hung around for a while, talking about the process and in the end said, ‘I would like something but not sure what yet.’ And I walked away.

 

Walking away was hard. This hometown business out of Bend, Oregon had stolen my heart a little like the new family puppy. (A grand puppy, mind you, he goes home with our daughter and her hubby after a visit.) Confession: I love to shop. There, I said it out loud here in my out loud space. Its a hobby, kinda like a golfer’s habit.  And to walk, when there was something awesome happening with those pliers, was hard.

 

Meet Hank, a new joy in my life.

 

Heather Nashelle, she is doing something good.  Eor every piece of jewelry sold, a meal is donated. She has six kids. I’m thinking just at home, there are enough mouths to feed. What a heart to feed others beyond her kitchen table.

Yep, bought a bracelet and had to go back day 2 and order another. Thing is, she remembered me and said she had thought about me as she closed out her previous night.  Surprised I said, “What were you thinking about?” Her response summed up exactly my experience teaching fitness classes.

“I was thinking about each of us and how we are now connected. ”

 

 

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