Your Daily Dose of Duke #22

I'm sorry I love my dog so much but you should probably love him too.

On our Way to the Poulsbo Beer Run

Yeah I don't remember taking this picture.

Thanksgiving Snarl

Look Away

STOP IT

The Ocean Smells Like Dead Fish

Yeah, Slober

So cute

Love Him

What's that over there

Last Birthday of My 20s – Year in Review

I’m 29. For real, not like I’m 31 and say I’m 29 I actually turned 29. I don’t know if you know this but it’s kind of a big deal because I’m kind of a big deal.

For the past few years my birthday has followed the same sort of pattern: 

-        Wake up get Happy Birthday from the man I love, smile.

-        Cry, painfully for about 3 hours. It’s a mixture of missing my mom, getting older, smashed dreams and thinking my birthday is insignificant and I’m the only one who cares. Woes to me. I usually cry in the shower, it’s therapeutic.

-        Get super excited that it’s my birthday, make grand plans.

-        Cancel all plans and retreat to depression.

-        Wage war against my birthday.

-        Open my mouth to talk and end up crying.

-        Secretly hope friends will come to my rescue and force me to celebrate.

-        Friends come to my rescue.

-        Feel stupid.

This year was no different. I am crazy. Don’t know if you knew that either. I laugh about it the next day because it sounds like the ramblings of a madman and I issue a formal apology to friends and family that have seen me go through my weird whatever you’d call it.

I’m much better now. This year has been a good one in the books as far as I’m concern. Married life is awesome my husband IS my best friend. I couldn’t ask for someone better (cause there is none, see what I did there?). My job? I have one! That’s really all that matters. I lost a bunch of weight through being a crazy workout person. I feel much, much better, not because I lost the weight, necessarily, but because through eating better and working out I have lower stress levels, am no so cranky and am easily able to maintain the craziest schedule known to man. I started down the path of becoming a volunteer fire fighter, my work schedule was adaptable, it is an amazing field and I needed a hobby that would get me out of the house. Ha! Currently, I work 40 hours a week, am in class (which is a 40-minute drive one way from my house) 16 hours a week, pull one 7-10 hour shift at the fire station a week and somehow get running, the gym, and the other mundane stuff in my life in there. I’m in a constant state of exhaustion, but I’m never bored. I’ve made life-long friends. Tim is getting out of the Navy and we’re moving to Southern California. Lots of changes, lots of news, lots of excitement and all before my 30^th year. I see great things to come!

I’m a Halloweenie

I love Halloween. Not just because I’m a horror film addict or because I love costumes and candy but because of what it represents. As a kid, my family went BIG for Halloween (oh and we were Catholics) and it’s one of the few holidays you can go BIG for decorations wise and not have it be weird. For me, Halloween meant family time. We’d have a neighborhood parade and then a party before we went trick-or-treating. My mom and dad always dressed up. It was honestly a magical time. I like that it symbolizes the entrance of winter and emphasizes the fall but most importantly, I love that it shows that our country is accepting, of everyone and every boy and ghoul.

 

I am not a religious person. I am a spiritual person but I don’t adhere to one religion. Our country was not founded on religion but on freedom from religious persecution. Halloween for me is one of the few holidays free of religious influences. You can try to say it’s a pagan holiday and the dead come back to life yadda yadda but I don't think of it as some religious pagan holiday. To me it's just an awesome holiday where I get to dress up and hand out candy and get scared. It has influences, sure, but it's not a holiday that adheres to one religion. The pagans have influenced other "Christian" holidays and we don't mind those. If you look at the holiday of Easter and ask what bunnies and eggs have to do with it that’s because the Christians incorporated pagan practices to convert them. Everyone can be tricksters. Pagans worshipped a goddess of fertility whose symbol was a rabbit. They painted eggs as offerings in hopes of a good harvest/growing season. If their offering was accepted they’d see a rabbit!

Seeing Halloween as anything more than a harvest festival with deeply rooted traditions of dressing up and “trick-or-treating” is just weird to me. Don’t read so much into it. Enjoy the costumes, enjoy the magic and enjoy the fall. 

Thanksgiving and Christmas are nice. I do love me some Turkey. Thanksgiving has been taken over as a religious holiday which I guess it is but I’ve always seen it and have been raised to see it as a time to give thanks for what and who we have in our lives not for what God has bestowed us. However some of my religious people refuse to see it as anything but a time to give thanks to God. The first Thanksgiving was with “heathens” who didn’t believe in god or understand a prayer. It was a THANK YOU to the heathens which helped them survive. But to each their own. 

