tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406870701974323692024-02-21T12:25:18.240-05:00Boston Girl on the VergeTHE RAMBLINGS OF A GIRL ON THE VERGE OF A NEW LIFEBostonGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12573490121714735339noreply@blogger.comBlogger320125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140687070197432369.post-57825380324230287092013-01-11T10:52:00.001-05:002013-01-11T10:52:51.373-05:00Imagine<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKsL8IW5VxnFEpM26toNI7tWN4ucZcex_66ehF1myAfDMLLcgQxjvJzLe__EXDyDrYzjTsUU9NZLctO-Jdnq-0W-YXG4I4Vrd5EKXq_7UPzxqe5BuPZC-n-jYKaKDXbEbHoIkPDTB03v8/s1600/recite-12021-709733768-149kljj-771374.png"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKsL8IW5VxnFEpM26toNI7tWN4ucZcex_66ehF1myAfDMLLcgQxjvJzLe__EXDyDrYzjTsUU9NZLctO-Jdnq-0W-YXG4I4Vrd5EKXq_7UPzxqe5BuPZC-n-jYKaKDXbEbHoIkPDTB03v8/s320/recite-12021-709733768-149kljj-771374.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5832220149255855202" /></a></p>BostonGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12573490121714735339noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140687070197432369.post-65953249823668002892013-01-05T11:54:00.001-05:002013-01-05T11:54:22.643-05:00Just a few of my strategiesA fun way to capture a few of my strategies for the year. Hope you like it! <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8hjhxAUW66fTB1aWZPGttcAzCYY0obs861fzQ-Vwax-eqD5k7QHDsI5eQG9vKVCDL54oZ8FnGGQuU7TzWi7WcO9MlGXzI02SRIIDelonxwLlqODjDelbYoGGqiZff92MTIYeLA6SB9CY/s640/blogger-image-1881354841.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8hjhxAUW66fTB1aWZPGttcAzCYY0obs861fzQ-Vwax-eqD5k7QHDsI5eQG9vKVCDL54oZ8FnGGQuU7TzWi7WcO9MlGXzI02SRIIDelonxwLlqODjDelbYoGGqiZff92MTIYeLA6SB9CY/s640/blogger-image-1881354841.jpg" /></a></div>BostonGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12573490121714735339noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140687070197432369.post-51079404385980118232012-12-31T12:46:00.001-05:002012-12-31T12:46:44.734-05:00One Word for 2013: StrategiesOops! It's been a month since my last post! How did that happen? Oh well, let's look forward and not back, shall we?<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">A little pic from my getaway to Maine. I love it there so much</span>.</td></tr>
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New Year's Eve for me is full of hope and comfort. It's
about being with good friend, and thinking of the new year with
positivity and plans. My plans for tonight are simple. Hanging with some
good friends for a nice dinner and champagne. We'll probably watch a
movie and we've all been given the word that elastic-waist pants are welcomed and encouraged. I
think it sounds perfect. Tonight is not about trying to make it the best night of the year. It's about saying goodbye to the old and hello to the new with people I love.<br />
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Today on Instagram <a href="http://mortalmuses.com/" target="_blank">Mortal Muses</a> give us a reminder to think about our
one word for the new year. It's been in the back of my mind, but I haven't
really been focusing on it. However as I thought about it this morning, the word I've been using lately about
how I'm going to be able to manage my life this next year is Strategies.<br />
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"Strategies" may not be a froufrou, new age word, like hope or piece of
faith or love. But for me, strategies means setting myself up for success, and what could be more spiritual and meaningful than that?
Success in my personal life, my work life and my health life. I know that last one doesn't really work, but go with me here. There are
things that I want for myself, but if I don't plan for them and ACT on them, they don't happen. So in this
new year I'm going to be focused on strategies to make sure that the
life that I'm living is the life that I want.<br />
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I just accepted an offer for a new challenging and stressful job that starts on Wednesday, January
2. It's a wonderful start to a new year. I admit, though, that I already feel anxiety about this job taking me away from things in my personal life. As <a href="http://www.ordinarycourage.com/" target="_blank">Brene Brown</a> would
say, how do I manage the vulnerability I'm feeling? (I'm reading her <a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=%22http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1592407331/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&tag=bosgirontheve-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=1592407331%22%3EDaring%20Greatly:%20How%20the%20Courage%20to%20Be%20Vulnerable%20Transforms%20the%20Way%20We%20Live,%20Love,%20Parent,%20and%20Lead%3C/a%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=bosgirontheve-20&l=as2&o=1&a=1592407331%22%20width=%221%22%20height=%221%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%22%20style=%22border:none%20!important;%20margin:0px%20!important;%22%20/%3E" target="_blank">Daring Greatly</a> right now, and it's amazing!)<br />
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When I am anxious or worried or just feeling not quite right, it's usually a sign that I feel that things are out of my control. If, however, I create a plan or strategies to get things in order, when the things that are out of my control go out of whack I'll
be much more prepared to handle them. I won't be focused on the things
that I haven't been keeping up.<br />
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So what are my strategies? I'm not done thinking about this, but for example my Strategies may look something like this:<br />
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<ul>
<li>Getting in to the gym at
work by 6:30 am. That way I can workout and shower and be
at my desk by 8:30am. I'm putting that strategy in place because I really
want my health to be one of my number one priorities this year. While it
is definitely about losing weight, it's also about using exercise to
start myself off on a good start for the day, and letting go some of the
physical anxiety I feel. I also feel more confident after exercise, probably because I've
accomplished something and that makes me feel good! Endorphins
are churning and that makes me feel better all day long.</li>
<li>One of the other thing is I'm planning to put in place is my meals. My
plan right now is to be at the grocery store on Sunday with my list of
meals for the week. Sunday night I will be cooking and prepping my daily salads, and packing my bag with chicken breasts,
string cheese and yogurt. </li>
<li>One of my weakest points in eating right is the evening. When I'm
hungry and tired I have a hard time making good choices.
