Thoughts on Being Exposed. Day 26.

Bridget Jones’s Update of Clean Detox Day 26 or Day 12: BMI: 24.6 (+/- 0.0) Meh. Activity Level: Workout baby. Work it on out.  Meditation: End of day, brief respite. Brief Observations: Improvements can be seen just 2 days since shuttlecocking the coconut.

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No, this is not about art.

(I’ve always liked this poster and it had “exposed” in the copy)

This is about allergies. Or, rather being exposed to them.

Allergic reactions are a funny thing, especially after being on the CLEAN detox for 26 days.

The coconut reaction was so definite there was little doubt that something was irritating my system.

But I’ve eaten coconut for years, decades even and had nary a reaction.

There is one possibility, additives. Perhaps there was an additive in the Whole Foods Organic Light coconut milk. Anyhow, I’ve had plenty of Thai food, take-out no less, so I’m sure I’ve been exposed to crappy, preservative-ladened food. But no tell-tale signs.

What I love about what I’ve been doing is that it gives me a clean slate. Prior to that, my system was like a bucket filled to the brim with toxins (showering in chlorinated water, eating whatever crossed my plate.) Often stress or a cold or a pint of Hagen Daz or the extra three cups of Turkish coffee and ttha bucket overflows. You get sick and stay sick. Mornings are dreaded. Energy sapped. Rashes appear. Acne. You feel bloated and tired. All the time.  At times like this things can get masked. Allergies masked. Even when tested by an allergist, you will find it’s only it’s a temporary snapshot of that day. Shows up one day, and not the next, and it is only an estimation at best.

So having done the Clean Detox for almost a month,  I have created the best possible environment to suss out what food negatively affects my system. I now know Coconut Milk (at least that specific kind) doesn’t work for me. As I end this Detox I will be easing back into “real food” world. I plan to handle it like a multi-variable equation (I was a math geek) playing with one variable at a time, whilst holding the rest stagnant. Try only dairy for few days, then try wheat.

I hope to slowly work through the list: dairy, wheat, eggs, and certain fruits to find out what exactly I’m allergic to.

My guess is that I will retain a lot from the Detox: the smoothies, the organic as much as I can, brown-rice pasta, sea salt. I really like the way I feel right now. Alert. Even. Calm.

Doing Clean has provided an invaluable opportunity and I am grateful.

Thanks Flames for introducing me to it.

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Detox Day 20 (JD:6) High Heels & Single Tasking

Bridget Jones’s Update of Day 20: BMI: 24.9 (+0.2) back up, let’s see how tomorrow is… Activity Level: Yoga Day 2. Committed to it, buying 10 passes. Goodness I love yoga, on tomorrow to-do buying a yoga mat.  Meditation: 6 minutes in Yoga looking for my 3rd eye. Heaven.  Brief Observations: No chills, so maybe that’s, as they say here in Boston, OH-VAH! Had to throw out the F.A. jeans. Yes, THE F.A. jeans. I’d burn them only me, matches and lighter fluid might not be a bright move. Day 20 of Clean Detox, this has been an incredible experience.  Head clear, sleeping like a baby, body feels great, skin clear. Yes, pretty awesome.

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Valentines Day.

With kids.

Not the most Romantic of scenarios, but my husband and I don’t put a lot of stock in Valentine’s Day.

I credit my husband with this, as he put it so eloquently, “Why do only ONE DAY to be romantic? I’d like to treat you special all year.”

So that being said, we try to make Valentine’s Day a family affair, and make it a day for each one of us to be extra-special to each other. We go to a family lunch, kids get valentine’s presents. I’m able to sneak out for an hour and half of yoga.

I also decided to wear heels.

All day.

By choice.

Having a husband that is 6′5″ , heels really work (Being 5′8″ I’m tall, but not that tall!) but I hardly ever wear them. I’m the chica that wears flats, or running shoes streaking after my kids who are usually running. Usually really fast.

So as an experiment, I decided to wear a pair of fabulous heels all day. Partly because it’s FAB to “dress up” for the day, partly the shoes were delish and partly because I wanted to see if I could do pair of heels all day long. Again, I’m the chica that wear basically sneakers. I’m no Victoria Beckham.

Now THAT lady can wear heels, even picking up one of her kids from school.

Seriously, I have proof:

So in my own experience of the all-day heel wearing, I found you can’t be the do-all, be-all Lady and Mommy on the go. Wearing heels all day, forces you to be deliberate.

