To Meat or Not to Meat

plantbaseddietThe other day I had a sulky day of depression where I literally just stayed on the couch all day eating cupcakes, french fries, wieners, canned peas & carrots, and microwaved popcorn smothered in Ketchup flavoured seasoning; drinking a ton of coffee, a couple of glasses of wine and one cup of hot chocolate with an ounce of brandy added for zip; and watching documentaries on Netflix.

I had once again let my boyfriend’s flighty attitude toward life get under my skin. After this many years together you might think I would be acclimated to it by now, I would expect it and never be surprised by anything, but you would be wrong. My recovery might be quicker when I’m blindsided, but I still get blindsided.

Anyway, I don’t want to write about why I had taken to the couch for the day because the more important thing is that while I was sulking and stuffing my face with crap, I wasn’t watching mindless sitcoms or cartoons, I was watching documentary films about things that matter, things that get me thinking, things that give me insight and energy and ideas. I watched 10 Questions for the Dalai Lama, GMO OMG, Happy, and finally Forks Over Knives Presents: The Engine 2 Kitchen Rescue. Continue reading “To Meat or Not to Meat”

Sympathy for the Devil

Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name … Happy Monday! Another crazy week beginning. I am so tired. Fingers crossed I get some sleep sometime this week, cuz next week I’m outta here for a bit! Off to the big city and that’s not going to be a restful excursion, lol. My flights to and from are insanely early. I need to figure out the logistics of all that trip stuff soon.

So this weekend was pretty good. INSANE, but … is there any other way? Went to the movies Friday night and saw What Happens in Vegas with Ashton Kutcher and Cameron Diaz. Great date movie! A good laugh. A drink and some conversation afterward, turned into me not going to sleep until the wee hours.

Up wicked early Saturday morning on a couple hours restless nervous semi-sleep. Had a hung over feeling despite having not been drunk. Rushed around all morning house cleaning and doing laundry and tidying up extraneous play details as I tried to get to the theatre early. Didn’t happen. Got there about a quarter after noon. But the stage still wasn’t set up so it didn’t really matter, I could have been later even.

First run-through of the play was much less shaky than Wednesday night’s rehearsal, which was heartening, though everyone was subdued, not bringing ‘er just yet. Grabbed some Dixie Lee for lunch and then quickly ran through a dress rehearsal before heading backstage to suit up for the real deal.

Hair, make-up, singing, nervous chatter, jokes … the wait to go on was a little brutal. I was so worried I was going to forget everything, that we’d screw up the lines and leave out the important part, like we had in EVERY rehearsal. But before I knew it we were huddled backstage listening to Sherry welcome everyone and talk about the cause, the girls, diabetes, which is never easy and at one point I even plugged my ears because I was starting to tear up.

Then the curtain opened and the boys went out to do their thing while I held my breath, freaking … until they got a laugh, which didn’t take long, and then I relaxed because I knew we were on and it was going to be ok. I forgot what it was like to be in a play. I forgot about the complete gut-wrenching wanna puke nervous energy turning into dead calm, complete focus. Wow! I can’t believe I didn’t remember that. I swear that’s the lowest my heart rate has been in years, acting is better than yoga! Meditation even! And all this before I even made my entrance.

I stumbled a bit in the third act and needed to be prompted, but other than that there were no noticeable blunders on my part I don’t think, and I remembered the important line in the first act that we’d never remembered before, which was good.

After expenses the play raised $900 for Juvenile Diabetes research. And that’s it for our group fundraising effort, this week individual members of Team Keenan will be soliciting pledges from people in order to reach their personal fundraising goal. If you haven’t supported our Walk for the Cure happening this Sunday in Moncton and you’d like to, there’s still time. Click here to pledge me and help me reach my personal goal of raising $100.

Thanks so much for supporting us through the yard sale, play, and pledges. It means so much to me and my whole family.

