Simply a Great Man

Good Morning,

This time of year there's a message on my phone the "Voice Mail Lady" would really like for me to erase. When I check for messages she lets me know...

"You have one saved message." She plays it for me then with voice unmoved asks me to press "7" if I'd like to erase the message or "9" if I'd like to save...

In a rush of anxiety, I'm always jamming on the 9!!!!! You see this is the last message I received from my Fishing Buddy Bill. He died two weeks after this recorded message.

It goes...

"This is Bill. Just callin to see what you was doin. I'll talk to you later. bye."

It may seem like an insignificant memento like somewhere over the course of two years I should have hit 7 but it's not! What the "Voice Mail Lady" has yet to understand is that this is not an unhealthy holding onto...I'm actually using it as a crutch for "letting go" into something else...simplicity.

In Bill's voice and words, I'm reminded of how very little we need to be okay...(And maybe that he's out there somewhere checkin in)...

An apartment with heat. (check)

clean underwear...OR a place you can clean it (check, check!)

a warm breakfast. or knowing there's always time for cereal...(check!)

a place to go where everybody knows your name...some people call it church (check!), TV called it Cheers...it could also be the gym (check!), work, school, AA meetings, or a hole in the wall diner called Stan's : ).

a good relationship with denim- i.e., a single item of denim clothing that fits comfortably (check!)

curiosity and a project to work on (check!)

the love of at least one good woman- preferably one you can take fishing and to car shows...(check!?!?)

In short, what I'm doing is using this message as what Buddha Teacher Gil would call an invitation to "let go" into simplicity. As noted in the frantic number punching, 9!!!! 9!!!, I haven't quite mastered this one yet, but I know there will be many more opportunities to practice...now, sorry I must go. Time to make some phone calls!...

Happy Monday,

Amanda

Gettin' crafty in the kitchen...

Good Morning,

In my immediate circle of family (Mom, Dad, and Brother), there really weren't too many favorite meals or recipes. I suppose this is in part why I like cereal so much...Instead, we had one treat that made special appearances on birthdays and occasions like Valentines Day--THE RED VELVET CAKE!!!

The red velvet cake aka the "Roosevelt Chapman" cake in honor of a favorite UD men's basketball player in the 80's*, is silky smooth and curious in color. It is a mixture of chocolate and vanilla that like "Velvy Baby" can't be beat!...

While red food coloring provides its deep rich red appearance and the South's Paula Dean perhaps its resurgence in popularity, Mom did one better than the armadillo cake (see groom's cake in the 1989 film Steel Magnolias)...she always made this cake in the shape of a heart. Perfect!!! indeed for Valentine's Day!!!

So...this past weekend inspired by LOVE I finally learned what sound my oven makes when it reaches the pre-set and made my first red velvet cake from scratch!

I thought I'd share "5 Good Things to Know About Making a Cake" for those of you who are also decidedly uncrafty. For those who do know their way around the kitchen, I've provided the recipe for Mom's Red Velvet Cake at the bottom of this e-mail. Just to allay any fears the verdict on this one was/is "yum!" (wheeeewh).

5 Good Things to Know about Making a Cake

1. You must be fully committed to it. There is no half-a**ing it when making a cake from scratch. Once you have recipe in hand, be prepared to go shopping for oddly specific items...Cocoa (unsweetened) means unsweetened...butter (no salt) means without salt... bring an eye for detail. There's also making the cake then baking the cake, then clean up.

2. Much effort goes unnoticed (or gets curiously noticed). You need to be okay with that. For example, on Valentine's Day securing red food coloring...may involve standing on the lower shelf using the neighboring handy cornbread package as a reacher aide...driving around aimlessly looking for a parking spot...asking where they keep white vinegar?...No, it is not cool to recount your frustrations at Wal-Mart.

3. Yes, it's okay to borrow an electric mixer. These puppies will save you time! and rotator cuff injury.

4. Cognitive dissonance. You will experience cognitive dissonance when faced with your cake batter... "an uncomfortable feeling caused by holding conflicting ideas simultaneously" e.g., I'm gonna make the perfect cake! Oh do I love my people!...Can I stick my finger in it?...Do my loved ones really want my germs?...I decided the best thing to do here is take a position (e.g. I am not sticking my finger in the batter) and stick to it.

5. Don't start too late. Things that involve careful measurement, hot ovens, and blood red food coloring are really not great late night activitiezzzz.

And, the recipe!!!

