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Shark Week Tonic


2013
01.17

I once read a story about Prince Charles visiting President Reagan in the White House. When it came time for tea, they served it to him in a tea bag. According to Reagan, the prince admitted, “I didn’t know what to do with it.”

This is sort of how I felt, but in the reverse, when I started drinking tea. My whole life I’d only seen it in tea bags, and when my Norwegian friend bought me some loose leaf rhubarb tea from Sweden, I didn’t really know what to do with it.

tea recipe pms

I was intimidated by these leaves rattling around, free to go wherever they pleased. I could choose whatever amount I wanted. Would I choose correctly? Where exactly do they belong?

I bought a hemp tea bag, but that didn’t really work. It took me a bit but I finally figured out those metal tea strainers work the best. And now, I’m experimenting, making my own teas!

tea strainer

A pleasant side-effect to all this is that I’m learning more about herbology, an interest of mine. Teas can be a powerful medicine, and I’m thrilled to say I’ve already discovered one that helps me every single month.

My advice for the gentlemen readers among us is to keep on reading. Even if you’re never going to experience the pains of childbirth, you’ll most certainly be affected by a female in your life who suffers from PMS. I know. It’s not a sexy topic, but it’s one that keeps coming up month after month.

So fellas, if you’ve got a female friend, girlfriend, wife or sister, you could be a super life-saver and mix her up a batch of this concoction. It’s easy and works wonders. It would be hard not to adore you for it.

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And ladies, you won’t believe the difference drinking a few cups every morning will make before and during your menstrual cycle. Waaaay less swelling and bloating, fewer cramps (I have an IUD and even those cramps are pretty much gone!), calmer emotions. What’s not to like?

I’ve adapted it from Make Your Place, a super awesome book I’ve raved about before. You can find all of the ingredients in a natural foods store. If there isn’t one close by, there are plenty of places to buy online.

I’ve made smaller amounts, but I find the last thing I want to do when I’m feeling icky is mix up a batch of tea, not matter how ridiculously easy it is. This makes enough for about three months.

Shark Week Tonic

  • 1/2 cup dandelion root
  • 1/2 cup chamomile
  • 1/2 cup lemon balm
  • 2 tablespoons raspberry leaf
  • 2 tablespoons cramp bark
  • fresh ginger

In large mixing bowl, combine all of the ingredients except the ginger. Because they’re all dry ingredients, you can have some fun. Use your hands to sprinkle one on top of the other with a little flair. Mix them together with your fingers. Store in an airtight container.

When you feel PMS symptoms come on, spoon 1 tablespoon for every 2 cups of tea into a tea strainer or whatever you prefer. Cut 1/4-inch slice of fresh ginger. Place the ginger and the tea strainer in a tea pot (or another saucepan) and pour boiling water over the mix.

Let steep for 5-10 minutes. I like mine with a little honey because my sweet tooth is rampant around this time.

Remember ladies, there are plenty of other things that affect your PMS levels, so while this stuff works wonders, it’s not going to undo the four cups of coffee and salty potato chips you’ve been consuming.  Trust me, I know.

Are you a tea drinker? Do you have any natural remedies to share with me? I’d love to hear!

Every Thursday is Thanksgiving


2010
06.03

It dawned on me recently that there are a lot of people who affect my life and don’t even know it. And I’ve decided to do something about it.

thanks

A few months ago a man tried to attack me on a walk. Unfortunately for him, he chose to attack me on a day when it looked like rain. The only thing he got from me was clubbed in the head over and over with my big, pink umbrella.

I may look sweet, but you can ask most of my friends: You don’t want to mess with me. Seriously. The cops took my umbrella in for DNA testing, I did so much damage.

I found my lifetime warranty for my umbrella in my desk last week, and I felt inspired to write to Isotoner’s customer service. I told them the story and thanked them for making such a cute, versatile and sturdy product.

umbrella frog

I got a note back from Elizabeth:

What a delightful way to begin a new day by receiving your note! Not
many people nowadays take the time to share positive comments, so I
certainly appreciated yours. We are so thankful to hear your umbrella
was handy when you needed it most and thank goodness your weren’t
injured during the attack. I hope you continue to enjoy the
totes Isotoner products.

I’ve been working on practicing gratitude for the past few years, and I’ve got friends doing the same thing.

After getting this response though, I realized I haven’t done much to manifest this gratitude into the physical world. (That’s Ms. Becca talk for actually saying Thanks.)

thanks

I was taught it’s polite to send thank you notes after receiving gifts.  I’m going to start sending notes to all of the people who positively affect my life but may not know it. Because, really? Why not?