So after the play came the crash. I forgot about that part too. Total zonk out. And an insatiable thirst for a strong drink. There had been talk of a wrap party with cast and crew, but then everyone was like they were going home, so I just went home with a couple of friends who had come to see the play … and missed the wrap party that apparently did come together later … oh well, I was tired anyway. Had a cosmo and a glass of wine, which made me super sleepy so then I made a hot chocolate and woke up a bit. My friends stayed for one drink and left shortly after my Friday night first date showed up for a second … which went so well, a third is planned for next weekend.

I couldn’t sleep Saturday night at all, was awake until after 5am, and up again on only a couple of hours sleep because I had to work. Stacy had dropped off the second draft of bnm at the end of the play for proofing and Sunday was Anna’s birthday party so I wanted to try and get up home. I didn’t figure there’d be many changes, we got lots of stuff fixed up in the first draft. So I sent Stacy a few changes, wrote a few cover blurbs, showered, packed, and was ready to leave when Mom got here around noon. We went to the mall so Mom could get The Missus a gift. I seized the opportunity to buy some freaking new underwear, because what I’ve been wearing makes me feel like a homeless person, underwires busting out of bras, poking in my armpit, scratching my breasts, panties full of holes or just a bunch of loose threads tied in a knot, and socks … man, I have no idea where my socks have been disappearing to?! There really is a sock monster in the dryer! Buying underwear is so much fun! I really should do it more often.

So yesterday was spent up home having Burke’s take-out, cake & ice cream, watching a week’s worth of Corrie, in bed by 11 but still couldn’t sleep. Read until long after midnight. Slept eventually for a couple of hours. Up early and came home with everyone on their way to work. Have arrived to email saying I’m needed at the office today for manual printing of bnm. No rest for the weary. I should sleep tonight though. In my own bed. With a lot of the last month’s pressure relieved. One can hope.

And there’s a big ole long post for those of you who have missed me. Now, you’re up to date!

Mood: sleepy
Drinking: coffee
Listening To: we got the beat, the go-go’s
Hair: pretty blonde

Tall Glass of Vodka

I think I’m entering into another martini phase. I have the cosmo craving.

Okay, so let’s talk about the play, since it is coming right up this weekend and anon asked about it on Monday.

Since my two nieces were diagnosed with Type 1 Juvenile Diabetes, every year my family participates in the Walk for the Cure in Moncton. So every year we fundraise. Last year we just individually canvassed for donations and we had the Indoor Yard Sale and Lemonade Stand. This year we did all that PLUS a play.

We’re creative folks, so basically we decided to do a play, found a script, cast the parts, set a date, found a venue and started practicing all at once . . . and not that long ago. Kinda crazy.

The play is called “Astonishing Tales.” You can read more about it here, here and here.

My character is named Sarah. She is a smart (university educated) somewhat naive and inexperienced girl who unwittingly causes a lot of trouble in her new job. There’s a lot of laughs in this one. It’s especially funny if you know the people playing the parts. My sister and brother-in-law for example are cast in roles that are so completely NOT at all like their true characters that it’s really hard not to bust out in fits of giggles onstage . . . and a lot of time in practice mayhem has ensued from such fits of giggles. But even if you know none of us, it doesn’t matter, it’s a fun play.

Tickets are going fast as the weekend approaches. So if you want them you’d better grab ’em soon.

Mood: punchy
Drinking: not punch
Listening To: fingers punching the keyboard
Hair: punched up

