― Anita Renfroe
It is only fitting that I wrap up our Thanksgiving memories by commemorating the Top 5 Lows of the day.
- Halfway through roasting the turkey, we noticed the oven wasn’t working. As we frantically punched the buttons and repeatedly opened and closed the door (because this really helps), we realized we were screwed. After much head scratching and uncensored cursing, Chef Gabe suggested we crank it up to its highest setting – 600 degrees. Miraculously, the oven heat skyrocketed to approximately 200 degrees which is better than 0. So that, and some selective microwaving, gave us an edible bird by the time dinner rolled around at 7:30.
- Once we confidently averted the botulism crisis and were joyfully going about setting the table, we heard a loud crash in the kitchen. Lo and behold, our undermount 500 pound kitchen sink had unglued/detached/given up, and fallen to the bottom of the cabinet. I
screamedasked the boys to find a fix for this dilemma and pronto. An hour later they returned with four car jacks from Walmart, and set about riggingelevating the sink to a semblance of its natural position under the counter. Chef Gabe was just bursting problem-solving skills.
- Still undeterred and ever hopeful for a pleasant Thanksgiving, I told Ramon to fire up the barbecue in order to warm up the side dishes since clearly the turkey was going to take the full expected 18 hours to cook. Seconds into the process, the gas ran out. Off goes Ramon to the store for another tank of gas.
- Upon arrival, my sister’s family joyfully started bringing in her delectable contributions, including baked goods (among them my most favorite Raspberry Almond Bars), roasted Brussels Sprouts and myriad libations which might lessen the
pissinessheaviness in my heart. Unfortunately, my brother-in-law dropped the bottles in our driveway and this party was destined to be as dry as a Baptist church during Summer revival.
- And as we cleared the tables, stored the left-overs and loaded up the dishwasher, we beamed thankfully for another successful holiday – despite the odds. It wasn’t until I awoke Friday morning to empty the dishwasher, that I realized everything was still dirty. The damn thing was busted. Done. Finished.
I can’t wait for this year to be over.
“A single grateful thought toward heaven is the most perfect prayer.”
-Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
- God’s unending blessings in my life.
- My family – splendid children, husband, mother, in-laws, siblings and nieces and nephews.
- The Meal. Let’s be serious, this is the focus of the day. I cook for hours in an attempt to deliver the perfect feast each year. After weeks of analyzing new recipes, reconsidering the tried and true, I end up serving up too much of both.
- Running. I ran the Thanksgiving 5K this morning, not only to earn my turkey (ri-ight), but in gratitude for an activity that has enhanced and redefined my life.
- Alexis is back in Georgia!
- 20 years of employment at the Happiness Factory.
- Chef Velez off-duty for the best holiday of the year.
- This great country.
- Spending a pre-holiday weekend in the capital with our DC based kids.
“Every finish line is the beginning of a new race.”
–L’il Wayne “I’m Into You”
With the year winding down, I ran race number 10. A sweet little 5K with several challenging hills in and around Emory University. At 43 degrees it was a bit chilly, but the brilliant sun made it perfect nevertheless.
Tempting me across the finish line – a delectable Yogli Mogli froyo reward. I have no shame when I say – I run for food.
“I believe with all my heart that America remains ‘the great idea’ that inspires the world. It is a privilege to be born here. It is an honor to become a citizen here. It is a gift to raise your family here, to vote here, and to live here.”
– Arnold Schwarzenegger (for once I agree with him)
As a naturalized citizen who was welcomed into these amazing United States of America, I take quite seriously the privilege of putting in my two cents worth on who will be our next leader.
Although I was born in Cuba and my heritage is solidly engrained in my soul, the USA is the country that facilitated the dreams and achievements I nurtured for myself, my husband and my children. In this country, nothing is impossible with hard work and faith.
In this country, I found home.
“Your feet must be hurting from kicking so much ass!”
– sign seen on Peachtree Street during race
I didn’t have one. I coveted and wished, but hadn’t committed to a race that rewarded me with one. Until yesterday. Thanks to my teammates, I finally got me some race bling at the 2012 Atlanta Marathon Relay. And it’s so fine.
I can also check off my wish to run a race with each of the kids this year. Done and done since together with Ramon, Alexis and Gabriel I completed the relay. We are team All About the Medal.
There ought to be a way to combine “autumn” and “morning” into one word,
the combination of the two is special enough to be its own entity. ~Terri Guillemets
Today I had the first sense of you. The temperature is a crisp 59 degrees and our front lawn is tentatively speckled with fallen leaves. I saw Flirt mightily sniffing at the fresh new air this morning. He knows you’re on your way, too.
Oh Fall, how I have missed you! I love the promise that you hold of a more colorful, reflective and rewarding time of year. You are my favorite, and I can’t wait to see you again.
“… everyone will have their 15 minutes of fame.” – Andy Warhol
My journey to wellness was recently highlighted in the Atlanta Journal Constitution (AJC) newspaper. A staff member at my health club recommended me for a story in the KP Corporate 5K Run newsletter which, in turn, generated the lead for AJC Health Section writer Michelle Brooks.
Now, how do I parlay this into an opportunity to help others achieve their goals and dreams?
“Always strive for constant and never-ending improvement
in everything you do.” – Jack Canfield
A new PR – 10.09. Single digits, here I come!
“Home is where the heart is.”
My first born has come home, and for that I am grateful. This is my idea of heaven – having all my kids on the East Coast and easily accessible.
However, I don’t minimize that she has made a huge sacrifice by moving home and leaving behind her beloved life in California. She will miss her Beechwood School and her students, her Santa Clara Vanguard Drum & Bugle Corps, and her precious apartment in Sunnyvale.
But most of all, she will miss her dear friends who have been her family, her refuge and her strength for the past six years. And for all they have been and given to her – I will miss them and love them forever, too.
“A friend is one who strengthens you with prayers, blesses you with love
and encourages you with hope.”
Another memorable girls’ weekend with a group of strong, intelligent, accomplished and loving friends. This annual weekend escape to Cindy’s Big Canoe retreat restores the mind, the soul and the heart. We hike, we eat, we talk and we disconnect from the demands of the real world. This time, we also attended a Banks & Shane concert which was great fun despite the unexpected rain showers!
Note to self: remember your blessings.