Christmas and I used to be friends when my mom was alive. After my mom, the biggest Christmas lover of them all, died Christmas took on a much more sinister, depressing and terrifying tone than Halloween with its “traditions” ever could. I don’t like Christmas not just because of the loss of my mother but because it’s all about what you can buy. I hate gift giving, I hate receiving gifts (truly). If Christmas is about loving your fellow man how about you just tell them that or do some volunteer work or just spend quality time with your family. Some people do. I intend when I have kids to make sure they know the holiday is NOT just about gifts but about love. Love for your family. Love for your fellow man. Love for the season. 

I’m working on loving Christmas again it’s just hard with all the commercialism and spoiled, rotten flavor of it all. Christmas Day is beautiful, after the presents are unwrapped and it’s just family enjoying each others company. Leading up to Christmas I want to poke out my eyes, burst my ear drums and hibernate.

I’m not trying to advocate Halloween or tell you it’s better than it is. I’m also not trying to put down any other holiday. I am merely expressing my opinions on the matter. This is how I feel. This is why I do the things I do. I’m me.

Your Daily Dose of Duke # 21

It's been awhile. Duke hasn't really been up to much. Same-old, same-old - sleeping on the couch, sleeping on one of two dog beds, sleeping on our bed, running in the yard. i have started taking him on more runs with me again. Even ran him 5 miles recently. He's kind of a jerk to run with but he does love being outside and peeing on everything.

Duke seriously loves the beach, but hates the water.

He is not impressed.

This picture cracks me up. He's coming at ya, full force!

I found this hilarious.

Action shot

his imitation of a goat.

Change in the Winds

Change is necessary in life. It’s good. It’s bad. It has its moments. It can tear you apart or put you back together. I am not afraid of change. I embrace it. The Good, The Bad, The Ugly it adds to my character and develops me as a person.

   

Last night my husband told me he accepted a job offer. It’s for a company that the more he gets to know the more he smiles when he talks about them. My husband has hated his job for 9 years; I want him to know what it feels like to be with a company you can stand behind. To be proud of your work, to look forward to the mornings. I wanted him to be happy.

To work for this company means leaving my beloved Pacific Northwest and heading below the mist into the golden state. At first I was devastated I’ve made Washington my home in many, many ways. Then I realized we are what we make of our surroundings and our actions. California is where the job is. It doesn’t mean we have to stay there forever and it doesn’t mean we had a choice in the matter. We would have loved to stay in Seattle or Portland but we go and do what we can and what is best for us as a couple. My husband is a great man and I will always stand behind him, just as when I need it, he will stand behind me. A move is not the end or a beginning. It's just change. This move will be our first as a married couple.

This morning I went for a run. It was dark, even with my head lamp. It was chilly, even with my layers. There was no wind and no sounds. I began running and let my mind flood with emotions and thoughts and worries and everything else. Those four miles became 40+ minutes of pure mental flow. At one point I looked up at the sky. The clouds had parted and there was nothing but stars above me and my feet pounding below me. My layers melted away as my body warmed up. I ran and I ran until the sky lightened, my brain was happy and  my view on the move shifted.

Panting, I was stretching out next to my car when I noticed not only my breath steamed and dissipated in the cold but my whole body steamed, radiated and flowed out into the universe. It was as though my soul was exhaling. I smiled.

Making a Statement

It’s very easy to get frustrated with the world today. There is misinformation flying around like what is tossed in a room full of monkeys (I am referring to poop). The internet is a minefield of random data. Worse yet people are a minefield of misinformation. To ease my hatred of mankind I have made a list of things I would prefer not to discuss with you.  In no particular order:

   

Politics: Oh the dreaded politics. I know it’s 2012 I am well aware that there is a presidential election.  Here’s the thing, who I vote for does not concern you. In fact, it has nothing to do with you. It is a personal choice that I don’t feel the need to tell every person I meet about. What party am I affiliated with? Nunya. As in Nunya Business. I’ve been getting phone calls from campaign people and even if it’s the person I’m voting for I still “decline to say.” Why? Because it only matters to me. Also, I use Facebook as a way to stay connected to friends and family, not a way to push some kind of weird political agenda of how wrong or right one person/party is. If you want to have an actual discussion (oy vey) you can call, text or write your local congressman. Kidding. I’d be happy to discuss stuff with you in person or on the phone as long as we keep normal tones but if you think slamming Facebook with all your political hullabaloo is going to change my mind, you’re wrong. I will continue to post pictures of the meals I work hard to prepare, my dog, my achievements and hope that my friends will support me as I run for being awesome.