Walk Well

Well I’m back from a weekend in Moncton with the family to participate in the Walk for the Cure for Juvenile Diabetes. Despite leaving somewhat later than anticipated on Saturday morning, our room was not ready when we arrived. A bit of mis-information in thinking check-in could occur at 11am without an early check-in special request. So we had lunch in the other room (at least one of us could check in) and then went shopping. I bought two water bottles and a set of measuring cups and got a little cranky from the clausterphobic crush of Saturday shoppers. Really, for me, nothing says terrible time more than shops filled with people. I know it’s bad for the retail business but I much prefer entering stores where I’m one of a few rather than one of the multitude. And of course having five kids to watch in the throng, didn’t help. The last store we went in was okay though, not nearly as crowded as the others. A person could breathe at least and they had some good deals. Of course, I had no shopping money, but still it pretty much redeemed the whole experience. After shopping our room was finally ready. It stank to the high heavens of stale cigarette smoke. Blech! I had to sit by the open window with the air conditioning running full blast in order to stand it. Disgusting. I would rather spring for my own room someplace else rather than stay there again. The nicotine poisoned air actually gave me leg cramps in the night. I’m not even kidding. The other room downstairs seemed slightly better. Thankfully we had dinner all together down there to celebrate my niece’s birthday. I resisted take-out Wendy’s and DQ Ice Cream cake, opting for the rice and roast beef I packed instead. Cuz that’s what a healthy lifestyle involves. Being conscious of the crap and making better choices. I went a little overboard later though and drank a whole bottle of wine. At least it helped me sleep on the fold out couch in the main room. Sunday morning I got to watch most episodes of Coronation Street before heading to the coffee shop for breakfast. Eating out is hard! It’s hard to make good choices when you don’t know how. Like not thinking to order the toast unbuttered for instance. So it comes dripping greasy and you know it’s hundred of ugly fat calories right there, in a single meal. Blows your day. Sunday was a terrible day foodwise. Maybe I need to eat out more, to get used to how to order stuff, to get more practice. Like when I had to eat at McDonald’s for supper. I didn’t have a clue what to get. I was absolutely starving. Like passing out in the line-up starving. And I just couldn’t stomach an old iceberg lettuce salad. I had no idea what to order. So I ordered the grilled chicken sandwich, no fries or pop or anything, but again, I forgot to order it plain, so it came drenched in sauce and mayo. And there we go, a second meal in the same day that used all my fats and all my calories. The road to hell is truly paved with good intentions. I had researched nutrition facts for Wendy’s and Dairy Queen, so I was prepared if we went there. I was not prepared for McDonald’s 😦 Oh well, it’s a learning experience.

The walk itself was fabulous! Great band, extremely emotional moments, nice walk, good times! I imagine J will blog the details. I’m outta time. Overall, had a really nice weekend. Already talking about what we’ll do to raise money for next year. I was exhausted when I got home. Just checked email and went to bed. Didn’t get up with the alarm this morning. Made an executive decision to give myself more rest and recuperation. So I slept in until quarter after 7. I want to start a 5am routine this week. We’ll see how that goes. Anyway, gotta run, much to do today.

Mood: sleepy
Drinking: king cole tea, black
Listening To: apartment building silence . . . which truly isn’t silence at all
Hair: tied up

Walk Away Kel

I nearly pissed myself laughing last night. I’ve started listening to Podcasts while I have dinner. It helps to kill two birds with one stone. First, it keeps me from popping in a DVD and mindlessly vegging in front of the TV for two hours while I eat. Eating at the table in the dining room keeps me focused. And two, I get to actually listen to all these great Podcasts I subscribe to on iTunes without making me feel like I’m wasting time and being unproductive. I subscribe to about a half dozen, including about three from CBC Radio about books, authors, and writing, one from CBC Televison, YouTube, Tom Green (yeah, I can’t help myself), but my absolute favourite is Smodcast with Kevin Smith and Scott Mosier. If you have never listened to this, you just have to, I dare you not to laugh. Yesterday’s episode had a special guest host with Kevin Smith because Scott Mosier’s dog died (so sad 😦 I feel for him) and was taped on the east coast in Jersey because Kevin was on the road. They spent the whole hour pretty much talking about this gigantic flea market they went to. I snorted water up my nose a couple of times. They should issue a “Warning: Not to be consumed when consuming anything else” label on that. It’s some freaking crazy stuff. Anyway, I’m NOT going to tell you anything about it, other than you need to look that stuff up and give it a listen.