So my strategy for that is to only have good things in the house, that
way my only choice will be a good choice. </li>
</ul>
I have more work to do on my
strategies, but I think you get the idea. I hope you take some time
today to think about what your "one word" for the year might be.
There are some wonderful tools out there for you use to discover that
word. Just a couple suggestions here:<br />
<ul>
<li>Ali Edward's <a href="http://www.bigpictureclasses.com/onelittleword2013.php" target="_blank">One Word Class </a></li>
<li>Christine Kane's original <a href="http://christinekane.com/free-download-word-of-the-year-discovery-tool/" target="_blank">One Word Discovery Tool</a> and her updated <a href="http://christinekane.com/blog/" target="_blank">information</a>.</li>
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As I said, this year I didn't need any tools to think about this. For me as I said it was pretty apparent this year what I needed.
Strategies. Now, how can I make the word Strategies pretty? :)BostonGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12573490121714735339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140687070197432369.post-50250901506359092522012-12-31T12:43:00.000-05:002012-12-31T14:49:50.039-05:00This is going up on my fridge!In no way is this mine, but I love it!<br />
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<br />I hope you all have a wonderful day today. I'm trying to be grateful and happy for the little things.<br />
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I am missing my mom but grateful for family and friends.BostonGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12573490121714735339noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140687070197432369.post-85439875062894605012012-11-19T19:44:00.002-05:002012-11-19T19:45:07.711-05:00Brussel Sprouts Anyone?<br />
Rooting around in my fridge today I realized I still had brussel sprouts on a stalk that I had bought at Trader Joe's on Thursday.<br />
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They weren't going bad, but every time I opened the door they were staring at me. Ok, I give, I give! </div>
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So here's what I did:<br />
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<b>Roasted Brussel Sprouts with Cranberries, Walnuts and Gorgonzola (serves 6-8)</b><br />
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1 stalk of brussel sprouts (or about 30-36 sprouts)<br />
2 Tbsp Olive Oil (1 for cooking, 1 for mixing)<br />
2 oz gorgonzola or blue cheese, crumbled<br />
1 oz dried cranberries<br />
1 oz chopped walnuts or pecans<br />
1 Tbsp Balsamic Vinegar<br />
Salt & pepper<br />
1 cookie sheet with sides<br />
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Preheat oven to 375 degrees<br />
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Destalk your brussel sprouts from the stalk by twisting slightly and
snapping them off. <br />
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Remove any yellow or wilted leaves. Cut the brussel sprouts in half so they are easier to eat. (Bonus, they cook
faster too!)<br />
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Put them all in a bowl of cold water, and plunge them several times to
make sure they’re clean.
