wow, Friday alllzready?

This week flew by in a flurry of activity (ha, made that funny again P!) and I can’t believe it’s Friday already? I love it. It’s not that I wish to squander my days away; I just enjoy being productive and learning things. Work picked up considerably this week and that always does wonder for my mood. My mind thrives on activity, it craves it…desires it like the heart desires love. So I tend to get a little buzz when work is keeping that part of my brain active and over all I’m a lot happier. This simply reiterates that a valuable work experience really does affect ones life on all levels; we spend 2/3’s of our work days doing it so it should be something that keeps us motivated to get up and can back and do it again the next day.

However, I love it when the weeks fly by because I love my weekends the best. Especially now that the crappy part of moving is over and I’m pittering and making my home “mine.” I am so enjoying the vibe there, the bathroom is finally under control (thanks repairman Rick, you rock!) and my room is really coming along nicely. It really does feel like home there, I don’t know if it’s because it’s more lived in or if it’s cuz I am not as stressed about the financial aspects of managing it or what, but whatever it is it is pretty clear that Max and I are bouncy bunnies about the whole situation. We’ve both been a lot less stressed over all since the move (sans the funk sludge that tried to swallow me earlier this month) and I see it as a positive trend.

For the house: I bought pumpkin, butternut and acorn squash seeds and am working on rooting them. I planted 2 more new house plants and they seem happy. One is a prayer plant and I love it when I go to sleep it’s all folded up in prayer and when the sun comes out, it comes alive and opens back up to greet it. Someone was thinking when they made that plant, like “A HA, this will get the attention of those silly humans and their short attention spans! Look at what a lovely representation of life this plant is!”

Today we are supposed to get about a foot of very wet, April snow that only happens in Colorado as far as I know. It’s the kind that will make driving challenging and being outside sort of off limits, but will also saturate the ground and make all the beautiful spring things come to life. Its 35 today, 60 on Sunday. This truly is the only place I’ve ever lived that is consistently inconsistent. One of our DBA’s just moved here from Nepal in summer 2008. Not only is she just adorable in general (very petite, dark complexion and thick accent with that kind of glimmer in her eye I’ve noticed people from other countries seem to have) her facial expressions and comments when the weather whips up a new surprise for us are truly hysterical. I probably shouldn’t laugh, I’m sure she’s tired of that by now. It’s hard not to though, she’s just so damn cute. You can tell she is genuinely shocked by the fact that it can be 68 on Tuesday and raining/snowing by Thursday night. Like it’s inconceivable even though it is happening. I think this strange coming from someone who lived near the Himalaya mountain range and we all know mountains are a huge weather pattern forming force, but she said the weather is pretty consistent unless you get up on the mountain itself. Huh. Weird.

I remember a real noticeable thing for me when we lived in San Francisco was the seemingly huge lack of weather. Northern California is absolutely beautiful, it is after all on its’ way to becoming Oregon and Washington state so it starts out just as beautifully as it ends. Problem is, in San Fran it’s like humid and hot or humid and mild or humid and kind of chilly, but never really like COLD. The range of temperature there can’t be any more then 20 degree’s in between seasons, where as here you could see that range of temperature in the same day. Wisconsin is the flip side of CA obviously....humid and hot for about one month per year and then it’s like humid and cool, cooler and cold! Colorado is like the bi polar state, one or the other. Up down all over the place, perfect for me  As much as I long to be closer to the ocean and my people in the Northern Pacific, I sure do love Colorado.

So since it’s going to be snowing through tomorrow I’ll probably be holed up in the house this weekend puttering some more. I am determined to create the perfect pumpkin patch in the backyard so I have more research to do on that. I also need to write some letters and download some music and organize my iPod. It really needs some love and since I’ve been working out/walking again it really needs to be updated. Even 30 different play lists can get old believe it or not. I am always hungry for new music. I did get the new Incubus and Foo Fighters from Kristen so I’m listening to that on cd in my car (gasp, CD? What’s that….?) and 101.5 pretty regularly. Hey guys at 101.5.....work on your transmission strength, music kicks ass but reception is sketchy at best!

