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Wilson and the Carrot

I am not sure how I got he idea that Wilson liked carrots. Maybe it was the fact that he nommed them with no effort when I offered them when he was just a little guy or maybe it was because experienced pug owners said they were good for his teeth. Who knows!

Wilson asked me to relay the message that he only wants carrots when he wants them and he will tell me when that is. His story is below…

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Yesssssss! I scored a treat! It must be because mom thinks I’m sexy and the best pug ever! Let’s nom!!!!

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Mom, we have an issue. What the hell is this?

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What’s that? You said I like this crap? We’ll see about that. Maybe if I make my sad face when I sniff it she will cave and give me steak.

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I don’t want this.

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There’s no steak in the house? Shit.

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I just gonna nap. I don’t want you carrot but I won’t let you out of my sight.

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Celebratory Death.

I woke up this morning with feelings of contention. Late last night, while Chris and I were knee-deep in a movie about the afterlife, I found out that Osama bin Laden had been killed. Our trusty news source? None other than the message boards here .  We each looked at a few news sites on our phones (no offense to Phatasy Tour and its posters for the lack of trust), realized it was indeed true and went back to watching our movie.

Am I anti-American because I didn’t have a strong response to this news?  Maybe it was the incessant exhaustion from the weekend or my inability to process historical events until after they happen, but I didn’t think too much about it before drifting off into  a solid REM sleep. 

This morning, as I woke up 10 minutes late (as always), missed the morning news and turned on my XM radio, I was unintentionally able to avoid the issue.  Then, I turned on my computer and bam . . . bin Laden’s mug everywhere. 

Osama bin Laden was an ugly man, no doubt full of hatred and evil.  His actions caused destruction in a country that managed to keep fighting off of its land for many many years.  I remember 911 in full detail and I remember the ramifications that it had on my everyday life, even though I knew no one who suffered tragedy.  I vividly remember my choice to stay home and close to my parents instead of driving 4 hours for a Recipe concert at Penn State; I remember feelings beyond that of being scared. 

What I don’t remember is feeling like more people needed to die.  I don’t remember being excited about entering a war and I don’t remember immediate feelings of revenge.  The celebrations surrounding the death of bin Laden are foreign to me.  Does this mean immediate peace and removal of our troops from harm?  Does this mean that his supporters will fall apart?  Does this mean that we can forget the reasons that we entered into wars that had nothing to do with 911?  Did we “win”?

This certainly must bring a level of closure to those who lost loved ones in 911 or to those who experienced the terror first hard.  I still pray for the victims of that unforgiving day.  I am proud to be an American and even more thankful to be able to post my views in a public forum without fear.  I guess I just find it hard to celebrate death.

5 years ago I lived a few stories above the streets in the video below and I can’t deny the overwhelming feel of unity that is portrayed.   Think about what might be possible if the strength of patriotism upheld the ideals of peace?

I confess, I’m a nerd.

What I didn’t put in my “about me” page: I am a total Harry Potter nerd.

This is it people, the end of an era!

EPIC!

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Obesity Experts.

I work at a homeless hospital and we often entertain medical experts in our area.  We tell them about what we do, hear about what they do and hope that they can help make this little non-profit a better place for our clients.   A few weeks ago, a big shot (I mean that in a good way – she was excellent) came in from a local university, took the tour of our facility and told us of the wonderful advances in medicine in technology coming from the university.  It was all pretty inspiring until this, “…we have the leading obesity experts in the country…. We are breaking ground in causes of obesity.”

 Think about it… It must not be as simple as, if you eat a lot of crap and sit on the couch or at a computer all day, you will get fat.

Experts in obesity – what do you think they talk about?  Do you think they compare what processed foods make people unhealthy or do they just look at the genes and internal factors of a person to see why they can’t meet society’s definition of “healthy?”  I’m a big girl.  I have never been a petite girl and for many years, I fought and fought to try to find happiness through weight loss. I have 2 petite sisters and a petite mama and guess what, I look exactly like my dad.  My dad is a studly man but he is built like a man and I have his genes.  Don’t get me wrong, I don’t look like a man, but I also don’t have the natural slim limbs of my beautiful sister-friends.

So I can wallow in this.  And, truth be told, I sometimes do.  I complain about my genes and the internal reasons for my uneasy weight loss and super easy weight gain.  In the past I have blamed my sister’s for getting the good genes and I have spent hours asking “why me?”   After years of yo-yo dieting and learning to hate myself and my body from failed attempts at losing and succeeding only in gaining, I decided to become my own “obesity expert.”

I started working with Betsy Moore of Bmoore Healthy (read her blog here: Have Your Pierogies… and Eat Them Too!) and have changed my views on health, weight loss, success and happiness.  Truth is, while I may be a bigger girl and I fully understand the need to get to a healthy weight, I workout 4-5 days a week and eat fruits and veggies every day.  I’ve cut out a lot of processed food from my diet and I have learned to listen to my body.  I know that my genes play a huge role in what I look like but my genes do not define my choices or how I feel.  

In short, I’m a self-proclaimed “obesity expert” and while I can’t get back the thousands of dollars that I have paid into the diet industry, I can realize that as a country, we don’t need to spend millions of dollars on obesity research to know that if you eat more foods that come from the earth and take your dog for a few walks, you will live longer and healthier. 

Sweet baby niece, Madi, told me she likes me just the way that I am!

Make Do Monday

Mondays are rough.  Mondays after a particularly fun weekend are even worse. 

Sometimes on Mondays, I need something else to look forward to and I need to just make do with what I have today.

Today, we are looking forward to summer tour….Enjoy!

You won’t find moments in a box . . .

The hunt.

    I hate job hunting.  To clarify that further, I hate job hunting when I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up. My AmeriCorps VISTA term is almost over.  I have a little less than 4 months to decide what I want to do, find the perfect job, make myself sound fantastic on paper and wow! someone in an interview.  This will totally work!  *thinks positive thoughts*

    Here’s my rap sheet:

    2006 – 2007  Elementary School Teacher

    2007-2008 Domestic Violence Counselor/Children’s Advocate/Education Specialist

    2008-2010 Grant Administrator/Project Coordinator

    2010 – Current Volunteer & Development Coordinator, AmeriCorps VISTA member

    I think I have some explaining to do; 4 jobs in less than 5 years, impressive huh?  Here’s ths scoop: Job 1 – I was hired to fill a position while a teacher was on sabbatical; there were no positions in the school when my term was complete.  I left the classroom and while I loved teaching, I wanted to do something  “different.”  Job 2 – Whoa.  Try to leave those stories at work and lead a normal life.  Let’s just say I cried, a lot.  And for those of you that know me personally, I cried more than normal.  Moving on . . .  Job 3 – What a fantastic position but love intervened and I changed cities.  Job  4 – It’s a 1-year term of service; I know this job searching day would come. 

    So here comes the big question.  What now?