Heigh Ho Heigh Ho

Well, I'm off to work in a couple but just wanted to update my myriads of readers who are anxiously awaiting my next post.

This morning I weighed in at 200 lbs and then I walked 1.5 miles which is over 2,000 steps. I was gone 18 minutes.

I'm bursting my buttons and not just the ones over my gut for a refreshing change.

Katie, on the other hand, is working out in 30 minute sessions of cardio and pilates on her Bosu ball at least twice a day. Combined with her new eating plan, her self-invented "Boot Camp" is going very well just 3 days in.

She looks so good, even the Nameless Man commented on it. I think I may have mentioned in passing he notices very little. Lately, he is so stressed, when I speak to him he stares blankly at my lips like I am conversing in Swahili.

This weekend is the last one for Canadian football and the Grey Cup is being played right here in Cowtown. Our home team didn't make it past the semi finals but the best team in the West made it. Now I just have to survive until the Super Bowl in January...

Go Riders!

A Photo (or Two)

This is my "office"complete with the Tim Horton`s cup that is required by Canadian law to be displayed in every home. I'm serious...we teach proper roll up the rim technique in Phys. Ed.

Because I can't find the Before picture...HONEST!!

This is me...my many chins and Tikki in April of 2009. We have both gotten bigger since this was taken but only one of us got any cuter. Sure wish it was me.

In breaking news...the Nameless Man found my other pedometer when cleaning the top of the armoire prior to hanging up the flatscreen tv in the bedroom. I thought I wore it out (dropped it somewhere). So now I will have no excuses not to walk. Unless I can figure out how to painlessly break my own ankle or knee. Where is that Tonya Harding when you need her?

I'm off to Google self inflicted injuries.

More later.

Monday Mayhem

Today I spent the day at my In-laws, cooking, baking and cleaning to help out since my MIL ended up having emergency surgery in Saskatoon the day they were scheduled to return home. The In-Laws keep travelling out there for weeks and weeks on end to care for MIL's only sister who has terminal cancer.
Trouble is, MIL is 68 years old and working like a rented mule out there. While the rest sit back and take advantage of her. It is frustrating situation all around I think.
Anyways, I took WD's fabulous floor steamer down (since mine blew up) and FIL had a great time steam cleaning floors. I really should have bought stock in the company...I recommend them to everyone.

In the past few days I have made several batches of soup for MIL and Auntie to have and today I mixed up some Better Than Red Lobster biscuits. Although we didn't have garlic powder and substituted fresh chopped garlic, they were still good. Everyone liked them. Whenever I make them, I am always asked for the recipe so I guess they are good. My first visit to Red Lobster was last July and they didn't have any biscuits so I have never tasted these famous goodies.

I ran errands with my FIL and then in the afternoon took my MIL for a little drive and chat since she needed a shoulder to cry on. This is all so stressful for them.
Their house needed floors scrubbed, dusting, glass and bathrooms cleaned up. Whew...when I got home I napped while the Nameless man heated leftovers for our own dinner.

I didn't do anything at my own house and poor old Tikki was left on his own for the day. He watched a few movies, caught up on some ironing and redecorated his bedroom. Or maybe he played with the Tictac mints he stole out of my purse and then snoozed all day. Poor little guy, he is so used to going everywhere with me, he is at loose ends when I have to leave him. Typical spoiled poodle.
He is certainly full of P&V now. The mailboxes for our condo building are just opposite our front door so he is having a great time barking his head off at one of our neighbours who has come down to get their mail at 10:30 at night. I hope our upstairs neighbours aren't trying to sleep.

Tomorrow I am up at Katie's to do some baking and business... I will take the photo thingy and download the before picture...(GULP).

The Bad Blogger is Back

Hi!! Well...back yet again.
My laptop gave up the ghost and so I was off the air for way too long. At least to me...

But now I'm back, from outer space..I just walked in to find you here with that sad look upon your face...

So. So much to tell you, Kidding. Same old boring Lilly Nana but on a new and improved computer.

Random stuff:

Cousin was here for the weekend to go snowboarding. Man, we love that guy. Sure glad he is a relative. Especially since I can't stand more than half of mine. (Betcha think I'm kidding...I'm not!)

Number One son has not come to see us. In fact we have not seen him or only granddaughter since July. Oh well.

Katie's kids are growing like weeds. JC entertained us today at the playground by going down the slide upside down and on his back. At the bottom, he would fly perfectly through the air and land on his head (and back) in the hollow in the gravel his body had made. He would lie there for about 90 seconds, no doubt regaining his wits, and then run around to climb the ladder and repeat the process all over again. We laughed until we nearly cried.

Since there is no H1N1 vaccine to be had in our fair city until maybe mid December (none of us play for the Flames) we have been giving the boys elderberry juice to help increase their resistance to the 'flu. This has made Dom very suspicious of everything we give him to drink, even though it tastes good. (Don't even get me started on the wild oregano oil taste!!)

Getting juice, any juice, into him has become a challenge.

Wonderful Daughter; Dom, come and drink your juice.
Dom: What kind is it?
W.D.: Elderberry
Dom: Does it have vitamins in it?
W.D. Nope
Dom: Did you add stuff to it?
W.D. Nope
Dom: Are you gonna drink some?
W.D. Yes, I had some.
Dom: Did it taste good?
W.D. Dom, you drank some yesterday and it was good.
Dom: Is JC gonna have some?
W.D. Yes, he is
Dom: Can he drink his first?


And on and on it goes. W.D. says the kid acts like if he was left alone to our nefarious devices, he will wake up in a bathtub of ice missing a kidney...