Religion: I was raised Catholic. To each their own. I am Agnostic (confused). Basically, I believe something could be out there but whether it’s God, Jesus, a Flying Spaghetti Monster, a 7-headed Lollypop Goddess, Pele or Odin it doesn’t really matter to me. I believe in the human spirit. I think that any amount of true prayer, dedication and meditation can lift someone’s spirits, create a positive feeling and enable people to do great things. I don’t put anyone down for believing what they believe. Just because we don’t believe in the same things, doesn’t mean I love that person any less. I hate everyone with an equal amount of spite. In fact, to truly believe in something sometimes take more strength than to deny it. Everyone has the ability to be spiritual, what form that spirituality comes in doesn’t matter to me. However, please don’t tell me to “Have a Blessed Day” I never know how to respond to that. Do I look slightly confused and say Thank You? Do I shot them hand guns and say “Back at cha?” Do I get the deer in the headlights look and say “You too?”

Dieting: Getting healthy is no easy feat, especially if you are dealing with years of bad eating habits. Changing your eating habits because of allergies, medical concerns or to correct your cookie monster attitude is a great idea. I talk about my weight loss a lot. 1 Because I’m super proud of it and 2 Because I learned a lot from it. I learned that I feel better when I eat better. I learned that I am truly allergic to some foods. I learned that carbs help me run. One of the most important things I learned is that no one thing works for everyone. The key in life is BALANCE and finding a way of eating that will support you for the rest of your life. For instance, I can’t eat red meat it makes me horribly ill. I wasn’t always this way but I am now. Does that mean I expect my husband to give up red meat or if we have kids I’ll restrict their diets? NO. I still cook steaks for my husband I still plan on cooking red meat burgers for my kids. It just means I will eat something else. I was a cake addict. There, I said it. There wasn’t a cake I didn’t love (honestly, I can’t think of a cake I wouldn’t devour). Does that mean I no longer eat cake? Heck no, did you miss the part where I said I love cake? I just control my portions and use it as motivation to run that extra mile. If you have found a balance in your life with your food and nutrition and it is something you will maintain for yourself (without inflicting your rules onto those around you), then bravo to you. I applaud your ability to correct your wrongs. This does not, however mean that I want you to try and convince me of your way of eating. Unless I generally ASK you what you are doing or why you are doing that, I could care less. As long as you are happy and healthy and will indulge in a beer with me every now and then I wish you all the best.

Your Trip To Hawaii: Yes, I’m a horrible person. I’m from Hawaii, I’m Hawaiian, I danced hula and surfed since I was 3, I can speak pidgin and I love pineapple. However, if one more person tells me about how they went to Hawaii for a week and “fell in love with the culture.” I will start flinging poop. Hawaii is not something you can grasp in a week or two weeks or even a year. If you truly understood Hawaii, you would not want to live there. Our school systems, cost of living, drug addiction, teen pregnancy rates and crime are atrocious. Yes, I LOVE Hawaii, it is my home and if I were a billionaire I would live there, on a farm and run a charity for children whose parents are meth addicts and can’t afford to give them proper lunches. The history of the islands pumps through my veins like the rhythmic pounding on a ipu heke. I hate that my culture is bastardized for money. Hawaii’s only source of income is tourism. This doesn’t mean that you have to have been a born and native Hawaiian to understand the islands what it means is you have to have lived there and truly understood the plight of the islands. There are no shortcuts, there are no compromises. Hawaii is a world unto itself. Putting a sticker of the islands on your car does not mean we are “sistahs.” It is a beautiful place but just like a beautiful women, it’s hiding crazy.

Running: There’s a peace for me that comes with running. I love it and it will continue to be a part of my life for as long as possible. It is a stress reliever, it gives me an endorphin rush and it helps me cope with my addiction to food (Ha!). I am flat footed and therefore have to run with special padding. I have sustained injuries from running. To stop running for me, would be like to stop pushing during childbirth just because you ripped a little (eaw). I will heal and hele on. DO NOT TELL ME TO STOP RUNNING. It is my personal choice and if I hurt myself to the point I won’t heal then you have to let me fall to fly. I cannot run barefoot or minimalist. Once again, I AM FLAT FOOTED. Running without my inserts is what caused my injuries in the first place. Since getting the inserts and re-evaluating how I run I’ve been much, much better.  I will happily support you with running and give you advice if you ask, but I do not appreciate being told to stop or being told HOW I should be running.

