My awesome boyfriend got me this cookie jar for my birthday. I’m thrilled that I finally have a cute place to stash my beloved cookies.
Oh yeah, it came from Target!
Sailor saw it coming before the rest of us here in KY. We’ve been surprised with a sudden batch of snow and blessed with the chilly northern winds that drift our way. A Kentucky winter isn’t bad compared to the conditions of northern states, but the sticky humidity of the southern summers only leave us shaking in our boots when this time rolls around. To us, 30 degrees is cold, and personally I started complaining about a month ago. I’m just not that into winter or anything under 60 degrees in temperature. ‘Cept for frozen yogurt.
Winter brings about the need for a billion scarves. Thanks to my Papa, I have a new way to organize my collection of scarves. Anyone could put together one of these diy organizers. It’s just a board with 3-prong hooks (that you can pick up at WalMart or any hardware store). Before I acquired this neat accessory, I had scarves hanging off curtain rods, around bed posts, and on the corners of bookshelves and chairs. So maybe I once thought of scarves as room decorations, but I’ll admit I do like them better hanging on my organizer. Since it’s in my closet, I can just turn right around after I get dressed, pick a scarf that matches, and go.
Winter, here I come. With my warm scarf and a cup of hot coffee in hand, I am ready to head out on a Christmas shopping adventure – little Bowling Green turns into a metropolis during the holidays. Everyone from every surrounding county ends up here, buying all the things before the residents get a chance. So off I go to beat them to it this year. Sorry, Sailor, even though you were born in your winter coat, you can’t go shopping with me.
Eating healthy is obviously a big deal. It seems like we are on the brink of some holistic awakening. It’s so awesome to watch more and more people gain an interest in better living, myself included. It took a long time for me to realize that the roots of my physical and mental suffering could be found solely in my diet, amplified by self-neglect. Of course being a 90s child from the South, growing up on biscuits and gravy and grilled-cheese sandwiches, I had absolutely no idea what I was doing to my body.
Just because you’re skinny doesn’t mean you’re healthy. I felt absolutely stupid once I really thought about my eating habits. One, my diet has been made up of mostly carbs and dairy. Duh. You should eat fruits and vegetables, and you need a dose of protein thrown in to be a functional, healthy human being. As twenty-first century creatures, we’re always busy with something; but, there are easy ways to get those needed nutrients without putting a damper on your daily routine.
I’m obsessed with smoothies. I have a cheap-o blender, but like every other health nut, I’m “saving up for a NutriBullet blender.”
You can literally put any raw or frozen fruits/veggies in them, and with the right ratios of juice and yogurt, they taste like a dessert. Nuts, seeds, spinach, and kale are also popular ingredients to add; there are endless combinations of healthy goodness!
What’s in this one? Vanilla low-fat yogurt, frozen bananas, peaches, strawberries, chia seeds, spinach, and orange apple juice. I know the ingredient that throws you off: Spinach. Well, chill out! You can’t taste a bit of it, and with a high-watt blender, you can’t see any of it either. Enjoy one of these every day and you’re healthy or healthy-er. Honestly, since making this my daily take-along-breakfast drink, I have noticed a boost in energy and an improvement in memory and mood.
What about exercise? Does the thought of it make you cringe?
Be a yogi! Yoga is such a relaxing way to tone muscles and gain balance. Do it in the morning to wake up and stretch out or at night to wind down and relax. I’ve only recently started practicing myself; but, each time I unroll my mat, I feel more and more confident that it really helps. I know it sounds like a “girly” way to stay in shape, but anyone can do yoga, and, anyone who does, will benefit from it. This is my favorite video instructor, Tara Stiles, giving some awesome tips on balance for beginners.
Out of boredom I went image searching on Google.
These give the term “kitten heels” a whole new meaning.
It was love at first sight. What more could one ask for in a pair of heels?
I decided I’d delve further into this new and mysterious land of seemingly perfect shoes…Some of the things were just ugly. The one above, for example. Great concept, because of the cats and all, but why coil the heel up with braided hay?! I get that it’s a wedge, but geez. Chill out, loudness.
Okay. Now the ones below… these I can work with. These, I would work for.
Well, this got awkward quickly. The red pair below is a monstrosity. I thought I was on a roll and then this happened. The pink-polka-dot kitty is probably the only salvageable part of these heels. I might wear these when I’m 80. Or, if I completely lost my mind.
I’m not sure where this is going now. The three heel points below are too much for me. I take back what I said earlier about the wedges–they’re not ugly compared to these!
Ok, that’s enough. I’ve done myself in with this brown pair. There are no words left for these.
Except perhaps, meow.
I recently decided it would be a good idea to try and toilet train my cat. His cognitive abilities are excellent, and he always hops up on the toilet when I’m doing my hair; so, I figured using the “john” would be second nature for the little guy. Being the Google addict that I am, I researched the topic extensively. After finding two methods of toilet training, I chose the store-bought option, the Litter Kwitter (http://www.litterkwitter.com/en/index.php). The other option was to take an aluminum roast pan and cut a bigger hole for each stage of the process. Many reviews said the Litter Kwitter was the safest option (for stability/hygienic reasons), and the worrier in me couldn’t risk the roast pan. Little did I know that Mr. Sassy-pants Sailor would prove too prideful to pee in a toilet. Never once while I was home, although I’m sure he took naps on the thing during the day, did I catch Sailor even sitting on the Litter Qwitter. My patience wore thin after two weeks of having to remove the contraption from the commode every time I had to go myself; so, I gave up and stored it away in the bathroom closet. I returned the product after learning that the feline is a indubitably hard-headed creature that will refuse to do anything it does not want to do. That forty dollars looked better in my wallet anyway. Alas! Moments after I returned home from PetCo, I walked into the bathroom to find the one and only Sailor- perched, merrily.