I was inspired to start a seven day juice fast. A few years ago I fasted for two weeks and it seemed so easy. Now, I'm not so sure.
Your head really has to be in the right place and the first two days are somewhat difficult. I'm kind of psyched though. After you get past the hunger(it completely disappears) you really begin to feel good.
At least I did. My fast will end the day before Thanksgiving. I know that will make me think twice about what I decide to stuff in my mouth that day.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009
Sucking It Up
When I came outside, it was perfectly balmy for a late October day. The sky was gray, but tinged with high flat clouds, fading golden at the edges. The leaves were twirling and whirling so forcefully today I thought they might burst into the doors of the car and stick there like little knives.
When I was little, I imagined autumn leaves smelling like drying tobacco as we buried our tiny bodies in giant piles of that dry must. Today I am treasuring every gorgeous moment and memory of the fading beauty that is this life on Earth.
When I was little, I imagined autumn leaves smelling like drying tobacco as we buried our tiny bodies in giant piles of that dry must. Today I am treasuring every gorgeous moment and memory of the fading beauty that is this life on Earth.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Hello Out There!
It turned out to be a beautiful Saturday and I just finished up scouring the Casa: put everything in its place, vacuumed, scrubbed the floors and cleaned the bathrooms. What's next? I don't know. I think I'm gonna clean up and go on an adventure and shoot some photos. It's a beautiful, gorgeous day and I'm happy to be alive.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Wednesday, October 07, 2009
Tuesday, October 06, 2009
Monday, October 05, 2009
Thursday, October 01, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
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Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Silver Fox
Every morning since school has started, I hook up the Ladybug to the Simple Seven and make the jaunt to Kindergarten.
After I dropped SF off at school, I did my usual trek with The Chidler and then hopped into the bath. I gave myself the normal dose of Patchouli and forgot about it. I headed off to meet my friend Katy to work on "Database Applications". Joy.
We worked for a few hours and I went home just in time to hook my kit back up and pick up My Charge from school. A few weeks after school started the usual crossing guard started training a newbie to take over.
The Newbie is a 60-70 something codger with a beer belly who wears a "Tomahawk Community Bank" chocolate brown polyester trucker's hat(complete with hatchet graphic) and drives a sanitary looking forest green Toyota 4x4 Truck with a tidy matching topper.
Recently he flies solo. No babysitter.
His shocking white hair peeks out from under the edges of his cap and he wears square gold metal rimmed glasses with thick brown tinted lenses. In his DayGlo Chartreuse vest, he attempts to dissuade the local flow of traffic to "STOP!". Sign clenched tight in his suntanned, meaty fist, I always make sure to wait until the traffic stops to step off the curb because people are mostly drunk or blind at that time of day around here.
As he brought me across the Avenue in the direction of pick up he says,
"You smell good!" in his scratchy, crunchy, slightly nasal old guy voice.
"Thanks" I said, feeling a weird glaze pour across my face. Do I eeeeeeeeeuuuuuuu or do I ahhhhhhhhhhhh? How funny, bizarre and cool is it for a Grandpa to dig the Patchouli? As a friend of mine pointed out, "Take it as a compliment. Someday -- if we're lucky -- we all end up as senior citizens. It just happens."
I decided to ahhhhhhh.
After I dropped SF off at school, I did my usual trek with The Chidler and then hopped into the bath. I gave myself the normal dose of Patchouli and forgot about it. I headed off to meet my friend Katy to work on "Database Applications". Joy.
We worked for a few hours and I went home just in time to hook my kit back up and pick up My Charge from school. A few weeks after school started the usual crossing guard started training a newbie to take over.
The Newbie is a 60-70 something codger with a beer belly who wears a "Tomahawk Community Bank" chocolate brown polyester trucker's hat(complete with hatchet graphic) and drives a sanitary looking forest green Toyota 4x4 Truck with a tidy matching topper.
Recently he flies solo. No babysitter.
His shocking white hair peeks out from under the edges of his cap and he wears square gold metal rimmed glasses with thick brown tinted lenses. In his DayGlo Chartreuse vest, he attempts to dissuade the local flow of traffic to "STOP!". Sign clenched tight in his suntanned, meaty fist, I always make sure to wait until the traffic stops to step off the curb because people are mostly drunk or blind at that time of day around here.
As he brought me across the Avenue in the direction of pick up he says,
"You smell good!" in his scratchy, crunchy, slightly nasal old guy voice.
"Thanks" I said, feeling a weird glaze pour across my face. Do I eeeeeeeeeuuuuuuu or do I ahhhhhhhhhhhh? How funny, bizarre and cool is it for a Grandpa to dig the Patchouli? As a friend of mine pointed out, "Take it as a compliment. Someday -- if we're lucky -- we all end up as senior citizens. It just happens."
I decided to ahhhhhhh.
New Old Things
This is the cool "partners" desk that I
It has six drawers on each side and makes a cool dining table as well.
This is the most AWESOME 1950's mosaic and heavy brass coffee table.
Only $45! I feel so sneaky...
Sweet little Art Deco faux wood(cast metal) chair.
A real steal at only $1 more than my desk. I love a good find!
Monday, September 21, 2009
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