Spring, Finally!

What an absolutely gorgeous weekend. The weather has been perfect! I’ve been trying to make the most of these nice days by getting back into walking with Hemi. In the last 4 days, we have walked 21.1 km together! I wonder how many kms we can cover in a 30 day period? Sounds like a nice little challenge to me! I need to lose some of this winter fluff (okay, a lot of this winter fluff) and Hemi loves our walking adventures together. I need to break out my Vibrams and start hitting the beach for some walks as well now that the weather has warmed up. I can jump in the truck and be at the beach in 10 minutes. I love where we live!

Last night I worked a last minute security shift on the South Kent Wind project (which was also our first shift out there). I was next to the South Buxton Raceway but I couldn’t see the races. Boo. One of my friends was on the pit side of the racetrack and came over to talk to me a couple times. Seeing her was completely unexpected and made my night! When we weren’t visiting in person, she was texting me to keep me entertained. Bren was at a wedding reception and made sure to text me pictures of the food, the first dance and one of our friends eating pie with a toothbrush (don’t ask, I don’t quite understand it myself). I was able to go to the ceremony, but had to leave right after to head in to work.

At this moment Hemi is laying next to me, smelling like she needs a bath. I really need to stop letting her swim in the ditch on our walks, but she loves it! Sigh… the joys of dog ownership. Well, Bren will be home shortly and we’ll have to head out to find some din dins. I better wrap up this little post, touch up my makeup and make myself presentable for the general public. Until next time…

Cheers,

~Mere

After one of our walks. My rainbow shoes are still going strong.
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Love this crazy girl.
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This right here is why she stinks right now… ditch dog.
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A new sticker for my hardhat. Was difficult to find a spot for it!
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The only type of ‘office’ I ever want to work in.
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Rocking out. Working hard.
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I just loved the way the sunset looked between our house & the apple tree.
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Life. Work. Dreams.

It’s been a little while since I’ve posted around these parts. Truthfully, I wanted to leave my last post ‘on top’ as long as possible because I felt it was important and needed visibility. I just noticed that nearly two months have passed since that post! Wow. Time flies. I was sure it had only been one month!

I’ve been busy for the last two months. I’ve had a couple job interviews. A  Florida vacation. A day trip to Queens Park. Photographed my brother’s wedding. The groundbreaking ceremony for South Kent Wind. A night at the cottage in Grand Bend. Trips to the beach. New plans, goals and adventures with my ever supportive and loving husband. All while working full time, advocating for wind energy, maintaining our household and attempting to remain relatively sane!

For the next two days I’m working at my mom’s office while the staff are out for meetings. All I can do is answer the phone and greet the odd client that happens to come in. It’s a nice reprieve from my usual job and allows me lots of quality time to blog, tweet and browse the web obsessing over carousel lions. Yes, carousel lions. Allow me to explain.

Bren and I have found some new motivation to finish up all the final details our home needs. Rain chains, transom windows, landscaping and the construction of a garage. Since we have a very unique century-and-a-half farmhouse, a plain two car garage would look out of place. We looked at lots of different barn designs and I *think* we have a good idea of what we want. Storage for two cars and our lawnmower, an overhang for the BBQ and most importantly a big loft where we can have a bar.

Where does this lion come in to play? I’m getting there, I promise! As a lover of local history I read a book on the history of Dawn Euphemia township. Within the collection of stories about that area of Lambton County, I found a paragraph describing a bar that existed in the small settlement of Cairo in 1898 called The Lion Tamer’s Club. It was no less than 6 years ago that I read the book, but the story has stuck with me. The farm our house sits on was purchased from the Crown in 1848. Our home was built in 1858. It would only be fitting to have a bar named after one that existed in 1898!

The ultimate piece for the loft bar would be a carousel lion. I’ve actually looked at carousel animals in the past as a piece of art for the house, but sort of forgot about it. Now it’s back front and center in my mind. The antique, hand carved animals are far too expensive so I’ve been searching for fiberglass versions instead. I have found two lions that are unfinished but have zero clue as to who, what, where or how they could be painted. I’ve got time to figure it out; we need to actually build the barn first, right? (That’s me pretending to be rational. Was it convincing? :-) )

Well, I’ve probably rambled on long enough about lions, barns and bars. I’ve got some emails I need to respond to and I might mosey down the hall and make myself a green tea. It’s such a beautiful day out there. If you’re able, get out there and enjoy it.

