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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 7 – KINDNESS  DAY :: 131 finding nemo

14 May


We watched fish swim today. Inside a pet store. As we stood there taking in all the different kinds of fish I pointed and yelled “Dory!” and then “Nemo!”

As we walked down the aisle I heard a small child yell the same thing behind me. And then another. “Dory!’ “Nemo!”

It made me think about the power of stories, and the universal search for family. Even stories about fish can bring out the true power of love in us human families. So on this Mother’s Day, I’m thinking about the power of love, and finding family in those we love. And those who love us back. Whether it is Moms, Grandmas, Mother-in-Laws or Fairy Godmothers.

Here’s to family. And Moms. All the moms who help us find our stories.

More tomorrow….


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Day 215: f*ing friday :: fishing

3 Aug

Today continues the weekly series, F*ing Fridays, which will coincidentally occur on Friday. In Year One, I mentioned some of my favorite F words back on Day 5, including: Fearless, Fabulous, Fine, Fun, Faith, Freedom, Forgiveness, to name a Few.

Last week I dove into the words Forever Friends.

Today’s F*ing Friday is dedicated to the word:

As in, I’m not afraid of fish.  

Well, maybe I am. Not really. Okay, a little bit.

It’s just that they are so squirmy and squishy. And, wet.

Tonight, Justin is off fishing for the second night in a row on the ocean blue.  And, I am happy to be inside where it is hot and dry.

Here’s Justin’s fake fish kiss with his catch from last night.

I’m not afraid of fish. Really, I’m not.
I like to eat them. I just don’t like to touch them.

There’s something a little messed up about that, I admit.
Good thing Justin will throw those fish back in the ocean where they f*ing belong!

I guess I don’t put fish in the “fear” category.
More like the “prefer not to touch” category.

And, somehow, there is a huge difference in my head between the two.

Happy F*ing Friday.
May you catch only what you wish for and keep everything you love.

Tomorrow, I wil be back with  Three Things I love…more than chocolate (today!).

Day 330: don’t do the diet

26 Nov

A few weeks ago Justin almost drank a diet soda.  
It was the only thing in the refrigerator, we were moving, it had been a long day and he was thirsty.

I flipped out.  I pleaded.
Don’t do it.  Don’t do it.  Don’t do it.

The stuff is toxic.  It’s terrible.  It wreaks havoc on the body as it masquerades around in disguise as a zero calorie alternative.

Yes, I have become THAT GIRL — the annoying health conscious, oh-my-god-you-are-going-to-drink that?  — type of woman.

Justin, of course, did not drink it.

I have studied over 100 different diets, way of eating, and types of foods this year.  And, I can honestly say, at this point I am so confused about what’s in, out, good and bad I can barely plan my own breakfast.

Vegan? Not enough protein!
Meat? Too much inflammation!
Fish? Beware of mercury!

But, this, I do know for sure: soda sucks the life out of us.

On top of the nasty chemical aspartame, there is more to be wary of what’s inside diet soda.

Soda, especially diet soda, is a no-no, no-good, never healthy beverage.  Unfortunately, it’s the number one source of caloric intake for we Americans.  In fact, the average American drinks over 46 gallons a year.

I watched a video tonight, thanks to the share from Ms. Maria Dolson-Verroye on Facebook, and learned a few more facts about alkaline foods and how diet sodas make us fat.

My head may be spinning about just what’s good to eat these days, but the bottom line for me on soda is this:  Don’t do it.  Don’t do it.  Don’t do it.

Do this:  watch the video.
It does a body good.

If the video doesn’t play below, please click here.

Day 244: teach a girl to fish

1 Sep

Today we walked the beach and discovered deposits from Irene’s breeze-by across the island.  She left the beaches covered with rocks, sediment and the most enormous quahog shells I have ever seen.

As we walked further down the beach we spotted a beach goer with pole in hand in the middle of his last effort to reel in one big fish.

As we approached the excited fisherman I asked, “Wow, what is that?” to which he proudly replied, “It’s called a fish.”

Funny man.  It was a striper.

He then announced the flopping fish measured 32 inches.  I asked if I could take a photo and he replied:  “Sure, but do you want to see the BIG one?”

The BIG one?

Out of the sand he dug up his other prized catch of the day, an EVEN BIGGER fish.

Seeing the big fish dwarfed by the EVEN bigger fish made me think about perspective.

A bigger fish makes a big fish look small.
An enormous quahog shell makes all the other shells look diminutive.

Just like my promise not to shop for clothes and shoes and instead write for 365 days makes my promise to meditate for 21 days look kind of puny.

But one isn’t better than the other, they are just different.

And, while perspective is important, I suppose the real difference comes from the learning-how-to-fish part — no matter what you might be fishing for.

You know that old saying …teach a girl to fish, or meditate, or cook … er, something like that.

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