I started running (in very small amounts) around the trail near my house. Then I got a dog and walking with her was way easier than jogging with her, so I got lazy and walked more than I ran.

I got a free yoga app and some Zumba DVDs (because I foung them on sale 40%off) to up my exercise levels, but I’m slightly lazy and I lack motivation, so I didn’t stick to it very well.

New year, new me ya-da ya-da or possibly just the realization that the excerpted stamina I had previously acquired is now gone and I’m not getting any younger – I decided to research gyms in my area with a view to joining and going to classes to work out every week.

I made some calls, gathered some membership fee and monthly dues info and holy shit $$$$ – that right there is motivation for me to get off my butt and back to the trail, my mountain bike, my Zumba DVD’s!! 


New look for a new year.

Not me, my unchanging appearance is the secret to my immortality.*

My blog has a new look! It has more blue, and things are rearranged a little bit. Like a fresh coat of paint on an old gate, it’s still the same but it looks more appealing… erm, wait. My blog is not unappealing, it’s nice I promise… and old gates actually look more interesting than newly painted ones, where was I going with this?

I have LOTS of things I want to blog about, but I must parcel it out. Patience dear reader.


*oh how I wish that were true.


Farewell Mr. Rickman, and thank you.

Sadness hit me with a physical force this morning. I had grabbed my phone to see what was happening in the world while I sat down with my cup of tea, ready to enjoy my 15 minutes of quiet before the kids got up for school.

And then I read “RIP Alan Rickman.”

No. I mean, NO! No way. That can’t be true, it must be one of those stupid internet hoaxes or simply a mistake.  So I went looking for an explanation, something to disprove this ridiculous claim. But all I found was more of the same and I felt cold, and my heart became a heavy weight in my chest.

By all accounts Alan Rickman was an amazing talent and a wonderful human being. He will be missed by many, in all corners of the world. He played great roles in film and on stage, and no doubt there will be many tributes to his life and work.

This is mine:

He was one of my favorite actors. I first came across Mr Alan Rickman in Die Hard, where he played the role of the main bad guy, Hans Gruber, to perfection. I LOVED his voice, his facial expressions, his eyes. I wanted him to be the bad guy in EVERYTHING.

Many years later, when I heard that Alan Rickman had been cast as Snape in the Harry Potter films I shrieked with joy! YES! I LOVE ALAN RICKMAN!

Of course, like all book lovers, I worried that the movie would not live up to my expectations, that it would not gel with what I had conjured inside my head whilst pouring over the pages, devouring each chapter of that brilliant story. But I knew Alan Rickman was going to be good, and I was not wrong. He wasn’t just good. He wasn’t just amazing. He was Snape.

I’m sad that he’s gone.




The holidays are over

Phew! and Boo! at the same time.

I really enjoyed not having to set my alarm and not being awake before 6am 🙂

I missed having alone time. Not only were the kids around ALL the time, The Husband used his vacation days and he was here all the time too!! What is this madness?!

We had a friend come visit at rather short notice, but it worked out okay. We did some really cool things that we wouldn’t have done otherwise – the flip side of course was that we didn’t do as much of our usual laid back just us stuff. I missed that 😦

Christmas itself was lovely. Happy + grateful kids = happy mama. 

The Husband gifted me a pile of books. (Did I say happy? I meant VERY HAPPY.)

Now it’s back to the grind, but I’m striving not to fall into any same old, same old bad habits. I realized I gravitate toward lazy so I’m trying very hard not to do that 🙂

I have a FitBit Charge (birthday gift from the Brownie point earning husband) and it’s surprising how fun it is to log steps, burn calories and try to beat your own numbers each day.  Also my little cousin got one and friended me and she’s a dynamo and she kicks my butt, trying to keep up is good motivation.