Walk weekend is rapidly approaching. I think it’s going to be a good experience. I’m looking forward to going to Moncton and spending some time with the kids. I’m not looking forward to trying to eat healthy and balanced while living in a hotel on a Mountain Road . . . but we’ll see how I do with that. Hopefully, I’ll find alternatives and not end up feeling crappy and lackluster. There are nearly 700 calories in a small peanut butter cup Blizzard. Think about that. I’ve much work to accomplish before I can mentally be prepared to leave for the weekend. But I’m working away at it diligently. Consistency is my new favourite word. Yesterday I cracked 2,000 words on a story, a personal record for me. That’s one story. THE story. That doesn’t include all the other crap I write on a daily basis. I never count any of that stuff. I never count this blog. I should though. Because sometimes I blog good stuff. Not today, perhaps. But sometimes. But when I think about the act of committing anywhere from 1,000-2,000 focused words per day, EVERY day, consistently . . . the possibilities blow my mind. Maybe there’s hope of me evolving into a “real” writer yet. I’m certainly evolving. I hardly recognize myself in the mirror when I look into it at 6:05 every morning and say, “Hello inner voice! The day is mine!” Yeah, right out loud. And I don’t care who hears. And at that quiet time of the morning if anyone’s listening, they will hear. But I don’t care how crazy it might seem to be talking to myself out loud in the mirror, because dammit if this motivational stuff isn’t working. It’s starting to take. Stuff is happening!

Mood: driven
Drinking: water, coffee, luke warm and black
Listening To: nothing yet, but I’m about to put on a little Tragically Hip
Hair: damp from this morning’s shower still

Back Again

I’ve returned from spending time with family this weekend. Got to see my dog, my kids, my parents, sisters and brothers-in-law. It was good, despite me being sick. I got a wok and a new pair of exercise/walking pants at the Yard Sale. J&J raised a whopping $1,000 for the JDRF walk on June 3rd!! Which is fabulous! Still time to sponsor me, if you haven’t already (thanks, by the way!), here’s the link again, click here. My new personal goal is $200. Maybe this is doable.

In other news, I weighed myself this morning (I’m weighing in once a week, not that the numbers really mean shit to me, but it’s less time consuming than measuring [yes, i know i should do both] and apparently getting real is the way to go) and I lost another five pounds. This means I’ve officially lost the 10 pounds I gained when I moved home. I’m back to normal again. This is good. I feel much better, much more like myself, finally it feels like my life is back. Thank the goddess!

This despite being really sick still. I crawled into bed last night around 7 after tossing back a couple of Dristan intending to watch Strange Brew followed by Bob and Doug’s 2-4 Special, but was snoozing before 7:30 and never kicked until 9 this morning. Yeah, I slept 14 hours!! That is sickness, my friend. I have a lingering headache and coma brain today.

For dinner tonight I’m roasting a turkey breast, baking a potato and having some peas and carrots plus I’m thinking some spinach, because I’m low on fiber and iron today. I think spinach has iron. I’ll check. Find some veggie with iron and consume. Turkey is really high in sodium! Who knew?! I’m learning so much about nutrition.

Mood: somewhat steely like the lingering grey fog
Drinking: water
Listening To: how do i get it right, sass jordan
Hair: beyond greasy


Sluggish start to this overcast snow threatening day. Sinuses plugged solid. Sinus headache resulting. Yay! I’ll fix that with lots of garlic and hot peppers later. It’s salsa day!

So the date for my high school reunion got finalized and it’s not a very good one for me. It’s the same weekend as the Rock ‘n Roll Festival and some new festival they’re starting in Blackville that is supposed to have a Bread ‘n Molasses contest that I’m to be involved with (at what level, remains to be seen). So, now I’ve got to be in three places at the same time. Can she do it? She will give it a go. Hey Blackcat, you should come with me to the Saturday night gathering as it’s opened up to other grads who graduated from bhs within a few years before and after us. Could be interesting. A thought anyway.

I am supposed to be going to my mom’s for the weekend, to help with the walk fundraising yard sale, so I guess I’d best be getting some work done now.

Mood: all fogged in
Drinking: coffee, fresh ground myself, cream, water
Listening To: brian tracy earlier
Hair: needing some help