Let's see, what else...I bought yet another pedometer...to "walk" with an online buddy, Teresa. Shout out to Teresa...hey hon, I promise, I will catch up to you soon. As soon as I find a screwdriver so I can take off the back and remove the battery tab so the danged thing will work, that is. And, get WD to set it for me...

It is getting late here but I do have a few more random musings for you all. I guess since they are my usual drivel, they can wait until tomorrow.

But, here's a little teaser...I do have my "Before" pictures ready to download. Now, I know you've heard that one before but my laptop is working perfectly and I even have Windows 7 (whatever the heck that entails)...so no more excuses. Plus, Cousin is coming back in 2 weeks so I have a definite goal to lose enough that maybe he will notice the difference. Not that men ever notice anything...LOL.

See you tomorrow!

What a bunch of Sickos!

We're all sick.

The Nameless Man has a bad cough that keeps him up nights. This is unusual because the NM gets up at 4:45 a.m. most days and goes to the gym. He is sickeningly healthy. Thanks to his cough, he is sleeping in the crap room (where should I put this crap? I dunno,... shove it it the spare bedroom.) and averaging 3 hours of sleep each night.

I have developed the 'flu, the non swine kind. I also have an infected ear due to no fault of my own. In other words, I did not have indecent relations with that Q-Tip. My left hip is out and I'm unhappy due to the decrease in my anti-depressants. Other than that, feeling peachy!

But enough about me. My main little buddy Tikki is also sick. he has been vomiting on and off all day. I suspect he snagged a chocolate cookie that JC may have set down. He has never been sick to his stomach once in his life but I now fully understand where the expression, "Sick as a dog" comes from.

Yesterday, JC came in the bedroom where I was lying, watching tv, resting my sore hip and asked for a sip of my 7-Up. Once he had a drink, he practically tossed the bottle onto the bed with me. Too bad he hadn't put the cap back on...

WD and I stripped the sheets and put on a set of the fabulous Egyptian cotton sheets I bought at the fall Home Show. They felt divine to slip into. Too bad they only lasted 70 minutes before my sweet buddy Tikki was sick all over them.

That wasn't the low point though. The true low point was when I carried Tikki to bed, as is our custom, and just as I got to the bedroom door, felt the warm splash as he was sick all down the front of me and over my bare feet.

I`ll venture a guess you are now feeling a little sick yourself.

Monday, Monday I Love that day!

Okay, call me a weirdo. No, really, I mean it. It's the only name I answer to!
I was pretty happy to have my appointment with the cardiologist today and get the news.

It was good news too. The thallium test was good (so glad I studied hard) and my heart looks to be in good shape for a 90 year old man. Kidding, kidding, It's all pretty good.
Some unusual blip on the EKG which raised the alarm and stressed me out but right now, she thinks the chest pain must be directly related to the anti-depressant I was put on about 6 months ago. Right before the chest pains started.

So, tomorrow it's back to the G.P. to get my meds changed again. Hope these ones work better than the last (not current). Those worked great but at $300 a month I couldn't afford them and when I went off, ended up in Emerg.

Life is a challenge, eh? Like Roseanne Rosanna Danna said, "If it's anotta one thig, it's another!"

Weight wise I am doing very well. I've turned into the soup Nazi and made lots of homemade, low fat, low sodium soups. Between that, eating more sensibly and walking Tikki, I have lost some weight.

Tomorrow's recipe is for curried pumpkin soup.

Today I weighed 197

Tuesday Musings

Yesterday was a good day.

I was pretty good as far as ticking to my new goals, well, mostly...
Feel free to tune out now, this is the "accountabilty to the entire World Wide Web" portion of your program.

Yesterday's breakfast was oatmeal. I pkg instant for 150 calories
Lunch: Vegetable Beef and Barley soup, approx 220 calories
Supper: Leftovers...so I ate beef and mushroom sauce (otherwise known as hamburger mush) approx 300 calories and I skipped the potatoes... but you'll notice no veggies were harmed in the making of my dinner.

Then, I went a bit crazy and ate a package of cookies, just a lunch sized bag, but still NOP (Not On Plan), 3/4 of a bag of micro popcorn, and a few macadamia nuts that were covered in chocolate. Oh and a big serving of apple crisp that turned out okay. The topping was drier than usual because I not only substituted margarine, I cut the amount down by nearly half.

So, in summary, I started out well, then went a bit nuts but overall, I did better than I usually do. I am a snacker...

WD isn't coming down today so I guess picture day will have to be tomorrow.

Today, I'm making Vegetable Chicken Soup for lunches and some sort of chicken concoction for dinner. I haven't looked for a recipe yet.
Not much else happening here except I am job hunting.

WD decided to stay home with JC until at least next fall when he starts kindergarten. So, I am looking. The problem is, I would rather gargle with glass shards than go back into my "field" which is personal insurance.

Just thinking about it gives me chest pains...seriously. I loved my job at the time but didn't enjoy the women I worked with (or for). Anyone who has worked in an office with women knows exactly what I mean. The only thing I ever missed about that job was my clients that I had built up a rapport with.

I've been spoiled, working outside an office for the past few years. I love stopping for coffee whenever I like and making my own schedule. I hate working with grown ups who act worse than preschoolers at the circus. I feel phony when I have to feign interest when they talk about their kids, pets, parents and ewwww... icky sex lives. I especially hate avoiding them while they gossip about and backstab each other. I have a great group of friends, real virtual and even imaginary. I just want a job where I can put my head down and work while collecting good pay for something that challenges me.

Is that too much to ask? This should be an interesting search in the middle of a "challenging" economy.