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Hello holidays! Oh how I have missed you!!! The second the clock struck 5 p.m., I was officially declared holiday bound – YIPPEEEEE!!! Mind you, I am so NOT prepared for the trip. I’ve got clothes strewn all over my bed, and have been half-heartedly trying to decide what to bring. I am notoriously an over packer; you never know what the weather’s going to be like, or what outfit may fancy me, or what outfits are going to suit the same pair of shoes. These are tough decisions. I’ve been told it’s going to be comfortably hot, which would usually bring out all the skirts, however, when I got hooked up to this pump thing, I didn’t really take into account how I was going to wear it with a skirt. I’ve gotten comfortable with it being clipped onto the waistband of my jeans, but a skirt’s a whole other […]

Why is it that when you get sick, and you put physical activity on the back burner, in favour of health-inducing rest, your body goes into massive comfort food craving mode? Well, at least mine does! We’re on Day 2 of having a burning dry throat, a belly sucking cough, and nasty grodies flying up – and no running, no elliptical, no weights, no yoga, no nothing. Oh wait, that’s not true, there has been something … homemade barbecued pizza, chock-a-block full of gooey cheese and pepperoni. It seems, this most ill-timed cold has caused me to push my more healthy eating options, such as say salmon and salad aside, in favour of the ooey, gooey, yummy, hmm-hmm-hmmm comfort food. My blood sugars so love me right now; note the sarcasm! The pizza wasn’t my only comfort of the day. Oh no, when I was feeling especially sorry for myself and

Oh what a sad, sad day yesterday was for us West Coast hockey fans. It was Game 6 of the second round series between Vancouver and Chicago. Chicago was up by two games, and the Canucks had to win to push the series to a Game 7. And I had to watch. But I had a school board meeting to cover (they so did NOT plan that meeting with hockey fans in mind). No worries, that’s what laptops are for! I lugged the laptop to the meeting, set up CBC’s live feed in front of me (I was working, really, I was ;)) and was just waiting to stifle the excited cheers, but alas, it was more like eye-rolling groans. In a deja-vu like game (May 11, 2009, the Canucks were in another Game 6 must-win situation against the Blackhawks!) the Canucks were brutally ousted. 5-1. Single tear exiting the

I have a bit of a love-hate relationship with Mr. Garmin. A couple of days ago I regaled my love for the Garmin and its stats and maps and pace indicators, and everything else. Well today, I’m turning the tables. Every time I strap on the ol’ Garmin and head out for a run, instant frustration  fills my insides. What sort of frustration? you ask. Satellite frustration! Because I live in an area populated with condos stemming from all directions, it takes quite awhile for the satellites to kick in. For about 15 minutes before a run, I’m having to walk back and forth, along the street, with my Garmin positioned upwards on my wrist, and with me sometimes having to wave my arm high in the air, all in the hopes of catching a glimmer of a satellite, but it usually doesn’t kick in until I walk up onto

To all the mothers, moms, mas and (as my brother likes to say) muddas out there, HAPPY MOTHERS’ DAY!!! I don’t know about you guys, but my mom is pretty top-notch! I wasn’t exactly the easiest child out there, getting whooping cough at three weeks old, appendicitis at three years old, and then the long and sometimes rebellious life of diabetes at nine. I’ve sometimes wondered how, over the years, she’s managed to always be by my side, and always know when I’ve been in need. A few times when she was on holidays and I’d be shipped to the hospital for some diabetic reason or other, my mom always made it to my bedside within hours … I remember once she told me she came home on a jet, just for me. Another time, when I passed out in a ditch on a busy farm road, and was taken