One thing at a time.

Much to my surprise, my day in heels was an exercise in “Single-tasking.”

Today’s world is so fast, so connected, so multi-tasking that sometimes can be overwhelming.

One cannot be multi-tasking, can-do-it-all Lady or Mom in heels. It’s really let  all about being focused on the task at hand and planning ahead.

Some things I found out quite quickly:

One cannot run in heels.

One cannot keep running up and down stairs in heels for all the stray items you forget.

One cannot really pick up or clean the house in heels, no matter what those Men’s Magazines portray.

One cannot be hurried along or rushed in heels.

One cannot do a lot of errands in heels.

Now there is an exception. There always is.If you’ve been born in a culture that sticks you in 4″ heels upon puberty you can totally rock and do ANYTHING is heels. Anecdotal story: my sister had a Puerto Rican friend who, literally, always wore 4″ heels. Had since she was 13, as did all her sisters and friends. She told me she felt weird in flats or running shoes. I start to think Chinese foot binding,  by wearing them so young and consistently, your foot morphs to fit the heels, with tendons, and muscles all adjusting.As a result, those Puerto Rican ladies could probably run a freakin’ marathon in heels, let alone run around town doing errands.

So back to my single tasking. I also found that the heels gave me a wee-super power. My husband was more than happy to help with the “Darlin’, I can’t get to that/carry that… I’m in heels.” It became a little bit of a joke. But I think he was loving having me be almost to his nose, as the heels I choose had a half inch platform (see picture above.) All told, my total height was probably close to 6 feet. He primarily did the heavy lifting, and chasing after the kids, while I sashayed around the house with deliberate single-tasking purpose all day long. I bet I could have parlayed this into more but I didn’t, having showed unusual self-restraint with my new wee-super power.

Plus, now the cat’s outta the bag- he’s probably reading this. It’s OK, I’ll take one for the team on this… use my sacrifice wisely ladies.

Yes, use it wisely.

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DD14: Master Yoda and TheBets

Bridget Jones’s Update of Day 14: BMI: 25.1  (+/1 0.00) Activity Level: Nope, still recovering from throwing my back out 2 days ago. Meditation: No. Wish I could have fit it in. More and more important to get up early for both exercise and meditation. Or at least meditation.  Brief Observations: Little chills. Still wish I could take Advil.

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“Do or Not Do. There is no try.”

A great quote. Straight to the point.

Now I’ve been writing about my experiences with Clean Detox for over 2 weeks. The Good (great skin, clearer thinking) and the bad (eating cake batter a few days ago.) I’ve mentioned the online Clean Detox support site. I post my blogs and questions there, and have many of the great members give me comments, pointers, and help.

But yesterday, I nearly choked on my Carob-Blueberry-Spinach smoothie (it’s really good, don’t let the name turn you off,) when I saw Mr. Detox himself, Yoda of Clean, Dr. Alejandro Junger. He’s the author of Clean: The Revolutionary Program to Restore the Body’s Natural Ability to Heal Itself), which the diet I’ve been chit-chat-bloggity-blogging about for the past few weeks.

It was not exactly what I expected.

Perhaps I thought I’d get the “Atta girl” for dusting myself off and getting back on the Clean Horse again.

Instead I got tough love.

TheBetsy,
I’ll tell you what your biggest problem is, you are too funny for your own good.
you can laugh yourself out of any situation, and you almost laughed me out of pointing out that you are not really doing Le CLEAN Programme as me, Le Docteur, designed it.
And even though I’d rather read your posts than watch an episode of MONK, you are missing on the real benefits.
Whatever you decide to do, please don’t stop posting…

(Exerpt from Dr. Alejandro Junger response on TheBetsy on my.cleanprogram.com)

What? Now that was not what I expected. Confused, I asked for further elaboration and got:

Betsy,
what I meant was that the program I designed is without slips.
C’mon, is it such a big deal to not cheat for 21 days ?
Look at what is the possibility, and then think, were those spoons of whatever you slipped with worth it ?

(Exerpt from Dr. Alejandro Junger response to TheBetsy on my.cleanprogram.com)

Argh.

Drat. And a…

Oh no he didn’t.

(Yes, Uhmm, Betsy, he totally did.)

I got called out on a freakin’ diet. By the Guru. The Yoda of Clean. But there’s truth in what Dr. Yoda-Junger is saying.

“Do or not do. There is no try.”

