I used to weigh in almost daily right after the surgery, excited to watch the scale leap downwards. Of course, after the initial weight fell off and I “leveled off”, I was discouraged that I wasn’t still losing 5 pounds a week! In fact, once I lost 10% of my body weight, I plateaued for almost 6 weeks. But, I kept working at it diligently and got over that plateau; and was delighted when the scale starting dropping again. Now I weigh in much less frequently. I let my clothes and my reflection be my guide. I actually enjoy looking at myself in the mirror now… my shape is really starting to look much smoother and I am wearing clothes I had boxed up 12 years ago and expected never to see again! Since most of them are out-dated, I allow myself to splurge on a new item or two as I keep dropping sizes. (On a side note, I put on a T-shirt I wore a lot last year, and it imply looked ridiculous on me this summer! I loved that feeling!)
It’s been two weeks since I’ve “weighed in”. Last year, that statement might have caused me to break out in a rash, have heart palpitations, and become drenched in sweat. This year, I seriously look forward to jumping on the scale! This morning’s result? 87 pounds lost since surgery date! Two weeks left to my “anniversary”! Will I reach 90 pounds? That is such a huge goal… and one I NEVER expected to see – even in 5 years –just by diet and exercise alone.
Thanks Dr. Naim! Thanks oBand Surgical Center!
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Thursday, July 7, 2011
oBand blogspot #1
I just voiced another oBand commercial today. How lucky am I to be tied to such a great company (both oBand and Go Country 105, of course!)?!
And this is the blogspot I created for the Go Country 105 microsite on their webpage:
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photo credit: see earlier credits in prior blog entries
And this is the blogspot I created for the Go Country 105 microsite on their webpage:
I have never successfully lost weight with a diet or exercise regime, certainly never more than 40 pounds at a time, and kept it all off longer than 3 months. Once I got bored with it or my body became used to the change, I usually I gained all the weight back, and then some extra, just for safe keeping. I finally gave up trying because if I ignored my weight problem and food intake, I would gain slower than if I tried to diet! So when I initially learned of the LapBand, I was pretty skeptical. I doubted it would work for me… nothing else had. When I decided now was the time, I was still insecure at first. But I figured if I only lost 50 pounds because of the procedure, it would still be 50 pounds I could not have lost on my own, and I would have the tools in place to maintain that weight in the future. Why wait?
After attending a few seminars and doing some research on the procedure, I connected with oBand Surgery Centers and met with Dr. Naim. The staff at the oBand Center are great, and they were confident this would work for me. I became confident that I would be successful, too. My goal was lofty, in my opinion… I wanted to lose 75 pounds in the one year after my surgery.
My life-changing appointment with Dr. Naim at the oBand Center was almost 11 months ago. I never dreamed I would meet AND then exceed my goals. To date, I have lost over 80 pounds and now I hope to exceed 85 pounds by the one year anniversary of my new lease on life!
Check in on me in about 6 weeks, will you? I will be the one shouting my joy from the rooftops!
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Hey folks! I'm still here!
I updated my latest weight loss in on www.myfitnesspal.com and was really stoked to go back to my blog and see "70" staring back at me. WOW. That's pretty heavy stuff! 70 pounds!!!
So what's happened since I went to oBand Surgery Center on August 13th, 2010?
So what's happened since I went to oBand Surgery Center on August 13th, 2010?
- I've lost at least 12 inches off my hips/waist.
- I've lost 4 full dress sizes... I even got into a fun cocktail dress from back in the day - that looked GREAT - that was 5 sizes down from my highest regular size. I won't count the one size above regular that I bought when I was 8 months pregnant with the Twinkies or the other few larger sizes with very unforgiving fabrics.
- I've lost 3 notches on my watch, which originally was pretty snug on the very last hole...
- I've lost 5 bathing suit sizes. It really felt good to hit the pool this summer!!
- I've lost at least 6 inches from around my back/chest.
- I've lost 2 cup sizes. Not so awesome. Oh well.
- I've lost my mind...wait, that was the lobotomy I got recently.
- I've even lost a width of a shoe size.
- A little inhibition. I still do want to crawl into a corner when the spotlight is on me, but I'm less likely to avoid the camera flashes. I even voluntarily got up and did some karaoke at a twins convention this weekend!
