10 Books in 10 Days- Zen in the Art of Writing

I am not a big Ray Bradbury fan. I have only read Something Wicked This Way Comes, and that’s only because it was for high school english class. I’m not even sure I understand why we read it. I didn’t like it, mainly because I didn’t understand it. Continue reading 10 Books in 10 Days- Zen in the Art of Writing

10 Books in 10 Days- The Blood Sugar Solution

I find books on nutrition and diets to be quite fascinating. Not so much in “wow, this is insanely interesting information I am obtaining” but more in the way of  “wow, that is vastly different from what this other guy said in HIS book”.  Continue reading 10 Books in 10 Days- The Blood Sugar Solution

10 Books in 10 Days

I’m gearing up to move to the mainland for a month while Chris is recuperating from his kidney transplant, and I play nurse-maid. I am wanting to finish a couple of books with Chris’ help, and work on my big projects of ZooFit- How Animals Changed My Health and Fitness, Stupid Questions, and Conservation Fitness Guide.

Finishing these projects will be a huge deal. I have a lot of work before they are ready to be sent off. One of those tasks is reading and studying comparable titles. I have the Scribd app on my phone which is perfect for listening to books while at work or in the car. Continue reading 10 Books in 10 Days

To Chris, With Love

A few years ago today (43 to be exact), the stars and planets aligned perfectly to allow a singular event to manifest. A boy was born. He grew up in Kentucky and eventually made his way to Chicago for art school. At the ripe age of 22, the young man moved to North Carolina. This is where the paths of one young man and one young woman crossed. And their lives would never be the same. Continue reading To Chris, With Love

30 Days of Experiencing Nature: Day 30- Anniversary Tradition

Seventeen years ago today, I married the most perfect man in the universe. No, for real. He looks like Thor, he is kind and compassionate, and he does the dishes. Continue reading 30 Days of Experiencing Nature: Day 30- Anniversary Tradition

30 Days of Experiencing Nature: Day 29- Bug Bites

I have a bad habit of literally the weakest impulse control known to man. If it itches, I will scratch it. And thus, I have bumps, bruises, and scars on my legs, arms, and well, everywhere of things that have bitten, scratched, or stung me in the recent past.

Funny again, what I ultimately planned on discussing and what comes to mind at 10 pm when I’m actually writing are two completely different things. Tomorrow is my wedding anniversary, and I planned on talking about the special anniversary workout I made up for me and my husband. Instead, I’m talking about the little annoyances of experiencing nature.

Ever since I was a little girl, I have been everyone else’s best mosquito repellent. No one else has to worry about mosquito bites when I’m around. They all flock to me. I don’t know why. I am not a sweet person. I guess my blood makes up for my personality. It’s like compensating for something…

I know I should spray myself with some sort of repellent, but I always forget. Hell, I’m lucky if I remember to apply sunscreen, especially AFTER I’ve swam and before I’m about to go out in the sun. Normally the only time I remember to apply sunscreen is right before I’m about to go…indoors for something- Masters class, writing group, Toastmasters. If I’m about to do an outdoor workout, or maintain some gorgeous parks, I’m almost guaranteed to forget it.

Which brings me to my greatest vice. Bug bites. They are hideous, and my sensitive skin can’t stop me from scratching. But do I do anything to prevent it? Oh no, that would be sanity.

Instead, I meander through the campground rounds at work at 8:30 pm, without a care in the world. And then at 11:00 at night, I wonder what the hell bit the shit out me and left these grotesque marks on my skin. 

On my wrist, it looks like a miniature vampire bit me. I can’t decide whether to be proud of the initiation I have received, or to hide it. I mean, a vampire must have bit me, which means, since I didn’t die, I must now be a vampire. And that’s cool, right? I’m a vampire who cooks mean strawberry rhubarb pies and swims like an otter.

I don’t know, it’s either a mini-vampire or some sort of gigantic mega-spider. And I’d rather not think of that…