I am no detox-Jedi, more like a wayward Padawan,  but I’d really like to be hardcore. I started hardcore. And I guess I was trying, not doing.

I put into perspective: I put myself through 14 days of radical diet change. I’ve been smoothie-ing, Sweat!ing on and attempting (!) to meditate. But was it all for nothing? Did my two spoonfuls cheat me from experiencing the full breadth and depth of the Detox?

And then this, as if to seal the deal:

LeBetsy,

I was just saying that LeClean I designed without slips, and even though nobody should quit and punish themselves for slipping, you won’t get the full benefit, and it may even be the difference between having a Good experience versus a mind-blowing-life-transforming one.
I just hate to see people cheating themselves from an amazing opportunity, so I’m a little tough.

I guess you will only know if you complete 21 days without cheating….

(Exerpt from Dr. Alejandro Junger response to TheBetsy on my.cleanprogram.com)

I guess I just got challenged.

Crap.

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DD13: Out and (Not) About

Bridget Jones’s Update of Day 13: BMI: Nope. See below. Activity Level: Nope. See below. Meditation: YES! While laying down (see below) I was able to quietly close eyes and do the “Sit on a chair feel every part of your body” exercise outlined in Clean Detox.  Brief Observations: Chills are subsiding but, the back pain supersedes all. Especially if you can’t take Advil.

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My back went out. An old college volleyball injury, I used to “whip” my back to gain power when I would hit. This, of course, bit me in the ass, so I was an 19 year-old going to physical therapy and told “[La Bets, you] have the back of a 50 year-old.”

Sweet.

Today, when I picked up Baby Lug to get him in the bath, the 35+ lb of wiggly, giggle, burnin’ loving totally threw my back out. It’s probably not good to lift Baby L. on a regular basis, as if he’s… well, a baby. He isn’t. He’s more little boy, which saddens me– the baby is no longer the baby. Sigh.

Unhinged as I was, and in tremendous pain, I spent the better part of the entire day laying down in bed, overturned turtle-style,  trying to recover. Clean also means no Advil. Which stinks. Being hurt  means no exercise, no yoga. Double Stinks. I was really looking forward to two good days of workouts and yoga. I really, really like the yoga, especially if it includes a good friend or two.

So being the overturned turtle, I focused on getting plenty of rest, water, and healing. And reading. Lots and lots of reading. On the swanky Kindle Wireless Reading Device the hubby got me for Christmas. You may have heard of it, but let TLB tell you this is an amazing, and delightful piece of technology. I’ve been reading up a storm on it: The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, The Secret Servant , and even Clean: The Revolutionary Program to Restore the Body’s Natural Ability to Heal Itself.  Though I will tell you, IMHO, that books like Clean, Cookbooks, and other “reference” books are not really suited to the Kindle. I find with those, dog ears, post-its and flags work much faster and better in finding critical information or recipes.

On the plus side, I’ve seen children’s books, illustrations and all, come out beautifully (if black/ white & shades of gray) on the much larger  Kindle DX. Biggest pluses: Capacity (1,500 vs 4,500 on the Kindle DX,) and ease of purchase via Amazon’s Whispernet (I can buy on boat, in a moat, caffe or T) using my current Amazon account, and the iPhone app that allows access to your current Kindle title list for reading on the fly so to speak. This is a commuter and road-warrior’s dream. For me, it’s fabulous for the 15 or 20 mins pockets of time I find I usually check email.

What I can say is that, being Day 13, I’ve been waiting for some key signs of more detox. Namely mucous elimination. TMI or whatnot, but by this time I should see real tangle evidence. This could be from my indiscretion of 2 days ago?  Maybe. But outside of great skin (though I’ve had a few spectacular blemishes), alertness, heightened energy… perhaps I complain too much? Perhaps.

I also find it interesting and amusing that my homie-in-detox is none other than Martha Stewart. She recently had Clean Detox founder Dr. Alejandro Junger on. Oh did our Marta look good! She waxed on about Clean and the program and we got to hear from a staff member how lost 13lbs in the first 2 weeks. Not bad sisters. Fist pumps all around.

