Jamie Danford

Snippics~

A few Snippics from my week:

We said goodbye to Jeff Jeff the Ghecko. (THANK YOU GOD.) He's been a good ghecko for the last two years, patiently waiting for his mealworms coated in calcium, and not complaining when a certain teenager neglected to clean his poop corner for weeks on end.  Yep, he was a good fella.  So we gave him a proper ceremony by the fire pit, tossed him in, and roasted marshmallows over his flaming body.  (Okay, maybe not over the body... just in the general vicinity of the body.)

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I signed up for Weight Watchers online.  Shit. Hell. Damn.  When my fat roll started creeping back as I trained for the marathon, I did some research and found that it's fairly common to gain weight while training for a super long distance like 26.2.  (Something about storing sugar, carbs, yada yada yada, blah blah blah.) So I TOTALLY expected to be able to lose those extra SEVEN pounds after I cut my mileage after the race.

Oops. No. Not happening.  I apparently need to STOP EATING LIKE I AM TRAINING FOR A MARATHON. (Duh. Duh. Duh.)  So two months later, I have come to this realization, as the scale mocks me with a VERY ugly 152 lbs. (This time last year, I was 141.  This is where I want to drop the F-bomb, but will refrain as a courtesy to my less sailor-mouthed readers.)

So anyway, hello Weight Watchers.  It worked for me years ago, so I'm going for it now.  I've got 26 measley points to spend each day, and after doing it for two days, I can totally see why I've put on the extra lbs.  I've been consuming a LOT more than I should.  There's a quote thingy on Instagram that I just saw. It says, "Working out is easy.  The hard part's in the kitchen."  Ain't it the truth.

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It's been ~~~COLD~~~ here for the last few days. I mean, like 30's and 40's.  And for this Summer-lovin', Southern-born and bred girl, that is MISERABLE.  Which is why I look like a pissed off Unibomber heading  home from my swim with Sid at the Aquatic Center this past Wednesday. 

It SUCKS putting on a swimsuit, and it SUCKS jumping into that 79 degree pool water, and it SUCKS putting on a dry sweatsuit over a wet bathing suit and driving home. 

Oh but the full-body-tired-yummy-I-got-a-great-workout feeling I have for the rest of the day is TOTALLY worth it.  (In addition to the hour long therapy session Sid and I receive as we unload all of our problems, woes, joys, and successes to each other as we pant and paddle our way down the lane.)

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The DHU.  I love this place. :)

 

Snippics...

Yes, I have created a NEW word.  It's a backwoods cousin of the word snippets, but it's photo related.  Work with me here.

Now that I've finally joined the smart phone revolution, I find myself snapping pics with my Droid ALL the time.  And then I end up with a kathousandillion random photos in my phone's library.  Luckily, I've found Instagram to be an excellent place for me to dump my randoms, consequently freeing my mind.  But I'd rather compile them here on ye old bloggeroosky, hence the addition of 'Snippics.'

Here, let's see how it works...

First Snippic:

I may have actually mentioned this before, but it still concerns me...

Dude.  Seriously?  Do people really have to be reminded not to use the pool at the Chatham County Aquatic Center (or ANY pool for that matter) if they've got the flaming squirtsies?  I'd be too terrified of a poop cramp at the 30 meter mark. God only knows what the lifeguards would do if you arrived back at the ladder trailing a brown wake.  Ewwww.  However, this poster is indeed tacked to the bulletin board in the ladies locker room.  Excellent. 

(Oh and by the way, if you lost a pair of white granny pannies with a brown stain in them, they're on the floor over by the sink.) 

Snippic #2:

Hello darlings. (There were actually four, but I gave one to Shady because she LOVES cradling the fragile ovum in her giant canines until she can't stand it and then cracks it ever so gently, lays it on the grass and licks out the innards.  It's a sight I tell you.)  Oh, and Shady's a dog, and not my kid or a neighbor anything.  Just wanted to make sure we were all on the same page.  Anyway, the big deal in this Snippic is the BLUE egg.  It's the first time one of our Aracanas has laid an egg in months!  I don't know if it was Eloise or Donie, but everyone got extra cracked corn in celebration.  Talk about a party.

Snippic #3

This is me.  Sweating my tits off.  Red faced, no makeup.  After finishing a tough workout and 2.5 mile run.  I LOVE it.  I've got my third half marathon coming up this weekend in Charleston, SC. and I can't wait!! 

Snippic #4:

I don't have a whole lot of domestic goddess in me. Shocked? Hell no. But this is one thing I do that I think makes me sort of cool on the domesticity front:

That there's five pounds of good ol' ground venison. Helllooooo Bambi!  Every month I cook a bunch of it up in a big pot and separate it into dinner sized portions and freeze it in baggies. 

No, it's not a new idea, but it's one of those "TRY THIS" tidbits touted by some magazine or another that actually stuck in my brain.  And thank God for it or we'd never get fed around here.

Snippics #5 & #6:

Baby kitties and sunsets... damn, you don't get much better than that combination.  Of course, baby kitties grow up into lazy old fat housecats, and sunsets fade... which is why we have cameras on our phones!

Tada! Snippics... saving our memories one snap it, save it, blog it at a time. 

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