I’ve been hoarding links and things to share all month – I better get down to it before the month is over!
After I read that article (the comments in particular!) I decided to try it. Hot water with just lemon? And no tea or anything else? It was very simple, and I felt like it was worth a shot. (a shot of lemon.)
It was… nice. And then I made coffee (with coconut oil) because coffee is nice too.
I have a confession.
The kitchen is not always clean before we go to bed at night.
This has been especially true this week with a husband who was laid up with a man cold. I’m picking on him a little, but we really are a team when it comes to keeping this house clean. His sick time was evident based on state of the house for a number of days here, I fell way behind on the house work.
Now that we are outnumbered in our parents:kids ratio, our former man-to-man combat plan has become more of a “zone defense” over these past 7 months.
Zak and I were in college when we met and started dating. He taught me how to play racquetball early in our relationship, and it came to be something we did together quite regularly at (my) school where we had easy access to racquetball courts.
Whenever we played, he always won. I never felt bad about this, he’s bigger, stronger, a more experienced player – he kicked my ass quite regularly and I just rolled with it. I mean HELLO, I’m hanging out with my uber cute boyfriend with whom I’m totally smitten, who the hell cares if I win or that racquetball is a little dorky?
The most exciting thing to report on around here would be the fact that I’ve been eating breakfast cookies all week. After Linda left a comment on an old post, I was reminded how much I use to love this odd yet fabulous oatmeal concoction.
It’s been a long time! Good thinking, Linda.
I went to my favorite active yoga class for the first time in nearly five months on Monday night, and I don’t think the instructor recognized me. I wanted to go up to her and say “hi, remember me?” but then I thought she might take one look at my swollen stomach and remind me of the importance of not doing yoga right after you’ve apparently been stuffing yourself for hours on end at an all-you-can-eat Chinese buffet.
Ouch.
This would be the work of Ron English, a renegade artist who cooked up a bunch of large stickers to give some cereal boxes in a grocery store in Venice, California a face lift.
Some of Ron’s previous work can be seen in the documentary Super Size Me, and Ron says he considers his work a success “if I don’t go to jail”.
I don’t know, I’d be inclined to consider these a success when they’re followed by an article like this in the Wall Street Journal,
Do you know who Miranda Kerr is?
I didn’t – but I do now! An article just surfaced about this Victoria’s Secret model, wife of Orlando Bloom, new mother and coconut oil lover.
I will not go a day without coconut oil. I personally take four tablespoons per day, either on my salads, in my cooking or in my cups of green tea.
Rock on girlfriend! NOW I’ll remember who you are! You’re that chick who digs coconut oil! Orlando Bloom, Schmorlando Schoom.
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