Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Pre-Emptive Strategies for Holiday Stress

(I stole this from CNN and made appropriate adjustments to fit a family with five kids and one larcenous farting dog, but I feel obligated to give CNN some of the credit … even though Rick Sanchez is a huge wanker!)

When stress is at its peak, it's hard to stop and regroup. Take steps to help prevent normal holiday depression from progressing into chronic depression. Try these tips:


Acknowledge your feelings. If a loved one has recently died or you aren't near your loved ones, realize that it's normal to feel sadness or grief. It's OK now and then to take time just to cry or express your feelings. You can't force yourself to be happy just because it's the holiday season.

(you should also acknowledge that, your loved ones that are no longer with you are now free from the emotional and psychological hell that is family holiday gatherings … this may change your sadness and grief to full blown jealousy, thus making you completely pissed at lost loved ones not in attendance and thereby relieving all feelings of sadness & grief. I do not recommend vandalizing graves as a method of dealing with your new feelings, but drawing a curly moustache and pointy beard on old family photos is probably acceptable.)

Seek support. If you feel isolated or down, seek out family members and friends, or community, religious or social services. They can offer support and companionship. Consider volunteering at a community or religious function. Getting involved and helping others can lift your spirits and broaden your social circle. Also, enlist support for organizing holiday gatherings, as well as meal preparation and cleanup. You don't have to go it alone. Don't be a martyr.

(You may also want to seek support from these specific individuals: Jack Daniels, Robert Mondavi, Jose Cuervo, and/or Jim Beam ~ I enthusiastically recommend them for immediate and lasting results … although the lasting results are not always pleasant … for that I recommend 4 aspirin, 1 Dramamine, and a V8.)

Be realistic. As families change and grow, traditions often change as well. Hold on to those you can and want to. But understand in some cases that may no longer be possible. Perhaps your entire extended family can't gather together at your house. Instead, find new ways to celebrate together from afar, such as sharing pictures, e-mails or videotapes.

(This may be the best suggestion if you suffer from social anxiety and are prone to panic attacks when approached by crowds of old people, teenagers, children, and black sheep … especially if you failed to refill your Paxil because you were too busy testing your sweet potato soufflĂ© recipe … two words … WEB CAM! Phone it in baby! Have your sister-in-law open the laptop on the kitchen counter and participate from afar … you can always cut out early due to “technical difficulties”.)

Set differences aside. Try to accept family members and friends as they are, even if they don't live up to all your expectations. Set aside grievances until a more appropriate time for discussion. With stress and activity levels high, the holidays might not be conducive to making quality time for relationships. And be understanding if others get upset or distressed when something goes awry. Chances are, they're feeling the effects of holiday stress, too.

(Best advice: the holidays are NOT the most conducive time to making quality time for relationships … just accept that (since you cannot accept your family members and friends and move on). Alternative: make yourself busy preparing food while wearing headphones … explain that all recipes are recorded on your ipod and you must listen attentively at all times … so you don’t make a mistake.)

Plan ahead. Set aside specific days for shopping, baking, visiting friends and other activities. Plan your menus and then make one big food-shopping trip. That'll help prevent a last-minute scramble to buy forgotten ingredients — and you'll have time to make another pie, if the first one's a flop. Allow extra time for travel so that delays won't worsen your stress.

(Plan to visit the pharmacy and party/ABC store (depending on your location). Do not skip this step or leave having time to "stop on the way" to chance. Stop early and often … you won’t regret taking the time the plan ahead.)

Learn to say no. Believe it or not, people will understand if you can't do certain projects or activities. If you say yes only to what you really want to do, you'll avoid feeling resentful and overwhelmed. If it's really not possible to say no when your boss asks you to work overtime, try to remove something else from your agenda to make up for the lost time.

(If you have kids, you should already understand this concept. As for your boss, perhaps overtime is just what the doctor ordered … this will keep you away from your spouse, kids, mother-in-law, etc. … and you will be making money … money that you can use for your “new” drivers license and passport when you finally decide to fake your death and relocate to Barbados.)

Don't abandon healthy habits. Don't let the holidays become a dietary free-for-all. Some indulgence is OK, but overindulgence only adds to your stress and guilt. Have a healthy snack before holiday parties so that you don't go overboard on sweets, cheese or drinks. Continue to get plenty of sleep and schedule time for physical activity.

