Where River defends me

Just yesterday, my hubby was away doing his therapy thing and I was deep in a new book (bliss!) when Ocean barked. Now, akitas aren’t barking dogs. So, when they do, it’s important.

I left my book and peeked outside the window and there, in the middle of our front yard, was a strange car. I frowned wondering if it was in trouble but soon enough, a rather large bearded man emerged from the vehicle and it was obvious that: 1. he wasn’t in trouble and 2. he planned on leaving his car parked in the middle of our front yard.

Like most Canadians, I don’t like confrontations. I prefer to bend, be kind and go on my merry way. I’m small and slight, not exactly a threatening size. My face can do funny, kind and sad but it messes up angry. When I frown, people smile back. So intimidating isn’t my strong suit. Still, since the snow had mostly melted and the ground was soft, this car was going to do major damage to our front yard. I had to say something.

That’s when I thought of River.

At a good 20 lbs over 100, my lovely furry boy is on the large side of an akita. Add his lovely, thick fur and you’ve got a good sized dog. The opposite of Ocean who loves every two legged person she meets, River is more interested in food than people. He’s wary of strangers and very protective of yours truly. The result is he usually glares at new comers.

With River at my size, I headed over to the neighbour’s. There was a group of men, all rather on the large end of the scale, chatting, smoking and drinking beer. Giving them my best smile, I held tightly to River’s leash and asked them if there was any chance they might be able to move the car.

“I’m really sorry to bother you, I just worry about our grass,” I added.

The owner of the car turned in my direction and two small, dark eyes focused on me. Canadian or not, there wasn’t a single ounce of kindness in that stare. Then they flickered to River.

“Sure. I’ll move it right away,” he grumbled.

Have I mentioned that I love my dogs? They’re the best!

Where hubby has a fit

After our switch to a plant-based diet, I decided to go to a dietitian and make sure we weren’t missing anything vital for our health. I should add that my lovely hubby, in his wisdom, has taken a much more relaxed approach to the entire plant-based idea…(His version includes the odd cheese burger).

The dietitian looked to be about 15, super cheerful and typed at the speed of light. She inspected everything in my 3-day food journal and declared I was off to a good start. However…she did make some recommendations.

Some were easy, like adding ground flax seeds to meals to get Omega 2 and 3. Some were not so easy and some were…well tough. Namely, she said we shouldn’t drink coffee or tea before or after a meal. 1 to 2 hours before or after a meal (apparently those drinks stop the absorption of nutrients from your body).

When lovely hubby heard that particular recommendation, he nearly had a heart attack. Being British, tea is akin to having a heartbeat for him and he flat our refused to do it. He quoted his elderly mother who drinks at least 8 cups of the stuff a day and is alive and kicking today, he then said tea is actually good for your health and where did she get her information and what credentials did she have and where did she do her research and he’d like to talk to her supervisor….Everything in moderation, he added before saying he had to protect an entire nation of tea drinkers as it’s their national drink…ahem.

Instead of tea, the dietitian had suggested drinking warm water with lemon. So, I tried it…and it was disgusting. Well, not completely disgusting but more like a medical cure than a drink to enjoy after dinner. It smelled and tasted like NeoCitran…I almost felt sick at the end of it. Certainly nothing like a lovely cup of tea or coffee.

The very next day I had a cup of coffee in protest…it was delicious.

However, I did go online and found that the very young dietitian was right, at least about the lemon water. Here and here and here…and the list could easily continue. Apparently, warm lemon water is the best thing for you. Sigh.

 

If we were having coffee…

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If we were having coffee I’d tell you that Ocean, one of our two super-spoiled akitas, might be a bit sick. She’s been licking herself to the point that she’s irritating her skin, driving my hubby up the wall and worrying me to bits. We have an appointment with the vet on Thursday and I hope they’re on a listening mood because I’m going with all my worries real and imaginary.

I’d also tell you that I finally have an appointment with a dietitian about our recent switch to plant-based food. I have to make a 3-day diary of what I eat and drink and then show it to them so they can tell me how balanced it is or how to improve it. I’m really looking forward to it because I want to know if we’re missing iron or proteins or vitamins as soon as we can so we can fix it. I’m also worried about my water intake. I might be part gecko because I don’t think I drink enough of the stuff.

Finally, before you started to think I was totally normal, I’d moan about our weather. It’s minus 26 with the wind and it’s March. Time for Mother Nature to get on with the program and start easing off. Worse, there’s a massive storm on our way for Tuesday. We already have warnings and special statements online and it’s only the weekend.

I am so not excited about this.

How about you? How is your weekend going?

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Where my blender dies…

Our blender died. Yeap. Our super especial, royally cheap blender died. Lovely hubby immediately decided it was my fault even though it died while he was using it. Apparently I didn’t put enough water in it (right) and the thing died because of it. Sure.

Anyway, we headed to Costco where we stared at the appliances wondering about buying a new one because we’re totally addicted to our fruit smoothies. But the things on the shelf there were at least $400 and looked both massive and super serious. Knowing our ability to break things, I said that’s ridiculous and nope. Then lovely hubby found a strange contraption for $99 and he immediately thought that was the thing to get. I wasn’t so sure.

