Let’s go!

From North Texas to Northern California…

Sweet birthday wishes ride the wind to kiss your day…

From one very loving puppy

‘Whoa, little doggies!’

This ain’t your everyday, run-of-the mill, cowpoke.  This dude wrangles the range with a whole bunch of mojo.  Forget riding a horse of a different color.  This fella travels by way of a high-spangled , luxurious wagon.  Custom, DELUXE.  Air conditioned, to boot.  Soft and cushy, thanks to the ride of them air-filled tires.  Oh, and then there’s that extra layer of comfort.

This day of adventure is brought to you by the one and only, Gilbert Grape, aka, ‘Clueless’.   He earned his name due to his many shenanigans, experienced, and noted, daily.  Today was no exception.  While I was working in the garden, he was up to his cat-meowing at the back door, a rather loud and urgent pleading that urges me to come, post-haste, for he has news that I must hear, IMMEDIATELY.

“Oops, Mama!  We done lost some of our feed!”

“Don’t worry, Gilby, there’s plenty more where that came from, I promise.”

 

Meet me

in the garden.

We might just hang for a bit.

Or, if you prefer, we can just flit about and make like we know which way the wind blows, but first, we need the door opened.  Please.

;)

To the center of the rainbow…

Happy Birthday, Sydney!

Lunch-ables

Don’t turn your nose up at this!  ;)

This is just the beginning.  There are so many different options, each satisfying in their own rite.

Some days I tango to a mango, using a vanilla version of this protein, but chocolate sings to me at most breakfast’s, as well as today’s lunch.

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Twice a day I do this.

I never count calories.

It’s not in my nature.  I do count ingredients though, and here is the lowdown:

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1 medium banana

1 level scoop of whey protein powder

10 almonds

2 Tablespoons unsweetened coconut flakes

1 cup of almond milk, dairy 2%, soy or coconut milk  (you make the choice)

large cup of ice

Drop the above into a blender or juicer.  Crush and blend until desired consistency is reached.  Pour and slurp to your hearts content.

I especially like using a straw; makes me feel as if I’m getting away with something.  ;)

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Let’s do lunch!

Seriously.

Ain’t nobody gonna know, but you and I, and if we don’t want to tell anyone, well, we simply won’t!  Besides, it’s kind of a personal thing, don’t you think?

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Trying to carve off a few pounds always gets a bit dicey.  First off, who likes to admit that they need to drop a few, and especially if every waking minute of ones life (and most of the dreaming ones, too), involve food substances.

I’m putting my little sourdough, Alpha-Omega, on hiatus for a while.  Oh, I’m sure this will be the most major part of the hurdle for me.  Bread is my vice.  Some folks do drugs, some take to booze.  I’m a flour-junkie.  Throw that stuff on me, splash with water, sprinkle a dash of sea salt and I’m in all sorts of trouble.

Is there a 12-step program?

This addiction is so bad that I am seriously considering moving my handwritten notes into a locked vault.  You know, one of those safe deposit boxes down at the bank?  Yes.  The problem has become this heinous.

I should have known I was headed down a road of dereliction when I began noting time and temperature fluctuations in all things flora and fauna.  My habit progressed to the point that I was hoarding stashes of dried yeast in crevices and crannies of the fridge, freezer and any available cabinet.  Post-it notes, freezer labels and plastic baggies replaced binary 1′s and 0′s.  Who needs a telephone or computer when flour and water can sustain the living soul.  Literally.

And then it happened:

I’d like to think it was a sudden, planned approach, but it came more slowly than that.

It was winter.  Stretch tights, stretch pants, stretched dough.  It all became one in the same.

Today I looked at the calendar.  No.  I.  Really.  Looked.  At.  The.  Calendar.

Daylight’s savings time arrives in less than two weeks.

Folks venture out into the wilderness of the concrete jungle in the spring.

Neighbors will be expecting to see me.

I’d like not to give them such a shock.

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Tomorrow, meet me back here.  We’ll do lunch.

Hannah and I look forward to your visit.

Seriously.