Cheers,

~Mere

Possible design for a barn/garage/bar. Love the colours.
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Example of a carousel lion. I’m smitten.
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Anti-Wind Groups Make Me Sick

I often wonder if my experience living near windmills would have been different had I been inundated with the anti-wind message before we bought our home. If I had heard the ‘wind farms make people sick’ message over and over again, would that have changed my perception of reality? It’s hard for me to say. I consider myself a critical and analytical thinker. I am intelligent. I don’t fall for things easily. I may nod my head just to get through a silly conversation when I know the other party is completely irrational or beyond reproach, but I’m not going to believe anything at face value when I have doubts. I try to research things before I form judgement.

Wind power is a fairly new method of power generation in Canada. New things are scary. Humans have an inherent fear of the unknown. Many people also fear change. The anti-wind groups have taken advantage of these emotions and perfected the art of spreading fear, uncertainty and doubt about the health effects of wind energy. Anti-wind groups prey on those who are uncertain and uneducated about wind power. Working in wind, I have heard the most ridiculous claims about wind power. I have had to try very hard to keep my jaw from dropping in awe; I find it hard to comprehend how people can believe such utter crap. None of these things are worth repeating, as they do not deserve any more spread than they’ve already received. That, and the sheer idiocy would likely cause some blog readers to immediately bash their head on the nearest solid surface.

I am not writing this blog as a scientist, a doctor, an engineer or an accoustician. I don’t need to say the same things that science has said over and over again. The fact of the matter is this: The balance of peer-reviewed scientific evidence states that windmills / wind farms pose no risk to human health. None. Zip. Zero. Science wins over anecdotal evidence every time, unless of course you are part of an anti-wind group. There are plenty of scientific studies on the very real negative health impacts of fossil fuel burning and nuclear, but people are used to those sources of power. Ever wonder why all the anti-wind court cases get thrown out? There is NO real evidence with which they can win a case to stop development!

I watched one anti-wind court case with particular fascination because the people who were suing the wind farm’s parent company lived in my old neighborhood. This family was claiming to suffer all sorts of health problems since the windmills went up near their home. As I said, I lived quite close to these people at one point. Their home was located directly beside a rail line where freight trains would pass frequently. There was a railway crossing at the edge of their property where the train would sound it’s horn. The train would also sound at 3 other crossings nearby, all of which were audible from this property. The home which these people inhabited had no siding on it (and had been that way for years). Do I need to point out the blatantly obvious problems with this scenario? No? I didn’t think so.

I’m going to say something here that may seem shocking, but hear me out. People who live near wind turbines are suffering from real health issues. People are losing sleep, experiencing headaches, nausea and so on. The reason for this is what’s important here. Windmills are not making people sick. A person’s fear that they will be made sick by windmills is making them sick. The very messages that anti-wind groups spread are causing these symptoms. Our mind is a powerful thing. Dr Clifton Meador, of Vanderbilt School of Medicine in Nashville in the U.S, said fear can turn into self-fulfilling prophecy. “Bad news promotes bad physiology. I think that you can persuade people that they’re going to die and have it happen. I don’t think there is anything mystical about it. We’re uncomfortable with the idea that words or symbolic actions can cause death because it changes our biomolecular model of the world.”* Now death is a little extreme for what we’re discussing here, but it solidifies my point.

What if I been told that windmills would make me sick, make my dog sick, make my family sick, etc, over and over again until I believed it? Would living here, looking out at the things that supposedly make me sick every day, make me sick? If I truly believed in it, yes, I have no doubt that I would make myself sick. I would stress myself out thinking about these windmills making me sick. I wouldn’t sleep. I would give myself headaches. I would be filled with worry and anxiety. If my dog threw up (which is perfectly routine around here), I would believe that it was because of the windmills. In a situation where I am anxious or stressed about something I tend to develop a headache, so if I was stressed out by the windmills it makes perfect sense that I would have that happen. The symptoms are real. The cause has been wrongly attributed. Anti-wind groups are at the root of this suffering, planting seeds of doubt and fear in people’s minds until it manifests itself in illness.