Here’s it is:

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DD:12 The Quick & Dirty

Bridget Jones’s Update of Day 12: BMI: Did not get a chance to weigh myself this morning to calculate BMI properly. Important to weigh same time of day, so if I posted a number it’ll be a guesstimate and pretty much defeats the purpose to the entry. Activity Level: Day off. Meditation: None. Not happy about it. Brief Observations: Ok, these night chills are really getting annoying. I wish they’d go one way (sickness) or go away. Also now exhibiting monstrous snoring episodes while asleep. I get those if I’m super tired or pregnant. I’ll go with the former, as the latter means it’s the second Immaculate conception, and we all best go to church and get ready… Either way the Husband is getting no sleep. Poor kid.

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I’m making this brief. To the point. Like Dirty Harry. Just Dirty Harriet-style.

I made it through the Daisy meeting just fine. What I did find out is this:

1. Your average 6 year old little girl is both older and younger than you think;

2. We don’t pay the teachers and caregivers of our children near enough.

With 10 little girls, 1 harbor master, 2 bottles of juice, 1 dozen Duncan Hines electric blue frosted and goldfish bejeweled cupcakes, kits for making your own candy necklaces and another, rather cool, Mom in attendance, I still felt like I was the Mom pretending to be one of those totally together Moms I went to Daisies (then it was called Mini-Scouts.) And I also believe some of the little Daisies that attended, were in fact, a 50 year-old social-commentators in little-girl drag. I have my suspicions. Will keep you posted.

So, these night chills are freaking me out. I think it has to do with Clean Detox, though 99% of what I’ve read says I should be having night sweats. It hasn’t turned into anything else, like a cold or flu. I’ve even consulted with online menopausal sites, with no success (which might be good thing.) I guess with any detox, from coffee to heroin to just plain living in a toxic world, can come in all shapes and forms. Some people have freaky Snakes-on-a-plane dreams, others may have headaches, night sweats or, like moi, just have the chills.
Whatever I hope it changes soon.

Just chillin’,

La Bets

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DD11: Goldfish Cupcakes & Cartman’s “Respect Authori-TAH!”

Bridget Jones’s Update of Day 11: BMI: 25.1(+ 0.1) Up. A little. I don’t get it. Starting to examine intake- yesterday went a little over board on snacking… Oy Vey. Activity Level: Worked out, 177 calories burned. I really like EA Sports Active, as it predicts, and calculates final caloric burn. Dislike the crappy strap band, it’s weak or I’m kicking ass. Will go into more in full TLB review later. Meditation: Whilst Baby Lug watched some TV, Mom closed eyes and spent 20 mins focusing just on breathing and nothing else. At the end, I was relaxed. Nice to know you can fit it in anywhere. Brief Observations: I am having severe bouts with the chills. Days of it. Am I getting sick? I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop (sneezing, flu, fever) but it doesn’t come. Just don’t get it. Part of Detox?

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I slipped.

After yesterday’s blog post, I really hate writing this.

How the mighty fall. I don’t blame anything, I ate absentmindedly. Crap.

My daughter, The Toaster, belongs to the six-year-old division of Girl Scouts. Daisies. Totally super-cute.

I’m in charge of tomorrow meeting, the theme being “Respect Authority.” Of course, all I can think of is Southpark’s Cartman big-wheeling, and channeling his inner Sheriff- Boss Hog screeching “Respect Authori-TAH”

But we’re not. Mostly because I couldn’t think of how to responsibly incorporate Cartman into the meeting. Cartman Cake? Video? No, that’s not going to fly….

So back to slipping, I have the joy of coming up with snack for the girls, one that (divining Martha Stewart) fits the theme. Something like cupcakes.

Ohhhhh Cartman cupcakes! Uhh, that’s not gonna work…

But if it did, it would totally look like this:

Le Sigh. Le Funny. And totally Le NOT appropriate for 1st graders but totally Le Funny. Ok, maybe Cartman upper left corner would work, but definitely not nudie man 3rd row down, center. Dear God, you can tell the man is uncircumcised.

Jeepers!

So back on topic… as we’re having the local Harbor Master visit to chat water safety, I decided to go with sea blue cupcakes, circled by multi-colored goldfish crackers. Water. Fish. Cupcakes. Martha would probably wonder why I didn’t hand- and homemake everything from goldfish to paper cupcake wrappers (can’t you just hear her, “Laaaaadies, just cut down your sapling, crush the wood pulp in your handy home paper-maker…form into cups, dry… and voila! A creative and very special paper cupcake wrappers your guest will love AND cherish!”)

Having coming to my senses, and gone with Duncan Hines, I was making the cupcakes with The Toaster. She loves to bake, and was enthusiastically filling the cupcake tins, managing to get more outside than in the actual cups.  Messy. Fun.

