Trash Pickup Boogie (lyrics)

“Trash Pickup Boogie”

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Walkin’ the highway, cars whizzing by

May not get it all, but it’s well worth a try.

Singin’ this song, to keep us movin’ along as

We just bend down and pick it up…

Chorus

Pickup – do the Trash Pickup Boogie now, and

Pickup – bend down and pick it up!

Getting’ in the groove with each and every move as we

Pick it, Pick – it – up, yeah,

Pickup – do the Trash Pickup Boogie now, and

Pickup – bend down and pick it up!

Does a world of good in our neighborhood to just

Pick it, Pick it up!

V1 We see wild white Rose and batchelor button blues,

Ya won’t find a pair but lots of single shoes,

Radiator hose, a plastic cup,

Just bend down and pick ‘em up.

Chorus

V2 A perfect collection of bleached white bones

Leave ‘em alone and they’ll find their way home

But Styrofoam from food that was fast –

Who know just how long that will last?

Musical interlude (Chorus with kazoo & bass boogie piano)

V3 All decked out in matching orange vests,

Sprayed head to toe, to ward off pests.

Just pick up trash with a few of your friends,

Bet you’ll never toss it on the road again…

Chorus x 2

Tag: We see a world of good in our neighborhood

When we pick it – pick it up!

Be the Change (lyrics)

“Be the Change”

(verse 1)

There was a time in my life, couldn’t get through the day

Without one thing or another – addiction had its way

Til I sat down to replace it, now I meditate each day.

If you don’t like what you’re doin’, then be the change.

(verse 2)

On the playground, at the office, people talking down

All the gifts life has giv’n us, We’ve got to turn this talk around.

It all starts with a vision, a never-ending dream

If you don’t like what you’re hearin’, then

Be the Change

Bridge

One simple change by man,

Woman or child, can

Make a difference in this world

(verse 3)

I saw hatred, I saw violence; how I never had enough

Til I picked up that remote and I just turned it off.

Mahatma had a vision, Martin had a dream.

If you don’t like what you’re seein’, then

Be the Change.

Mahatma had a vision, Martin had a dream.

If you don’t like what you’re doin’

If you don’t like what you’re hearin’

If you don’t like what you’re seein’ then

Be the Change.

Peace with Every Step (lyrics)

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Sitting is good – it quiets the mind; Opens a gateway to Truth, you’ll find.

But life can’t be lived in the Lotus position

Stand UP and live PEACE with every step.

                       WALK Peace, LIVE Peace, BE Peace – Every. Step.

 Faith is a test of the human condition.

Lucky for us – we get to practice every day (!)

But you don’t have to see the entire staircase,

Get on UP – and just take that first step.

                         WALK Peace, LIVE Peace, BE Peace – Every. Step.

In times like these, we gotta tell the world’s children:

There’s enough LOVE; enough GOOD to go around –

That it just DOESN’T MATTER what side of the fence you sit on,

We gotta get on UP!

And give REAL PEACE a chance.

                           You gotta stand up and live it,

Just got to give it,

You gotta stand up and live it – 100%.

You gotta stand up and live it,

Just got to give it,

You gotta stand up and live it with EVERY. STEP..

You Don’t Have to be Perfect to be a Perfect Parent

You don’t have to be perfect to be a perfect parent (AdoptUSKids.org)

For some reason the recent billboard campaign of the Adopt U.S. Kids organization really hit home with me. Anyone who knows me, understands that I have always taken parenting seriously. It’s the most important, challenging and rewarding thing I’ve ever done.

And both my daughters turned out fantastic despite the complete parenting ignorance of this die-hard perfectionist.

I recognize my same perfectionist tendencies in them both.   Most of the time these traits serve us very well.  It dawned on me the other day, however, that being a perfectionist doesn’t exactly foster or create a good team player. Rather, it brings to mind the old adage “if you want it done right, do it yourself”.

Lately, I have come to realize my perfectionism is more than part of the reason I didn’t initially want children.  Children are a lot of work.  They are selfish and messy and needy.  I couldn’t possibly parent by myself.  I wouldn’t come close to getting it right.  I had exactly zero idea of what I was doing and would most certainly be setting myself up for failure.

