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Man I love Christmastime.
When else can you flip on the radio and just hear those sleigh bells jingling, ring-ting -- well, you know.
Or see your street block lit up like Times Square in the dead of night?
Or watch Hallmark happy ending movies that tell sugary sweet love stories in a concise two-hour block? Oh, right, is IS the Hallmark channel so, pretty much every day. I digress.
When else are you willing to stay up until 2AM on a Tuesday night/Wednesday morning, just to finish baking your fourth batch of Snickerdoodles?
Or walk into work to find surprise, wonderful, thoughtful gifts from some secret Santa on your desk periodically? P.S I WILL find out who you are, so I can properly THANK YOU, you sweetie pie!!!!
And when can you just openly gush with love about the message of the Christ child? Hmm; should be any old time in a land of free speech, no? Uh, yeah.
But it's so comforting at this time of year to be able just immerse ourselves in heartfelt kindness and good will for others and peace, isn't it?
I am so respectful of all the winter holidays. Happy Hanukkah to my Jewish friends! Happy Kwanzaa to all my pals who celebrate it! And cheers to everyone observing a holy or holiday of significance for them. Truly I wish everyone joy and serenity.
But, just for the record, Catholics/Christians are people, too. And we aren't trying to exclude anyone with our celebration because ALL ARE WELCOME to it with us. All day. Every day.
A week from tomorrow ... or April 17, 2020 or July 10, 2025 ... you get me. Love to all, all the time, 'cuz that's how we roll...and that's #WJWD, Capisce?
MERRY CHRISTMAS & HAPPY HOLIDAYS! #MerryChristmas #Happy Hannukkah #HappyKwanzaa #Peace #Joy #Love #Pray
SPONSORS: www.linkedin.com/in/jimdascenzo/ www.companycasuals.com/stitchart/start.jsp/ Is 61: The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he has anointed me to bring glad tidings to the poor.
"You know it, I know it and the American people know it," as Bob Dole used to say. And he was right.
In fact, I'm pretty sure humans everywhere on the third rock are aware of this universal truth:
Giving = good and being stingy = bad. Period.
But the tricky part isn't necessarily in the giving…well, depending on the act, I suppose.
I mean, donating your new I-Pad -- or your car -- or a kidney. Well, I could see where those might be a bit costly or time consuming or even, you know, leave a mark. I digress.
Me? I happen to be of the mind that it's not so much about the amount or the delivery method of a contribution as it is the spirit in which it is dispersed, you see.
In other words: are you giving out of obligation; under duress; kicking and screaming; and/or clutching your donation tighter than a "Real Housewife's" first layer of Spanx?
Or are you more like Oprah during one of her "Favorite Things" episodes when she giddily screams: "Everyone's getting a BIG SCREEN TV - and a diamond tiara --- and a puppy!"
Let's face it, she and some really smart people have made it patently obvious that it's not just about the booty but how we dole it out, you dig?
Consider these knowledge gems as Exhibits A through C to support the theory:
And then there's the biggie; that second letter of St. Paul to those crazy Corinthians that reads, in part:
"Hey guys and gals,
How's it going? Haven't heard back from you in a while. Hope all's well and you're doing what we talked about.
Oh, right, one more thing. Don't forget that we all need to give what we have decided in our hearts to give, not reluctantly or under compulsion.
'Cause you know, God loves a cheerful giver, y'all. Chat soon!
Okay, it might not have gone precisely like that but the bit about not being reluctant and happily handing over stuff to someone who needs it? Well, that part's the real deal.
This I needed reminded as I grumpily (at least on the inside) rang the Salvation Army Kettle bell last week in the cold mid-winter. Don't get me wrong; I was super stoked to help as I have for years.
But I am old and ice intolerant; and acted like a big old wimpy baby, internally whining with every clang of the clapper. (In my own defense, I DO have Raynaud's Syndrome, a blood vessel disorder causing the extremities to numb then turn white, blue and finally red when circulation returns.)
And just when my mental pity party was at its peak, a lovely couple walked up to me with a cup of hot tea. My fingers and my ticker warmed up in a big old hurry, Capisce?
So, thank you, kind strangers, for your literal warmth…and for reminding one grumpy girl why she should just pack extra gloves and smiles next year. Besides, my fingers never looked more patriotic!
Kimerer is a Trib/Vindy columnist with sunshine in her heart but whose hands could turn water to ice in July. Visit her warm blog www.patriciakimerer.com
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Of all the regrets I've ever known anyone to utter, never have I ever heard...
"I wish I'd have worked a heckuva a lot MORE."
"Man! Why'd I spend so MUCH time with my family."
"I regret being so KIND to others."
"I donated WAY TOO MUCH to charity."
"We should have moved FURTHER north...and not until we were in our 90s."
Okay fine, that last one is just me being a cold-weather hater but you get it.
Love. Lots. That is all.