- A little humility. In a good way of course... I am happy to accept compliments now. I love it when friends and family goes out of their way to tell me how great I look. I actually say thank you, and mean it. And I don't feel like I am fishing for them... they come naturally and easily. I still sometimes blush. ;-)
- confidence.
- happiness.
- more friends - because I'm exuding the aforementioned confidence and happiness!
- and apparently, "longer arms" because I can wrap them around other people farther!
Friday, March 11, 2011
Freaky Friday
So I managed to lose 8 pounds in the past 24 hours. Oh yeah, you heard me right. And all I had to was lay there and sleep. You want this magic pill too, don'tcha?
Stomach flu rocks.
Stomach flu rocks.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Tough it up Thursday
Wow... it's been another week of non-stop stuff. I just have to share because it's no wonder I got sick this morning. Plus people claim my stories crack them up... we'll see if the comments reflect that this time. This story is not for the sensitive or faint of heart. It's T.M.I. to the max.
On Monday, I had the most fabulous 100-minute deep tissue massage. Special treat to myself for my crappy Valentine's Day! I know, you're all foaming-at-the-mouth jealous of me, right? Later that day, I was as sore as I would have been had I actually worked out for that length of time instead of being a bump on a bed having someone else do all the work. My Purple Twinkie fell asleep in my arms that night and as I rose to walk her up the stairs, I felt every pound of her in my body... each step seemed like an impossible feat, but I did it. I got her upstairs and tucked in bed. Whew. Later as I got my first tall glass of water late in the evening (oops), I felt like I was hit by a truck... sore all over, but I got my water and plopped on the couch. The cat came over for some love then walked away somewhere. Next thing I know, there is 24 ounces of ice cold water splashing the back of my neck... thanks kitty. I leave most of it where it fell because I was too sore to bend over and clean it! D'oh! I never got up to refill, either. Low on ice. My own fault there.
Are you feeling even slightly sorry for me yet?
Tuesday morning, I realized I was still on weekend night time schedule, but unfortunately back on weekday wake up schedule... 5 hours was just not enough. And I was still sore. Like really sore. I do all the normal mommy things for a Tuesday morning... unload the dishwasher, make waffles, load up the dishwasher, run a load of laundry... looking at the clock, hoping 11 AM would come sometime soon and my Danish salvation (aka New Nanny) would appear to do my bidding. I needed an energy drink to kick start my day. Even though it was 10 am and that was the first thing I had since waking a little after 6. I hit the road at 12 to make my way to West LA and decided I needed the biggest ice tea ever at a Jack in the Box along the way... that oughta hit the spot.
I can hear my mother now saying... TAMI! DRINK YOUR WATER! I turned mom's voice off. The ice tea was tart and bitter (no sugar... I was being good) but somehow I needed that.
Around 5 pm, I got that weird feeling. You know, down there. Wait a minute... The ice tea was gone an hour ago, so why do I need to pee again? And again? Uh oh. And again! Oh no... this is not good. And again.
It's starting to get miserable but I have enough work to keep me busy until 8pm, so I really need to stay. Finally I gave up and drove straight to a gas station for 3 bottles of outrageously priced cranberry juice. That oughta help. (My mom, now coming in clear as a bell... WATER WATER WATER!!!) Ok, all three bottles down the hatch, with a water chaser just for mom. Cool.
Oh wait, not cool. After 45 minutes on the road, with the last leg of my trek at the horizon.... a sign that says 57 South Closed. Take Detour. Ok, now I gotta pee, folks, and I'm in PAIN. Not just full bladder pain, but aching kidney pain that was screaming, forget the detour, go to the ER stat!!! I take the detour. I think I know better than the sign pointing the opposite way of where I want to go, so I go my way (again mom is in my head tsk'ing at me for being so stubborn and ignoring the detour signs). I should mention that I am new to the area, it was pitch black out, and my car was starting to run on empty. I make it all the way to the canyon road I knew about and see a freeway on ramp. I decide to go for it. Except it was west-bound only. Not east. Or south. Either way would have worked... Illegal U-turn, and find the correct on ramp - yay! Except it too was closed. Are ya kidding me? Back to the canyon route and off I go on a super dark adventure Nanny and I used to call "unintentional exploration." 15 minutes later and I found the on ramp that would drop me at home in 5 minutes.
I almost scream when I use the restroom. Obvious kidney distress... I grab the iPod and head straight to the ER. Finally back at home, I can't sleep until after 2:30 AM due to the horrendous bladder pain.