Phew! Okay that pretty much sums it up. If you read this and have an issue, guess what? These are my personal opinions and this is my blog and if I have offended you, I do not care. This is how I feel and this is why if you try to start on any of these subjects in a combative manner, I will button my mouth, smile awkwardly, scowl, roll my eyes and if you are persistent enough tell you to stop talking. Remember, the internet can be bountiful with misinformation. Go with your guts, quit preaching and start living.  

Preparing … Subconsciously…

I’m sneak attacking my own brain. That’s right, you heard correctly. I find myself saying things to myself and swaying me to do things I don’t understand. Here’s what’s happening, the husband and I have been discussing that whole kid business. You know, first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes a combination of Tim and Leila in a baby carriage. Having kids FREAKS ME OUT. It’s not that I don’t want them it’s that I have a fear (probably from watching too many horror films) that my child will try to kill me. I mean like I’ll wake up in the middle of the night and there is the fruit of my loins standing over me with a kitchen knife and some kind of devilish strength to plunge that thing into my chest. Wish I was kidding. 

Besides my abnormal fear, I’m also just scared of having them, carrying a baby (both internally and externally), getting pregnant, not dropping the baby on its head, having something so very dependent on me that I can’t leave it alone. It’s a life changer and I know it will be enriching and I know I will love it more than I thought possible but I’m looking from the outside in and it looks, well, like a horror film. Weight gain, hemorrhoids, poop, vomit, no sleep, exhaustion, diseases, SIDS, sciatica, complications - it looks TERRIFYING.  

That being said, there is a war going on inside of me. While I have the crippling fear, something else is moving in the mist. I’ve started on prenatals. I find myself taking mental notes of random things. For instance, I almost bought clothes because “they would be great for when I’m knocked up.” I have come up with recipes that I have filed away in my brain as “kid-friendly.” I made up a recipe this morning for breakfast and it dawned on me that I started rationalizing that this would be great for when Tim and I have kids and they get all picky and don’t want waffles or cereal or pancakes for breakfast and instead of backhanding them and being put in jail I could make them this dish. I’ve even bought a pair of baby shoes and stashed them away for “when it’s time.”

I’ve always been good with kids, I usually enjoy their company more than adults, it’s why I’m a good babysitter, it’s why when I see and infant I know exactly how to hold it, it’s why I tend to mother my friends when they’re sick or had a rough day and need a hug and some cookies (aka wine).

My mentality since I was young has always been – just because I would make a great mom doesn’t mean I have to be one. However, now I find that as I’m slowly, very slowly, getting used to the idea I can’t stop planning my future with kids. Some days I crave them, other days I sit back with a beer and think my life is rad, why change a thing. That gorilla, that movement, that other dimensional monster in the mist that is churning and leisurely beating back the fear is starting to win me over and as I chew my prenatal gummies (pills are for chumps), I’ve accepted the fact that I am destined to be a mommy, whether I know it or not. My poor, poor children. 

The Firefighter in Me

Since starting my mission to become a volunteer fire fighter no one has really ever asked me WHY I am doing it. It’s a reasonable question. I, personally, have a lot of family members involved in the fire department but if you look on the wide scale of how many people I know there aren’t a whole lot of fire fighters, EMTs or even nurses. The path to becoming a firefighter is a long, winding one full of laws, technical terms, education, training and low pay. Right now I am stressing myself out and worrying over my Emergency Medical Technician coursework and I’m just trying to become a volunteer. I’m not even doing this as a career choice.

 

By the end of it all, I will have put my mind and body through some pretty hellish situations and yet my biggest fear isn’t about what will happen once I’m on call or what will I do when someone is dying on me or even how will I control my nerves during exams and labs it’s the thought of not finishing. I’m more terrified of giving up than I am of being a fire fighter. I’m more worried that if I don’t pass my EMT coursework that my training will stall or end all together.

Last night was my first real EMT class, quizzes on the first two chapters, lectures, the whole shebang. The instructor went to everyone in the class and asked why they were taking this course. The answers varied as did the ages. Some were fire fighters in the military and they wanted to transition to civilian life and stay in the field. Some grew up in a fire house. Some wanted to get into the medical field. Some wanted to be firefighters. Some wanted to be paramedics. I have the pedigree, I have the background. My father is a retired Battalion Fire Chief, my stepbrother and cousin both are in the fire department. My husband’s family is also in the fire department. My answer could have been easy and concise. It wasn’t what I expected.

