Creatures of Habit

Hello lovelies
It's been awhile but recently I've been sitting on the couch with my grandpa watching the Olympics (which I normally would not do). My grandpa is here visiting and I always like to here stories of his and sometimes repeats :]
He has been here for a couple of weeks now and during every visit it is all the same. From the 3 AM potty break to the 3 sneezes before his morning showers and the absolute must read newspaper from front to back before he turns on the TV. I always know it's nap time around 2PM and always bedtime at 10PM (signaled by loud yawning). He always goes for a walk even with his bad leg and limp around noon. However if it's windy, sprinkling, or tarzan is on then he stays.

It is truly a pleasure to see my grandparent in this way. All of the other ones have already passed away and I was young when they did. Now as a young adult I really appreciate the little things. And I certainly learn something new everyday. Such as were my mother got her sarcasm or learned the work "Ongawa" from (Tarzan 1934).
I've watched old classics and mobster movies with him. Had the horrible experience of seeing him fall down stairs and get stitches from landing on fishing pole hooks. As I write this I feel like how a parent would feel watching a child and that's not what I mean it's more of observations that I get to experience and remember. It saddens me that my little brother (18 years) doesn't look at life this way and doesn't appreciate it the way I do. I really believe that people should take a minuet and appreciate their grandparent for the wonderful gateway to the past and future that they are.

As for me I am no creature of habit and I try over and over again to make healthy habits but 28 days is a long time to build each one. I wonder how long it took him to make his habits and because he's been doing it for years (retired at 52 and now 78) is it really upsetting? I would imagine so.
Message to anyone reading this: appreciate the things that you see and help others to see it too especially when it's about people you love.

Mock Potato Salad

So as you can see instead of potatoes I used cauliflower which is a great alternative and much more healthy. Not to mention that the texture is surprisingly similar








1. What you want to do first is boil your cauliflower and keep an eye on it because it can easily overcook and it will not be the way you want it. You want to be able to pierce it with your fork and it should go in easily.

2. Remove and cool

3. Next you want to cut up the other ingredients such as: pickles, carrots, red onions, celery and anything else you want to add.
4. Now add mayo (light), a tad of mustard, and paprika (optional)
ENJOY!
This is definitely easy; quick and healthy.
I loved it!
xoxo

Killer Legs

Yesterday was Intense!
I am proud of myself for running longer than I ever have and the whole time kept on saying "don't give up, don't give up... just a little more". Towards the end I convinced myself that my evil twin sister was trying to kill me so I pushed on.

Today, I am sore and it feels great to know that I pushed myself but I can barely move. I am doing a butt challenge and dear lord it is a challenge.
So instead of torturing myself again.. I'll just take my dogs for a walk and then do abs if I can.
In other news I recently have went back in time.. about 10 years. I found someone from my elementary school and we've been talking back and forth about life changes, jokes and memories. It's really cool to get a blast from the past and it's amazing how many things the two of you can recall from back then.

I just remember how different I was back then and how I was just boy crazy ( I know I am not the only one)



The Past: it's so easy to lose people there and so hard to forget

Crap

For the past few months I've been so preoccupied with my stupid Starbucks job, that I quit and a failed relationship with my dad. I would have to become very brave and not afraid of being vulnerable or exposed to let you know why I dislike this man with a passion, especially now.
I wish I could tell someone what he did to me that way it didn't seem unexpectedly rude to say "I don't care what happens to that man" or sometimes "hate". All I know is that there are some very lucky girls in this world who get to have a normal relationship with their fathers and get to spend time with them the way it was intended.
I just don't understand what God's purpose was in all of this. They say that he doesn't put anything in your path that you can't handle but what if a semi truck runs you down?! Why would a father betray all moral values and why after we forgave him for it out of no where choose to disown me and want nothing to do with me. IS that really a father or dad or just a sperm donor.
Tears fall from my eyes but not from what he had and has done to me but for what I didn't get to experience or to have. My mother has her father (grandpa) to our house every year for a month or so and it's wonderful that they can do that. That he loves her so much, but not too much and he still tries to give guidance. Some might read this, well if anyone even reads my blog I don't think so, but if they do you might think that oh one day it will be all right. I very much doubt that. I am a twenty-one year old woman and if it's not out of stubbornness then it's from good judgement not to let him back into a life he nearly destroyed. You know this blog may even be better than any therapist I saw. They always have very beady judging eyes. can't stand them :)

Thanks for letting me vent