I will say that I do believe that in earlier days of wind development some poorly placed windmills, some that were improperly installed or poorly designed could have been responsible for real issues. There are handful of people who have had real experiences that need to be learned from. In this article I am discussing the present day issue of widespread fear of wind energy and the consequences of that. I am pointing an accusing finger at the anti-wind groups. This has not been an easy thing for me to sit down and write, but I felt it was absolutely necessary. People need to think critically, do their homework and be realistic. Everyone needs a chance to educate themselves on wind energy before an anti-wind group convinces them that windmills are evil things that will cause harm. That is not reality.

There is so much more that can be said on this topic, but I don’t wish to dive in to politics, start dissecting research papers or quoting scientific studies. That has already been done. My mission is to quell fears, destroy doubts and satisfy uncertainties. My husband, my dog and myself live among windmills. We have worked underneath them for months on end. We have neighbors and friends who live in even closer proximity than we do. I am friends with turbine technicians and tradespeople who have spent countless hours inside nacelles, 80 meters in the air. We are all fine. We are happy. We are healthy. We chose to believe in science instead of scare tactics.

~Meredith

 

World’s Greatest Procrastinator

When it comes to sitting down to write a blog post, there is no greater procrastinator than I. Time is something which I have an abundance of, mainly because my current job demands very little from me and I have the freedom to bring my netbook to work (I’m pretty lucky in that respect). Even with this abundance of time, I will still avoid blogging. Instead I look at Twitter, Instagram and foodgawker for hours on end. Then I end up on eBay browsing all the lightning rod balls up for auction that I can’t afford. Heaven forbid I actually put forward a real effort and type up a blog post. Well… at least I’m here now.

Tonight I’m out of my element and sitting in the chilly back room of a retail store. I’m here with about 6 contractors who are keeping to themselves while they renovate this place. I’m 6 hours in to my 11 hour night (YAY! Over halfway there!) and I am working on zero sleep. My first night shift after a couple ‘normal’ days is always a disaster. I can never sleep. I figured I’d have no problem napping today as I did some strength training at the gym and took Hemi for a 6km walk. Nooooope! I laid in bed for an hour, thrashing around, wide awake and increasingly agitated. I finally said to hell with it and just got up.

During a shift like this I always think, “I am going to sleep for the entire day tomorrow!” which sounds absolutely glorious while I’m at work. I will get home, crawl in to bed and sleep for about 3 hours. Maybe 4 if I’m lucky. After that my body decides that I am completely awake and should definitely start doing stuff; None of which includes going back to bed. After 3 years of working night shifts, I really expected this to get better! If anyone has any secrets for getting a solid daytime sleep, please share. So far everything that has been suggested to me involves liberal amounts of Benedryl or NyQuil. Surely there must be another way…?

On the bright side, this may be my last week of night shifts. I may actually get to work an 8 hour, Monday – Friday day shift which will completely throw me for a loop. It’s still security work, but I’m interested to see how it’ll feel to sleep at night, every night! Last month I attended a few wind energy related events and did some networking, so I am hoping that my security days are numbered. I also celebrated my 27th birthday at the end of February. Eek. The downhill side of my 20′s isn’t feeling so great. My birthday + my job + winter + no sunshine has all combined to make me feel a little blue lately. I cannot wait for spring to get here.

I have gotten outdoors the last two days which has been nice. Today nicer than yesterday since it was warmer, a little less windy and my shoes were actually comfortable.  Yesterday Hemi & I walked just over 4km and today we did exactly 6km. I have been wearing my Polar Ft4 so I can see how many calories I burn on these adventures, which is awesome! Best birthday gift ever! I’m anxiously awaiting spring so we can get back to the beach and cover some serious kilometres in the sand. I am dying to try out the Vibram KSOs I picked up in Toronto. The material on my Fila Skeletoes finally gave out after countless beach hikes. As much as I want to walk another 5km today, I’m really hoping I just sleep…

Well, 4.5 hours to go. I need to stop thinking about sleep and power through the rest of this shift. Hopefully I can find some interesting reading material to keep me occupied between tweeting and bookmarking recipes to try.