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MCM–Food makes all the difference


2010
05.24

Whenever I get home from grocery shopping (which is almost daily), I think to myself, Happiness is a full fridge. Food is on the bottom level of Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs. You can’t do much of anything without it.

I’ve been working with a great charity for the past month and wanted to share it. Food For Children is a branch of my local food bank. And every dollar they get provides five meals for children. And not just canned pantry items. Half of that is fresh produce. The stuff that smells and tastes oh! So good!

This video has some great interviews with families who benefit from the program. There are also some kids claiming that their favorite foods are broccoli and carrots. How fantastic is that?

I encourage everyone to donate time or money if they’re able. If you’re not from the area, you can find your local food bank here. Kids are out of school, so now is a great opportunity to help keep their refrigerators (and stomachs) full.

Happy birthday to me!


2010
04.15

It’s my birthday week. Hell, it’s my birthday month! I’ve always been a big fan of birthdays–it’s like your own little holiday.

I’m not huge on gifts. That’s not to say I won’t accept them. I guess I just prefer the gift of someone’s company to anything that can be purchased from a store. And I won’t turn down a beer either.

But since it’s my birthday week, I feel like I can get away with going down my wish list. I already have a few people committed to helping me with this; I hope you’re in too.

I want:

  • Success in whatever we all strive to do. Let’s meet our goals. Let’s be as awesome as possible.
  • More friendly moments. Let’s be nicer to store clerks, bank tellers, wait staff, people you pass on the street, census agents, and fellow drivers (even the morons).
  • Honesty. If you can’t make it, don’t say you can. If you want to know if that outfit makes you look fat, be prepared to hear yes. Let’s be real.
  • Nuclear disarmament. Hey! It’s my birthday wish list.
  • More green moments. Let’s walk to the store. Hold your nose, empty, wash and recycle that old plastic dish in the fridge.
  • A few more questions. Remember when conventional wisdom said the earth was flat? There’s gotta be more of that out there. Let’s find it!
  • Love. Embrace the love you have. Extend the love you give.

The more we want for everyone, the more we will all have. I know this is my birthday wish list, but I’d like to think it benefits many. If you’re in, thanks for playing! If not, I hope to see you the next time the game comes around.

    God loves the Easter Bunny


    2010
    03.26

    I love Easter. Spring is here. Baseball season is starting. My birthday is always around that time. And lilacs smell amazing…
    But really, let’s not forget the most important part: Cadbury Eggs!! While I can say that I’ve grown up in a few ways, these will forever remind me of being a kid and eating them with my dad.
    Delicious. And Sante bought me a 4 pack even though he can’t eat any (damn that lactose)! Now that’s a good man.

    Life Goal No. 14


    2010
    02.18

    It’s a life goal of mine to see the Olympics. I’m not picky. Any Olympic event will do. Any place in the world will do. Every few years I revisit this goal when the games come on TV.

    The Olympics are some of the coolest events in the world because originally they were created to honor the Greek gods, all sorts of amazing athletes show up and it’s one of the few times the world comes together to celebrate something positive.

    My best girlfriend from Norway will watch her friends compete in downhill skiing events in Vancouver today. How insanely awesome is that?!? She asked me to go, but I told her I just couldn’t swing it.

    What she doesn’t know is that her friend is picking me up at the airport on their way out of Seattle (she thinks her friend is picking up some clients) before they drive to Vancouver. Today. At 3pm.

    Oh. My. God. I can’t tell you how impossible of a secret this was to keep. Fulfilling a life goal, traveling to a new city AND surprising my best friend I haven’t seen in three months? AHHHH!!! I am so excited and I just want to share it with everyone! Life is good!

    Life’s a roadtrip: Pay attention to the signs.


    2010
    02.05


    Finding out a musician I just started getting into wrote a lot of the trashy pop songs I love

    A week of sunshine when every forecaster saw rain

    Blogging to pay the bills

    Meeting a man who loves cookies as much as I do

    May everyone be as blessed with happy accidents as I have been.

    Maybe the Me Generation was right all along


    2010
    01.28

    While watching Julie and Julia (an excellent movie if you’re thinking about renting it. Nora Ephron=genius.) the other day, someone posed a question to me: Are all successful people selfish?

    My immediate answer: Yes.

    I think selfishness has gotten a bad wrap. Even Merriam-Webster is out to get it! Perhaps I should submit an addendum to the definition, because I believe that selfishness is an integral part of mental health.

