Archive - November 2011

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My Funny Head … Funny Weird, Not Funny Ha Ha
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Mo-Walk The Talk
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My Movember
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Halloweiner

My Funny Head … Funny Weird, Not Funny Ha Ha

  So far Movember is going well…for my husband. His stache is filling in rather nicely, if you like the porn star look. As I sit here, wiping the sleep from my eyes, blowing my nose, and feeling an all over sense of ick, I can’t say my Movember has started off with a bang. My commitment, though made in earnest, is hobbling pathetically along, stopping frequently to pull up socks and catch its breath.    All hope of a healthy “No-phelgm-ber” have been dashed. My son, covered in a thin film of Vicks VapoRub and cold sweat, crawled into bed with me last night. He coughed and thrashed around and coughed some more. I got about eleven minutes of sleep.    I know this is a blip. We’ll rid this house of these vile germs and start fresh on Monday. I can’t give up on this, on me.   I matter to people. Specifically, the little people who live in my house and the guy with the porno stache.    I made a commitment to get healthy and fit, a “commfitment” if you will. I know, I know, what’s with the lame, clearly made up terms? I can’t help[…]

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Mo-Walk The Talk

I know how to talk the talk. “Oooh, I’m going to take better care of myself this month; get more sleep, eat better, exercise, blah, blah, blah.” So far my progress has been less than impressive. I posted the original “My Movember” commitment at midnight. Nice job on the whole getting more sleep vow — only the cornerstone of this entire thing. Last night I went to bed early-ish, but I tossed and turned like a sailor in a hurricane. By that lame analogy you can guess what sort of groggy state I’m in. So ask me how my exercise regime has been going. Wait, let me just unbutton my jeans—the waistband is cutting into my gut and I can’t concentrate. Okay, NOW ask me. I’ve been walking the dogs. That’s a start. Did I mention they’re chihuahuas? Not exactly a challenging trek. Also, I talk on the phone and Tweet as I’m walking. Richard Simmons would roll over in his grave if he read this. Oh wait, he’s still alive and kicking. And wearing those tight and teeny striped shorts apparently. As for my “healthy eating” promise? Stupid Halloween. So now what? I made this essential commitment to my health and[…]

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My Movember

  Every Movember dudes around the globe grow mustaches to raise funds and awareness for men’s health, specifically prostate cancer. My hairy husband participates. Last Movember he grew a handlebar stache which I found particularly annoying. Even though I desperately wanted to shave it off in his sleep, my respect and admiration for this great cause kept the razor at bay…until December 1st. This year I am participating in my own kind of Movember in support of, me. Please don’t misunderstand, I’m not being selfish. There’s no ish. This is all about self— self preservation.   Every Christmas the bleak weather, the hectic holidays, the stupid sucky stress; it all takes a toll and I become this pathetic, flimsy sack — I am the packaging that the mint condition Lisa originally came in now tossed aside, wrinkled and useless. Not this year.   I plan to properly prepare and fuel my body and soul in preparation of the dreary winter ahead.    This Movember I will support and cultivate my husband’s lip garden, while also seeking to claim mo for myself…   mo-sleep mo-water mo-exercise mo-down time mo-meditation and purposeful relaxation mo-pampering mo-saying no  mo-healthy eating (including those vitamins and[…]

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Halloweiner

I love Halloween. It’s my favourite holiday…until of course, the next big holiday comes along. Then I’ll be all, “Christmas is my favourite holiday!” I’m a swept-up-in-the-moment kinda gal. Anyway, the Halloween moment is fading fast, but before the last spooky, shadows have receded back into the night (aka the big plastic Rubbermaid bins in my basement), here a few happy Halloween moments from the haunted house of Thornbury… *insert chainsaw buzzing and shrill screaming here* THIS is what happens when pumpkin carving occurs on daddy’s shift. I can’t complain – there were no severed digits and my husband (my own butch Martha Stewart) Googled a roasted pumpkin seed recipe and baked up a batch with the kids. How cute does Avery look with a pumpkin on her head? Downright gourd-geous! haha Justin ZomBieber and Chicken Little Big Mouth (Avery carried that plastic egg with her all day and night. “Cracked” us up. Ironically, we had chicken fingers for dinner before trick-or-treating. Aw, that’s one happy chicken and one cross-eyed Zombieber. Avery was sick the last two years and wasn’t able to go trick-or-treating. This year they both went out, together. The Zombie groaned, “Trick-or-treat” while Avery offered an enthusiastic,[…]

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