Cheers,

~Mere

My giant awful blister from 4km walk. Put on bandaids & walked 6km!
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Best birthday gift from my babe <3 Polar FT4 watch. Love it!
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My dedicated & muddy walking partner. She never says no!
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A (Wintery) Day At The Beach

I have been dying to get out to the beach with Hemi. We’ve both been going a little stir crazy this winter. The stars aligned this morning with me waking up early, the sun shining, mild weather and very little wind. Perfect! I loaded Hemi up in the Ranger and we hit the road. The beach at Port Alma is less than 10 minutes away and offers great scenery and some challenging hiking. We couldn’t go nearly as far as I’d wanted to because of the ice jams and sticky mud, but we made the best of our Saturday morning adventure. Can’t wait until the mud turns back in to sand and the ice gives way to waves…

I didn’t want to flood Twitter with all my photos, so I decided to share them here. Hope you enjoy! :-)

Cheers,

~Meredith

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Why I Love, Support & Believe in Wind Energy

My fascination with wind turbines began sometime around 2006. Driving down the 401 eastbound, I noticed the two-blade wind turbine that sat off to my left somewhere around Highgate. I looked at it in wonder and thought to myself, “That is brilliant! Why aren’t more farmers generating their own power this way?”. A short time later I came across the same style two-blade turbine at a turkey farm just outside of London, once again thinking it was an amazing way to generate power for the turkey barn. Those two-blade turbines planted a seed in my mind that would lie dormant until 2009.

Having been quite literally born and raised on a farm, I was always interested in agriculture and rural life. Until I was 12 years old, we lived on a farm on the outskirts of Thamesville. In an odd twist of fate, that farm was sold to a gentleman who had a dream of building wind turbines, but I’ll come back to that later. I had never lived in ‘town’ until I moved in with the man I was dating (now my husband) in 2008. City life and myself were not a good mix; I longed to get back to my rural roots, and let my boyfriend experience the quiet, relaxed living that the countryside provided. He agreed to try it and in August of 2009, he sold his house and we purchased a home together in Tilbury East township.

Our new home was actually quite old, having been built in 1858. The land it sat on was purchased from the Crown in 1848. We had an expansive yard, barns behind us and fields on all sides. We also had something else nearby; Wind turbines. The Boralex Swanton Line project turbines were the closest, sitting within 1km of our home. Many of the Kruger Port Alma project turbines were close by as well. Later on, Kruger added turbines even closer when they built the Chatham Wind Farm. Contrary to what many of those who oppose wind energy perpetuate, we had absolutely no qualms or hesitation whatsoever about purchasing a home near wind turbines.

Living among the turbines was every bit as peaceful and benign as we expected it would be. Watching the sun rise behind them from our bedroom window was always beautiful. It was nice to gauge the wind direction and speed by taking a quick peek at them. Occasionally, we would hear the gentle ‘wooshing’ sound of the blades when the wind was passing through them directly towards our house. Once again, counter to everything the anti-wind people say, this was completely unobtrusive and not offensive in the least. We would hear it for a moment and then carry on with our day and forget about it completely, as it was drowned out by something as small as the noise of your feet on the floor.

In June of 2011, we were married on the front porch of our home. We had spent the last 23 months tirelessly renovating the centenarian Ontario farmhouse, spending nearly 6 figures on a complete restoration by the time all was said and done. The fact that our home was surrounded by wind turbines did not in any way deter us from investing significantly in the house. We had added the original style wrap around porch back on to the house in our reno, and there my fiance and I exchanged vows, rings and a kiss making us husband and wife. Our small gathering of family and close friends stood on the lawn for the short ceremony. Everyone remarked how beautiful the wedding was and how serene our surroundings were.

Fast forward to today. My husband and I still live in our country home and love it dearly. Our 5 year old dog, Hemi, has no complaints about life on the farm. Anyone and everyone who has visited our home either for a bonfire or a BBQ out on the porch has marveled at how peaceful it is on our little slice of rural property. I enjoy asking all our new guests if the wind turbines are driving them crazy yet; it always garners a laugh and sparks a discussion about the ridiculous claims surrounding wind energy. My husband and I, as well as our darling dog, are all in excellent health and enjoy much happiness in our day to day lives.