    In order to be selfless, one has to be selfish. I can’t save you from drowning if I don’t know how to swim. My cooking skills suffer when I’m dying of starvation. In order for me to help you, I must first help myself.

    I know that there are plenty of acts of selfishness that hurt people and destroy lives. I just think that some acts of selfishness are necessary and good as long as they don’t harm others.

    A letter to my 18-year-old self


    2009
    12.16

    I was inspired by this blog post to write a letter to my younger self. Here’s a picture of who I am writing to:

     

    That's me on the right. Gawd I miss that sweater.

    Dear Rebecca,

    You don’t know me, but I am you. I am writing to you from about 12 years in the future. I know you have an active imagination, but you still may have trouble grasping that. Just know that rolling your jeans is coming back into style, the planet is still in one piece (barely), and thankfully people are still listening to The Cure.

    I have thought about a lot of different things to say to you. I like to write, as you know, and this letter could be miles long. I wonder if you would devour it or toss it aside to read when you had “time.” I’d like to think your rabid curiosity could sustain your interest, but you’re in high school right now, so let’s be realistic. You have other things to do.

    I thought about telling you to pick your writing teacher’s brain, to not start smoking, and to skip the math major bullshit, but I know you hate being told what to do, so I’ll skip that. I would like you to know that someday you’ll laugh about being called a slut when you were a virgin and pity those who teased you for god-knows-what, but I know all of that hurts now. And plus, it makes you a stronger woman. (Just keep your chin up, girl!)

    This is all I have: Every decision you are about to make is the right one. Not necessarily at that moment. Or even for the moment after that. You will experience setbacks that you think you’ll never recover from. You will wonder why the hell you were put on this planet.

    But know this: The life you have is amazing. And 12 years from where you are now, you are going to look back and not have a single regret. What you do now makes you what you are later. Be confident. You will get what you want, even if it takes a few tries.

    I love you. I’m proud of you. Keep up the optimistic attitude. It suits you.

    Your friend,
    Rebecca

    An ode to Joanne, or My mom rules


    2009
    12.10

    It’s that time of year again, and I’m not talking about Christmas. It’s Sagittarius birthday time. I tend to attract them. One of the centaurs that has been in my life the longest is my mother. In fact, it’s her birthday tomorrow.

    Now we’ve had our ups and downs, but the fact is that she agreed to give birth to me, raise me as best she could and then unleash me onto the world.
    Here (in no particular order) are five things that remind me of my mom, Joanne.

    My mom read this book to me when I was very young. In fact, she instilled in me a great love of reading. Because of this, her attempts to get me to go to sleep at a decent hour were no match for the flashlight and good book I had under my bed. I was accused of not being a morning person–how much of a morning person could I be when I was up until 4am reading? Thanks Mom, for giving me the gift of reading. (I wouldn’t be a writer without it.)

    OK I know it’s cheesy, but my mom would sing this song to me at night before I went to bed. And it’s one of my favorite memories of being young. And it reminds me of how (as my mom told it) when I was born it was a record breaking heat wave, and she and I would open the windows in the hospital and reach for the sun.
    Love it or hate it, it reminds me of my mom. “I’ll have a small french fry and a medium diet coke.” I can’t count the number of times I have been on the phone with her and she says, “Hold on, I’m just in the drive through… *speaks above order* …so anyway, I was playing this beautiful song on the piano…” If my mom wasn’t in such good shape, I would say something to her about it. But hey, she laid off me and my smoking, so I can’t say much. And since there is a McDonalds in every country around the world, this assures that I will think of her no matter where I go.
    Lefse. My mom helped me achieve a life-long goal last year when she came to my apartment and showed me how to make lefse, a Norwegian treat. It was something that had long mystified and intimidated me. And it was delicious.
    Mom went out, took a class and voila! She became a lefse extraordinaire! And when I was asked to make lefse the night before Thanksgiving this year, I didn’t bat an eye. You want five pounds? Oh yah, sure! You betcha!
    These words:
    You can do anything.
    You can be anything.
    You could run a small county.

    My mom said these to me over and over and over. When I was younger I saw this as pressure on me to do everything. What took me a while to realize is that she was just telling me she believed in me. And there is nothing more important a mom can do.

    I wouldn’t be the woman I am today without Joanne. I wouldn’t have moved across a continent with the hope that I could get paid as a writer and then actually get a job as a writer if it wasn’t for her belief in me. And that is the coolest thing ever.

    Mom, I love you. Thanks for putting your energy, love and devotion toward me. Thanks for never giving up on me. And thanks for being you. I hope you have a great birthday!
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