Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Bat Meeting Ball

makes me happy.


I got greedy.

Sunday afternoon softball apparently just wasn't enough softball for me this week. Truth be told, given the opportunity and means, I'd love to play softball three or four times a week in the summer. Alas this is not the case... yet.

But this week the opportunity did present it self to join Coach's Tuesday night team for a game under the lights last night. And even though the game didn't start until 9pm, which meant I would be up way past my normal bedtime, and I had to rush to get down to the diamond after waiting to leave after I got Byrdie to bed, I was still super pumped to get to play again.

Kev was at the Blue Jays game but when I texted him I was going down to play he cut out of the there a bit early to catch the last couple innings of my game. Ahhh, must be love.

So there I am, my last at bat, husband standing right behind me on the other side of the cage telling me to 'be patient, wait for it to come to me, keep your eye on it.'

First pitch... I let it go.

Second pitch... I let it go.

Third pitch... Ka-chow!

Opposite way over the right fielders head who was clearly showing me no respect.

"On your horse!" I hear coach yell. You don't have to tell me twice, running fast is what I was born to do!

A stand up triple. Oh yeah.

Now I'm perched on third ready to run it home. Next batter hits another ding-er out to right field. An easy tag up. Wait, wait, wait. Fielder makes the catch and I'm off...


POP! It's like the tendon on the bottom of my foot has completely detached from the heel. Hop, hop, hop. I make it home. The run scores. I can hardly walk.

Oh good ol' plantar fasciitis, I thought we had broken up many years ago?!?

I guess not. What a total bummer, I can't put any weight on it and literally have to crawl into my bedroom once we get home.


While crawling toward my bed I notice Cashius lying on the floor under our window which is a very odd place for her to lie. So I double back to take another look and ask her "Are you dead?" Not really thinking she was but feeling very strange about where she's lying. Cash blinks her eyes indicating she is in fact not dead and I continue up onto the bed. Kev comes into the room shortly after and I ask him to check on Cash as I'm concerned as to why she's lying where she is. When he leans over to pet her she yelps and he notices pee around her. Now here is reason to be concerned, I mean this dog could literally hold her pee for a week if I asked her too. Back off the bed I get. Lie beside her, talk to her, pet her. Eventually Kev coaxes her to her feet and bribes her to walk with promise of a liver treat. She seemed kind of out of it, a little wobbly, and terribly melancholy. We got her into her own bed and hoped for the best.


This morning I could barely walk but Cashius was alive and seemed to be getting back to her old self. We're wondering if maybe she fell off our bed while sleeping last night?


Now I've been limping around all day, thinking about my A ++ dog, but I've got to say, my mind has stayed strong. Whenever it slips and starts worrying, "How long will my foot take to heal? What will happen if I loose Cashius?" I am able to quickly bring myself back to the present moment and recognize that this is just the way things are right now and know in my heart that my foot will get better as quickly as it can and Cashius will stay with us as long as she can. Worrying will change neither scenarios for the better in fact it might just do the opposite.

So be a doll and send Cashius some more positive vibes for us will you?

And as far as my plantar faciitis? Ice, orthotics, anybody got any other miracle treatments up their sleeve? Please share.

Many thanks.

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Celebrating 2

makes me happy.


Get your party hats on people,


wrap up your hot dogs,


try to stay awake Byrdie...


and wish your big cousin Evan a very happy 2nd birthday!

Ka-chow!

Monday, June 27, 2011

A Freshly Cut Lawn

makes me happy.



That sunset and lawn was just the thing I needed to enjoy tonight after I got Byrdie down.

She spent the last two hours of the day leading up to dinner and bath screaming uncontrollably unless she was in my arms.

Once in my arms she was all like "What's everyone looking at? I'm cool."

Glad you are Byrdie because I almost lost three fingers while trying to make dinner and support your emotional needs.

Fingers. Who needs 'em anyway?

Friday, June 24, 2011

Fractions of an Inch

make me happy.



You know what else I love doing? Making and building things.

My dad knows how to make and build everything and anything. I'd love to have his kind of knowledge. Perhaps one day.

In the meantime... we get our exercise go up and down ladders often and work our abs from laughing so much.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

2011

makes me happy.


I was sitting here trying hard to upload a video to this blog while listening to Ray Kurzweil discuss on Real Time with Bill Maher how we will be living will tiny computers in our bodies in 2029.

Sooooo, as it stands right now... maybe I'll have that video up for you by tomorrow.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Our Luxurious Life

makes me happy.


I wanted to, once again, write here about how much I love playing softball on Sundays...


but wasn't quite sure how to express my feelings until I read this quote posted over at Simple Lovely...