We have been blessed to not only live among wind turbines but to also work around them, which began in the fall of 2010. In the years since we have worked on 3 different wind farms, including Kent Breeze; A project which was the brain child of that gentleman who bought my parent’s farm so many years ago. I can’t help but think that our positive feelings and belief in wind energy helped us find a place on those 3 projects. Working as a security guard, I have taken great pride in watching those wind farms take shape around me as I watched over them. Someday I hope to transition from security to a different role in wind, such as a turbine technician or a lineman.

It has been incredible to watch wind power blossom into a mainstream source of energy in Ontario. Farmers are no longer feeding cities with just food but with power as well. We have come so far from the days of those two-blade turbines that caught my eye and fascinated me. In 2011 I stood in awe and watched as the first 2.5 megawatt GE wind turbines turned for the first time ever in North America. The fact that it happened in Thamesville, my old stomping grounds, made the experience that much more dear to my heart.

I could delve into all the technical specs that support wind energy as a viable source of power with this blog entry, but that information is readily available to anyone who cares to search it out. Wind is powerful, it is beautiful, it is peaceful. Turbines will not saddle countless future generations with toxic waste. Our greed for cheap power blinds us and makes us believe that sort of thing is okay when it truly isn’t. A landscape dotted with gently turning wind turbines is a beautiful thing if one chooses to view it as such, appreciating that a natural resource is being harnessed and converted into electricity. It is truly incredible.

There is so much more I could say on this subject, but instead I will keep it short and sweet; I live, work and breathe wind. I will be forever fascinated.

~Meredith

Boralex Swanton Line turbines at sunrise, taken by me.

Photo Friday… Playing Catch-Up

Since I’ve yet to post in 2013 (slap me on the wrist), I figured the easiest way to play catch up is to post pictures. I’ll go in chronological order from December until today!

My Christmas gift from my amazing husband, a Canada Goose coat.
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New Years Eve dinner at Rossini’s in Chatham. Prime rib!
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I have a little obsession with taking nighttime photos at work.
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Wasn’t lying about that obsession.
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Working away. Tired, but at least my hair looks okay.
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The nighttime work photo obsession continues.
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The patrol truck SUCKS in the snow! (Likely because it’s a Chevy)
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Suited up in my camo Carhartts to go rescue the stuck patrol truck with my man.
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My sticker collection is growing nicely. Decal donations always accepted.
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My baby on the way to London for a motor swap! 300+ HP here we come.
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Watching the Giant Wind Turbine episode of World’s Toughest Fixes. It’s a tradition that I watch it once for each project I’m on.
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This is the correct way to pack  for a trip.
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This was an epic evening. Mini pitchers of Somersby and delish BBQ with great people.
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Walked around the SouthWest Regional Center and took a panoramic shot. Cool place.
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I came home from work one morning to this little scene. She’s lucky she’s cute.
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Dressed up for my Women of Wind Energy meet up in Toronto. Hiding my face since I hadn’t done my makeup yet!
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Having a blue lagoon at The Tilted Kilt in TO. Bren had Harp. The waitresses were smokin’!
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Waiting outside the OR for my hardware removal surgery. Stylin’!
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Waiting, waiting, waiting. The IV hurt more than anything!
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Home sweet home after my successful surgery.
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So, there you have it! A brief run down in photos of what I’ve been up to. I really need to make a  better effort around here to keep up with blogging.

Follow me on Twitter, where I’m quite active -> @LifeAmongGiants

If you have Instagram, you can find me there too -> mustangmere

Cheers for now! I’m going to put my leg back up for a while!

~Mere

Deep Dish Cookies & CarbNite

Friday evening was my first CarbNite. It was everything I thought it would be and more. I kicked things off with some mini Reece’s Peanut Butter cups at 4pm while I watched the end of 127 Days with Bren. I came home from grabbing some groceries and he was watching it. I honestly only caught the last 15-20 minutes of it and I CRIED. Talk about moving. To balance things out, we watched an episode of American Horror Story. What a fucked up show; I can’t believe I actually have the guts to watch it.