Mom's Red Velvet Cake

Ingredients:

2-1/4 c. flour
1-1/2 tsp. baking soda
pinch of salt
1 c. buttermilk
1 tbsp. white vinegar
1 tsp. vanilla extract
2 large eggs
2 tbsp. cocoa powder (unsweetened)
2 tbsp. red food coloring (1 bottle)
1-1/2 sticks (unsalted butter)
1-1/2 c. sugar

Pre-heat oven 350

Mix

in 1 med. bowl- flour, salt, baking soda

in 1 lrg. bowl- butter (softened), sugar, eggs

in 1 lrg. glass measuring cup- buttermilk, vanilla, vinegar

in 1 sm. bowl- cocoa, red food coloring (mix until makes a paste) *set aside to add last when mixing to prevent staining and splattering)

*stir up, whisk, mix, beat the heck out of everything in it's bowl. then using the ELECTRIC MIXER combine everything in the large bowl adding just enough (about 1/3 of contents) each time to keep a smooth creamy looking mixture. IMPORTANT-finally add the cocoa and red food color paste last. Once everything is incorporated mix on HI for about 2 minutes.

*be sure to use your spatula to keep wiping down batter splatter from insides of mixing bowl

Pour equal amounts batter into 2 pans. square and round. (not sure size)

Bake

25-30 min. use tooth pick test for doneness

Cool

10 min. before removing from pan. to make the heart. cut round cake into equal halves. orient square cake in front of you like a baseball diamond and then stick semicircles on to make heart shape.

Frosting??? Buy 1 or 2 cans of something at the store you like that is white fluffy and spreadable. goes best with cream cheese or butter cream fluffy frosting.

Wheeewh alright. Good luck and Happy Valentine's Day,

Amanda

10 Tips for Surviving Winter Weather

Good Morning,

The weatherman has promised 5 more days of crummy weather so I've asked myself WWBTGD? (What would Buddha Teacher Gil do?) After bending down to straighten out his meditation mat, I believe he would hold up an apple and say,

"We suffer less if we create meaning from it."

The apple of course suggesting I unplug from my iPod the straightening of the mat an invitation to consider the trajectory of William Tell's arrow had he a shortened leg and a stiff wind at his back.

(SPLAT?!!?)

so...

I've delved into my winter experiences so far this season and come up with

10 Tips for Surviving Winter Weather

1. Take control of your falls. When caught in the midst of an icy patch, try not to panic, tighten and/or flail. Go down on your own terms. It's best just to go limp and drop. Remember this little phrase "To bruise means I can reuse!" (the corollary "If I fight it. i'm really gonna bite it!)

2. A toe-drag gait (tracked with the windy path left in the snow...) is facilitated with a light snow dust. A fluffy snow can also offer a padded landing space. Do not get out the snowblower too soon.

3. When walking it's important to use a cane or other poking device such as a fallen tree branch to explore the path ahead. "If it's snow it's a go. Again, "if it's ice think twice!" Please disregard if traveling on ice skates.

4. Be extra careful in parking lots. Watch for icy patches like hazard lines and disability markings in the painted areas. I believe it's unfortunate how so far through use of modern man's initiative and planning we've made things worse. I propose a grass routes initiative. We need an army of people wearing fanny packs filled with road salt, sand or kitty litter!!! When out running errands or on a Johnny Appleseed walkabout drop a handful whenever you come upon a spot of painted ice.

5. Remember most wheelchair tires do not go in the snow. I'm learning this one the hard way. Three times this year I thought the walk was passable from my car to the doors of the gym. What I did not account for was snow drifting...

It's common knowledge do not drive a car into standing water in flooding conditions. What looks like 3 inches of water is actually 3 engine flooding feet.

The same can be said for wheelchair travel conditions in wiiiiindy Kansas. A dusting of snow soon becomes a tire sinking, panic huffing cussing !@#$ mountain in spots.

It is important NOT to wait for helicopter rescue. Rely on some Good Samaritans to make use of their workouts and ask for a 25 yard shuttle push!

6. Flares!...flares. Always pack the emergency kit, in case you get stuck in a crowd, with attention grabbing flares. (*social psychology bystander effect http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bystander_effect).

7. Remember in a blizzard you are on “own time.” Let go ever so briefly from the discipline of external pressures and demands of routine. Here are two things you may want to do while trapped indoors.

Work on weight gain goals
Look out the window and pretend you’re in a snow globe
Call a friend and offer support as they try to potty train their puppy

8. Cut back on the caffeine. Cold weather makes for tight muscles ready to spasm and contract. Caffeine ensures this will happen often when your bladder reeeeeally has to pee.

