Archives for January 2015

January 29, 2015

What’s For Dinner?

When I announced that I was going back to school and would be immersed in the land of nutritional studies for the next couple of years, my daughter’s first response was “oh great, now we won’t be able to eat anything”.   Now, granted in my line of work I do have to eat well to maintain energy and fit into my workout pants without my ass glowing like a disco ball (oh yes ladies, if your lulu’s are too tight, they shine), but I do enjoy food and life.  So how do you create that healthy lifestyle balance without depriving your gang, and yourself, of butter, bacon and all that tastes good?

Contrary to the belief of many, there really is more in my fridge than carrot sticks, spinach and wine.   I am an 80/20 kinda girl, I do walk a pretty good walk, but I believe that life is about moderation, and even moderation in moderation sometimes. And a healthy lifestyle has to be that, a lifestyle. If you take away all of your dirty little pantry secrets and are forced to live a life of restricted calories, burpees and green tea could you honestly call it a healthy lifestyle? Absolutely not, so why waste the time setting yourself up for failure.

With all of my course readings I began to realize that although our diet was fairly healthy, it wasn’t as varied as it could have been.  Life happens and it gets busy, mealtimes become almost a hassle and you fall into what is easiest, repetition.  So in efforts to salvage our humdrum mealtime and add some variance I took on the challenge to cook something new every week, be it a side, main or snack.  Along with the epic fails, there have been some serious winners and I have settled nicely into my new kitchen.

So in addition to food stuffs, you can look forward to my weeklyish shares of what’s been cooking in my kitchen; no fancy pics, there are no food fluffers here and I like to eat my food while it is hot.

And in response to my little darling, quite the contrary, you get to eat everything!

 

An oldie but a goodie.  Copyright 1963

An oldie but a goodie. Copyright 1963

 

January 17, 2015

Project Vision Board

I mentioned to Conny a couple of weeks ago that I wanted to make a vision board. It seemed like a great way to take all of my New Year journaling and reflection full circle. She looked a little surprised, perhaps because she knows that my crafting resume consists only of a mediocre Christmas wreath that I made for my front door a few years ago and a very sad purple knotted scarf that quite possibly failed because I was crafting with wine. I don’t knit or sew, have no patience for beadwork, my drawing ability is sub par, hell I don’t even like to paint walls. My only artistic merit is my penmanship, if that even falls under the classification of art, none the less I think it is nice.

My vision board vision quickly turned into a project for two. We set a date and went about gathering our supplies.

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Getting started

Each of us brought an assortment of magazines to the table. Conny clearly was the smart one here, purchasing her stack from the thrift store for 25 cents a piece (I purchased three to round out my collection that I had at home and spent almost $20). Wanting to do this right, we went through a quick how to tutorial, took a moment as it suggested, snickered, poured the coffee and these two virgin vision boarders spent the next couple of hours tearing sections of pages from our mags.

Selection of material was based only on what resonated with us; quotes, images, colours and words. Once our piles seemed complete, lunch was served, giving us a great opportunity to see what we had collected. I found it interesting that I had accumulated many quotes and pictures of travel as well as views from windows, which I think reflects my day dreamy state of mind right now. Conny’s pile was more rounded out, filled with bits and pieces from all aspects of life.

Conny is hard at work

hard at work

After the cutting and trimming was done it was time for the main event, placement and adhesion to our vision boards! We each used different methods here; I used a jigsaw approach whereas Conny organized hers into facets of her life, inner, outer, work and Good Things.

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My vision board

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Conny’s vision board

After thoughts:
From start to finish the project took slightly over four hours. Usually when Conny and I are together the chatter is non-stop, during this project I think we went almost two hours without saying a word to each other, that my friends is focus! Would we do this again? Most certainly, we are going to make it an annual event but using a much larger array of magazines.

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Conny is very pleased with her board. And there is NO wine in that glass.

 

Final thoughts:
This project would have paired well with a good bottle of wine, so next time it will not be done when Conny is participating in dry January, but good for her.

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My vision board hanging in the corner of my office that is “an authentic reflection of all that feels good”.