“I love my community and I want to be an asset to them by becoming a volunteer firefighter.”

I couldn’t tell you where it came from. It wasn’t anything else anyone had said. There weren’t many people who admitted to going through all of this just to volunteer. Who weren’t making this a career choice. I do love my community. I loved it when I was a reporter for the North Kitsap Herald and I love now. The people are kind, the roads are paved and everyone is supportive. When I started to work from home, I panicked on what I would do to make it so I didn’t lose my mind. I toyed with the idea of volunteering at the Library or the humane society or at the horse rescue. My heart would have been into all of those things. Once the idea of volunteer fire fighting came into my head, though, it wasn’t leaving and it became a mission, it became a goal, it became real.

It’s only now, that I’ve truly started down the path that I am realizing what this will take out of me. I will be sacrificing my mind, body, time and effort. I will be studying, I will be physically active, I will be mentally taxed and I will do it all with a smile, because this is the choice I have made and this is what I want to do with my free time. I’m not doing it for the “maybe” glory of being a fire fighter. I’m not doing it because of my dad. I’m not even doing it to save lives. I’m doing it so I can live every day and know I am trying to do something bigger than myself that I am offering myself to something great.

The Dreaded Track Running

I injured my knee in June. I kept running through my physical therapy though I had to limit my miles and change my scenery. They suggested the most dreaded type of arena for any runner. They said I need to run on a track. Gone were the rolling hills, uneven, scenic trails and pet running. I was Nascar, around and around I went. Circle after circle. Repetitive left turns. I’m sure when I was given this news my face (which has never mastered the art of hiding my feelings) resembled that of a person who was just told the neighbor’s dog peed and massacred their garden. I was horrified and frustrated. It was like community service for something I didn’t do.

The first time I “hit the track,” which was not nearly as enjoyable as “hitting the trails” or even “hitting the gym,” it was hard. It was monotonous. The only thing moving me forward was my music because it certainly wasn’t reaching an imaginary finish line at the end of a trail or road run. At least if I was running on a treadmill at the gym if I got bored I could do something else or change the TV channel. With track running there was no escape, no challenge.

Over time I started to enjoy it. I was able to truly turn my mind off. I was able to really turn inward. Other than counting my laps I didn’t have to worry about hills or mud or the person next to me at the gym breathing heavily and going faster than me. I was just running for the joy of running. My joints and muscles loved me for the soft surface and my knee began to heal even though I was running.

I started running early in the morning with my friend. The air is still crisp, cool even chilly at 5am. You're exhausted but the air catches you off guard and opens your eyes. The track is eerie with mist and fog and silence. So much silence. Maybe a rooster crows or a dog barks but the stars are out, the moon is staring at you and you run. You run in the dark and you feel the earth change. You run in a oval over and over and the sky lightens. The clouds cling to early morning rays, the grass to dew and you breathe deeply and exhale fully and you run. You’re not thinking, just running. It’s very Zen.

What track running has taught me: Pick a track with concrete stairs. I walk the stairs as a warm up but they’re also good for intervals or if you get super mega bored. The aluminum stairs SUCK very slippery when wet, very not sturdy. There are “regulars” at a track, just like at a bar. You’ll see them if you go the same times during the week. They will run or walk or stretch, but they’ll be there. Over time you will be able to greet them and they become kind of your soldiers. You rely on them without thinking. On days where you go alone to run, they’re comforting.  Your muscles and joints will thank you even if your brain will think you’re a hamster in a wheel. Sometimes, especially when you’re healing, it’s not about the challenge it’s about the doing.

No, I refuse (to feel bad for my choices)

Fitness and health are still in the forefront of my mind, why? Because it’s EVERYWHERE. We are constantly being reminded (except for most restaurant commercials) that we are fat and lazy. Online it’s a series of “research results” and “motivational images” telling us what we SHOULD look like and that we can only ACHIEVE this body or our ideal weight by following their plan or tips or reading this research paper on how too much of this causes that.

The constant yammering of what our bodies should look like, what we should be eating and what we should be doing to maximize our weight loss has driven me quite mad. Especially because what we should be eating CHANGES almost daily and for those on a budget apparently we’re just shit out of luck. Just because we can’t afford organic or the high end “specialty stores.” 