“Luxury has changed a lot. In the past it was eating in a three-star restaurant. Now it’s eating home-grown vegetables in a garden (such as his own) or somewhere on a mountain, or going to a small cottage where you find handmade cheese, and just having a taste of that in open air, that’s luxury now. In fashion it’s a bit the same. In the past, haute couture was luxury. And now finding a sweater in hand-spun cashmere somewhere in the hills of Nepal is far more exciting and luxurious.”

- Dries Van Noten


Softball Sundays are that kind of luxury.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Summertime

makes me happy.


Sorry


no


post

yesterday.


We


were


out


of


town.


Basically,


enjoying


summer.


And sunsets,


and silliness,


and s'mores.

Friday, June 17, 2011

A Frozen Farce

makes me happy.


I have this thing about frozen meat. I actually think I kind of have a bit of a thing about meat in general but that's another post.

Since Kelly turned into my neighbor she's been tring to show me the ways of frozen meat. Which seems to break down like this; package it properly, marinade prior to freezing if possible, and use relatively quickly.

And it seems to work. In the past year I've eaten much previously frozen fare off of Kelly and Sandy's grill and it's always been first rate.


So the other day when Kelly mentioned she's like to use up a few items in her freezer for our BBQ on Thursdsay I was all about it!


So much so, that Kevin felt the need to re-create the moment my sausage slipped off my bun, suggesting I just couldn't wait to get it in my mouth that I squeezed it so hard that it squirted out the other end.


Hilarious you two. Really hilarious.

Have a most excellent weekend.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Second Trip - Not As Many Tears

makes me happy.


This is what I want to say about the Vancouver Canuks and all their loyal fans...


Congratulations on a wonderful season and all your success!


I know if our Toronto Maple Leafs ever made it to game 7 of the Stanley Cup playoffs I'd be extremely proud even if the score at the end of the day wasn't in our favour.


And about all this?

Well I don't have much nice to say about that so I'm going to go ahead and keep my mouth shut. Because you want to know what rocks when you having nothing nice to say? Keeping your mouth shut rocks!


And I know this is a better representation of the peoples you all are.

Note - thanks to Joanna F for sharing those two links on FB and making me smile with morning with... "Stay classy Vancouver"

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Knowing Why I'm Doing

makes me happy.


I received a really nice email from a reader the other day telling me she was a fan of the blog and asking me if I might have any tips on staying motivated to be fit and healthy.

I was touched by her kind words and found the question very thoughtful because really, I could sit here all day and write about my favourite exercises and meals, but knowing and doing are two very different things.

So what gets me doing?

It's quite simple actually - knowing my life is better when I exercise and eat whole foods keeps me doing.

Better because I can chase, pull, push, climb and carry my Byrd all over the place - true story, I carried her approx 2.5km, on a uphill trek home mid-day yesterday.

I can still do backhand springs and high kicks - how could life be anything but better with high kicks in it?

I take nice healthy poops everyday - now who doesn't like a good poop?

And I've been wearing the same size clothing for the last 15 years - I would have said 20 years but for some reason most of my old track t-shirts and such that I saved from high school are now a part of my husbands wardrobe (maybe I was a little bigger back then?).

All except my red hooded 'Saints' sweatshirt that is still an integral part of my wardrobe... unless I'm about to loose it to the Byrd.

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Primed For The Divine

makes me happy.



Does the weather ever give you a very specific feeling inside?

Warm summer evenings give me one. And now that I've begun writing this I'm stumped on the words I could use to describe it. Perhaps the best ones are...

Endless possibilities.

Perhaps that's not the most comprehensive description but that's what it is. Warm summer evenings just make me feel that the opportunites to experience joy are endless. At any given moment in time something magical could happen and it usually does.

Which also reminds me to stay open and receptive to them.

You?

Monday, June 13, 2011

Doing The Gruffalo's Voice

makes me happy.


My brother in-law Sandy told me the funniest thing tonight.


We were having a conversation about which books Evan and Byrdie enjoy having read to them the most these days,


and the conversation quickly changed to ,


which books do we enjoying reading to them the most.


Other parents please correct me if I'm wrong but, the right books become an integural part of the bedtime ritual.


Can't be to simple,


yet also not too wordy at this stage.


They're great if they rhyme and have characters that you can get into.


Which was when Sandy told us Evan loves when he gets into character,


and Sandy's totally all about doing the fun voices except when it comes to...


the women's voices.

He just can't seem to nail it so, each and every woman in Evan's books...


speak with an English accent!

Bhahaha.