So imagine my surprise when, a couple months into dating my husband-to-be, I remember thinking “Wow. I could have children with this man because he would help me raise them”. I know that sounds calculating (and I love him for so many other reasons) but it was evident from the very beginning that he would be a good father.

I honestly don’t see how single parents survive…unless they are way more prepared to be parents than I ever was.

I can’t tell you the number of times I would walk in the door just home from a long day at the office and one of the girls would unknowingly press one of my “buttons”.  It was usually something simple like, “I need 35 cupcakes for my class tomorrow” but when faced with making dinner after a long day, the idea of making 3 dozen cupcakes before bed was enough to throw me over the edge.  Of course, we’d never dream of buying cupcakes.  I was just too thrifty for that.

My husband would calmly lead me away and suggest that I have a little alone time before starting dinner.

I now realize that when I used to look at other people’s children (silently vowing that I would never have any of my own) I was missing a very important element in the equation – the innate bond between a parent and child; the bonding that happens between the time that you become pregnant and the time they’re old enough to actually do any damage just by being themselves.

Yes, they are a lot of work.  It’s some of the most rewarding work you’ll ever do.  Yes, they are selfish and messy.  They are learning a LOT of new stuff in a very short amount of time.  They’ve got to concentrate.  Chances are they’re going to color a little outside the lines – and they really aren’t that concerned  how you feel about it.  They are trying to pick a pea from their plate with their fore-finger and thumb, for goodness sakes!  Can you imagine the muscle co-ordination?!? And, yes – they are needy.  They. Need. You.

When visiting friends with children or sitting next to them at a theatre, you really have little reason to like them.  They are strangers to you and you do your best to be polite.  But let’s face it.  If an adult sat down next to you and began making a game of tossing slightly damp cheerios into your lap most people would promptly start looking for another seat.  If it’s a child, however, what you will have missed is how proud she is that she can feed herself and the realization that she is thrilled to be sharing her contraband movie treats.

When something happens (and it usually will) you just don’t have the kind of love for them that would for your own child.

Yes, you become much less judgmental once you become a parent yourself.  You may relinquish your prime position in a check-out line to the mother with 4 kids in tow.  With a knowing smile, you quietly slip to the next line at airport security when you see travelers with a stroller, baby carrier and multiple diaper bags. You reach for your partner’s hand and actually smile when you hear a small voice break the silence just for the sheer joy of making sounds.

I’m sure there are times when most young mothers look at their child-less friends with some degree of envy.  As a parent you come to learn early-on not to wear the nice clothes. You put away your hand-blown goblets that were a gift from someone else’s trip to Italy.  And you learn not to offer anything red whether it’s juice or Jell-O or Gatorade.  Seriously, even sippy cups stay in the kitchen area, off the carpet – until the child is old enough to juggle.

And yes, there will be days when you and your ego-self feel downright awful.  Many a night I cried myself to sleep thinking I would never get it right – only to be reminded by my husband that tomorrow is another day.  Sounds trite but it’s true.  You really do get another day to start all over again and try to get it right.

So give yourself a break. If your child is old enough you might consider actually apologizing. If they’re too young to understand, do it anyway.  Apologize to the gurgling, angelic being that loves you unconditionally. Forgive yourself while you’re at it.

Then set down your new rules and hold yourself to them – to the best of your ability.

I recently wondered if my daughters even remember how I reacted to spilled milk – so I decided to ask.

In my mind, I was awful. I would push back from the table and race for towels and Windex, acting like the house was on fire.  As much as I tried to prevent it, someone would inevitably spill at the dinner table.  A waving arm would dramatically propel a glass across the room mid-story or the sippy cup would topple while someone was trying to be helpful and get their own refill (why are those cups narrower at the bottom anyway?!?). Milk had to be cleaned up with soap and water (right then) or it would dry sticky (and stink).  I was usually tired (and cranky) – and I always allowed it to drive me crazy.