I was on clean up and this, my friends, is where my tale turns dark.

While cleaning up, I, La Betsy, snarfed up two HUGE spoonfuls of cake batter. Duncan Hines toxic, full of chemicals, sugar, raw! eggs, and oil batter-y spoonfuls.

Boy do I love batter. Raw (spare me the salmonella speech,) wonderful batter. Always have. I guess I could even be a connoisseur of the stuff. My fave is oatmeal chocolate chip. Pure heaven in a spoon, and when Ben & Jerry came up with cookie dough, I thought heaven had come a millennium or two early.

So I slipped. It seems stupid in retrospect. Two spoonfuls. No biggie. But as I said yesterday, I’d know. And I do.

So I’m taking Dr. Alejandro Junger advice to heart. Basically to stress over something, in the past, is toxic. So accept and move on. This little blog helps with a lot of that. I write it and walk away. Leaving the issue  (and the stress) here.

Thanks for letting me share. Slips happen, what’s important is what you do after you fall.

You get up, dust off, and keep going.

That’s what Cartman would F%!K’n  do.

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DD 10: Blame it on the…?

Bridget Jones’s Update of Day 10: BMI: 25.0(- 0.1) Ok, we’re back to zero. I can accept that. Activity Level: I totally took the day off. No regrets as I needed a break folks. Meditation: Does praying count? Dad was in ICU, but was released. Spoke to him and he sounds great. Will be back at work Monday. He’s just amazing. And prayers answered. Grateful. Brief Observations: Boy did I have some real cravings: chocolate and red wine. It was my mantra. Chocolate. Red-red-wine. Stress. PMS. Powerful combo. Consider it The Dark Force’s twin sister.

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Stress, PMS, worrying about my father… I don’t know but I managed to make it ’til the end of the day.  Toward the end to the day I was jonesing for a Clean Diet no-no like chocolate or wine, like some sort of smack-addict in rehab, day 3. Oh! To have something oh-so-small to make me feel better.  I could totally do it…

And just like Foxx’s song “Blame it the Alcohol,” I could blame it on a lot.

Aside note: Not only is “Blame on the Alcohol” a catchy tune and straight to the point, but the video is hysterical. I mean, you KNOW something special is goin’on when you see de rigueur video-vixens mix-it up with a bunch of notoriously smooooooth players… and one of them happens to be Ron Howard. RON HOWARD. Like Opie-now-major-director Ron Howard. Trying desperately to work his “player”-tude. I call that some inspiring casting and credit to Ron for tryin’.

So back to where I could totally slip up. Lord know I wanted to. I could blame it on a lot. Yea, I could totally slip and would even be forgiven by friends and hubby.

“You had a bad day.”

“With the amount of stuff going on in your life, you need chocolate… glass of wine… cupcake… fresh baked break with a dollop of Nutella (one of my top 50 faves listed.)”

“Jebus, I would have BROUGHT you the wine.”

Ohh, just writing this is ‘causing me problems….

But, the problem (and the solution) is if I slip, I’d know. I don’t need it. I want it. I just want an excuse to get it.

Here is where friends matter.

They take just enough of the load off. That one little straw. To save the camel.

Having a tough day, be it your Dad’s in the hospital, the neighbor/coworker/stranger makes a snarky comment or your kids are hellions, friends are absolutely key. They talk you down. They help you see the other point of view. They agree and let you vent. They offer. They just help. Flames did an necessary errand, Aloka sweetly emailed an invite to host my brood for dinner. I can’t tell you how grateful I am to be blessed with such good, good friends.

So I didn’t have the wine. The chocolate. The al-al-al-al-chol.

‘Cause I had nothin’ to blame. And all the support.

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DD:4 (or how I’m Stressing Disney-style)

Bridget Jones’s Update of Day 4: BMI: 25.5(+0.3) which kinda sucks. But I had a salty lunch (another post) perhaps this played a part. Activity Level: Super Slug, nothing but errands.  Meditation: Still not in yet. Oy. Brief Observations: Amazing sleep but still freakin’ t-i-r-e-d.

Something tells me Dr. Alejandro Junger ( Clean Detox ) would not approve of Disney. Not one little bit.

What is more artificial, manufactured than the House of the Mouse? From rides to food (with the exception of walking that’s probably pretty good) the Magic Kingdom is the HoHos of Clean experiences.

And it starts off with the planning.