#BeKind #GiveOfYourself #LoveOneAnother #Pray #Peace
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I've done it. I know you have, too, so don't bother to deny it.
I have needlessly, senselessly, wantonly and with full malice made the choice to listen to, view or otherwise experience something I know FULL WELL will make me cry. Every. Single. Time.
The question isn't "Do I do this to myself?" rather, "WHY do I do this to myself?" Often and repeatedly. #GluttonForPunishment Fine; I'm a crier. Whatever.
TBH, the list of things that make PK well up is longer than Santa's nice and naughty tallies combined. For the past century. Times a thousand.
Happiness, sadness, appreciation, frustration, humiliation, love, compassion, anxiety, friendship, pride, patriotism, empathy ... um, extreme hunger? Not really...I get more hangry than weepy then. Either way.
If it's remotely emotive, I'm usually good for at least a sniffle. Make no mistake; this is not a sign of weakness in me or other criers. It's just a signal that you're dealing with someone who cares. Like, a lot.
But also, maybe is slightly daffy. Okay, now I am speaking only for myself.
Because even though I know where it's leading when I watch "The Notebook" or that viral video of the abused puppy wailing because a human is trying to pet him and he doesn't understand gentleness...
Or listen to Luciano Pavarotti's rendition of "Nessun Dorma" or read "The Shack" ... or catch even a glimpse of that commercial for Disney World where the little girl is playing with Cinderella and then going off to college the next minute ...
Yep, I am fully cognizant of the fact that it's gonna tear me up every day of the week and twice on Sunday, Capisce? Still I do it.
I guess because it reminds me of what's important: loving the Big Guy and being grateful for all the peeps and many additional blessings He gave me; treating the other humans well and doing my best to live life honorably and kindly.
Well, that, plus, sometimes a girl just needs a good cry, a'ight? Don't judge. #LetItOut #ItsOKToCry #BeKind #Pray #Peace
SPONSORS: www.linkedin.com/in/jimdascenzo/ www.companycasuals.com/stitchart/start.jsp/ Lk 1: Mary said, "Behold, I am the handmaid of the Lord. May it be done to me according to your word."
At my day job, I like to describe myself as a "Morale Officer" ... and a "Wayfinder".
Though my official capacity is in Communications & Marketing, I'm actually rather proud of being something of the Company Confidant, you know?
Because, the earth-dwellers I spend about 60 hours a week with at that big building where I'm employed? Gosh, I am humbled and happy to say at least a fair amount of them come to pk for a whole lotta stuff every Monday through Friday. And sometimes beyond, yo.
And guess what? Old pk is always more than happy to lend a hand...and a big 'ol smile.
I guess some would view it as menial but helping people find answers to plain old, everyday questions or bolstering them with then need a shot of confidence or just reassuring them that they have purpose, meaning, and value in the workplace --and in the worldplace? Well, that's a pretty important position for a human, IMHO.
And it's a responsibility I bear seriously and gratefully. After all, showing kindness to friends, colleagues, neighbors and even nemeses (especially them, I suppose) is the main #1 point of life here on the third rock.
So, when a random stranger finds the cell phone I am FREAKING OUT over misplacing at a crowded night spot and turns it into the LOST & FOUND completely unscathed...
Or somebody I've never even glimpsed pays for my coffee at the drive-through at 5AM...
Or a co-worker leaves a thoughtful, beautiful, heartfelt Christmas surprise on my desk on a rainy Monday...
Well, that makes me feel more like a VIP than any CEO title ever could, you dig? Allow me to say a gigantic "I Got Your Back" to those entrusting me to show them kindness; I promise to try my best to NEVER let you down.
And to those giving the love to pk? Un Milione Grazie You sure know how to restore an old gal's faith in mankind, Capisce?
Especially during this time of year, let's all try extra hard to do a little good, a'ight? The resulting feels -- well, they're the real deal.
#ThanksForYourThoughtfulness #PayItForward #SeasonOfGiving #BeKind #Pray #Peace
SPONSORS: www.linkedin.com/in/jimdascenzo/ www.companycasuals.com/stitchart/start.jsp/ Lk 3: Prepare the way of the Lord, make straight his paths: all flesh shall see the salvation of God.
Exactly 20 years ago today (down to the moment, depending on when you read the paper?), I brought home the best early Christmas present I ever will receive: my baby boy.
Yep, it was cold and snowy on December 8, 1999.
I remember clearly because the chilled air had me wrapping that infant tighter than Ebeneezer Scrooge clutches a dollar bill, know what I’m sayin’?
Soon, he and I were wheeled out into the parking lot of the hospital where on December 6 (two-and-a-half weeks early!), Kyle Kimerer made his big entrance on the third rock ... and his mother nearly made her exit.
Yeah, I almost bought the farm shortly after delivering my little angel, but that’s okay, since that’s the day my life really started, anyway.
