Anyone have a good Advent calendar to recommend? I’m looking for some kind of interactive “calendar” to help us celebrate Advent, but have no idea where to start. There are so many options! Let me know if you have one that you love.
As an armchair nutritionist, I thought Rachel Balducci’s post about how her chronic anxiety subsided when she quit drinking Diet Coke was so interesting. My own diet drink story is that there was this one time in my life when I suddenly had major candy cravings; I’d never been much of a candy person, but suddenly my desk at work was covered with Nerds, Gobstoppers and Sprees. I heard a theory that diet drinks raise insulin levels without raising blood sugar and therefore make you crave sweets, so I decided to cut them out to see what happened. The candy cravings went away and never came back. (Marilyn Shannon talks about this some in her awesome book Fertility, Cycles and Nutrition.) What are your thoughts on diet drinks?
Speaking of which, the other day I couldn’t help but notice that I’d already drank half the carton of eggnog I’d just bought the day before (without alcohol, for the record), and that I craved it in a way that made me want to rip the door off of the refrigerator every time I thought about it. I was certain — certain! — that I must be craving the rich, thick goodness of fresh cream and nutmeg. Yes, yes, it must be the nutmeg that had me eyeing that old beer bong (from #7 here) every time the thought of eggnog came to mind. Surely this was not another case of delightful flavors that dazzled my tastebuds ending up being just flavored sugar. I even had a very clear visual of a farm wife standing in her homey farmhouse kitchen, pouring milk and cream from ceramic pitchers into a bowl and then hand-shaving a little nutmeg over it. (How we got from there to the tens of thousands of packaged cartons in area grocery stores, I’m not sure. But whatever.)
Anyway, alas, on an I’m-probably-going-to-regret-this whim, I turned the carton around to see that the first five ingredients were:
Milk, cream, high fructose corn syrup, sugar, corn syrup
Et tu, eggnog?
I thought this was a good post about being too attached to hyperconnectivity, in which the author challenges us to see if we could be content for a while day without Twitter, Facebook, texting, etc. What I found most amusing, though, was when she brought up the topic of St. Paul doing a status update as he wrote Philippians 4:11-13. It does sound kind of ridiculous when you think about reading:
paul In jail again. Writing to folks in Philippi (have to say, I like their jails better). Telling ppl about joy, unity; false teachers = bad.
I’m excited: I just ordered free business cards from Vistaprint. I find that it’s so handy to have business cards with my name, phone number and email for when I meet new people when we’re out and about, and this is a great/cheap way to do it. I ended up paying a few bucks for shipping and a couple add-ons, but ended up with hundreds of business cards for less than $10. Not bad! (I’m not receiving any compensation for saying this, by the way — just a product I like.)
Anyone else feel like the old decluttering adage that “you’ll never miss it!” is a total lie? I constantly miss stuff I gave away during decluttering. The latest is that I recently thought that I might actually start jogging occasionally, but then I remembered that I gave away my workout clothes in some overzealous decluttering spree, thinking triumphantly, “I haven’t worn these in more than a year so therefore I don’t need them! It’s time to make peace with the fact that I hate exercise! Workout clothes, meet the Goodwill bin!”
Maybe the adage should be, “You’ll never miss it!…Unless you’re some fool who tends to make rash decisions without thinking through, in which case you’ll end up keeping a bunch of garbage, throwing away stuff you actually need and then probably end up whining about it on your blog.” Anyway, if you see someone in central Texas jogging in jeans, that would be me.
Next Thursday is our annual Christmas card picture taking day, which promises to be an epic event with four kids under age six. In years past there have been plenty of moments of the kids asking me through screams as we wrangle them into nice clothes why we have to do this, and I scream back that it’s “SO THAT EVERYONE CAN SEE WHAT A HAPPY FAMILY WE ARE!”
I look forward to reading your posts!