It is that time in the day...the 'mid-afternoon-I'm-starving-when's-dinner' time of day. I find it a difficult time of day to be sitting at home. I am desperate for the sunny days to return, so Jackson and I can get walking every afternoon. In the meantime, I am attempting to maintain a very healthy lifestyle in the kitchen to get rid of the last of my pregnancy weight.
Today's delightful afternoon snack is a knock-off of a campfire favourite.
Take an apple or two, slice them into quarters and remove the core.
Lay in a glass dish, inside up.
Sprinkle some brown sugar on top (I used maybe one tbsp. total over all 8 pieces).
Sprinkle cinnamon over the pieces next.
Bake at 375 for about 20-25 minutes.
I also added a little squirt of Agave Nectar and some vanilla flavouring as well.
Great afternoon snack - and only 2 Weight Watchers points, if you care!
Also, chilling in the freezer - banana slices with a tiny bit of peanut butter and melted chocolate on top. Not quite as healthy, but another great snack - creamy & sweet! I refuse to give up sweets when eating healthy - you just have to keep it to a minimum and be sensible. :)
Off to make supper - soup and homemade buns!
Friday, April 27, 2012
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Thursday, August 11, 2005
Okay, I promise not to overload you with posts, but I was requested to post an archived blog post, so here it is. :) This is probably my most told story out of all the stories of my life. Enjoy.
Craziness
This week is another day camp – 65 kids grades 1-6…yes, you are right, it is fun…Okay, so I am having a blast…that is until today (more later)…
Anyway, so I spend from 7 am – 5 pm at the church and our various locations, and my nights at the townhouse because Jarett’s friends from New Brunswick are down and this is my only week to see them. This week has been awesome, so friggen’ fun – but I am beat, so incredibly tired…it’s not funny – not even in my incredible giddy state…
A lot is happening – roommate shifting in the townhouses and trying to figure that all out. Finishing up the day camp Friday and then leaving Saturday for a week in inner city Hamilton on a missions trip with my youth pastor and my kiddos…Trying to get ready for school and STUCA and figuring out finances and how I am going to do everything I need to do…I haven’t even had time to think about moving and packing and all that…not really looking forward to even thoughts of it.
So Wednesday – ah yes, the most hilarious afternoon of my life. Most embarrassing, but most hilarious nonetheless. We went bowling (where I kicked butt of course) and then swimming at the Waterloo Rec Centre.
A few disclaimers and sidenotes:
a. We had NO injuries in our EXTREME Sports Day Camp two weeks ago
b. I am VERY VERY tired
c. I am BLIND without my glasses
d. I was very GIDDY and subsequently out of it today
Alright, so we get to the place and go to the locker room…Ah yes, a lovely place to start the embarrassment. Well...basically, I stuffed a bunch of stuff (mine and other peoples) into a locker, paid the quarter and then learned it was out of order (there was a big sign on the front...I Am Very Tired)...then I put it in another one, but locked it wrong and wasted a quarter, so I had to put it in another one...not the best story of the day...it just started me out on the wrong foot.
So I went to the kiddy pool, and in my state of tiredness, proceeded to fall a couple times from the couple inch high drop-offs that are apparently obvious.
So I went to the water slide. Now, I was wearing a tee-shirt over my suit to promote maximum modesty at day camp. Apparently, that wasn’t as good as an idea as I thought. I went down; on my back of course because I am cool, and about 15 feet to the bottom of the slide, I stopped (the resistance from my shirt being too much). There I was. I good see the lifeguards, they could see me. I could see people from my group, they could see me. So I did what any dignified person would do…I pushed myself down the rest of the way and graceful glided into the water.