Around 6 or so, we went to town and sat down for dinner at Cajun Pepper. This little restaurant is a gem. The food is consistently awesome! I’ve never had a bad meal there and last night’s was no exception. I ordered a Smartie Pants (Amaretto, Kahlua, ice cream & Smarties blended) to drink before my entree arrived. The garlic fettuccine Alfredo was spectacular, and I barely managed to make a dent in it before tapping out. Why does every restaurant present you with a mind-boggling amount of pasta? Who out there is eating THAT much pasta!? Especially when it comes with garlic bread… I brought it home in a box for Bren since I’m back to low carb eating for the next 6 days or so.

When we arrived back home, I started putting together all my food for today’s 12 hour shift (only 4 hours left!) and mixing up dough for my special dessert treat to cap off the night. I had my mind set on making a skillet cookie, but after finding some adorable Cuisinart mini casserole dishes for stupid cheap at Canadian Tire, I switched gears. Same dough, different presentation. I baked these at 350 F for approximately 25 minutes and they were still doughy in the center. I was totally okay with that because I LOVE eating cookie dough! Cooking them for 30 minutes would likely ensure they are totally cooked through.

The recipe I used is slightly modified from Christina Marsigliese at Scientifically Sweet (<— click for recipe!!)

The only changes I made were the addition of 1 tbsp heavy cream as my dough was a TINY bit dry, and using approx. 3/4 cup chocolate chips + 1/4 cup butterscotch chips instead of using just 1 cup chocolate chips. I don’t know what it is about butterscotch chips, but when they are added to a standard chocolate chip cookie the results are out of this world. Please try it!!

I divided my dough between four 1-cup mini casserole dishes which I had sprayed with canola oil and pressed it in lightly. I baked them on the middle rack then allowed them to cool a while before I topped one with French vanilla ice cream. Brendan and I split it, there was no way I could have eaten it entirely by myself! It was awesome! I let the other 3 cool, then I sealed them up in plastic wrap and popped them in the freezer. Perhaps I’ll warm one up for my next CarbNite!

Cheers,

~Mere

Baseball sized cookie dough ready for the oven!
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Fresh baked goodness.
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Topped with ice cream? Fuck yes.
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I’ll be seeing you next week.
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CarbNite summarized.
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[Insert Post Title Here]

Waaazzzzzaaaaapppp?? …sorry, I’ve been watching the movie “That’s My Boy” with Adam Sandler and Andy Samberg repeatedly. It’s pretty much my new favorite movie. I know what you’re thinking (if you haven’t seen it) – Adam Sandler movies blow. Yes, you are right, but this one… my god. I haven’t laughed so hard / so much at a movie in a while. If you haven’t seen it and you want some entertainment, watch it. Don’t think about it. Watch it.

So, it’s been a day or two since I’ve posted I see. I’ve been workin’ the wind farm as usual, trying to get enough sleep and possibly have a little bit of a life. Tonight is my first night off since last Friday, and I almost had to go in as someone called in sick. Thankfully someone agreed to cover the shift! Phew; I’ve slept maybe 4 hours today, so pulling a 9pm-5am shift on that would have sucked… I’ve done way worse, but still. I already had my slippers on when the sick call came in! You can’t go from slipper mode to work mode. No thank you.

Today marks day 9 of following DH Kiefer’s CarbNite Solution program for fat loss. I ponied up for the ebook (only $19.99) after trying to wing it on limited info that I had gathered from the web and botching it completely, haha! Sometimes you just need to pay for shit. I must say I’m feeling amazing and I’m pretty damn excited to have my first CarbNite tomorrow! The progam involves periods of ultra low carb eating followed by a ‘CarbNite’ where you eat lots of carby goodness. I’m thinking I’ll have some fettuccine alfredo with garlic bread for dinner, and bake a skillet cookie for dessert. Serve that bitch up with some ice cream.

I obviously can’t make any sort of comment about this whole CarbNite deal yet, as I’m just starting into the program, but I will keep the blog updated about it as I progress. Low carb eating doesn’t bother me at all as I’m pretty creative in the kitchen, and I adore eating rich, satiating foods. The fact that you break up this low carb eating with one day per week (after a slightly longer ‘reboot’ period) of eating all the delicious, sweet, starchy carbs you’ve been craving sounds badass to me! Sweet things are my downfall… if I deprive myself of those type of foods for too long, I eventually binge on them and end up hating myself. So, for me, this plan seems ideal. We shall see!