9. Cultivate your practice of compassion, loving kindness and generosity. Everything hurts less when you do this.

10. I've just done a little research and learned yes, birds who winter up north DO suffer in the cold. I'm not sure what to do about this yet but I will start by keeping up the outdoor feeders...while I dress in layers, wool underwear, waterproof boots, gloves, scarves and then take off my gloves to throw the bread and put back in my iPod.

keep on keeping on everyone!!!

Happy Monday,

Amanda

darn gratitude

Good Morning, Today's KC weather report...

*...FREEZING DRIZZLE WILL CONTINUE ACROSS THE KANSAS CITY
METROPOLITAN AREA TODAY. AFTER A BRIEF LULL THIS EVENING...THE
PRECIPITATION WILL CHANGE OVER TO SNOW TONIGHT. HEAVY SNOW WILL
THEN OVERSPREAD THE AREA TUESDAY. THE SNOW WILL TAPER OFF LATE
TUESDAY NIGHT AND END EARLY WEDNESDAY MORNING.

I believe gratitude is integral to well-being and am darn determined to cultivate it. So...I have...5 things I am grateful for...

1. The Scoop Dogg-- The apartment complex bulldozer. More important than the bucket snow pusher on the front is the name on the side http://www.scoopdoggpushers.com/.
No matter the conditions it always makes me smile "fo schizzle my dizzle!"

2. Kids because in the delicate balance of doing, being, and knowing they show us it is possible to...make and believe EFFORT can be play.

3. $7 Superman t-shirts that rejuvenate gym workouts

4. realizing the fix to my Internet problem this morning was...an unplugged power cord.

5. Mitty!!! Mitty!!! realizing mitty was the quick fix problem with the power cord...(i'm also veeeeery thankful she did not fry herself).

okay, keep trying to cultivate the goodness this morning.

Happy Monday,

Amanda



p.s. *mitty cultivating "the practice" on the cushion

Good Morning,

As I get ready to celebrate my 36th birthday, I'm starting to appreciate the crazy amount of love a parent has for a child. Yesterday, I came across a scrapbook my mom made for me one Christmas of old photos and keepsake records:

My mom wrote in beautiful penmanship...



FIRSTS

BABY SET OUT TO EXPLORE THE WORLD

On Mar. 1 BABY smiled for the first time and laughed on May 1. BABY first recognized Mother's face on Mar. 1.

What I like to think happened here is this...It simply took about a month for my eyes to adjust. There was no excessive gas thus no undefined smiling. On March 1, once I saw my Mother's face I was pleased. Then on May 1, I recognized this thing called Dad.

I do not know why parents keep neat scrapbook records of the BABY'S first nights sleeping or first feedings...

July 21, 1975 was a very significant day in history. Apparently, on this day I ate my first solid graham cracker!!!

Somehow a parent's love is so strong that they will write an entire paragraph on BABY'S SLEEPING patterns and habits in intimate detail when from what I can tell a sentence would've summed it up best.

The first night anyone got a decent night’s sleep was March 13, 1975.

Today's newborn may have video documentarian evidence of their every move, wiggle and first steps. I am left to piece together the story of my arrival from old photos, birth announcements and these curious things called hair clippings.

I was not an attractive infant. My mom cherishes the story of how my arrival was a relative breeze compared to that of my brother but the BABY'S FIRST photo suggests otherwise. Taken in black and white I look appropriately smooshed and blobbish.

IT'S A GIRL! the birth announcement celebrates. It warms my heart to know that I was not apparently a disappointment from the get go. My mom used four exclamation points after BABY is a Girl!!!! and never less than two anywhere else.

The hair clippings suggest nature's protective covering to ensure the survival of the BABY through childhood...

Light brown, fuzzy baby hair adds a layer of cuteness to the squishy skull. Then the head starts to harden and God needs something to help promote the innocence and continued sustainability of the child. This comes in many forms but on September 30, 1976 it seems I was getting by on silky locks of blond hair.

Okay, I bet you get the idea by now, I feel very grateful to both my parents for welcoming me into this world with such love and attention. Although it is safe to say, I will probably never experience the joy of welcoming a child into my own life, I'd like to celebrate and appreciate the joy that is held in the eyes of my friends, family and new people when I see it. The "it" that drives a parent to...scrapbook.

Happy Monday,

Amanda

p.s. fun photo- At what age does the BABY start eating like this!? And what exactly happened to my sock?