Guess what? Apparently I did not scar them for life 🙂  In fact the daughter I asked doesn’t even remember this happening once.

What it boils down to it this:  You just have to be the bigger person.  As much as I used to tell my daughters this as they were growing up – they hated having to be the bigger person.  Truth be told, they were the ones who taught me this.  Parenting helps you grow and mature and learn to occasionally put the needs and desires of another person before your own.

I know you can get there.  Hopefully you have someone who will listen and help you get there when you just can’t seem to do it alone.

Believe me, it’s not the long journey it appears to be when you are in the middle of the situation.

Just forgive yourself.  Take a good long look at your sleeping child, re-dedicate yourself to being the best parent you can be. And start over.  Tomorrow is indeed another day.

Elderberry Elixir

Elderberry Elixir
Elderberry Elixir

Elderberries are so powerful when it comes to preventing or relieving a cold or flu.  And why not?!?   Elderberries are a natural anti-viral.  When you add other power-foods to this simple syrup (cinnamon as an anti-microbial, licorice root to soothe the throat, etc), you end up with a delicious morning ritual served up in a thimble (if you’re a faerie) or a shot glass for the rest of us.  Just once a day to ward off the winter gremlins or twice a day (or more) if you find yourself mid-battle with a cold.

Here’s is a recipe adapted from LearningHerbs.com (attributed to Rosalee de la Foret).  InJoy!  Marmalene

50 grams dried elderberries

30 grams dried rose hips

3 cinnamon sticks (crushed or at least broken)

7 grams licorice root

1 tsp finely ground black pepper (yes, you read that correctly)

3 cups apple cider (you can use apple juice but apple cider is more likely to have one ingredient: APPLES)

Put all ingredients in a pot and simmer uncovered for 20 minutes.  Let cool then strain and decant into your bottle of choice.  I keep mine in the fridge so the shape of the bottle shown in the picture is perfect.

Warning, once you share this with others, you may find yourselves making lots of it for friends and neighbors 🙂

 

 

The Food of Love

rhubarb-54084_640A Tribute to the Life of Grandma Marie

I doubt there is a person who met Marie Miller who wasn’t engulfed in a big, Avon and Dove soap scented hug  and eventually offered a bowl of home-made soup.  Lucky indeed were the stray cats and people who found their way to her door.  They were immediately adopted and offered a saucer of milk or a chair at her table.

The top of the piano, the hutch, all the walls were lined with pictures.  Her extended family and friends meant the world to her.  She and Grandpa made every effort to spend as much time as they could with their “precious” grand-babies, or where-ever they felt their family needed them. They would just pack up the Buick, tuck in a bag of fresh popcorn balls (or Christmas cookies, depending on the season) and drive!

As always, they stayed until it was time to go home…sometimes 1 week, sometimes 2 months as was the case when my own mother died at the tender age of 45.

All of us grand-kids spent a lot of time with Grandma when we were young.  Our parents always reminded us NOT to mention that bothersome hangnail for fear of getting Marie worked up about it.  All of us knew that a scab on the knee would invoke all manner of cooing and coddling and could almost guarantee a Popsicle or a nickle for penny candy at Kings’ grocery just up the street.  We’d take our prize out to the front porch and gently sway in the big porch swing, stretching our toes out over the hydrangea bushes, trying desperately not to smack up against the house in the process.

Yes, we spent a lot of time with Grandma Miller.

We went to prayer circles in darkened parlors in homes throughout Elida and sipped iced tea or ginger-ale in the cool shade of tea rooms on the shores of Lake Erie.  We shared the sweltering week in August known as the Allen County Fair where corn dogs, cotton candy and root-beer were the specialty of the day.  We always came home with cardboard fans from the tent meeting and a new yardstick to add to the ominous collection on top of the refrigerator.

On the weekends when Grandpa Ed could join us we went to parades and antique car shows and were treated by a stop for a Big Boy or Kewpee burger.  We went to the cafeteria at the Lima Mall where we could have had four desserts if we wanted them and all her friends pinched our cheeks and told us how much we looked like Bob and Carol.  On the way home, we’d stop at the Penquin to pick up more Teem and ring bologna or dried beef in a jar for the lunches she packed in Grandpa’s metal lunch bucket.