I’m here to say “Nay.” What you put in your body is more important to me than exercise as far as being healthy goes. My reason for placing nutrition above exercise is because we have direct, sometimes immediate, reactions to food. For instance, my body doesn’t process red meat, doesn’t mean I don’t absolutely love London Broil, Teriyaki Beef and Kalbi ribs; however, if I don’t take Imodium before eating meat I have a 30 minute window to find a bathroom and lock myself in it for the next 3 hours. I wish I was exaggerating. Food is your most important ally in getting healthy with a side of losing weight. You could burn 1,000 calories a day but if you’re eating cake, cookies, milkshakes, chips, fried chicken and whatever else every day that spare tire probably won’t go anywhere and if it does I’d like to have your genes, please. 

What I eat tends to determine my mood. When I eat crap, I feel like crap. When I eat better, I feel better. I understand why most people say organics are the way to go; it doesn’t get any “healthier” than that. BUT, people have families (or sometimes just a husband who will say nay to double the grocery bill for less food), people are rubbing their pennies together these days, I know I am. Running out and spending even the same amount of a normal grocery bill on smaller organic fruits, veggies and meats, really isn’t an option. 

I shop at Wal-Mart. Yeah, I said it. I’m not afraid to say it. I’m a little embarrassed because Wal-Mart is like the black hole of ethics, but I shop there because I can afford it. I shop at the Commissary because it’s tax free and I shop at Albertsons or IGA when I forgot a small ingredient for dinner or ran out of baby carrots or desperately need bananas. I also shop at the Farmers Market, Trader Joes and Central Market. The later places are pricey and so end up being more of a treat or for specific items. One trip to Central Market we ended up dishing out $150 for beer, ahi tuna steaks, tortillas and a few snacks. It got real. Our Farmer’s Market features organic pork. I will dole out $25 for a pound of ground pork and a somewhat smaller-than-what-I’d-get-at-Wal-mart pork butt. That pork is absolutely delicious, the taste is amazing. But for the most part, yes I buy meat, veggies and fruit at Wal-Mart and guess what? I still lost weight, still feel better, still eat healthier and am full and happy. If you can afford the organics, good for you! For the rest of us, don’t feel guilty for buying what you can where you can. Read the labels of what you’re buying, compare and contrast different products, note the pros and cons, wash your veggies and fruit thoroughly. I clip coupons to be able to buy name brands and bring my costs down, but I also succumb to Wal-Mart’s Great Value brand. Their granola bars are cheaper and have less sodium and even carbs than Quaker. Yes, it makes shopping a longer process vs. walking into a specialty store or Farmers Market, knowing (hoping) that they did the research for you and just grabbing and going. But I cut costs where I can and I have managed to feed myself and my husband (and my dog) on a bi-monthly food budget without any negative effects to my digestive system, my health or my weight loss plans/goals.   

No one should go hungry for the sake of their health. No one should feel guilty that they can’t afford organics. No one should feel bad for getting healthy just because of where they can afford to shop. Do your research, make a budget and do what you can for yourself and your family to become and remain healthy, happy and fit. 

Examples of my Low-Budget Healthy Meals:

Egg white, zucchini, yellow squash omelet, turkey bacon and roasted potatoes (Wal-Mart)

Trader Joe's Savory Popcorn, Strawberries and a Black Forest Turkey, Light Salami and Muenster cheese sandwhich on a Hawaiian Mini-sub roll (all bought at Wal-Mart)

96/4 Ground Beef Veggie Packed Meatloaf with roasted potatoes, brocollini and pineapple (Wal-Mart, Brocollini from Albertsons)

Honey Chicken Stir fry w/ brown & white rice (everything purchased from Wal-Mart)

Salad (everything including the chopped rotisserie chicken from Wal-Mart.)

Ricotta, Onion, Garlic and green bean stuffed Chicken with roasted potatoes and sauteed zucchini, yellow squash and green beans (Green beans were from a friend, Veggies were from Trader Joe's, meat and potatoes - Wal-Mart)

Brocolli sauteed pasta with Chicken Parmesan (brocolli came from Albertsons, everything else - Wal-mart)

Your Daily Dose of Duke #20

Duke has been busy. We're back to being running partners ... Reunited and it feels so good!!! First his foot kept him from running then my knee kept me from running but now we're back on the same page.

BATDOG!

Duke's yearly photo among the dandelions.

How can you not love that face???

My baby is aging, I know it's just the sun but white face makes me sad.

Olympics!!!!