Thursday, January 23, 2014
Thursday, January 16, 2014
Holy crap, it’s been a while. I have tons of excuses on why I haven't been blogging, I do… I MISS my blog, and I know you all are on pins and needles for a new post (ha ha, how delusional am I?)
Anyway - the Cole's Notes version:
I am done the diet -(happy to have reached my goal); now its a lifestyle that includes running in snow and avoiding wheat at all cost.
I relocated my business, out of the hair salon to a cozy little rental space on my own.
The province encountered 'snowmageddan' with rolling blackouts that lasted nearly a week.
We had our family pictures taken.
The dog lost two more teeth.
Kiddo made honor roll for first semester.
I got 92.2 in anatomy, currently registered for 1 physiology and 2 nutrition courses.
Spent 5 days out home over the holidays and had to boot it back to complete office renovations and escape the weather.
Husband came in 2nd out of 2 in his Friday night drunken photo contest (I think there should be a vote recount).
I've slapped myself on the wrist and banged my head against the wall... I'm pulling up my boots and getting back on track - enough with my real life taking over. :)
Thursday, December 5, 2013
There are hundreds of tutorials on how to open pomegranates on pinterest, youtube and the cooking network I'm sure you've probably seen Jamie Oliver make it look oh so simple - score the flesh, gently pry it apart and pound it with a spoon; child's play.
WELL, as it turns out I'm not a child and its not that simple!
Thursday, October 31, 2013
THE GHOST HOUSE - by Robert Frost
|I DWELL in a lonely house I know|
|That vanished many a summer ago,|
|And left no trace but the cellar walls,|
|And a cellar in which the daylight falls,|
|And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow.||5|
|O’er ruined fences the grape-vines shield|
|The woods come back to the mowing field;|
|The orchard tree has grown one copse|
|Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops;|
|The footpath down to the well is healed.||10|
|I dwell with a strangely aching heart|
|In that vanished abode there far apart|
|On that disused and forgotten road|
|That has no dust-bath now for the toad.|
|Night comes; the black bats tumble and dart;||15|
|The whippoorwill is coming to shout|
|And hush and cluck and flutter about:|
|I hear him begin far enough away|
|Full many a time to say his say|
|Before he arrives to say it out.||20|
|It is under the small, dim, summer star.|
|I know not who these mute folk are|
|Who share the unlit place with me—|
|Those stones out under the low-limbed tree|
|Doubtless bear names that the mosses mar.||25|
|They are tireless folk, but slow and sad,|
|Though two, close-keeping, are lass and lad,—|
|With none among them that ever sings,|
|And yet, in view of how many things,|
|As sweet companions as might be had.||30|
If you find yourself in an old house tonight, sleep with one eye open!
(the pictures are from the boys photo competition - more to come on that another day)
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
I'm closing in on an 80 pound weight loss now, and I guess its noticeable because I seem to be having the same conversations over and over with just about everyone I see.......
them: "Wow - looks like you've lost a lot of weight."
Me: "Yes, I have."
them: "Well how much have you lost?"
Me "A lot."
them: "So what have you been doing?"
Me: "Watching what I eat, and exercising."
them: "So how do you feel?"
them: "Really though, how do you feel?"
Me: "Hungry and sore."
Nothing like making me feel self conscious and putting me on the spot.
It still hasn't settled in, I am nearly at my goal (one little glass stone for each pound), I'm exhausted from all the running, walking, swimming and spinning, and craving sugar like its going out of style. Work is crazy busy and I'm taking another anatomy course.
Friday, September 20, 2013
Its a beautiful, crisp, cool morning during a very busy work week. Layered in running gear, music blaring, birds chirping, hand freezing, I head off for a quick jog before work. Panting, humming along with the music and wishing everyone I see a good morning, I failed to notice a little something....crap!
Literally dog crap! Right in the middle of the boardwalk.
Completely absorbed in my breathing, I failed to notice the land mine and was maybe 5 feet from the "drop spot" when I began to notice the stench that seemed to be following me. My bright white sneaker tainted brown, and the wooden boardwalk lined with my mud colored foot prints. What a great start to the day.
The people who say stepping in dog poop is good luck, have obviously never stepped in it!