On Sundays we went to the First United Methodist.  We’d try to sit quietly next to Grandpa in the pew, making a game of finding and marking all the “o’s” in the printed bulletin with those stubby yellow church pencils; sharing knowing grins with each other when we recognized the clear warble of her voice in the choir.

We went on picnics at the playground by Lake St. Mary’s and once even packed up fried chicken for a picnic at a roadside park less than a mile from home!  She found all kinds of ways to keep us busy.

When we had run out of places to go, she would pull the snooker table out of the front closet or send us outside through the back porch crammed with high chairs and playpens, cribs and tricycles, skates, hula hoops and baby dolls.  We’d play for a while with the kids next door or pick rhubarb so she could fix us a nice compote for dinner that night.

Many a time I’d quietly watch as she deftly mounded flour and salt on the Formica table-top, carefully adding eggs and milk, working the dough with her fingers until it was just right. She’d roll out and cut long strips of noodles which would cook up moist and fat, floating in home-made broth stuffed with chunks of chicken.  Sometimes we’d even eat it over mountains of mashed potatoes.

We’d eat and eat and eat until we thought we would burst.  I think she was happiest with us all there in her kitchen with the notches on the door-sill, remarking on “my, how much we’d grown”.

She was the Grandmother of all Grandmothers.  She fussed and hugged and sang and listened and emerged triumphantly from the mysterious recesses of her dark pantry with all our favorites.  For every visit, she stocked up on cans of Chef Boyardee Ravioli, Ruffles potato chips and Lipton Onion Soup Mix (the secret ingredient in her home-made dip, ceremoniously prepared and presented in the two-tiered glass bowl made expressly for serving chips and dip “party style”).

When she was my age, she made her grandchildren feel like they were the most important people in the world. She fed us with love – a love that I hope I can share with my grandchildren some day.

For now, maybe it is time to utter those four words Marie could never bring herself to say:

The Kitchen is Closed

 

unless perhaps I could interest you in a tiny slice of pecan pie?

Through a Mother’s Eyes

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Recognition spreads from heart to mind, resting in my trembling smile, the tears welling up unbidden.  Roles re-versed, I keep pace with my own daughter’s eager return to her senior year of college.

I am my mother’s daughter – and I am not.

Her mother’s Depression Era instincts begat her own frugal ways; my inherent sense of thrift, my daughter’s amazing resourcefulness. Piercing gray steel gave birth to crystalline blue integrity; cerulean pools of cool confidence to the flashing hazel hope of roads yet untraveled.

We learn, we heal, we grow – the journeys of past generations indelibly paving the way for the next.

Satisfied – her job well done – she road quietly smiling in the passenger seat that trip so many years ago.  Once home, she just as silently hung up her keys and walked away from a life of cancer at the age of 45.

Today I race past that invisible mile marker, wind in my hair, literally overflowing with love and hard-won perspective; this sudden realization:

I will be here on my daughter’s graduation day.

Glancing in the rear-view mirror, I whisper a “Thank You” to my mother’s Mother’s eyes.

ontheroad

The Mysteries of “Chicken” Noodle Soup

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Most people realize by now that what you eat makes a big difference in how you feel.  Food can indeed cure many ills.  Chicken noodle soup is one of those recipes that have been in our collective “medicine cabinet” for years.  But why is that?  Let’s take a look at some of the ingredients.

Broth

The mere act of sipping on hot broth can break up a stuffy nose.  The heat alone can make you feel better.

Bone broth (aka soup stock) is a recent craze that has to do with making your own broth (stock) by boiling animal bones low and slow with optional aromatic veggies (think carrots, onions, garlic, celery and herbs) until they release all their goodness in a gelatinous drinkable potion.  Truth be told, your grandmother probably did this as a way of maximizing resources, of stretching Sunday’s roast chicken into another meal.  At least my grandmother did (see Ode to Gma Marie).  Little did she know that today’s broth would boast benefits which include drinking it as a source of Collagen!

