Within/Without

“A man may work from dusk to dawn, but a woman’s work is never done” Peace. This weekend I noticed something that had never occurred to me before..... I don't enjoy my downtime. Weekends are a working person's reward for having survived the weekend. At my job we only work 4 days a week. Not long 10 hour days either. A regular 9 hour day but 4 days a week. My weekends are always 3 days. Just because I have an extra day, doesn't mean a thing. I've been at this job 11 years and it's always been like that. There is nothing special or wonderful about it. And if you've been paying attention.... You will notice that I said we don't work 10 hours that we are getting paid for. So.... You folks working 5 day weeks make more than I do. This weekend the 7 decided to stay home on Friday, I watched him all weekend out of morbid curiosity. He spent the weekend enjoying life. Doing all the things he likes... resting, gaming, sports, etc. I, on the other hand, spent

Peace. I wrote a post about Kombucha. I had some. I loved it. Didn't love the price ($4/bottle). Made my own at home with moderate success, got lazy. Found a better, tastier, easier way to make kombucha. Smiling all over myself now!!! My problem with how I was originally making it was I was over estimating how much I would want to drink it. I had a few bottles from Whole Foods and decided I wanted to drink 24 oz a day everyday, because that was the size of their bottles. No different that drinking a bottle of Coca Cola a day. But my tummy wasn't having that much on that regular a basis. I can drink maybe 8 oz twice a day, if I push it. And even that amount is enough to keep me running back and forth to the bathroom. I got a 2 gallon glass jug on it's own stand to brew kombucha in. I don't drink that much. Precise might drink 8 oz, but probably none at all. So all that brewed kombucha just went to waste. Also brewing it the way I originally posted gave me a flat b

Peace. Over the holidays I decided to do something nice for myself. It was also something I deemed necessary but still nice. But 1st let me tell you a true story... When I was about 28, my late husband was having a conversation with one of his coworkers. He'd been cool with this chick for years. I was there but not really listening. The woman had to be in her late 30's early 40's. The gist of the conversation was someone asked her to go somewhere on short notice. And she said,”I just can't fall out of bed and look beautiful. I'm not in my 20's anymore!” that got my attention and I instantly joined the conversation and asked, “What happens when you leave your 20's?” She replied.... “You don't even want to know...” She didn't lie. I no longer wake up looking like Beyonce'. I might wake up looking like Miss Tina. My skin looks dirty and lumpy in the morning. And not like I didn't wash off the previous days makeup but like dirt and sand fle

Peace. Here we are.... another year! I'm geeked. I'm looking forward to this year. I actually have scheduled happiness. I'm getting old... I'm done just doing the survival thing. It's time to thrive!!!! Of course I have a few... and I mean few... resolutions. Last year I wanted to eat more healthfully... cleaner. I finally in the last quarter figured out how to do that. The whole”playing with my food” thing has been profoundly useful in eating clean and whole foods without feeling like I'm being deprived or punished. These recipes have been calling for the foods made from scratch. Last year I ran about as much as I wanted to. That race was a death knoll. I thought I was running, Apparently I wasn't. That kind of ruined it for me. I've been trying to get back in the swing of things. It's coming along slowly. Anywho.... I have a book on cycling, a bicycle and a hat. I think that will be my next thing. Intersperse that with running. I'm actual