At 4 AM, the Purple Twincess climbs into bed with me. Too tired to care, I let her.
Suddenly I was being poked in the back. Poke. Poke. Poke. Ahhh.... #4, my Pink Twinkie decided to wake me up a little after 6. She climbs into bed to find #1 sleeping and they decide to get into a pushing match over the spot next to mommy. So... sleep is out of the question. Time to go be a mom. At least I'm not in tears due to the pain, but it still hurts enough to hurry downstairs and load up on the meds again.
This time, gotta get kids ready for preschool and take New Nanny on some errands. I drop off the Twincesses, then drop Nanny off, and the Twinkies and I head out on our adventure for the morning. Chantings of "hamburger hamburger hamburger" fill the car. Really? It's 10:30!! Well OK, sure, hamburgers it is. The kids split a burger combo and I get a 3-piece chicken strip box from Carl's Junior. At 11:15, Nanny needs a ride to the bank so we wrap it up and grab her from her appointment just a block away.
Suddenly I felt nauseous... the meds, the chicken, the lack of sleep... it all was too much. I pulled over to "visit" a bush in a parking lot and step out of the car. As I did, my sore body screamed in pain and when I bent over to throw up, I pulled a muscle and practically hit the floor. Seriously, I just pulled a muscle in my BUTT. How does one do that??!??! I guess I am just "special", or something, to be able to pull that one off.
Off to grab the Twincesses, drop off Nanny and the Twinkies at home, take the Twincesses to a play date then come home at 3, exhausted beyond words. We also said goodbye to "old Nanny" that afternoon. She is on a plane to Holland in the morning. Lots of tears from my girls, and me. More toxins and emotions being dumped into the cesspool now known as "Tami."
I spent the rest of the day, literally unable to stand up straight. I yelped each time I sat down, stood up, walked or bent over. I was worthless. But I *was* drinking my water with vigor! (Mom is clapping now... and telling me to take my "greens").
Unfortunately, the damage was already done. I dumped too many toxins in my body by having that massage and NOT drinking my water. I added insult to injury by then having to take antibiotics to kick the kidney infection. I didn't take my greens fast enough. I realized late that night that I was on the verge of getting a cold. I ignored my mom's voice telling me to take another handful of greens and drink a ton of water, and instead stayed up working until 1:30. This was on less than 4 hours of sleep from the prior night, too.... I was lucky enough to get barely 4 more hours of sleep Wednesday night, and awoke Thursday with a full blown cold. That'll teach me. (Nope, probably not.)
Oh yeah... are you jealous of my 100-minute massage NOW?
On Monday, I had the most fabulous 100-minute deep tissue massage. Special treat to myself for my crappy Valentine's Day! I know, you're all foaming-at-the-mouth jealous of me, right? Later that day, I was as sore as I would have been had I actually worked out for that length of time instead of being a bump on a bed having someone else do all the work. My Purple Twinkie fell asleep in my arms that night and as I rose to walk her up the stairs, I felt every pound of her in my body... each step seemed like an impossible feat, but I did it. I got her upstairs and tucked in bed. Whew. Later as I got my first tall glass of water late in the evening (oops), I felt like I was hit by a truck... sore all over, but I got my water and plopped on the couch. The cat came over for some love then walked away somewhere. Next thing I know, there is 24 ounces of ice cold water splashing the back of my neck... thanks kitty. I leave most of it where it fell because I was too sore to bend over and clean it! D'oh! I never got up to refill, either. Low on ice. My own fault there.
Are you feeling even slightly sorry for me yet?
Tuesday morning, I realized I was still on weekend night time schedule, but unfortunately back on weekday wake up schedule... 5 hours was just not enough. And I was still sore. Like really sore. I do all the normal mommy things for a Tuesday morning... unload the dishwasher, make waffles, load up the dishwasher, run a load of laundry... looking at the clock, hoping 11 AM would come sometime soon and my Danish salvation (aka New Nanny) would appear to do my bidding. I needed an energy drink to kick start my day. Even though it was 10 am and that was the first thing I had since waking a little after 6. I hit the road at 12 to make my way to West LA and decided I needed the biggest ice tea ever at a Jack in the Box along the way... that oughta hit the spot.
