My picture today represents two things that made me happy today.
1) Its WARM!
The weather is finally starting to turn around (knock wood) – it has been above zero for three days in a row now and the thought of being outside doesn’t make me want to jam icicles in my eyes.
2) I can wear my Wellies!
Warm weather = melting snow.
Melting snow = puddles.
Puddles = Rubber boots.
I used to be one of those women who would wear their good shoes out in weather like this and tiptoe and skip around the puddles on the sidewalk like some twisted game of hopscotch.
But not anymore.
A couple of years ago, I got a cheap-ass pair of rubber boots and they were…fine. They kept my feet mostly dry, but they were so uncomfortable. I would actually get foot cramps after having them on for 10 minutes.
So this year, I splurged and got myself a pair of Hunter Wellingtons. And I LOVE them!
Day 29 – dry feet on a warm, puddle-filled day
Now I can walk down the street, in comfort, without worrying about ruining a pair of shoes, or getting my pants all wet and dirty.
It doesn’t hurt that my Wellies are bright as fuck and make me smile every single time I put them on.
Awhile ago I was reading a lot about oil pulling and thought I would give it a try.
Oil pulling is when you take a tablespoon of oil into your mouth and swish it around for 20 minutes before spitting it out. It’s supposed to have all kinds of health benefits and be, actually, really good for your teeth. You can read more about it here if you’re interested.
The last time I gave it a try, I used coconut oil since that is also supposed to have health benefits coming out the wazoo (read: super trendy). But every time I took a spoonful of it, my gag reflex would kick in pretty powerfully. It seemed that something about the chunky, congealed grease made me think of…well, chunky, congealed grease and it made me want to vomit.
So my oil pulling days lasted exactly 1 week before I simply couldn’t make myself do it anymore.
I knew that there are other oils that work, but the thought of continuing just made my stomach turn.
Now its been about a month, and I figured that is just long enough that I could safely try it again without heaving all over my kitchen.
But not with *barf* coconut oil.
Day 28 – pulling oil that doesn’t start out chunky
And you never know, maybe Day 60 will be a picture of my whiter, non-gingivitis-y teeth!
You may not know this, because I try to keep it under wraps, but my husband is a food blogger.
I kid, I kid! I am very proud of Phil and his blog – baconhound.com – and I tell everyone I know to read it. So, unless you’ve been in a coma the last couple of months, you probably already know that Phil is on the hunt for the best burger in Edmonton.
To commemorate his YEG Burger Odyssey, we designed a new, limited edition t-shirt. We just got them in and they look awesome!
email email@example.com to place your order
Day 27 – new, limited edition baconhound t-shirts
My entry today may seem like an infomercial, but I can’t even help it. I love Phil with my whole heart, I think his blog is terrific and these shirts are really great.
Pick one up for yourself and see how happy it makes you!
So, technically, this happened last night, but I’ve gone back to it a few times today and it still makes me happy. So…loophole!
Last night we went to our first ever Pecha Kucha Night (PKN). For those who don’t know what PKN is, it’s a series of presentations, each 6 minutes and 40 seconds long. The presenters have 20 slides, and 20 seconds per slide to make their case.
Anybody can apply to be a presenter, and the topic can be anything you feel passionate about. It’s a pretty cool concept, and last night the presentations ranged from the history of flags to nanotechnology, and homelessness to donairs.
Well, Phil walked away from PKN completely inspired. As we were walking to the car, he was already planning what his presentation will be.
He waffled between:
Why planes are death traps (all those snakes!)
Phil Wilson is right about fucking everything
But my favourite was sent out in tweet form.
Day 25: My husband’s wit
Even after 14 years, he never fails to make me laugh.
Though, I should probably stop encouraging him.
As an xray tech, your markers are your lifeblood.
We cannot perform our jobs without markers. How would we know if we xrayed the right or the left hand?
It would be chaos!
Today I did the unthinkable…I lost my Right marker. I left it on a patient when I sent her back up to her room.
I was devastated.
When I told a fellow student about my unfortunate luck, she produced another R. “Here,” she told me, “I have an extra one.”
a matching set
Day 25 – tools of the trade
The heavens opened, the angels sung and she handed me her extra R.
Such a simple act of kindness absolutely made my day.