As I type this blog, Hemi is laying in front of the fireplace (as she has been for HOURS!) and Bren is playing Need For Speed: Most Wanted which he picked up today. I napped from 5:30am to about 10am after work this morning, then packed up all my stuff from my parent’s place and came home. I spent another couple hours snuggled up in bed with Bren before he had to head out for work. When I finally got moving this afternoon, I cleaned the house a tiny bit and bathed Hemi. To accomplish that, I just brought her in the shower with me and washed her that way. That may sound totally weird, but washing her and trying to stay dry? HA! Not happening. She’s a champ and will just sit in the shower while I shampoo and rinse her. She also adores being blow dried after, which is hilarious.

Well, there’s not much else to report from me at the moment I suppose. I may go with Bren tonight on a trucking adventure to London. Corn has to go to Casco where it’s made in to corn sweeteners and starch. Sure it’s not the most exciting thing in the world, but any time I get to spend with my husband is precious to me. <3

Cheers,

~Mere

I got lots of new hardhat stickers this week.
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My best work buddy paid me a visit too!
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Just some tiny potholes on my patrol route.
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A kind soul at work gave me a turbine decal!
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How can you get mad at low carb food?!
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Hemi is a permanent fixture here.
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Holy Crap, It’s Been A Month

My bad.

I guess it’s been over a month since I posted… slap me on the wrist, for I have been slacking off in the blogging department. There have been a few changes in my life over the past month; cutting back from two jobs to just one full time job has been the major change. I was burning myself out and making myself miserable in the process. Working 6-7 days per week, and changing over from midnights to days with only a few hours in between was way too much. Yes, I could do it, but at what expense to my health and happiness? I decided to drop the axe on my part time job where I’d worked the past two years. Everyone I worked with was amazing, and we all had strong friendships. The highlight of that job was the staff. We had a lot of laughs and ridiculous shenanigans together, but I certainly will not miss being treated like absolute shit on a daily basis by the general public.

I have also undergone a bit of a paradigm shift in my approach to life, or at least the beginning of one. I decided to curb my desire for material things and place more value on what’s truly important to me; my husband, my family, myself, our home, my hobbies and our dog. I think the final money spending hurrah was buying my new 64 gig iPhone 5, upgrading from my not-even-1-year-old 4s. You don’t even want to know what that cost me (hint – almost a grand). Looking back, it was totally unnecessary but I convinced myself I ‘deserved’ it and ‘needed’ it. The truth is, no, I didn’t need it. What I *need* is to spend time with the people I love most, and enjoy the real happiness which comes from that. This is much more rewarding than the fleeting happiness that comes and goes quickly with new toys, gadgets, clothes and crap.

My spending has decreased significantly since my ‘awakening’ and I’ve only bought groceries, gas, and a few household necessities. Am I any less happy? Shit no. I feel better than ever. I am freeing myself from the prison of working my ass off just to turn around and spend my ass off and accrue more debt. I’ve paid off two of three credit cards and significantly reduced the amount owing on the third. In a month I anticipate it will be paid off. Once I have cleared that debt, I intend on  buying silver and eventually, when I can afford it, gold; even further down the road I’d like a piece of Northern acreage. I feel the long term investment potential in semi/precious metals and rural property is much greater and more secure than anything I can do at my bank. I would rather have actual physical wealth than a number which appears on a bank statement – maybe that’s just the “conspiracy theorist” in me talking… I’ll stop sounding like a crazy person now!

Aside from all that good stuff, I’ve been sitting on a few web domains for a while now and I really want to get them up and functioning as I envision. This is of course much easier said than done, as I’m not at all proficient in… well, anything related to building a website. I have designed pages with Photoshop before (I’m sure any real web developers are pointing and laughing at me right now) and Brendan has ‘cut’ pages before, but that’s about the extent of it. I’m not really sure where to begin with this mission. Any pointers would be appreciated!

Any who, that’s enough rambling for the moment. It’s Friday, I’m off work until Monday night, and life is good. I’m going to bake cookies, hang out with my husband and my parents, go to dinner with friends, clean my house and walk my dog. That, to me, is a perfect weekend.

Cheers,

~Mere