You’ve heard it a thousand times.
There are probably a million web pages on the subject, with a trillion hits.
The Secret, which isn’t such a secret really, banks on it. The Law of Attraction is what “The Secret” is based on, and even that is based on something thats based on something else.

My point isn’t to link you to Amazon to get you to buy books. I just want to share a story with you.
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Since when is this food?

Apparently this is what the people at Yahoo find is suitable advice for young people regarding low calorie snacks. Read more of their “food” advice on this subject here.

My advice?

For an ice cream alternative? Freeze some fresh fruit.

For eggs? Poach them to skip the fat.

I have no complaints about their taco meat alternative suggestion. I like Morningstar meat alternatives. Using ground turkey is a healthier choice than beef in some cases, but read the label and watch for additives.

For popcorn? Air pop it to skip the fat.

I can’t personally ever imagine making a faux ice cream sandwich out of rice cakes and cool whip.

I’m onboard. Are you?

TechCrunch bans the AP

I have a strange interest in public restrooms. Over the years I have taken cell phone pictures of some more visually interesting ones, or ones with notable features like this one from Las Vegas that has an ashtray.

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I recently purchased this jacket from North Face.

I actually have been wanting one for some time now. I love it. I love the feel, I love the fit, I love the weight and the level of warmth it provides while still being breathable.

So why didn’t I buy it sooner?
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I added a link to this website awhile back over <---- there. If you haven't looked at it yet, you should.
Some days it seems so. right. on.

I took a photo out the airplane window of a sunset at whatever altitude we are flying at. Navy into teal into green, yellow oranges, reds and finally black. Looking back on the photos I have taken, today started in black and white. Early morning snow in Lake Placid. I’ve been traveling since 5:30am EST, and I’m not “there” yet. It is currently 8:00pm PST (5pm EST if you are counting, 11.5 hrs in route). We are scheduled to land in another 90 minutes. Get checked bag, grab a bart train and drive again. I don’t expect to be home before midnight. That would only be 15 hrs in transit. Did I count wrong on the way when I said it took 19hrs? That or the layover, I’m too tired to figure it out right now. I’m only writing because I’m tired of sleeping. My body aches despite the wide comfortable seat I have home. Thank goodness for business class. I think a coach seat on this totally full flight might have done me in.

I miss my kids. I didn’t call them on the last layover, and should have. I miss my dog. I miss my bed.

Then there is what I left. It was a trying week of sharing attention, but all in all good. I arrived flat and wondering how I would feel, but as soon as I saw S I smiled broadly and felt like I was at home again. I have no idea what we are going to do. I have sort of given up much of the wondering and wanting. It’s too hard. I have to take it by day now and see where it leads. That is hard too, not knowing and giving up the wanting to know. It sometimes feels like giving up hope to give things up to the universe to figure out. I don’t wish to give up hope, but the daily desire for change is also pretty grueling.

Dear Universe: Please help me figure this out.

My butt hurts

I’m sitting in Newark airport as I type. It’s 4am west coast time so I am a bit grumpy. Not helping matters is there is no free internet here and I just can’t see spending $7.95 for 30 min access when it’ll take 10-15 mins just to sort out the details. I’ll paste this from Word when I get where I’m going.

In the clueless category this morning, I was sitting here at my gate grumping over access and this couple in maybe their mid 50’s walk up to the gate. Mr Couple walks right up to the door to the jetway and opens it. WTF? Do people live under rocks? A shrill alarm sounded and he looked around shrugging and huffing. He then asked another waiting passenger if his plan left. She states it did. Mr huffs some more, stomps a bit, paces in circles and heads to a white phone. Mrs just stands there, deer in the headlights. An attendant arrives, talks to Mr a bit, who circles and huffs. He then walks away. Mrs seems to know to follow and they wander off.
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I killed my sourdough starter. I was keeping it out as part of an experiment and then I got my puppy and was so absorbed in her that I failed to feed it. Note: If your starter is out and not refrigerated for days on end, you really *have* to feed it daily, or every other day. If you don’t, you will wake up one day with dead mass of goo.

What’s an experiment without a few failures, huh?

I did have extra. I had seperated out some starter just in case awhile back, and good thing too. I should be back to experimenting soon.

This week I started early. I didn’t wait until Thursday but rather I spent the entire day Saturday unplugged and feel a lot better about things I did.

I hung out with my kids and watched some cartoons, did some yard work and removed some of the piles of leftover wood from a shed demolition. Then, my oldest got a hold of my Craft magazine (link) and we ended up making monsters (picture soon). This was really enjoyable. I want to make my own now!
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