Whatcha looking at Bree?
Hey, where you going?
I may be clueless, but I know when a cookie is being offered…
We played with her soccer ball and now she’s probably dreaming about gigantic bones…
I started Whole 30 Monday, which means no sugar, grains, dairy or alcohol. Pretty much 75% of my old diet. There has been some slippage – every day I have skim milk and a truvia in my coffee! But that’s it. For some reason I feel that the rest of the day would be unnavigable without the customary morning beverage. I could be wrong… but why chance it?
I’ve got a pot roast in the oven, complete with onions and carrots. Sweet potato will follow. Not that every evening’s meal has been so smooth. It’s easy, right? Protein, veg and fruit for dessert. What’s so damn hard about that? Well, for one thing, I’m the only one on the diet. And my body is yearning for grains and sugar. Yearning. I’m dreaming about cupcakes with sugary frosting. You know that light, frothy lard and sugar frosting they put on some birthday cakes? That.
Anyway, breakfast is okay, but I’m already sick of eggs. Except the paleo frittata. Went to Whole Foods today to stock up on coconut everything, nuts, dried fruit, oils, veg, etc… I’m going to make homemade Larabars and clarify my butter.
I did something like this about 13 years ago when I tried Atkins… but instead of gradually working stuff back in, I stayed on induction for a year. Trust me, this time is different. Day 31 will see me eating cupcakes. Or tirimisu. Or whatever I can get in my mouth first.
I’d even take a bowl of porridge.
I renewed my hosting account yesterday, despite last year’s proclamation of doom. “Why?” I kept asking myself. I said why? as the link went to paypal and why? as I hit the button to pay and why? as I completed the transaction and returned to my billing account. Why?
Good question and there’s no real answer… unless maybe I just want to be able to post dog pictures.
Corgi butt alert!
I submitted a photo of Badger’s butt for the Corgi Butt Calendar (which is now available here) but she didn’t make the cut. Guess there are just too many good butts out there…
For anyone still dropping by… YsD and her significant other finally obtained unsupervised visitation of the children and are hoping for unification by Christmas. I’m happy for them.
Leaf remains. Who says I don’t have dead leaves for the Fall? Just thought it was cool…
Looks like it was dipped in gold when the sun hits it…
From the Florida Room, a.k.a. ‘Office': Bree strutting around wearing her bandanna and carrying a chewy. Used to take nothing but wonderful pictures of her but these days they all look like crap.
She’s a hoot. After I put the bandanna on -which she loves and was so damned happy about- I said “go show Daddy” and she ran right in to show him. Sometimes I think dogs are very smart and sometimes I think they’re dumber than chickens… but when it comes to human interaction, Breagha is a genius.
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I have to reload my hard drive. Fun and games, eh? Anything for a break from the Long Hot Summer. I’m almost ready to believe in glowball worming!
I love that this happens…
You can keep Patrick Stewart. Shatner’s the man. He’s 83, still working like a dog and loving it.
William Shatner is not just an actor — he’s working on a reality TV series, taking his one-man show back on tour in December and is busy promoting a Star Trek documentary he produced.
So how does the 83-year-old relax?
“Up until three weeks ago, horses,” Shatner said in a phone interview earlier this month from Los Angeles, referencing an accident that left him temporarily wheelchair-bound.
Of course this is spot on.
Actually, corgis are potent anti-depression medicine in small explosive packages. I find it impossible to really fall down that hole with Badger around; she clowns with her toys or just thumps over onto her back with a goofy expression and I laugh my butt off. Everyone should have one. Well, only nice people.
An invasive vine has surfaced, but it has such pretty yellow flowers I let it alone.
If you have 5 or 10 bucks lying around, please consider Jackson’s case.
See you later… and if you’re one of the lucky people already experiencing Autumn conditions… urgh.
If you’re like me, and never get to bundle up and drink hot chocolate… tramp around on crisp leaves… feel the bite of frosty air from a north wind… this is for you.
The baths come more frequently when I’m blowing coat!
The cookie is the important bit!
Can you see the guard hairs? When she’s almost dry they stand out almost at attention.
Two down, Bree to go!