Celebrating Sleep

I fully enjoy the innocence and enthusiasm of my fur-kin.  My dogs especially.  They have taken to napping on most surfaces in my house.  The couch, chair, floor, under blankets, on stools, etc.  All these snoozings throughout the day do not deter them when I utter the words, “time for bed.”  The expressions on the little faces are similar to a lottery win… Or at least realizing it is one minute of work before the weekend.

They bound down the hallway… No… gallup in a giddy sort of way.

The investigation that ensues if I dare stop for a drink of water.  “Where is Mum?  She said, ‘bed.’  She isn’t in bed.”

There is nothing like the plop of little chihuahua feet jumping down from a mountainous surface… And the sound of paws on laminate.

Wrigley is my investigator and sentry.

He always gets his man… Mum.  At least for snoozing.


Do I Really have Stories to Tell?

When I was a child– and even into my teens– I wanted to be a writer.  The feedback from others was usually very good when I bothered to put pen to paper.  That is until the J. O. B.

Most recently my writing has been deemed “cryptic” and as having the need for frequent revision.  Creativity is frowned upon at the J.O.B.  Whereas in a prior paid endeavor, I had gotten negative feedback for the use of “cut-and-paste” to finish a project on time– cookie cutter writing is expected by the J.O.B.

I have never been one for accolades.  In fact in parenting, I tend to not praise for what I have expected to have been done already.  The problem is when the critique to negativity occurs and there is never positive acknowledgment… Never.  I look at my parenting and wonder if this is the case in my style as well.  Alas, it is very downgrading.

Accolades, I need not… But recognition of the fact I am a thinking, feeling human would be nice once-in-a-while.

So, with my brain thwarted of any creativity I may have once had, I ask myself… “Do I have any stories to tell?”

Are there stories or just a series of random thoughts that tangentially tie my life into a not-so-pretty package?  Words used to pour out in effervescent displays of sensory magic.  I do not feel I have this anymore.  I do not like the direction in which my life has gone.

I do not attend to this blog and neglect it as the great aunt who contacts for holiday.  An outlet it needs to become… Of words.  Words I may paint with a myriad of colors and shapes.  It doesn’t have to be pretty as much as exercise.  And who looks good when they first start an exercise program?

It doesn’t matter if I have stories to tell… I have words… I used to LOVE words.

I have given in to the Shakeology Cleanse craze


I have been fighting the scale to go below my next milestone.  Armed with the MyFitness App, I track my food intake like a research experiment.
The journey began in October with the decision to start following doctor’s recommendation and attempt a gluten and dairy-free lifestyle. 
When a few pounds were lost and after much reading on the subject, I decided to eat more healthy-less processed foods.  This clean-eating isn’t easy and I haven’t gone to complete health-nerd as I love me some pizza and ice cream.  There are consequences to not eating cleanly (or dairy/gluten free.)  But this post is to be about the cleanse.

Let me just say, it is day 2, 3:54 pm and I am hungry! 

Day 1: woke up feeling weird but I had committed to do this cleanse and stuck with it…  Drank my green tea… Then a chocolate Shakeology before I left for work.  I don’t think you are supposed to take vitamins but I did take my Melaleuca am with my Shakeology. 
For lunch I had a Wendy’s Apple Pecan salad without pecans or dressing (I ate the cheese which is a no-no, but it is my cleanse I will cheat if I want to) and more green tea.
Dinner was chocolate Shakeology.  Snack was strawberry which I tried making with hot water in the hopes of it being more palatable.  Not!

I drink alot of water which is very important on the cleanse.  So if you plan to do this… Know you will urinate… Alot.

Next morning I woke up with a migraine (aha yesterday’s “weird” feeling explained.)  I called into work and got up later to enjoy my Shakeology.  Green tea was also in the menu… Lunch was broccoli and fish…

And I am hungry.

Thankfully the headache has dissipated enough to function (for those of you who get migraines you are well aware of the hangover effect.)

Things I know thus far…
1. Shakeology as a meal replacement does not curb my hunger.
2. Shakeology does not taste good… There is an after taste that I taste all day.
3. Results happen.  In one day the scale has gone down 5 pounds.


So, I will see this clease through.  I have not tried using my blender with ice.  Maybe, just maybe extra cold Shakeology will taste better.  Fingers crossed.

Procrastination and Cat aria

I have to admit I accomplished very little today… and I expect I will accomplish even less tomorrow.  Life has become a series of trivial expectations.  I expect to wake up… unrested and have to face the day.  I expect to sit at my desk in front of a computer screen and a mountain of paper.  I expect to eat one of three tried-and-true lunches.  I expect to come home to happy and hungry dogs and settle on the couch for some Netflix. 
Boring and predictable. 
Tonight is not routine.  Puccini has taken up residence outside my window.  Cat..uccini… ?

I have never liked opera.

Chocks Away!

There is much to say with little belief an audience will present. Alas that does not matter as when the muse strikes, I will take the opportunity to follow. Many bloggers have a flair for the dramatic. This blog may be found to be boring. My life is not full of grandeur and is short on true drama. What I will post are anecdotes and musings of the day. There will be remodeling trials and tribulations for sure; pet adventures; teen angst; gardening failures; cooking and crafting. I am Clowdermum–and will explain why real soon. To another day…