White Christmas

Oh, come ON.

Feeling deep today

...so I dipped into my inspiration file and found this:

If you want to find joy in your life, you begin by changing how you think.

Your feelings turn into your thoughts,
Your thoughts turn into your words,
Your words turn into your beliefs,
Your beliefs turn into your behavior,
And your behavior turns into action
which produces a result or reality.

Abraham-Hicks

And if that doesn't work for you, try chocolate.

Super Cool

How to eat expensive chocolate truffles

One of the biggest benefits of being married to a dentist (besides free dental care, a lifetime supply of floss, and access to laughing gas, should the need arise) is the abundance of chocolate, which arrives almost daily this time of year.


Ironic, don't you think? Like sending poutine to a cardiac surgeon. (Ummm, poutine. Oh, man, I should have married a cardiologist...)


Not only do his patients come bearing glad tidings and sweet gifts when they come for their December appointments, but most of the specialists he refers to regularly also send nice little packages tied up with string. Or ribbon, like this one.

So of course, being the kind, thoughtful man that he is, he brings a lot of this home to his wife and children, who, after they stand back and admire the lovely packaging, leap on it, and each other, like hyenas on an injured gazelle.


This is what happens to families on a sugar high. This would never have happened if we had eaten salad, or a nice piece of broccoli. (Okay, that's not exactly true. These truffles practically begged to be abused in this manner.)

How to exercise properly

There is so much ice and snow on the roads, I think it's time to turn to my treadmill.

Snow Day

The Budster is confused.

On the one paw, he likes to go outside.

On the other paw, there's this whole three feet of snow issue.

What's a mutt to do?

The Peace of Wild Things

When despair grows in me

and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound

in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,

I go and lie down where the wood drake

rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.

I come into the peace of wild things

who do not tax their lives with forethought

of grief. I come into the presence of still water.

And I feel above me the day-blind stars

waiting for their light. For a time

I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

Wendell Berry