Oh I also plan to do some cooking this weekend. Peppers were on sale at King Soopers, so I went crazy and bought 3 of each color…12 total LOL. I am going to make some salsa, pasta and salmon with red pepper pesto. Max will turn his nose up at all of these things, because this is not “man” food. Man food = meat in all of its possible forms, potatoes, anything fried and copious amounts of chocolate cake or ice cram. No vegetable shall pass his lips unless it’s in the form of a carrot, ice burg lettuce only w/ ranch, green beans, corn and if loaded with butter….brussell sprouts. Yes, my son, the pickiest eater on the planet loves brussel sprouts. But vegetables not on the before mentioned list are off limits. Which includes peppers. So my menu for the weekend will also have to include something for the poor starving child to eat. I also bought a bunch of different types of mushrooms AND he won’t even consider a mushroom, so I am in double trouble. Fungus is a favorite of mine, I worship the mushroom. I think it’s a beautiful little creature and particularly enjoy them in soups, stews, stir fry, omelets and pasta. And 100% raw in salads. Max knows this all to well so if mushrooms of any sort are on the fridge, he will be scanning his dinner plate for any rogue mushroom bits that might’ve made it onto his plate. Even though I’ve always made sure his food is what he likes, while encouraging him to try new things here and there and would never DREAM of sneaking a mushroom in on him, he’s not convinced and has to verify this for himself by picking. I learned the mushroom thing with this kid at about age 3…..mushrooms and spaghetti sauce, NOT toddler friendly food. I like to avoid gagging at my dinner table, thanks though. I will enjoy them this weekends meals sure enough for both of us, he’ll get over it.

I’ve been eating mega veggies this week…funny thing about vegetables, they truly are a feast for all the senses. I also notice that my complexion takes on a slightly less pale tone, like you know….…it’s happy or something! In fact, I’ve had 5 solid days of uber healthy food intake (sans the chocolate truffle blizzard I had from DQ last night that I treated myself for being such a good girl and not cussing out the doctor performing yesterdays procedure) and the house is stocked full of good things, even a few low cal sweets because I just can’t help it….I like chocolate. I like peanut butter. I like ice cream and things like that. And I shall have them………..in moderation. I’m tired of being frenemies with food. It and I shall become like one, a happy union of what’s good and good for me and I’m not going to feel guilty if I have a little bit of ice cream or a peanut butter and banana sandwich with chocolate syrup once in a while. I don’t feel guilty when I eat a plateful of salad and I LOVE salad. I don’t feel guilty when I eat a cup of berries and I LOVE berries. Why should I feel guilty when I have a little bit of low fat/cal sweet things? Or if I DO crave meat once in a while, what’s wrong with that? Nothing and I shouldn’t feel guilty about eating a little bit of everything. Poo poo on whomever it was that taught me to feel guilty when I eat. I suspect I know where it might’ve been brought to my attention. A seemingly innocuous comment made to me by a family member at the very tender and awkward age of 13 about being a “little piggy” at a bbq once set into motion 20 years of feeling like everyone thought I was fat and I am sure I was coddled with food as a very young child (like MOST American children are) so I already had “food” established as a comfort thing and then suddenly it was a bad thing and I was sure everyone thought I was fat and unlovable because I ate so much at that bib that one day. I’m so over it. Tired of fighting it. I’m never going to be a size 8 again, maybe not ever a size 10 or even a 12 again…..but I wasn’t healthy when I was those sizes either….let’s not forget I smoked about a pack of cigarettes a day and worked out neurotically. I ate very very little food, probably not enough to really survive on and food was DEFINITELY my enemy then. Then it became my friend again in recent years and I went to the other extreme of eating volumes of bad foods, not exercising my body…..oh but I quit smoking so that makes it all okay? Shyeahhhhhh, ok….I don’t see any monkey’s flying out of my butt so that CANNOT be a true statement. So finally, I am ready to strike up a healthy balance with food and my body. Can we please stop hating and start enjoying again? Thanks. Next subject.

I realize I’m rambling and I should probably get back to work….so off for now. Love to you all.