The Daily EO: August 16th, 2012

A strange set of circumstances intersected today:

1.  Emile has lost 30 pounds.  Many of his clothes are loose.  Many of mine are as well.
2.  I am anxious, stressed and not sleeping.  When I don’t get enough sleep, I get delirious and unpredictable.
3.  We are packing and consolidating.  Therefore when we found two more-than-half full bottles of Grand Marnier, they were combined leaving about 4 ozs left.  Not enough to pack, too much to toss.  It needed consumption.

While we sat downstairs trying to make decisions about what to keep, sell and toss, we passed the bottle back and forth.  It was about 11:30 am.  As I sorted kitchen things, Emile worked in the other corner of the room going through computer, stereo and electronic items.

I successfully finished off a box and moved it to the completed pile.  As I turned around, my eye caught a round white object glinting at me.  My husband was standing there with a great big moon waiting for me to notice.  Flapping his butt cheeks at me for no reason at all.  His shorts could slip off so easily, you see, and why not moon his wife?  I gawked and giggled.   What the hell?

But back at it – we have things to do.  One was to review what is in the garage – catalogue and do the same sort.  I don’t really remember what I said or did, but Emile threatened me with another moon.  Not one to respond rationally all the time, I threatened him back.  And so we mooned each other.

Emile was not to be out done.  “I’m going to moon the next car that comes by”, he says.  What?!

Now remember: No Sleep, Grand Marnier, Stress, easy slip off pants and potential to be outdone by my husband.  We moved to the front of the house, whipped down our pants and hung our butts out in the direction of the street.  And waited.

August 16th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary:  Reports of Nudity in Muskoka are Greatly Exaggerated, I’m sure.   I love this man.


The Daily EO: May 18th, 2012

Somewhere along the line, man discovered that if your feet are warm, you feel warm.  You feel cozy, positive, happy and know that all is right with the world.  I’ve been known to put dry towels in the dryer and then wrap my feet in them.  And putting on a thick pair of socks on late summer day after a day of swimming and flip-flops (I’ve changed my vernacular – I say flip-flops now instead of thongs like we always called them in British Columbia.  Sad really that everyone now things I am speaking of underwear) is pure bliss.

In the modern era, some genius contractor invented radiant heated floors.  If you have not experienced heated floors, then you must.  You Must.  Bare foot or in socks, its like a hug from the floor to your feet.  Like a little kiss on each toe (if you go in for that sort of thing).

Today I was at my friend’s birthday party where great amounts of calories and alcohol was available for consumption.  I had heathy choices – yes, and I even prepared by bring diet mix to have with vodka instead of drinking wine or other items.  Yes, certainly I was going to partake in cake – I made it after all – and the steak, but I had gone for a run, I had some calories.  Plus, what’s the point of living until you’re 110 if you don’t binge on things along the way.

Later in the evening, my kidneys had done an admirable job of converting the consumed beverages into waste and I needed to use the bathroom.  I wandered in and was quickly reminded by my feet that my friend’s have a heated floor in their bathroom.   While I peed, I considered the following thought: If my feet felt so good on this floor, imagine what it would feel like on my back.  Now, consider the bathroom was right off the dining room.  I simply open the door, lay on the floor, and be warmed by the radiant heat while still participating in the conversation.  This is a flawless plan!

And so I did just that.  Social graces inhibited and therefore I could enjoy it in all its splendor.  I’m telling you, good conversation with warmth through your back, very good.  Glorious.

May 18th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary:  The best idea I have ever had – execution equalled anticipation.

Maintenance May Day 18:
Baked a Gluten-Free Black Forest Cake for my friend’s birthday.  (connection)

The Daily EO: May 12th, 2012

Alcohol is poison. It takes a large dose to kill us but nonetheless it is poisonous. It slows your reactions, impairs our judgement, affects our metabolism and pushes our liver to process out the toxins.  But yet, we wrap it up in fancy bottles and talk about strawberry undertones and food pairings.

The detrimental effects of processing alcohol on my body was obvious than when I ran Saturday morning. (see how committed we are?)  After consuming about 10 ozs of wine on Friday with delicious food pairings, I ate a healthy, low-calorie healthy dinner and went to bed at a reasonable time.  We drove to an area of vineyards near Emile’s parent’s house (read: nice and flat) and started out.   The flatness of the area had that dessert oasis effect where things seem much closer than they are.  I ran and I ran and I ran and when I finally made it to my goal – a cross street – I checked my GPS and found I had run . . . . . 7/10 kms.  Huh?  This is not possible!  And the worse part?  The car was now .7 kms away.

I managed to sprint, stumble, and drag myself 3.3 kms, but it wasn’t gazelle-like nor inspiring.  Emile, of course, dug deep and managed to get in 5.0 kms.  I walked another 1 km and collapsed by the car.

This is how I know alcohol is poison.  Because it couldn’t be my will that is weak.

May 12th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary:  Visiting 18 Niagara-on-the-Lake wineries today despite the first-hand knowledge of the impacts of alcohol on my body.  Food, wine, summer weather, and good company.  Who cares what tomorrow brings?

Maintenance May Day 12:
A day with Emile’s parents – a nice break for two extremely hard-working people (Family)
Baked a vegan chocolate cake that the who family could eat (vegan due to allergies) for my sister-in-law’s birthday on Sunday.  (Body/Connection)
Did not steal extra Bergamont Cupcakes at the final winery of the day despite an overwhelming desire of the delicious orange frosting and moist interior despite the host’s back being turned.  (Soul)