SPEAKING OF EGGS

I overheard this while buying my pastured eggs at the farmers market:

LADY CUSTOMER: Where are your eggs from?

FARMER: The farm in Santa Paula.

LADY CUSTOMER: Okay but what do they eat?

FARMER: Oh, they eat bugs and worms and such…

LADY CUSTOMER: Ew!  They eat bugs?  I can’t buy them then.

As the lady walked away, I wondered if she was a very particular ovo-vegetarian?

CANADIANS AREN’T ALL LAW-ABIDING!

Here’s a report from the Atlantic about some Canadian’s who are bucking the law for the sake of their health and/or their pocketbook!  Well, I suppose I can’t say why they’re doing it.  But I know why I would!

First of all, as fellow Canadian Meghan points out (in this excellent little blog post), good eggs are incredibly healthful.  Second, most commercial eggs pop out of sick, deformed, mal-nourished hens, so their nutritional content is all but non-existent.  Third, those pitiful hens are indeed poorly treated.  And finally, happy eggs from happy hens (well-treated and pastured) are expensive and tedious to acquire!  I make a special trip to a farmers market in another municipality for my pastured eggs!

So in order to save money but get happy eggs from happy pastured hens, I would indeed consider raising my own chickens in my own backyard!

Unfortunately, my apartment building doesn’t even allow me to have cats right now.

But would I do it if it meant breaking the law?  Golly.  I can’t even see that bridge yet.  Would you?

A Hobbit Home!

I like eco-friendly, low-impact, sustainable, recyclable practices. I buy organic, local, grass-fed, pastured, raw food and even just got a plot at a local urban garden! So when I came across this home, you can imagine my delight!

The builder is a photographer! I think this photo is beautiful.

Can’t you just imagine sipping hot cocoa by the fire here?

They built it themselves for under $6000 usd!

AND THEY HAVE KIDS!

And they’re not the only ones who are building homes like this!

Inspiring Women

I didn’t watch the Golden Globes. I was at a friend’s home, for a party, and we were enjoying our various meals together. Ryan was watching the live updates from the Golden Globes’ website on his iPhone and would periodically call out a new winner. We all groaned when Avatar won and cheered when Christoph Waltz won.

So today, after reading Janet’s fun Golden Globes recap, I went hunting acceptance speech videos, as per Janet’s recommendations. The one that stood out to me was Meryl Streep’s heartfelt rant. Watch it here!. Oh to have such a simple life!

Then, Darren linked to someone that I can’t believe I hadn’t heard about until now – the mini-Regina Spektor, Nataly Dawn. I guess I’ve been living under a rock, because this girl has more than 17,000 YouTube subscribers! She’s apparently 50% of Pomplamoose, another YouTube cover band. They have a few more subscribers at 70,000 plus. This cover of Beyonce’s popular song was my first taste:

Both Meryl and Nataly seem to be doing what they love and creating art with which people connect. Meryl’s had many years to engage in a rewarding and generous career and seems to recognize that she’s unique in having that privilege. Nataly, new on the scene, seems to create for the love of creating. Her craft is fresh and new and she, though she can be compared to a popular female vocalist, has unique qualities. Something about Meryl’s performances always strike me as fearless. She’s willing to dig deep, go farther, do what’s necessary (while maintaining her own personal integrity). Nataly’s path also seems to be a fearless one. She’s put herself at the mercy of YouTube. And submits her gentle face to its whim.

These two women, both very different artists, inspire me today.

Coffee Shop Girls

Ryan always imagined himself with a coffee shop girl.

But when he married a former McDonald’s employee (that’s right – I worked drive-thru!), he thought he’d have to give up that dream.  However, once I got my green card, I needed a quick job before I began the Act One Executive Program.  So like a good little Hollywood-hyphenate, I got a job at a coffee shop.  One of the best coffee shops!  And I learned all I could from them.  Once I was done learning, I was also done working for them.  And I quit (gasp!).  Shortly after that I got a job at a small production company as an exective assistant to the producers and business manager.  I’m all about quintessential hollywood jobs, eh?

Anyway, coffee shop girls.  There’s something about them. What is it?

Duncan Christopher has an idea.

I even have a cute little green t-shirt that we bought on our honeymoon.  It says “Love Street Coffee Shop” on it.  I know for a fact that Ryan gets romantical thoughts in his head when I wear it.  He can’t help it!

Duncan Christopher: Coffee Shop Girls

Ryan always imagined himself with a coffee shop girl.

But when he married a former McDonald’s employee (that’s right – I worked drive-thru!), he thought he’d have to give up that dream. However, once I got my green card, I needed a quick job before I began the Act One Executive Program. So like a good little Hollywood-hyphenate, I got a job at a coffee shop.

One of the best coffee shops!

And I learned all I could from them. Once I was done learning, I was also done working for them. And I quit (gasp!). Shortly after that I got a job at a small production company as an exective assistant to the producers and business manager.

I’m all about quintessential hollywood jobs, eh?

Anyway, coffee shop girls. There’s something about them. What is it?

Duncan Christopher has an idea.

 

I even have a cute little green t-shirt that we bought on our honeymoon. It says “Love Street Coffee Shop” on it. I know for a fact that Ryan gets romantical thoughts in his head when I wear it. He can’t help it!

Forget That It’s New

Back in December, I did too much activity in a short period of time and my body rebelled.

On a Thursday, I went to a free class at California Kickboxing in Pasadena. They kicked my rear end. I took a fall in the beginning of the class onto the mats, but I was fine and continued. The instructor, Joseph, was amazing. There was a moment when I was having trouble with some of the instruction that he was giving me and he said, “That’s because it’s new. Forget that it’s new.” It was like something clicked, a light went off, and I got it. I stayed for about 75 minutes until I finally had to jet.

On Friday, everything hurt.

On the Saturday, I went to an indoor rock climbing gym, called Rockreation, with friends, Tyler and Brian. We started climbing at about 10 am and climbed until about 5 pm. It was awesome. My rear end still hurt from all the jumping squats I’d done on Thursday, but I gave it another good workout… And while on Thursday my arms were mostly punching and striking, on Saturday they were pulling and pushing and quivering. I shred my forearms to pieces.

On Saturday night, I was stiff as a board.  And I’d planned a long run for…

Sunday. I had intended to run about 12 miles because I’m training for the LA Marathon and it was a long run day. I wasn’t sure if running the whole thing would be the best for me, so I decided to punch it down to 9 miles. So on Sunday, I found myself at the Rose Bowl, trotting three times around the 3.1 mile loop. At about 6.2 miles, I realized my arms were in pain. I had thought that my arms would be fine, because “after all, it’s only running!” but I was wrong. I keep them bent at a 90′ angle the whole time and that was using my exhausted muscles! I finished at a 13 minute per mile pace.  Slacker! And made my way home.

Once I hit the home turf, I started feeling weak. More weak than I usually feel after a long run. Ryan and I went to church (our church meets in the evenings on Sunday), and during church I was nearly ready to pass out. People told me I looked pale. So instead of hanging out with everyone afterwards, we came straight home and Ryan made dinner. I felt better after I ate but I still needed to sleep. I was weak for another 48 hours while my body recovered.

What happened? I’d pushed my body too hard and I was literally, actually, for reals exhausted. No kidding right? But I learned something. I learned my limit and I think it’s a heckovah lot farther out than I would’ve guessed! I also learned the value of a rest day between intense workouts. Rest is part of improvement.  For some of us, that concept might be new.

Forget that it’s new.

Rest.