Vegetarian-no-chicken-baseAs for me (trying to follow a more plant-based diet), I find a good veggie broth works just fine for those stuffy noses or a delicious pot of noodle soup.  There is a fabulous “vegetarian chicken broth” concentrate called Better than Bouillon, No Chicken Base that goes a long way toward recreating the flavor of a simmering stock pot.  Since I prefer to cook my noodles right in the soup, I sometimes wish I had more broth.  When using a soup base concentrate, if you need more broth just add more boiling water and No Chicken Base.  No Problem!  Besides, this comes together much faster than home-made soup stock and has surprisingly few unpronounceable ingredients :).

But wait!  Want collagen in your diet?  Try eating more of these (See Edible Collagen Food List).

Next ingredient!

Garlic

Regular consumption of garlic has been recommended by health experts for years.  More recently it has come to light that there are properties in this heart-healthy bulb that are further enhanced by mincing.  Whenever you cook with garlic simply make it a habit to mince it and let it rest while you prepare your remaining ingredients.

Carrots, Onions and Peas – oh my!

Another way to eat your veggies!

Besides, putting more veggies in your soup helps off-set any possible inflammatory effect of our next ingredient.

Noodles

I know, I know.  Many of us are on a mission to reduce our intake of processed foods and/or carbs but when you are sick I feel you can cut yourself a little slack.  Noodles give your stomach something to hold on to.  If you have the time, try making your own (Gma Marie’s recipe coming soon!).  Because I never know when I might need them, I usually keep a stash of Reames noodles in the freezer. If you are trying to follow an anti-inflammatory or low-carb diet, try using flat rice noodles or swirl in some well-beaten eggs (think egg-drop soup).

Spicy Mojo Topping

Another thing I like to do with my noodle soup is add this optional topping to each bowl as it is served.  For those that like spice it can be stirred (to taste) right into the soup pan.  This compound is just loaded with Vitamin C, ginger to reduce nausea and warming capsicum from the cayenne.

Click here for the recipe.

Obviously the ingredients for this soup are fairly flexible.  Feel free to add your own touch.

InJoy~M

Morning Meditation

Listening as the light slips slowly from east to west, waking the world in its path, filling me until I disappear.  I’m coming home.

My sound as part of the cosmic hum; the calm before something’s about to break – the dawn, the first bird, a shell, my heart….

I slip back into the invisible and realign with all that is – the eternal source of hope.

Yoga for Your Face (aka SMILING)

GSBJustJudySmile4This body of mine has done a fantastic job taking care of me.  For the most part, I’ve returned the favor. I feel we are in pretty good shape given the number of years we’ve been together.

So a while back while walking by a mirror, I glanced over and actually did a double-take.  When did my face start wearing jowls?!?

Trying to be politically correct, I’ve looked it up.  There is no other word for the lower part of your cheek.  The only difference is that we normally never refer to jowls unless they are drooping.  And mine definitely were.

“That’s to be expected for a person your age,” I chuckled, smiling at my ego-self.

And, just like that, my jowls disappeared!  When I smiled, my face immediately “lifted”.  No surgery required.

But, if you know me at all, you know that I had to immediately google “facial exercises for the jowls”. As you might expect there were pages and pages of suggestions for Facial Yoga.  Most include pretty funny videos so you can see exactly how to contort your face to get the best stretch.   Even fitness guru Jack Lalanne had a facial workout video.

And they all had one thing in common:  moving and stretching the facial muscles to keep them fit – what a concept!

Now I’m sure my jowls didn’t just start drooping in one day.  It’s just that I didn’t notice them.  When I’m looking in the mirror or the eye of a camera, I’m normally smiling.  Many of the facial yoga videos I watched included some form of exaggerated smiling as well.

So add this to your daily workout.  Whenever you think about it, whether you feel like it or not, just smile.  It will add light and lift to your facial muscles and your spirits (according to inspiyr.com “…smiling, forced or not, can have a positive effect on your mood”)

Bonus:  Smiling is contagious 🙂  People will wonder what you are up to and will probably smile back !

InJoy ~ M