I HATE LOW CARBING

 Seriously!!!  Low carbing and being diabetic sucks the fun right out of life.  It's expensive, it's meat forward...not my favourite and it's boring as hell.  I am an all or nothing person and I can't find a happy medium.  I am either stuffing my gob with very inappropriate food (muffins, potatoes, rice, sloppy casseroles, muffins etc...) or I am measuring crumbles of carrot, four peas, ten pieces of rice etc (shovel list).  How does one find a happy doable medium?

  And people that tell ya that one bite is enough are full of crap.  You know I was looking at a raggedy hunched over homeless soul who had been going through the dumpster behind the store.  He started eating a baguette end...and I totally envied him.  Seriously!!!  I envied him, this poor downtrodden, raggedy fellow. I felt like crying...and not for him...for me!!!!  I was freaking jealous of him and his freakin piece of dirty mouldy bread.

  The upside?  I have lost almost eight pounds and my blood sugar is bang on!!!!  I just have to get jiggy with this way of eating.  No choice.

Small towns are funny.  People are way too involved in every decision the mayor and councillors make.  Every little traffic change thats made causes a shit storm on our local fb page.  Every little improvement done gets endless ridiculous criticism.  In big cities, we the public generally have no clue what's going on in city hall.

Well here it's the public indoor pool.  A place I want to partake of.  I think swimming is about the only exercise I can do now with my issues.  And I love swimming (as long as I don't get my hair wet).

That being said the second year I was here they closed the pool for renovations.  Well holy bejeepers you'd think the powers that be had decided to paint all the streets pink for berjillians of dollars.  The hue and cry (lol..I checked with AI if it was hue or hew) was crazy, mostly against.  The bros in this town are bullies and buffoons and the pool is predominantly used by women and women with kids.  Bros don't give a rat's ass what we want.  So the pool sits idle waiting for a miracle.  Have you ever heard of a town without a pool?  Sigh.

Okay this has turned into one big whine.  My apologies.  I think I spend way too much time by myself listening to my tinnitus.  Right now it's screaming in my ears. I am trying to figure out what key it's in.  I can hum it.  Maybe I will go to the piano and find out.  And maybe I won't.  Maybe I will be smart and just say good bye.  I promise I won't post again til I smarten up.  TFL & TTYL

                  A BLAST TO THE PAST

IN OUR KITCHEN IN OUR LOG HOUSE WE BUILT IN BAMFIELD.  THAT IS MOLLY IN THE PLAYPEN.  WE COULDN'T TAKE A CHANCE OF HER GETTING OUTSIDE....EAGLES HAVE ACTUALLY EATEN LITTLE DOGS UP THERE.

WHEN WE REBUILT THE HOUSE AFTER THE FIRE, WE GOT OUR MOOSE BACK.  THE RESTORATION PEOPLE FIXED HIS BURNT NOSE. HE CAME WITH THE HOUSE.  AND FOR THE LIFE OF ME I CAN'T REMEMBER HIS NAME.

I DO BELIEVE THIS IS THE STRANGEST PIC I HAVE IN ALL MY THOUSANDS OF PICS.  SOME OF YOU HAVE PROBABLY SEEN IT BEFORE.  WHILE WE WERE BUILDING THE LOG HOUSE IN BAMFIELD, WE LIVED IN THIS DECREPIT BROKEN DOWN HOLES IN THE FLOOR TRAILER.  IT WAS THE HAPPIEST PLACE I HAVE EVER LIVED.  VERY LOW MAINTENANCE.  ARYN IN THE PINK/RED JACKET IS CARRYING AN UPSIDE DOWN MONTE.  I AM NOT SURE WHAT APRIL IS DOING.  POOR JENIFER IS TRYING TO WATCH THE 13' TV WAY OVER ACROSS THE ROOM.  THE TRAILER CAME WITH A CRAZY MURAL ON THE WALL.