I’ve never been so stressed. Well actually I have, and that’s when I was planning my wedding. On an island. In a different state. While getting my M.B.A. And doing a fellowship.

But I digress.

It started off so innocently. The Hubby has a conference coming up at Disney World– and perhaps the family could come for a few days of fun? Room rates decent. Kids totally primed (we’ve been holding off going until they were old enough.) Sure let’s try.

So long-story short our Disney World trip 2-3 days has turned into a 5 day odyssey for more money than one would guess. Perhaps we can finance the experience using our smallest child (he’s really cute) as collateral? I jest. (And it wouldn’t work anyway.)

And so we, my well-meaning husband and I, stayed up late working out flights (that work with his conference), accommodations, Princess breakfasts (holy crap, who knew you would pay $60 for eggs– not on Clean — and be happy to do it!) It really became an exercise of excess and cost analysis. You stay 3 days, cost-wise you might as well stay 5– you’re going to spend about the same. And if you’re spending THAT much you better stay longer. Oh and don’t forget the kids would love to do this… and that oh and that too! (Kaching! Kaching!)

And that is how I went to sleep. Thinking- “Disney: Where Dreams Come True*”

* Applies to Kids Only. Nightmares and/or Stress Dreams are Specially Reserved For Parents.

Clever Boobs-Selling Breast Cancer Awareness

October is National Breast Cancer Awareness Month.

Duh. It’s pretty hard to miss.

I am always curious as how see the various approaches to “selling” Breast Cancer Awareness. It’s a touchy subject, societies attitudes toward discussing breasts in general are …uh.. bumpy at best. Both functional and sex object, the topic causing grown men to squirm in mixed company or boast when with the guys. Just ask any breastfeeding Mom, to go public or not? That is the question. Or if you don’t see the big deal try this exercise: next “breast cancer awareness” commercial try replacing “breast” with “scrotum” and you pretty much see why people are little gun-shy.

I personally wince at just about every erectile dysfunction ad. That’s mostly over the Massingill-like execution of the ads themselves. Dueling bathtubs? Really?

But I stray… You have to give them credit. Every October, breast cancer organizations valiantly attempt to both raise awareness about breast cancer as well as reduce the public stigma around the topic.  Not easy. I look forward to see their efforts as I do Super Bowl commericals– sometimes you’re treated to some really clever, innovative and just plain good ads and grassroots outreach.

Some do by facts.

Some do by color.

Some do by shock.

Some do by touching appeal.

Some do it by being just plain authentically real.

Like my chica Jamie Inman.

Her  Stay In the Pink website dedicated to raising awareness about a cancer that affected her not once, but twice. Her earnestness and I’ve-been-there experience is so authentic, so charming, the delivery cannot help but hit home.

Recently she put her message where her mouth is on YouTube.

Lastly, some do it with humor.

Which of all ways to “sell” an uncomfortable topic, nothing beats humor in my book.

It breaks the ice. It gets RT and YouTubed and forwarded on in email. It gets chatted up by the boys over beer. It spreads like wildfire and eases viewers into the message. Perhaps making them a bit more receptive to the next encounter or impression, and with something like Breast Cancer, I doubt any organization cares who got you to go get the mammogram, just that you got one.

Check out a few faves straight from the humor dept.

I’m Back… and Bearing a Gift (“The Suburban Housewife” Rap)

Look The Betsy isn’t always about her blog.

Sometimes, she’s about her kids.

With the twins starting first grade and me being a working-housewife I totally rock the “just-in-time” Mommy routine. So the past 3 weeks have been spent getting them outfitted, prepped, ready, bussed (both by me and by my town’s Dept. of Education,) homeworked, routined, activitied (so far gymnastics, CCD, Drama, Boy Scouts, Girl Scouts, and currently researching Learn-to-Skate-ultimately-prepping-for-the-kiddie-cult-known-as-Hockey.)

To top it all off,  I am currently rocking a super hot, sexy chest cold.

Call me Ms. Snuffleupagus.

So when My Friend Ouida sent me the “Suburban Housewife” video I had to post.

Call it a snapshot into the life of all minivan-driving, sexless baggy jean wearing Haus Fraus you see cruising around…

It’s a little gift. “I’m baaaaack in the saddle again” (also a freakin’ great song both by Areosmith and Gene Autry ) with the blog, and really I’m so sorry I’ve abandoned you, my readers.

Got it Mutha Fuckers?