Out of the No Wake Zone!

Back to my old stompin grounds. Raystown Lake. Headed towards the Cliffs on a pontoon party barge. . .Just like the good old days!

Out of the No Wake Zone!

Back to my old stompin grounds. Raystown Lake. Headed towards the Cliffs on a pontoon party barge. . .Just like the good old days!

Here We Go Again!

Ten weeks old, thrown from a car likely. Found her in a storm grate on the side of the highway - the traffic was slow and C spotted her. She is in pretty good shape all things considered. . .

Can't Sleep - Archives #91

Long week at work? 2 Bare feet on the dashboard. . .perfect song on the radio. . .storm rolling across the Patapsco. . .it's a biker bar. . .The sign was attractive. . .sounds perfect for dinner! It soooooooo was! I have never had a more sublime imperial stuffed snapper. . .for real. It rocked!

Can't Sleep - Archives #87

When I took this pic, I thought the cloud looked a bit like a human brain. Now it looks more like a Labrador profile mid swim. . .That's the beauty of clouds - they reflect your dreams. . ..

Can't Sleep - Archives #86

Beauty in small things. As I was fumbling to click this pic, this bee was busy loading his pollen sacks.

Edison is on fire

Only wish is the blog was. . .Or my writing skills were. . .

The Fat Ass Dispatch #5

Wednesday is "weigh in" day. I lost 5lbs this week. . .so the scale says. I'm overjoyed. I log my new and improved weight into the WW website and I get this: "You are losing weight too fast."

Are you mf-ing kidding me? I've been religiously logging in every morsel of food I've consumed (I omitted at least 50% of the adult beverages), I exercised like a champ, I banked my "35 "flex points" forchrissakes and this website has the nerve to tell me after all my hard work I've lost weight too rapidly?!!!!!

Truth is, I know it's not realistic to continue at this pace but I wanted to start off very disciplined. And I did. I don't need some website talking smack to me.

More truth, we all should embrace what our bodies need and exercise restraint when we are tempted to feed it more, push it more, etc. Living in a world of low fat but over processed foods is not a recipe for success.

Eat simply, live simply, over-indulge in love and hope and encouragement. Give yourself what you really need.

I've personally never found emotional comfort in food. In fact, I've always been a little uncomfortable around it because my Mom always realized I had PTB (potential to blimp). She was always very careful about what I ate and my activity levels.

She was right.

I just have to be disciplined. I need to be healthy and happy. I can definitely enjoy a good meal. I know exactly how to manage it in terms of calories. . .I just have to do it consistently.

And I can. And I will. It's not as much fun as C who can eat anything and not gain an ounce. But I'm, rather unfortunately, not him. He does however have an elevated cholesterol level. . .which makes me smirk sometimes. . .Skinny, totally supportive bastard! I big heart C!

He always walks with me, even if his hamstring or knee bothers him. . .Even if he's already walked miles with the dogs. . .Even if I pick on him for his dog walking techniques. . .He still encourages me to walk and to do anything I want to do. EVERY. DAY.

That's what makes him an exceptional husband and friend. I hope I return the favor. I certainly try.

Finding More Joy. . .

This handsome devil ate part of my bathrobe and proceeded to barf it up first thing this morning. It made me a bit late for work seeing as how Molly - stink loving lab she is - rolled all through the puke. . .

It's a long story but when I got to work someone said, "At least you're laughing about it."

And I was.

I still am actually. I'm thankful Tilghman puked rather than have part of my bathrobe become stuck in his intestine. I'm thankful Tilghman bounced back and ate all his breakfast. I'm thankful, true lab Molly had a field day rolling around in gross stuff.

It seems like small stuff. It is. But life is made of small things. Small, precious things that we might never experience again, might take for granted, might find a chore, or bothersome, or dread.

Hug your significant other, kids, pets extra hard this evening. Don't take things for granted. Don't live an empty life. Don't expect to live a perfect life. Enjoy rolling around in the gross stuff if you must - like Molly. . .Who is currently urging me to come to bed.

She is sporting a hideous sport-sock/Velcro contraption C rigged up to cover her lick granuloma on her rear paw. She chews it off every morning but he's undeterred. Each night it builds a bigger and better Molly-anti-licking-sock.

Anyone want to wager on how long this will go on until we put her in an E-collar?

Finding Joy. . .It Doesn't Always Find You

I don't speak much of work on this Blog - intentionally. But this evening we had "office bowling." It sounds a little lame perhaps. It was a hoot! I positively SUCK at bowling. I had the best time!

Got my first spare EVER! (whatever that is) and did a Ray Lewis-worthy dance.

Someone asked me if I used to be a cheerleader I was jumping around so much when I'd knock down some pins. . .or even if I didn't. Hollering, encouraging others. . .

I told them "No, I was a field hockey player." BUT the truth is: I am a cheerleader.

Anyone can be and everyone should be. Cheer for yourselves. Cheer for others. Cheer as joyously and as happily as you can possibly cheer. Exuberance and love and laughter is contagious. . .and unfortunately, too uncommon.

You will realize life is not too short, rather it is too empty after you embrace crazy, fun, good attitude, cheerleading.

No one can keep up with this type of crazy exuberance all the time - we must be realists. Sometimes your cheerleading will be muted. Just keep it with you.

The Fat Ass Dispatch #4

Have come to the conclusion that good behavior is really quite boring.

It would be far more entertaining if I could report that I fell off the wagon and ate twenty points worth of weight watchers dessert cakes (which are btw, the size of my pinky finger. . .and my fingers are remarkably, slender no matter my current weight).

We've been walking a good bit. That's nice - mostly. It's really been warm and humid here and I suspect I continually smell like damp gym socks but no one has intervened yet so it's likely just my over-active imagination.

Did break down and purchase a scale Friday night. However, I bought one of the cheapest ones I could find in the rather likely event I have a completely mental break and throw it out the third floor window.