(This relies on the fact that you practice healthy habits, which you probably don’t, but if you do … and you want a healthy snack before parties so you don’t pig out … I suggest … LOL!!! … I know crap about healthy snacks … but I can tell you that eating yogurt and then drinking yourself into a comatose state won’t make you feel very healthy.)

Take a breather. Make some time for yourself. Spending just 15 minutes alone, without distractions, may refresh you enough to handle everything you need to do. Steal away to a quiet place, even if it's the bathroom, for a few moments of solitude. Take a walk at night and stargaze. Listen to soothing music. Find something that clears your mind, slows your breathing and restores your calm.

(This pretty much speaks for itself … but if you can’t come up with something that clears your mind, may I suggest White Trash TV … you know … Cops, Cheaters, RepoMan … on second thought … this may remind you too much of an ex-boyfriendor relatives you are attempting to clear your mind of … I’ll keep working on this one!)

Forget about perfection. Holiday TV specials are filled with happy endings. But in real life, people don't usually resolve problems within an hour or two. Something always comes up. You may get stuck late at the office and miss your daughter's school play, your sister may dredge up an old argument, you may forget to put nuts in the cake, and your mother may criticize how you and your partner are raising the kids. All in the same day. Expect and accept imperfections.

(There’s no such thing as perfection, and somebody is sure to cross into your emotional space over the holidays … don’t sweat it … this is sure to get you out of anything that might set you up for criticism … BREAK SOMETHING! … an arm, foot, leg, heck, even a couple of fingers will get you off the hook for cooking) it doesn’t’ matter which body part (and you can even fake it if you’re creative enough) … it’s a free pass from cooking, socializing, and driving (for any reason)! You’ll be perfectly relaxed, watching television, while everyone else does all the work. I also suggest wearing a tiara and insisting that your ice be crushed (blame it on the Vicodin.)

Seek professional help if you need it. Despite your best efforts, you may find yourself feeling persistently sad or anxious, plagued by physical complaints, unable to sleep, irritable and hopeless, and unable to face routine chores. If these feelings last for several weeks, talk to your doctor or a mental health professional. You may have depression.

(Even if you don’t have depression, claim you do. They’ll talk about you behind your back, but they won’t expect much from you in conversation … feel free to sit in the back and work Soduku puzzles … but be sure to disguise your booze in a coke bottle or Styrofoam quicki-mart cup (you don't want to give the wrong impression!)

Good Luck & Happy Thanksgiving!!!

Gobble, Gobble, Wobble, Wobble

Friday, November 21, 2008

Holiday Fat Ass ~ Pumpkin Swirl Cheesecake

Are you afraid of making a cheesecake? Don't let the recipe books intimidate you ... you can do it ... and yours will be better than any cheesecake you will find elsewhere. The base of this cheesecake goes with everything ... any topping ... any swirl ... any crust.

This is the best, and I PROMISE, the easiest cheesecake ever. I have experimented with it a thousand times (not exaggerating ... I make hundreds of cheesecakes/year) and you just can't screw it up. It is also all natural ... 5 ingredients, plus the crust & pumpkin: you are going to LOVE it!!!

For the crust: You can purchase a pre-made graham cracker crust or you can crush half a box of ginger snaps, mix it with 1/2 cup of melted butter and mash it into the bottom of a cheesecake pan or a 9x13 baking dish ... whatever floats your boat ... (if you do the gingersnap/butter ... bake it at 350 for about 10 mintues before you put the filling in) / (if you do the ready made crust, half the recipe for filling). Be sure to grease the pan.

Filling:
4 (8 oz.) blocks cream cheese ~ softened
1 cup sugar
4 eggs
1/2 cup heavy cream
2 tsp. Vanilla

Beat the cream cheese until it's pretty smooth ... add the sugar (the sugar will soften the cream cheese up more and help to smooth out the last lumps. Add the eggs one at a time and beat until smooth. Be sure to use a spatula to clean the sides of the bowl a few times in-between. Add the Cream & vanilla and beat for about 30 seconds. Remove 1/2 cup filling. Pour the rest onto crust.