So, Daddy drove us slowly, carefully home and upon arrival, that little guy and I made our way out of the car --and into the world-- together.
I honestly do not recall my pre-Kyle existence. I can tell you one thing, it wasn’t nearly as fabulous though I was unconvinced in those first few moments. Okay, days. Fine, weeks.
As mentioned, I almost checked out post-delivery. Ergo, I wasn’t feeling 100 percent. Or 90…or even 60, if I’m being honest, yo.
That, coupled with the fact that our little bundle was suffering from severe reflux disorder made that first year a bit, um, how would I describe it…terrifying? Yeah, that about sums it up.
If only I could go back in time and calm down long enough to ENJOY new motherhood… well, I might not be completely gray without a monthly visit from Ms. Clairol today, Capisce?
Either way, in honor of Kyle’s 20th birthday, I’m giving myself (and all new parents) the gift of a letter to my “New Mommy” self:
Congratulations, girl; you did it! You survived childbirth…okay, it wasn’t pretty, but you’re here. And more importantly, so is that perfect, amazing new little human you and your hubby made. Well done!
Look, it’s not always going to be smooth sailing. He’s going to cry. He’s going to puke. He’s going to scream for four-and-a-half solid hours at least once. Seriously.
He will fall down; he will get hurt – he’ll needs casts and stitches and spike fevers higher than the surface of Venus (yeah, it’s hotter than Mercury, I Googled it; you’ll understand “Google” later).
He’s going to tell you he hates you; he doesn’t. He’s going to tell you he doesn’t need you; he does.
Some kid will push him around and some girl will mess with his feels. You will get him through it…and stalk both of them until the time is right to retaliate. Just kidding! Well, mostly.
You’re going to make mistakes with him. He’ll be fine; so will you.
Everyone will give you advice – some kindly, some not so much. Listen to your doctor, your Mom, and your own instincts because they’re spot on.
Breathe, girl. You’re keeping him warm, safe, educated, vaccinated, and grounded in faith and hope. That, plus your deep, unconditional, never-question-it love is all he really needs.
And you couldn’t weaken that bond even if you tried.
In fact, every single day, you’ll arise thinking: “I could not love this child more.” Every day, you’ll prove yourself wrong.
Just be there for him; hold his tiny hands as long as you can. They’ll be bigger than yours– and opening their own doors-- before you know it.
Relax. Hang in there; you got this.
Kimerer is a Vindy/Trib columnist and proud Mom of the world’s most spectacular 20-year-old. Visit her blog: www.patriciakimerer.com
SPONSORS: www.linkedin.com/in/jimdascenzo/ www.companycasuals.com/stitchart/start.jsp/ Ps 27: The LORD is my light and my salvation; whom should I fear?
Happy 20th Birthday to the absolute light of my life, Kyle Kimerer...love you more than anything, kiddo!
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As I stepped out of the tub this morning, I grabbed it.
That big, fluffy, brand spanking new maroon towel Kerry got for me recently...with all the best intentions, by the by. #ThanksForTryingHon
And, even though it wasn't my first samba with that sucker, I gave it another try.
Because I knew, from past experience, that I was about to wrap myself up in one of the biggest, prettiest and most useless bath towels ever known to mankind, yo.
That thing stinks...and I don't mean literally, I mean in terms of practicality.
I took a deep breath and extended the worthless piece of fabric across my shoulder blades...shuddering and patting; patting and shuddering.
Sure enough, I stayed wetter than the ham bone submerged at the bottom of a pot of soup, you dig?
"Oh how I LOVE being soaking, sopping, dripping wet on a chilly northeast Ohio morning!" SAID. NO. ONE. EVER.
That's when I noticed it out of the corner of the eye I could keep pried open despite shivering and squinting as I hopped over to the baseboard heater.
It was that old, ugly lime green towel; streaked with not only bleach spots but also black hair dye from, er, I guess a guest? #ImReallyTotallyGray
I love that icky old thing. It's like the "Old Faithful" of towels in our house. It matches NOTHING. It's completely un-presentable for when company arrives.
It's faded and fraying around the edges. It likely predates our nearly 25-year marriage; no one is even sure where it came from?
And yet, that is the most absorbent, warm, soft towel you could possibly ever hope to envelop around yourself on a cool AM, a'ight?
So remember, just because a sight (or a human?) is lovely to behold on the outside doesn't mean it'll ultimately be what gives you warmth and comfort. Likewise, a seemingly unsightly or sour somethin' (or somebody?) might actually be the most reliable source of strength you'll ever want or need.
I may not be a supermodel, but I'm true blue. When it comes to my fam/peeps, I GOT YOU --- even when I or it ain't pretty -OK?
In a world full of superficial, surface beauty ... be someone's loyal, gorgeous-where-it-counts, old, ugly towel, Capsice?
#ItsWhatsInsideThatMatters #Loyalty #Integrity #Pray #Peace
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