This is one of my favourite recipes from one of my many foodie friends.
Simple.
Delicious.
Perfect autumn day food.
I have been told to rest by my doctor or the next step will be a reservation at the hospital down the road. Just a little pneumonia brewing in there. Amazing what stress will do to our bodies.
Note to self: notice my body. Thank you God for the reminder.
Rest my body.
Good food.
Time to heal.
Here’s the recipe:
Pre-blended:
Ready to eat!
Four weeks of coughing.
Two, two hour trips to the Walk-In Clinic. (We are definitely in the big city now!)
Two rounds of antibiotics.
One song that made me laugh out loud while waiting. Thank U Alanis.
Thank you walk-in clinic.
Here’s the first line of the song:
“how bout getting off all these antibiotics”
I love coincidences. Thanks God for the laugh.
I couldn’t resist posting this. I am a sucker for little treats on my pillow.
Two year old OC loves cars. He loves lining them up, organizing them and screaming if anyone comes near them.
Love these boys.
Love the gift of time.
Love the simple moments.
Love. Love. Love.
Last night Sexy Neck and I started a twelve week challenge to try to get a tad more healthy and “move or lose it”.
I have gained thirty pounds in the last five months. Sexy Neck has been nursing a sore back and trying to recover from Achilles surgery. Here is the story. It is time. The clock is ticking.
Back in May, the New York Times picked up a story from a health journal talking about the benefits of a structured seven minute workout. You do each exercise for thirty seconds, you don’t needs any fancy equipment and after seven minutes of pain um hard work, you are done!
Sounds good? I will let you know.
Here we are last night after day one:
Summary: There was a lot of groaning, sweat and muscular fatigue. Today, I am having difficulty lifting my tea mug and walking up stairs. It was incredible to workout with my man, like the ‘olden’ days. It was worth every one of those seven minutes.
*We decided to do it twice! Who’s idea was that? We also included a warm-up, stretching and some kegels and Achilles exercises for each of our individual programs.
Here’s the boys working out with dada doing squats. CC exclaimed: “Look at my muscles I just got!”
We were extremely grateful to see all four of the ‘big city’ cousins all in one day on Thanksgiving weekend.
One of the set of cousins love getting the costumes out and creating when we visit together. This visit brought out the laughter in all of us.
Just imagine a pint-sized announcer, a green puppy-shirt wearing cutie, a preschooler in a laundry basket, a riding clown and a climbing monkey. Add in the tire swing in our front yard and viola you have a circus.
Enjoy the show:
Whenever change occurs we have an opportunity to go with it or rebel against it.
For some strange reason I enjoy change and look forward to seeing what will unfold. I do grieve and grumble some losses deeply but most I can see the good and keep on moving. Like the autumn leaves, I embrace the change of seasons.
Since my mom has been healing from cancer, she has been provided with a variety of food and drink that do not normally adorn her refrigerator. You are probably wondering how this affects me.
One of the changes that has occurred for me is that I have become the next stop for these interesting food and drink. My parents don’t like throwing things away.
I hadn’t realized how my own refrigerator contents have changed post-cancer diagnosis until today.
I pulled out a plastic container given to me from my dad and opened the lid. Our four year old guy was standing beside me and started to jump up and down. He then exclaimed, “Mom, look gummy bear soup!”
I responded, “Yup, sure looks like it!” (And probably had as much sugar!).
The gelatin wasn’t a hit for lunch, even though we called it gummy bear soup.
Now can someone please tell me what to do with my pomegranate juice, pure cranberry juice, prune juice and coconut water. These aren’t big sellers in our household of water drinkers.
Tuesday night at book club, we Skyped with author, Carol Shaben, who wrote ‘Into The Abyss’ in 2012.
Tomorrow will be the twenty-ninth anniversary of the Northern Alberta plane crash that this book is based on. This is not only a book based on a true story, but a story of Carol’s determined heart and mind.
My understanding of the back story on this incredible book are from reading about Carol Shaben in preparation for book club and hearing her talk on Skype.
Wow! We were all blown away by the connection we felt while she was talking about her book. She is a real woman!
This story had been brewing in her mind and heart since she was twenty-two living in Jerusalem. On October 19th, she was reading the Jerusalem Post and she saw a small story that her father had been in a plane crash. Can you imagine?
She wrote the book in her loft office using a gigantic bulletin board and cue cards to keep all the individual stories and lives straight. There were ten passengers in the plane that horrific October day. Only four survived, her dad, a cop, his prisoner and the pilot. I won’t tell you anymore, but the story will eat you up.
The story is written like a delicious chocolate mousse. It is smooth, textured and rich in the development of the characters. A page turner that only took me two days to read. I do devour books, but i think this book devoured me. Sometimes it is hard to imagine the the story is true.
Our book club is extremely grateful that Carol Shaben took the time to talk with us. She is incredibly down to earth and her love for writing, this book and her father flew through the computer screen. Thank you for sharing your gift Carol.
Congratulations Carol on your Edna Staebler Award for Creative Non-Fiction that you will receive on November 13th along with a $10,000 cheque.
I love autumn!
Today, this quote below inspired me and spurred me on as we endure this season of change in our lives.
“We humans have a lot to learn from autumn trees. No one of us wants to be so surrendered, so vulnerable to winter as the October trees. Yet each of us, if we are truly open to growth and change, will experience this in our inner lives…New growth means change.”
• Joyce Rupp, Fresh Bread
Our neighbours tree:
JC’s Autumn Blaze Maple
*CC’s hasn’t changed colour yet and we haven’t planted OC’s yet.
A tree in front of JC’s pod at school.
A tree on the playground in front of CC’s preschool.
"Be" ENOUGH 