Put 1/2 cup of filling and 1/2 cup pumpkin puree (the canned stuff works great) in a bowl and mix well with a fork (no lumps!). Add a tablespoon of pumpkin pie spice. Drizzle pumpkin mixture onto cheesecake ... Use a knife to push it down into vanilla filling and swirl it around.

Bake for about 80 minutes at 300 if using gingersnap crust in cheesecake pan ... about 50 - 60 minutes in pre-made crust or 9x13. Just watch the top for browning ... and give it the shake test ... it should wiggle a little in the middle.

Crack the oven door and leave the cake in there for about an hour. I don't know what this does, but it's an important step ...

Throw in fridge for at least 6 hours ...

Again ~ let me promise you ... you can't screw this up. I've beat the eggs too long ... used whole milk instead of cream ... used generic cream cheese instead of Philly ... used one less egg ... beat it with the whisk attachment because the beater was in the dishwasher ... with water bath and without ... you name it ...

This will turn out well and will be delicious!!! Enjoy!!!

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Emotional Rescue ~ Disappointment ... In Pictures

Saving My Child From The Disappointment That Is
The National Geographic Photography Contest

My sweet, caring, enthusiastic child entered the National Geographic photo contest. We go to their website often … she is a lover of animals and people and differences … and we study each photograph … its colors and layers and meaning.


She decided that she could be such a photographer … and set out to capture all forms of beauty … to capture things of significance that might help her win said contest. I may have forgotten to mention that she is a competitive neanderthal … beat it, kill it, dance on it, eat it. This philosophy applies to all sports and was now to be applied to the sensitive and fragile nature of the art of photography.

With a child’s eye and bullish determination, she set out to capture the moment, and the prize, but alas, she did not win. Her photographs, which are quite wonderful, all things considered, didn’t even buy her a seat at the table … or a thumbnail on the website. The disappointment was overwhelming … not necessarily noticeable, but a huge emotional sacrifice … the kind you make behind closed doors … the kind girls make when they don’t want to be thought of as ‘girls’ anymore.


How do you know, as a mother, when to pull them back and when to let them go? How do you decide ... to save them from disappointment or allow them to succeed ... when the outcome might be either? How do we put that control in the hands of strangers ... control of our chidren's self-esteem? How do you know, as a mother, which band-aids go on which boo-boo's and which scratches just need to be left alone ... to heal? Is love enough?

And so, with a mother’s love, may I present to you …

the photography of my daughter:





101 Words: Virtous Reality

Virtuous Reality. That’s the name of the ‘abstinence only’ sex ed. program being taught in our school system … being taught to my daughter. Clever title.

Every night she “interviews” me.

“What did you think LOVE was when you were a teenager?”
“What do you think is the difference between LOVE and infatuation?”

She records my answers.

Infatuation is a word that has come up every day over the last week.

Can you really squash teenage love by degrading it to infatuation or is that just unrealistic, misguided semantics?

I wonder if Virtuous Reality is a sin of commission or omission?

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

42 Cents & A Bottle of Wine

It’s that time again … time to get started on the Family Photo Christmas card. I have learned that the more kids you have, the more this practice is expected. It always seems like a good idea at first…

When we had one child and lived in our hometown, it was easy … one sweet little girl, under the tree …Click. Stamp. Send. Mom happy.

Add one precious little boy … living a few hours from hometown. Little girl holds little boy beside a tower of presents. Little boy sleeps, little girl smiles a perfect smile. Send more than usual … Mom showing off a little.

Add another little baby boy … still living a few hours from hometown … maybe something different? The pumpkin patch seems like awesome idea, until picture is actually seen … NOPE!!! Kids in overalls climbing on hundreds of giant pumpkins are adorable until placed next to a snowman wearing a Santa hat. Thirty bucks … down the toilet. Generic “Peace On Earth” from Walgreens … Mom disappointed.

Add two more little boys … tiny crying babies … one thousand miles from hometown … too depressed to send any card at all. Big kids choose & send “Hoops & YoYo” from Hallmark online. Mom cries.

The next year … everyone growing … still one thousand miles from hometown … want to do something special … all 7 of us. Seek professional photographer … too late … all booked. Seek shaky-hand neighbor … she’s available. Dress everyone … move table … plug up tree. Change one’s shirt. Change another’s pants. Mom drinks.