I can hear my mother now saying... TAMI! DRINK YOUR WATER! I turned mom's voice off. The ice tea was tart and bitter (no sugar... I was being good) but somehow I needed that.
Around 5 pm, I got that weird feeling. You know, down there. Wait a minute... The ice tea was gone an hour ago, so why do I need to pee again? And again? Uh oh. And again! Oh no... this is not good. And again.
It's starting to get miserable but I have enough work to keep me busy until 8pm, so I really need to stay. Finally I gave up and drove straight to a gas station for 3 bottles of outrageously priced cranberry juice. That oughta help. (My mom, now coming in clear as a bell... WATER WATER WATER!!!) Ok, all three bottles down the hatch, with a water chaser just for mom. Cool.
Oh wait, not cool. After 45 minutes on the road, with the last leg of my trek at the horizon.... a sign that says 57 South Closed. Take Detour. Ok, now I gotta pee, folks, and I'm in PAIN. Not just full bladder pain, but aching kidney pain that was screaming, forget the detour, go to the ER stat!!! I take the detour. I think I know better than the sign pointing the opposite way of where I want to go, so I go my way (again mom is in my head tsk'ing at me for being so stubborn and ignoring the detour signs). I should mention that I am new to the area, it was pitch black out, and my car was starting to run on empty. I make it all the way to the canyon road I knew about and see a freeway on ramp. I decide to go for it. Except it was west-bound only. Not east. Or south. Either way would have worked... Illegal U-turn, and find the correct on ramp - yay! Except it too was closed. Are ya kidding me? Back to the canyon route and off I go on a super dark adventure Nanny and I used to call "unintentional exploration." 15 minutes later and I found the on ramp that would drop me at home in 5 minutes.
I almost scream when I use the restroom. Obvious kidney distress... I grab the iPod and head straight to the ER. Finally back at home, I can't sleep until after 2:30 AM due to the horrendous bladder pain.
At 4 AM, the Purple Twincess climbs into bed with me. Too tired to care, I let her.
Suddenly I was being poked in the back. Poke. Poke. Poke. Ahhh.... #4, my Pink Twinkie decided to wake me up a little after 6. She climbs into bed to find #1 sleeping and they decide to get into a pushing match over the spot next to mommy. So... sleep is out of the question. Time to go be a mom. At least I'm not in tears due to the pain, but it still hurts enough to hurry downstairs and load up on the meds again.
This time, gotta get kids ready for preschool and take New Nanny on some errands. I drop off the Twincesses, then drop Nanny off, and the Twinkies and I head out on our adventure for the morning. Chantings of "hamburger hamburger hamburger" fill the car. Really? It's 10:30!! Well OK, sure, hamburgers it is. The kids split a burger combo and I get a 3-piece chicken strip box from Carl's Junior. At 11:15, Nanny needs a ride to the bank so we wrap it up and grab her from her appointment just a block away.
Suddenly I felt nauseous... the meds, the chicken, the lack of sleep... it all was too much. I pulled over to "visit" a bush in a parking lot and step out of the car. As I did, my sore body screamed in pain and when I bent over to throw up, I pulled a muscle and practically hit the floor. Seriously, I just pulled a muscle in my BUTT. How does one do that??!??! I guess I am just "special", or something, to be able to pull that one off.
Off to grab the Twincesses, drop off Nanny and the Twinkies at home, take the Twincesses to a play date then come home at 3, exhausted beyond words. We also said goodbye to "old Nanny" that afternoon. She is on a plane to Holland in the morning. Lots of tears from my girls, and me. More toxins and emotions being dumped into the cesspool now known as "Tami."
I spent the rest of the day, literally unable to stand up straight. I yelped each time I sat down, stood up, walked or bent over. I was worthless. But I *was* drinking my water with vigor! (Mom is clapping now... and telling me to take my "greens").
Unfortunately, the damage was already done. I dumped too many toxins in my body by having that massage and NOT drinking my water. I added insult to injury by then having to take antibiotics to kick the kidney infection. I didn't take my greens fast enough. I realized late that night that I was on the verge of getting a cold. I ignored my mom's voice telling me to take another handful of greens and drink a ton of water, and instead stayed up working until 1:30. This was on less than 4 hours of sleep from the prior night, too.... I was lucky enough to get barely 4 more hours of sleep Wednesday night, and awoke Thursday with a full blown cold. That'll teach me. (Nope, probably not.)