After conquering the water slide, I went on to the hot tub. Now again, I am blind. I see a five-inch wall, a gap for the run-off and then another five-inch wall. I play out the logics and decide that you must have to jump into the hot tub…so I did. I made quite the splash – a near cannonball – and apologize to the people around (it was quite crowded everywhere there that day) and then the lifeguard comes over. Great. She points me to the path where you can, quite nicely, walk gradually into the hot tub. Oops. So I sit there, and then a few seconds later, another lifeguard comes over and says something – I couldn’t hear her though because it was so loud, so I just figured she wanted us out, so myself and the two kids that were with me, got out. (Turns out people from day camps weren’t allowed in…but I think they just hate me for doing a cannonball in the hot tub! :) )
So I move on to the high diving board. Now again, I am blind. Plus, I don’t really prefer heights so that is not really fun. However, I love a good adrenaline rush and new challenges, so I figure I will just tackle the high dive and move on (I guess I forgot what kind of day I was having!). I did a successful dive, a cannonball and then went up for round number three; another dive. Woohoo. I am pumped for this one. I wait for my turn patiently, yet anxiously. My fear of heights makes me want to get off quickly, so I figure I shall run (or at least shuffle) and dive. Now again, I am blind and the greenish board blended in far too well with the water providing a very bad situation for me, the very blind girl. So I take off, shuffle shuffle shuffle and …… JUMP…… except when you are diving, you stay closer to the board then when you are jumping…plus…in my anxiousness, I believe I dove about a foot too soon because on my way down, thwack, thwack, the very springy board smashed into my legs (at least twice), providing quite the crippling effect. Now, when you are in the diving position, it is quite difficult to get out of that position. So, in the impact on the water and from some reenactments, I believe I flew in the air and hit the water like an upside-down cannonball. (Yes, you may laugh, I haven’t stopped laughing since it happened). Considering the gracefulness that so normally surrounds me, this dive was quite…nice.
So, I proceeded to sit in the kiddy pool, 19 years old, with my legs up, ice packs on, quite embarrassed. I then had to go fill out an accident report and confess my age to which I said…"I’m 19…I’m 19!!!" thoroughly ashamed at my complete lack of skill…and how the injury occurred…"I went off the high dive. I dove. That’s all."
There you have it. Five humbling experiences in one afternoon. A very nice reminder to myself that I am definitely no better than anyone else.
Life as We Know It
I am going to make an assumption, since I am not yet a household name, that those who read this blog have a fairly general understanding, at least, of who I am. So, to keep things brief, 'Hello.' I used to blog in college, mostly to pass the time and procrastinate, but I find something calming about writing, even if it is just for myself (which this likely will be!). I find that when you write - whether it be a blog, journal, email, letter or even the to-do lists I am so fond of - you articulate your thoughts so much better, because you have to! If I sit at home and decide not to come to turns with reality, then, eventually, you can do just that. When you put your words down on paper (or a screen), you MUST formulate your thoughts. Whether you are expressing yourself logically, dramatically or creatively, you must gather your thoughts eventually. Even a sudden outburst can be very telling!
My piece of advice today, for myself, and my mother (because I know that she, at least, will read this) - Use your words wisely. :) Each time I browse Facebook and Twitter, I come across so many posts (hopefully not often my own) and think, "You will wish you could take that back someday, maybe someday soon." But alas, the internet does not forget - I can still find the silly blog posts I wrote six years ago. I am far too guilty of the aforementioned 'sudden outburst,' I am just thankful that they aren't all written down on public forums for all to see. No less crippling, to myself or those the words were spoken to, but at least I can reflect and repent more privately.
After that small reflection and very uplifting first post, I will pause and leave you wanting more. :) I promise to keep things interesting, at least until Jackson can talk. Then, he can take over my blog with his funny remarks, and I can retire early. I fear, already, that I allowed myself to ramble (a common friend of mine), so I will be off.
Happy Thursday!
My piece of advice today, for myself, and my mother (because I know that she, at least, will read this) - Use your words wisely. :) Each time I browse Facebook and Twitter, I come across so many posts (hopefully not often my own) and think, "You will wish you could take that back someday, maybe someday soon." But alas, the internet does not forget - I can still find the silly blog posts I wrote six years ago. I am far too guilty of the aforementioned 'sudden outburst,' I am just thankful that they aren't all written down on public forums for all to see. No less crippling, to myself or those the words were spoken to, but at least I can reflect and repent more privately.
After that small reflection and very uplifting first post, I will pause and leave you wanting more. :) I promise to keep things interesting, at least until Jackson can talk. Then, he can take over my blog with his funny remarks, and I can retire early. I fear, already, that I allowed myself to ramble (a common friend of mine), so I will be off.
Happy Thursday!
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