Screw it … everyone put on pajamas. Sit down. Shut up. Smile, damnit! 79 pictures. Not one has everyone looking full of ...


C H R I S T M A S J O Y!!!


DAMN ALL OF YOU!!! Not one has everyone looking at camera or smiling. Jeez … time is running out. Must send family photo this year … must, must, must …

Message: Oh just screw it ~ Here's your card. Merry-Damn-Christmas.


(((Oh shit!!! We forgot the dog!!!))) Mom passes out in own vomit.

Maybe we'll just skip it this year ... save on stamps AND wine ... well, maybe on stamps.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

You Never Forget Your First

Training dyslexic students is tedious, boring, and repetitive … for the student and often for the teacher. The pace of things discourages many students. Imagine spending 10 hours per week learning that digraphs (sh, ch, wh, th, etc.) are two letters that make one new sound. Say the words. Write the words. Break up the words. Review, review, review. Do it all again. Then do it again. Now, do it as fast as you can. In the end, a student may move on or they may get another week of the same thing. It depends on how much of the lesson or rule is retained.

I know that sounds practically abusive, but it’s necessary. It's almost impossible to wrap your brain around not having an internal system for language. I'm guessing that nobody ever had to tell you in specific terms that a vowel between two consonants in a one-syllable word has a short sound. You just got it, noticed the pattern in other words, and went on to read them. Easy, right? Dyslexic kids don’t have that. They see, simply, letters on paper … sometimes they don’t even see the actual letters that are on the paper, they see something else. It is frustrating, can be emotionally devastating and many students want to succumb to feeling inadequate or using behavior as a mask (better to be bad, than dumb).

Teaching dyslexic students in a private school is the best job I ever had. My first year, I made a whopping salary of $18,000 and I would have stayed in that job forever and worked for that same salary until they threw me out. The level of compassion and stamina in that building was overwhelming and I felt lucky to work there then, and now I just feel blessed to have had the opportunity to be a part of it … to be a part of an amazing faculty and to be a part of the lives of amazing students.

I know teachers aren’t supposed to have favorites, but every teacher has one … a student that captures your heart and embodies the success you dream of for them … a student who validates your life’s work ... and you can see it in them long before they actually achieve the dream.

Let me tell you about Austin. Sweet. Athletic. Motivated. Trusting. Honest. Wide-eyed. Optimistic. Loving. Smart. Happy. And Dyslexic.

Austin came to my classroom for the first time when he was 8 years old. He had that adorable little bowl-cut hair and the biggest smile you’ve ever seen. From day one, he was willing to work harder and longer than anyone else. He traveled over an hour to and from the school and played on a very successful soccer team. Though it was only my second year teaching and I was still riddled with my own anxiety and inadequacies, he believed in me completely and motivated me, just as I worked to motivate him. I taught him for almost three years, and throughout the summers. He even lived with us one summer during the school session. I fell in love with his family. His mother is probably one of my greatest role models (that’s another story). She is a champion of the learning disabled and a die-hard advocate for student’s rights. (((For God’s sake, she now tutors students in an old VW bus, in the school parking lot, because the school doesn’t want her to work (privately) inside the building. ~ the woman is awesome!!!))) My relationship with them lasted far past the time that I had to leave the school, to relocate with my own family … in fact, it is still alive and well.

Austin was the first kid I ever taught to read. I would like to take all of the credit, but obviously that would be obnoxious and narcissistic, not to mention untrue, but I guess the thing I can take credit for ~ is sticking with him. Long after he learned his spelling rules and achieved grade-level fluency … won state soccer championships (amazing goal keeper) in high school … got accepted to and graduated from a top-notch private college where he continued to excel at his sport … through all of the ups and down, the academic problems and the broken bones … through a devastating lung injury and the dream job offer … I’ve been there as his cheerleader, confidante, and advocate. He is a part of my family, not just part of my identity as an educator.