Oh yeah... are you jealous of my 100-minute massage NOW?
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
A whole bunch of a lot of things...
Update time!
My new Danish au pair totally rocks. She's been here for about 10 days so far and is proving to be a great match for our family! We had a blast celebrating a Danish holiday today. The girls dressed up in princess outfits, nanny as a witch, and me in my LA Kings hockey jersey (complete with black eyes and "missing teeth") - which is so not cool in the O.C.! We hit a barrel (pinata) with a cat (candy) inside and ate these incredible homemade buns with pudding and frosting. I really have no idea what it was all about but it is supposed to be similar to Halloween. Good times!
I like to follow other multiple mom's blog's and one multiples community blogsite featured me today! Check out my post at Multiples.... and More. Better yet, go send them some bloggy love too! I know I will, as soon as 1) I wake up, or 2) find an English computer that works, or 3) get to work ad hijack their laptop!
Have a great day, dear readers!!
I went to the gym today and my weigh in was 51.2 pounds down from surgery day! Yay me! I still feel guilty for losinng weight even when I do NOTHING to help my cause. I think I found the ice cream stash more than once this week - shhhhh! Don't tell!
My new Danish au pair totally rocks. She's been here for about 10 days so far and is proving to be a great match for our family! We had a blast celebrating a Danish holiday today. The girls dressed up in princess outfits, nanny as a witch, and me in my LA Kings hockey jersey (complete with black eyes and "missing teeth") - which is so not cool in the O.C.! We hit a barrel (pinata) with a cat (candy) inside and ate these incredible homemade buns with pudding and frosting. I really have no idea what it was all about but it is supposed to be similar to Halloween. Good times!
In fact, today I am guesting on nanny's laptop because mine decided today to not work anymore. It is realllllly weird typing with a Danish computer... the keyboard is full of those funny letters like the 'o' with a slash through it, the Æ letters and all that Scandinavian jazz. So if there is a typo, you will have to forgive me until I can edit this thing on a computer that speaks my language! Danish spell check thinks every word is wrong!! And, the screen is so tiny, that I can fit my entire palm on the screen and fill it up completely, so I can't even see what I am writing!
I like to follow other multiple mom's blog's and one multiples community blogsite featured me today! Check out my post at Multiples.... and More. Better yet, go send them some bloggy love too! I know I will, as soon as 1) I wake up, or 2) find an English computer that works, or 3) get to work ad hijack their laptop!
Have a great day, dear readers!!
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
My Valentine's Day
At 7, we all get up to face the day. Another breathing treatment for #2, breakfast, then off to school for the Twincesses, complete with Valentine's cards and pink rice krispie treats for the class, and then off to "Toddler Boot Camp" with the Twinados (whom I think I will renamed the Twinkies now that they don't leave a path of total destruction in their wake). At noon, I pick up the Twincesses to find a pink note from the teachers: "Don't bring your sick kids to school!" Gotta love their memory ... when I dropped of #2 I told them she had an asthma attack. No big deal, but yeah, the girl can't breathe and she's going to cough! If they didn't want her there, at that time was when you should say, why don't you take her home.... right?
Lunch, then another breathing treatment for #2, and then I called the doctor's office for an appointment. I told the operator she was having a pretty bad asthma attack and the home nebulizer treatments weren't working too well. The first appointment I could get was for 7:30 at night. Really? I got a text from the hubby, "horrible day at work, I feel terrible, love you!" Poor hubby - just a few more hours until he can come home. It's 1:30 and it's nap time for all (including me).
Hubby comes home at 4pm, exhausted from his day and just passes out cold. I felt terrible waking him up at 6:30 so I could take my pink Twincess to the doctor's appointment. We left at 6:35 to drive out a half hour to the urgent care center they sent us to (because the center 0.3 miles from my new home was closed at 5pm), where my daughter struggled to breathe until 8:45 when we were finally seen by the doctor. We got home at 10:45 and I finally managed to calm down #2, who was so whacked out on breathing meds that her poor little heart looked like it was trying to escape her body!
I climbed into bed at 11:30 and accidentally woke my husband who gave me a sleepy, almost obligatory kiss, and rolled over again, in anticipation of his 2:30am alarm.