January 11, 2015

The Man Cold

Shortly after 5:30pm on the eve of the eve of Christmas Eve, the man cold walked through my door.  He’s a bit of a legend you know, I’ve had the great fortune of meeting him several times before, as well as his cousin man flu, thankfully I have only met him once.  I greeted him warmly from an arms reach distance.
First impressions of man cold are usually one’s of sympathy for this pitiful creature.  His arms hang limply, his face sad, his legs so weak that he can hardly lift his feet as he shuffles his way to the couch (where he will stay for the next 4 days), his poor lips quiver so, making it hard to make out his murmur, I’m not 100% positive, I didn’t want to get too close, but it sounded a lot like “can you call my Mom?”
Man cold is a bit like an annoying relative; you can tolerate it over dinner, for the evening at max, but only if there is wine involved.  He looooooves to talk about himself; the drama, the pain, colours and consistencies.  Others who have had recent or epic battles with him gravitate toward him; they can’t help but share their story too.

I knew night one that man cold was going to be with us for a while and was grateful that he had a day and a half of work left before the Christmas holiday as my patience had already begun to wear thin.   He snoozed through Christmas Eve, joined us for Christmas dinner, picked up the tab on Boxing Day and tagged along with us to Seattle for the Christmas break.  He coughed and snorted his way through the University District, Nordstrom and Pike Place Market leaving behind a trail of soggy Kleenex and Starbucks napkins.   And by the December 30th, I was resigned to the fact that man cold may never leave us and that this may in fact be our life forever.

I’m not going to lie; I wasn’t very nice to man cold.  Although I only said “ewwww” in my mind (ok, I let it slip to my daughter once or twice), I am quite sure that it was written all over my face every time he coughed, sneezed or blew his nose loudly.  I gave all sorts of unsolicited advice on how he could live a more healthy life by working out more often, eating better, stressing less and of course using myself as the example of health, because you know, I hadn’t been sick in years. I may have also suggested that whilst I went shopping he should drive back to Canada to see a doctor and hoped that perhaps he could swing by our house on the way back and grab the bag of shoes that I had forgotten.  I know, I am horrible.

Not soon after New Year, I started to feel a tickle in my throat.  I was thankful that we were heading home that day because I had a package of Cold FX in my kitchen cupboard which I knew would nip whatever was brewing in the bud.  Before we had even hit the border I had developed a cough.  “Fight through it, think positive” I said to myself, as I had said so many times in the past week…

I caught the man cold.  The jury is out as to whether it was karma or that I had been trapped in such tight quarters with man cold for so many days, or maybe a bit of both. So in addition to the box of Cold FX, a bottle of Robitussin, Strepsils and numerous cough candies, I have also eaten a lot of crow.

So here is what I have learned over the past 8 days:

  • The man cold is real, it knocked me on my ass, but with the exception of day 2, I still made dinner and the laundry was done.
  • I did not feel the need to describe in HD detail what was in my throat or Kleenex to give others an accurate picture of how I was feeling, but I may have used the gross exaggeration that I popped a rib from coughing so much.
  • I do not make a good sick person.
  • My husband has a much nicer bedside manner than I, perhaps it is because he enjoys watching me eat said crow for a week.
  • Karma is a bitch.
and lived to tell ;)

and lived to tell 😉

I hope that you have had a a happy and  healthy start to the New Year.

 

January 3, 2015

I Guess the Cat’s Out of the Bag…

I love waking up in the city, the sight of tall buildings, reflected windows, and the anonymity of the hustle and bustle on the streets below. But as happy as my morning view made me, I was also happy that today I was going home; I love waking up there too.

Seattle sunrise, January 1, 2015

Seattle sunrise, January 1, 2015

Bringing my coffee and laptop back to bed has become a wonderful new ritual over the last few weeks, I check my email and then move onto my news feeds, look at pretty things…do I really have to give this up on Monday? I got a little surprise this morning, who am I kidding, my stomach did a flip-flop when I saw the notification that someone liked the Keri On Facebook page. I haven’t been keeping my new project under tight wraps, but I hadn’t officially announced it either. My first post was written at the beginning of December and I look at it everyday with a big gulp. I wouldn’t say that I have been stalling; it has been more like marinating.

I spent a great deal of time yesterday journaling and reflecting on last year as well as making plans for this year. I enjoyed last year, it was a nice place to be; I caught my breath after our move and nested. My only significant change was the addition of our beloved Stanley. I needed a year like that.

2015 is going to be quite a bit different, new projects, some big ideas coming to fruition and of course great adventures. In addition to IMM, Keri On is on the top of the list and I am looking forward to putting my heart and soul into it. This morning really was perfect timing. I took the leap all by myself, I just needed a little shove to tell someone that I did it, thanks Conny.

“Hey everyone, I just started a new blog!”

Now that I have got that off my chest, I want to hear about your big plans for 2015.