He called me last week to say he was going to propose to his long-time girlfriend. For the first time in … well, ever … I was speechless. I bumbled around with congratulatory remarks and asked all the appropriate questions about when & how. Maybe, for the first time in over a decade, it occurred to me that he isn’t still ten years old. He’s a grown man and God-forbid, he might not need me anymore. Days later, I still don’t know how I feel about that.
In many ways, Austin was my first child. He was my first professional success. He was my first student to graduate from college. Now he’s the first to leave me … to move on to the next part of his life … the part where he and his wife will solve their own problems and share their own successes.

Now, it’s my turn … a chance to be a first … the first to wish him a long, happy life with a woman he loves … the first to congratulate his family on the addition to their wonderful clan … and maybe, or certainly, the very last to say goodbye to that precious little boy long ago replaced by a very capable, wonderful young man. I love you, kid.


(((Lesson learned: I promise to never, ever, ever roll my eyes at the mother of the groom again … cry it out sister … I feel your pain. Also, maybe this is a message from God or my mother ~ I do have four sons of my own … and I guess someday I will go through this with them … all I can say is, “woe be unto you, “future-daughters-in-law!!!”)))

Friday, November 14, 2008

You’re Not Special and Barack Obama Doesn’t Owe YOU Anything

I am not a special interest group. Neither are the millions of other Americans that gave Barack Obama their hard earned money to run that freight train of a campaign right through John McCain’s House of Whacks. I have to say I was surprised to hear McCain and Palin, every one of their surrogates, the Fox News robots, and others (especially, sanctimonious Joe Scarborough who seems to honestly believe that Floridians are stupid) whine about public/private financing and the unfairly enormous ad campaign of Barack Obama and how he broke his word to the American people and to John McCain. First of all, who gives a damn … not me. The tired nonsense about Obama “lying” to the American people and John McCain and the outrageous “typical Chicago politician” line are still being mumbled in the background … it’s just a matter of time before Sarah Palin pulls it out of her bedside table and tries to drive it home again. She’s already resurrected Tito the Builder and Joe the Plumber.

((sidenote: if anyone from her “camp” is reading this … GET HER SOME NEW LINES AND TELL HER NOT TO DO THAT GROWLY, LOW, TEETH-CLENCHED THING WITH HER VOICE WHEN SHE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT SHE’S TALKING ABOUT … WE ALL KNOW THAT TELL … so with that in mind ~ don’t get her a guest spot on any of those celebrity poker shows either … although … I would love to see her in a remake of “Rounders” … she would be a natural as “Worm” … she lies all the time; she already has a relationship with Matt Damon … but, the truth is, I just want to see her get her ass beat by the Russians (because I guess they can see her from over there, too) and be left broken and alone in a church gymnasium … still scheming. This could really be a break-out role for her … plus getting her to Hollywood early will make it easier for Oliver Stone to get busy on his next project.))

OK ~ back to what I was saying before …

Now, I hear the pundits talking about who is expecting favors from the new President Elect. “Who” got him elected and what “they” will be expecting in return … what??? … you’ve got to be joking, right???

(1) Hispanics ~ voted for Obama in record numbers over Amnesty Man, John McCain …
(2) African Americans ~ voted for Obama in record numbers over Whitey (seriously man ... get some bronzer), John McCain
(3) Hillary Supporters ~ voted for Obama because Hillary told them to … except for the duchess or princess or whoever
(4) Pennsylvanians (taking time out from clinging to guns & religion) ~ voted blue, as usual, for Obama, even though John McCain pimped Sarah Palin out to them for two whole months
(5) Jews and other old people ~ gave the nod to Obama instead of their fellow AARP member
(6) Gays and Lesbians ~ voted overwhelmingly for Obama even though he opposes gay marriage … (that topic is discussed enough … I’ll just leave that there)

Educated white people, Duke fans, Teachers, Nurses, Middle class, middle income families, Catholics, Grandmothers … this list could go on and on …

Here’s my point ~ None of us are “special interest”. Contributing to a campaign and casting your vote is not like buying a hooker … there is no twenty dollar special. We don't lobby our vote to whatever “category” exit polls force us into and we don't reject our democratic principles in exchange for presidential favors ... we are Americans. We choose for ourselves when that curtain closes. So, I don’t care who you are or what group you belong to or don’t belong to … You’re Not Special and Barack Obama Doesn’t Owe YOU Anything.