It truly is love that will allow for a Valentine's Day like this. There was no hurt feelings for lack of exchange of cards, for seeing each other in person for all of 9 minutes for the entire day, no wonderful dinner (well, the kids and I had a great steak dinner during hubby's nap... since he doesn't eat beef!), no flowers, no candy or chocolate. Without true love, this could have been a day of bitterness and resentment. Instead I am grateful I was able to spend time with all of my kids during the day, and even more grateful for my husband and the great provider that he is. And, I did get to go out on a date... but it was to the hospital rather than a movie, and I had a kid with me instead of a spouse.
As for February 15? Well, apparently Groundhog's Day moved because it's been a repeat so far!
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
The funniest place you've ever nursed or changed a diaper!
I was just visiting MomBloggersClub website and saw a title that tickled my fancy... I clicked on Granola Grizzly Mama's site to check out her latest post. First of all, I liked her name. Random thing about me... the vast majority of my new mom friends (i.e. friends I met while pregnant or BECAUSE I had kids) are the more naturalistic "crunchy" breastfeedin', natural-birthin' kind of mamas. And I am so not. But I think I would have been if my circumstances were different. I digress... The post was about the funnier or more unusual places Granola Grizzly Mama nursed her babies "on the go," so this is my take on it (which is pretty much like my response on her posting, but I added to it!) And, I just had to change the rules.
If I could recall all the places I've changed a diaper on the fly, that would be an impressive list. For the past 4 1/2 years, I have had at least 2 in diapers and for well over 1 year, I had 4 in diapers. No... my kids aren't still peeing themselves into the 3rd grade... I just had lots of kids in under 2 years. :-) I am the queen of changing twin toddler girls both in under a minute flat. It is possible, so long as it's just pee! So also note, when I am changing one diaper, chances are, my other 3 are strapped into the car, a stroller, all of them cloistered in one toilet stall, or out in public and told to hang onto my shirt with the fear of God put into them that if they let go, they will surely regret it.
So... I've changed diapers:
Do I win? Or can you top that?!
Photos courtesy of Google Images
If I could recall all the places I've changed a diaper on the fly, that would be an impressive list. For the past 4 1/2 years, I have had at least 2 in diapers and for well over 1 year, I had 4 in diapers. No... my kids aren't still peeing themselves into the 3rd grade... I just had lots of kids in under 2 years. :-) I am the queen of changing twin toddler girls both in under a minute flat. It is possible, so long as it's just pee! So also note, when I am changing one diaper, chances are, my other 3 are strapped into the car, a stroller, all of them cloistered in one toilet stall, or out in public and told to hang onto my shirt with the fear of God put into them that if they let go, they will surely regret it.
- in a car (in the trunk, back seat chair, back seat floor, drivers and passenger seats and passenger floor, and with child standing on the tailgate)
- at a park
- at the mall
- in grocery stores
- at Disneyland (in line at a ride)
- at the zoo (on the tram)
- on the Queen Mary (out on the deck)
- at the beach
- at a concert (during a song, of course)
- at church
- on the ledge of a pool
- on a bus bench
- in a booth at a restaurant (yeah, I'm one of those moms but only if I am certain no one will notice what I am doing)
- at a bar in a country club (did I mention I was one of those moms too?!)
- on the set of Dexter, Two and a Half Men, Ghost Whisperer, and According to Jim (yep, studio exec's just love me for that... and Charlie Sheen may have been slightly annoyed)
- I am sure the list can go on and on and on... but my memory is pathetic sometimes.
Do I win? Or can you top that?!
Photos courtesy of Google Images
Thursday, December 16, 2010
The plateau has been conquered!
So my recent post about plateaus keeping me down? Not so much anymore. I busted through that bad boy finally... right at Thanksgiving, which is so random! And, I'm steadily losing weight again. About 1-2 pounds a week, without much on the exercise front. Again I wonder to myself how much weight I would have lost had I been pumpin' iron, running around the neighborhood or hittin' an eliptical machine!
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Sinterklaas
The Dutch have a Sinterklaas tradition that mirrors the American folklore of the breaded man in a red suit with his magical helpers and flying stabled animal friends. I spent a few minutes really thinking about their traditions, and I don't think its gonna fly as a mainstream thing over on this side of the pond. They are SO un-PC that to even mention some of these things in passing makes me lookout for possible retaliation! Yet, it is based on this holiday that our own Santa Claus tradition was born. I can see why we changed things up a bit! I'll break it down for you:
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