Browsing Date

January 2014

My Horoscope

manifestos January 31, 2014

I don’t typically buy into this malarkey, but I kinda dig my horoscope today:

 

“Idealistic love could come your way today, Pisces. This might involve a colleague or possibly someone in a group with which you’re affiliated. It might even be someone you’ve never before considered as more than a friend. Whoever it is may seem to be too perfect to be true. Bear in mind that this is the first rush of infatuation, and that for romance to be successful you have to love a person’s flaws as well.”

In My Next Life

manifestos January 27, 2014

I want to come back as a dog. Specifically, a dog that I support and/or one of my friends “supports.”

My dogs.

Oh, my dogs.

Sweet natured, mostly quiet dogs who are big lumps of lazy. Especially on cold days like today, the laziness is really high. It’s as if they know it’s horribly windy outside, and they just hit the snooze button.

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ALL DAY LONG.

Don’t get me wrong- they woke up, ate breakfast, went outside for 32 seconds.  Upon return into the household, the marathon napping continued.

There were brief interruptions when the big one, Gus, decided that he wanted to dig out a Kong that he hasn’t touched in three years. He woke up, went right to the toy box and grabbed it. Like he was saving it for a special day.

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Weezie woke up at one point to deal with the squirrel that is hanging out in our eave.

They are both napping loudly right now. Loudly? Yes, both dogs of labradorian lineage are snoring loud enough that a participant on my last call heard Gusters train like snoring.

So, in conclusion, I want to be a dog.

They have the option to wear cute clothes, OR walk around naked.

They can pee wherever they want.

People think they are mostly adorable.

So ya, I want to be a dog.

turn, turn, turn

random me January 24, 2014

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

2 A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

3 A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;

4 A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

-Ecclesiastes 3

 

A few weeks ago, I lost a friend. Johnny Carter, farmer, pioneer of the North Texas Farm to Table movement lost his battle against lung cancer.

He was a good man. A grumpy man. A kind man. Generous, and cranky all in the same 30  minutes.

He had a raunchy sense of humor. He would make the produce cheaper for people that he knew needed a hand. He always made sure I was sent home with a “box of what I need.”

This week he has been on my mind- I’ve been pouring over my garden books, and starting to scratch out some basic plans for my spring vegetable garden. Twice I went to call him to ask questions. Twice I was reminded that my friend isn’t on the other end of the phone.

He had a sweet tooth unlike anything I’d seen. He’d devour a plate of chocolate chips faster than most.

He didn’t say a lot of words, but in the words spoken, volumes were said.

I miss my friend. I will miss working side by side with him at the Farmers Market. I will miss laughing when he would find the most obscene looking vegetables and make a “Kate” box with them.

Peace John Carter. Peace.

 

The Battle of the Bulge

feed me, things that will make you less fat January 23, 2014

Nope, I’m not talking about the WW2 battle, I’m talking about my own personal battle with the ever expanding width of my hips and butt.

On Christmas Eve, after gorging at a delicious lunch at a French Souffle restaurant, I loudly announced “My pants are suffocating my waist.”

Yes, I said that.

It was time to make some changes.

About 6 years ago, I made some dramatic lifestyle changes and lost the equivalent of a second grader by working out, and embracing a low carb lifestyle. It wasn’t easy, but it made me feel good. Somewhere along the way, the good habits that I worked so hard to build slowly started to slip away and instead of eating good proteins and delicious green veggies, I found myself diving deep into the land of chips, dips and anything with flour. Sadly, I had undone all the work I had done, slowly and without much awareness.

Until Christmas Eve.

Much like a large percentage of humans, on New Years Day, I resolved to eat better, move more and vowed to try to make myself healthier. I don’t have a particular size goal, or fitness plan, but I know I want to DO more and be a little less.

Since the beginning of the year, I’ve managed to eliminate 15lbs. I’ve got a long way to go. It’s not easy. Not surprising, it’s so much more fun packing on the lbs than it is to shed them.

My way of eating- less carbs and white shit.

My fitness plan- get off my butt and move more. Some days I go for a really long walk with the dogs. Some days I play for 45 minutes on my Wii Fit. Some days, I just throw down my yoga mat and do some basic positions that make me feel bendy and good.

In the meantime, I’ve started enjoying cooking with health in mind. I’m not doing Paleo, or even full on Atkins. I’ve just removed all of the things that can be dipped in shit, or slathered with stuff. For now, I’m done with the large bowl of cereal, replacing it instead with an egg muffin stuffed with spinach and protein.

Last night, I was craving Mac & Cheese. Happily, there are a done of food blogs. I made  THIS recipe. It’s really good, tangy and totally satisfied my cravings for Mac & Cheese.

So, there you have it. The goal to have a little less of me to go around.

 

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Take a Deep Breath

random me January 22, 2014

Because it’s going to be a busy two months.

As many of you know, I’ve been slowly building out a consultancy since September. December was a low, low, scary, no good month. The work had dried up as companies were closing out their year. January started out just as slow as December, but in the past three days, I’m starting to realize that life is about to hit the gas pedal.

What does this mean? It means that I’m about to get bat-crap crazy busy. Between a partnership with a group in Seattle and two other companies, we have over 37 proposals out. It looks like about 50% of those proposals are going to hit between now and Feb 15th.

Dear Sweet Baby Nordstrom. I’m thrilled, but in a way, slightly nervous. I’ve developed my own pace for the past 5 months, as a course correction to the insane roller coaster that I had been riding for the previous 15 months. I’m excited that there is good work coming through. I’m blessed to have people wanting to take a risk, but I also think that there is going to be an influx of 5 Hour Energy purchasing and white-boarding schedules, task lists and to-do’s.

I think my travel schedule is about to pick up. Vegas, SF, and NYC in the next 6 weeks.

As Martha would say “this is a good thing.”

Most importantly, the one thing I need to remember is “breathe.”

I’m kinda glad that I got the office in order this weekend Hulk and Wonder Woman will be looking over me and reminding me to be most excellent.

 

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With Just a Little Bit of Elbow Grease

craft me, pinterest successes January 21, 2014

and Murphy’s Oil soap, and I managed to breathe some life in these “new to me”wood  rocking chairs for my porch.

The situation: How do I clean up wood rocking chairs?

The solution: Murphy’s Oil Soap, Warm Water, and Some Elbow Grease.

Tips:

* Never get the chair/furniture too wet.

* Use an old rag or dishcloth.

* Let try outside

* To add a little extra shine, put a tiny bit of Murphy’s Oil Soap on a clean, dry rag and rub into the wood after you have let furniture dry.

Less than an hour later, I’ve got these wood rocking chairs looking pretty decent if I do say so myself.

How to Clean Wood Chairs