The thing he had found wasn’t a blender…it was some sort of blender-wanna-be thingy that managed to look both new and super dodgy. So I said, nope and, since I never say no, we left and headed to our trusty appliance outlet.

The outlet is super odd and dodgy. The ceiling leaks, the door is broken and only one till works. Still the deals there are awesome, so in we went. There we got a new blender for $39. Delighted, we headed home…where we found out our new blender was…well, not so new and it was rusty, dirty and smelled…

That’s also when I remembered that our outlet doesn’t give you your money back. It only gives you credit in the store IF you have the original receipt AND you bought the item within 7 days.
And that’s when lovely hubby threw a hissy fit.

So, today we have to head back to the Costco outlet to see if we can get credit in the store. Go back to Costco (where we have been on a daily basis since Friday) and get that bullet-blender-wanna-be thingy.

I’m pretty sure that thingy is not going to work. But, having witnessed one hissy fit, I have no desire to see another. Who knows that contraption might work.

Obviously an update is coming your way soon.

Where I judge others

I’m going to be honest here, I judge people. I know I should not make passing judgements, but the truth is, I judge them. Worse, I have criteria.

1. You have a pet.

If you have a pet, you’re already my friend. We might not know each other, but you’re already in my circle of people I like and trust. Everything counts in my book, from a mouse to an exotic bearded dragon, if you have a pet at home, I like you–even if I don’t know you.

2. You have a dog.

Of course, if that pet should happen to be a dog, you’re among the few and friendly best. There’s no logical reason for this discrimination, but I find that dog owners (and cat owners are included in this category) are super kind, friendly people who happen to know what it’s like to wake up in the middle of the night because your best furry friend just puked up their dinner.

3. Your dog is massive, drools or you have several dogs.

These are a rare kind of people that must be cherished. They know what it’s like to have drool everywhere, to have many, many towels to hand to a guest as soon as they walk in the door. They understand what it’s like to try to pet your dog but your arms don’t reach around his girth. They know what it’s like to have such dog try to get on your lap because they don’t understand that they’re not a puppy and weigh around 150 lbs. They understand about being outnumbered at walk-time and know that the couch is theirs only for periods of time.

 

I find these are rare, precious individuals who have loving, warm hearts and aren’t afraid of a little dirt. They may not keep up with current fashion trends, but they know everything about trying to keep a house from smelling of dog and giving up during spring when said dog (or dogs) are perpetually wet.

Dog people understand like few can.

So, if you find yourself watching the beautiful parabolic arch of drool going from your furry friend’s mouth through the air into your cup of tea…don’t scream in frustration. Come and tell me all about it.

Trust me. I’ve been there.

 

 

Animal compassion

This one is self-gratification at its worst. It really shouldn’t be on the blog and I should be more disciplined than to add this on. But I just couldn’t resist.

What I eat in a day…

Before I started eating vegan, I wondered how people did it. What do they eat for breakfast? How do you think of what to eat for lunch? What about dinner? Now, after a couple of months of doing this, it’s becoming pretty regular and routine for me.

I thought I’d share what I eat in a day. Please keep in mind, I’m very new at this and certainly no dietary genius. I like it, it’s easy to make and it’s vegan. Those are my requirements. We’re not talking Martha Stewart here.

Breakfast

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This is my breakfast. Oatmeal with almond milk, with hemp hearts, walnuts, blueberries and a dash of maple syrup. Yum!

Coffee is the best part of breakfast!

Coffee is the best part of breakfast!

Of course, there’s a large cup of coffee in there as well. 🙂

 

Lunch

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This is going to look a bit odd because I added nutritional yeast before taking the picture but there are roasted peppers in there, with roasted chickpeas, roasted portobello mushrooms, corn, spinach and rice…oh and a banana for desert!

 

Supper

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This one is my fruit smoothie and it’s so yummy, it’s like a treat.

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This is my rapini soup. It’s super healthy and really tastes awesome…if you like rapini.

 

That’s what I ate today. If you want any of these concoctions, let me know and I’ll share my recipes!

Warning: feral dog ahead

Here’s my protective, watch-dog, River busy guarding our home.

River hard at work

River hard at work

Here’s a close up of the dangerous fiend.

Notice the eyes are half-closed....

Notice the eyes are half-closed….

He’s sadly neglected as well as vicious…

That's my hand trying to wake him up...and not working.

That’s my hand trying to wake him up…and not working.

Yeap. He’s super-dangerous, this one.

Those boots are made for winter

My incredibly organized husband just found these in the basement.

Yeap. They're snow boots.

Yeap. They’re snow boots.

Finding them, sort of raises more questions than answers.

What has he been wearing all winter? What else could be hidden in our basement? How does he manage to get dressed and out the door in the mornings?

 

Where I try my hardest

My hubby is not only completely tech-incompetent, he also happens to be a therapist. Since it is 2017 and not 1880, he has finally accepted that he needs an online presence and his own site. Well…since he can barely turn on the TV, he asked me to set up his site. Apparently, I’m web savvy.

So, I thought I’d share my attempt with you. Keep in mind, I’m no web designer. Still if you’re interested in looking, here it the site as it stands now: https://johnltaylorpsychotherapist.wordpress.com

Ahem, not to shy away from some shameless self-promotion, he also does counselling through Skype.