The spirit of Christmas

November 27, 2011emily No Comments »

For me, the point of Christmas is not overloading people with things they don’t need or even want. So many of us already have everything we need and (I’m sure) we’ve all got people on our shopping lists who are impossible to buy for. (Don’t end a sentence with a preposition, I know, I know. But “for whom finding a gift is impossible” sounded weird, as if the difficult people themselves have a hard time finding a gift… nevermind.) In those cases, why not donate money in their names to a worthy cause? Without sounding like Sally Struthers, there are plenty of great charities out there who need our help, particularly in tough economic times. You can find a terrific cause to support through places like Charity Navigator, which rates charities on a 4-star scale. It’s a simple way to make a big difference!

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Just beachy

November 26, 2011emily No Comments »

One of these days I’ll have to tell you about our trip to the beach in May. The sky was ridiculously blue, the water was fantastic, and the sand was warm and deliciously soft. There were plenty of bumps and hiccups in that trip, none of which I’d like to repeat, but man, what a view.

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Something new

November 25, 2011emily No Comments »

I’m a firm believer in the old adage that you learn something new every day. Most days, admittedly, the “something new” that I learn is pretty mundane. Some days, though, I’m shocked at what I learn. To give a recent example: at our first childbirth class a couple weeks ago, the teacher (trainer?) mentioned that we don’t really know what starts labor. I’ll admit, that made me sit up a bit straighter and pay more attention. Really? We don’t know how labor starts? We can put a human being on the moon. We can resuscitate an 80-year-old man’s sex life with nothing but a little blue pill. We can predict, with relative certainty, where a hurricane will make landfall. But we don’t know what starts something so fundamental as labor? That blew my mind, I don’t mind saying.

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