Drain.<br />
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Put them all back in the bowl, and add 1 Tbsp Olive Oil, I Tbsp
Balsamic Vinegar, and salt & pepper as you would to taste.<br />
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Mix until all well covered. Then add cranberries and walnuts in with the
sprouts.<br />
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Place your sprout mixture onto cookie sheet and spread so that it is only<span style="color: blue;"><u> </u></span>one layer.<br />
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Put in the oven for 15 minutes, then stir carefully. Put back in the
oven for 15 minutes. Your sprouts should be light to medium brown. If not somewhat soft, you can put them back in the oven for another
5-10 minutes.<br />
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Once they are done, put them into a large heat safe bowl. Add ½ - 1 Tbsp of Olive Oil and Salt & Pepper again to brighten things up. Then add 2 oz of your gorgonzola cheese, mixing well into the
sprouts. Let sit for a few minutes, then stir again. The gorgonzola
will be melty and start to cover the sprout mixture.<br />
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Serve while warm. It also makes a great lunch treat cold!<br />
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Hope you enjoy! I’d love to hear your comments!BostonGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12573490121714735339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140687070197432369.post-12576208056459715582012-11-18T18:08:00.001-05:002012-11-18T18:08:42.773-05:00Feeling inspired!<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Just a little reminder...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">When you need to feel inspired, just look up!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I went for a walk in the woods last weekend, trying to capture the last of the fall color. It was a beautiful Sunday with blue skies and a very crisp feeling to the air.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I walked for a few miles in the woods, and felt my cabin fever lift. I slowed down, and started looking at the details around me. The bright green moss growing at the base of the trees, the baby maple trees starting to turn a crimson red, and the amazing yellow of the oak leaves against the blue sky.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">This was one of my favorites from that day, and I've added a little reminder for you. I'll be adding this one to the shop! :)</span><br />
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<br />BostonGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12573490121714735339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140687070197432369.post-74297890784343125912012-11-10T09:19:00.001-05:002012-11-10T09:19:14.390-05:00Remnants of SandyNothing like New York and New Jersey, but still change.<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkbGrqoKZWViO-kYVU-ZKrEPVuzYldgZztLuYCkDJEa2W8Px4QUkDfuUNnjgt_MXXpofaltH0FA_9mcyHHEV0iEypheT0kM71v2VK-77yc13z8y5Er4J0J9pVgeiF1tz440T9iZ-bwgc0/s640/blogger-image--426762114.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkbGrqoKZWViO-kYVU-ZKrEPVuzYldgZztLuYCkDJEa2W8Px4QUkDfuUNnjgt_MXXpofaltH0FA_9mcyHHEV0iEypheT0kM71v2VK-77yc13z8y5Er4J0J9pVgeiF1tz440T9iZ-bwgc0/s640/blogger-image--426762114.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZnHkQnnmzIvzEndWy7WgHTwSfuYLY1Ht6eYHRqMkF3hYskUWXhjUKkqQqKB-OzpIzf7JB01QOMac_n1NO3NA0TZypocV3f7rjWq1qZzrIBVtRJYFxvp1Pp13Bqydvo5zCqG6CTTp7ubM/s640/blogger-image-245924298.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZnHkQnnmzIvzEndWy7WgHTwSfuYLY1Ht6eYHRqMkF3hYskUWXhjUKkqQqKB-OzpIzf7JB01QOMac_n1NO3NA0TZypocV3f7rjWq1qZzrIBVtRJYFxvp1Pp13Bqydvo5zCqG6CTTp7ubM/s640/blogger-image-245924298.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmVqaKWnIRdGekwmDuv44h_ZefFybPP3uskseD4KbkjoJjy8mDayyAc-BIazzMScv6wn7JQXiC4en9qbNusWuXNLV-Xvn0bMuQUIeeOK70uS19zlMqbEYiENL0L8wg4jU3jtj0uxLwJpI/s640/blogger-image-2126705897.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmVqaKWnIRdGekwmDuv44h_ZefFybPP3uskseD4KbkjoJjy8mDayyAc-BIazzMScv6wn7JQXiC4en9qbNusWuXNLV-Xvn0bMuQUIeeOK70uS19zlMqbEYiENL0L8wg4jU3jtj0uxLwJpI/s640/blogger-image-2126705897.jpg" /></a></div>BostonGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12573490121714735339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140687070197432369.post-84685602090087926622012-11-10T09:18:00.001-05:002012-11-10T09:18:16.420-05:00Time to get organized!I have always liked writing on the walls. Even when I was little drawing on the walls with my Crayola crayons. Then I graduated to writing my vision list on the walls of my single girl apartments. <br />
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But this, this is what I've been dreaming about recently.<br />
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An organized station for managing my calendar, my 'what's to eat in the house' list, grocery list, and to do list. <br />
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Writing on the wall feels like brainstorming and things come more easily. I'm able to empty my brain and then take a picture of it carry with me for future reference. <br />
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I bought these sticky sheets at Amazon. They stick to the wall and will peel off easily when I move out. I also bought a pack of assorted color transparency markers. Transparency markers don't smudge when you write with them and wipe off easily with a damp cloth. <br />
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Check them out! (No associates fees.)<br />
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Gowrite Dry Erase Sheets, 8.5 X 11 Inches, White, 5 Sheets (AS8511) http://amzn.com/B000F8R46A<br />
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Expo Vis-A-Vis Wet Erase Markers, 8 Colored Markers (16078) http://amzn.com/B00006IFGW<br />
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had scooted all the way over to the wall, and as I went to tuck the<br />
blanket around her, I remembered a wonderful memory of my mom. I<br />
distinctly remember lying in her bed and her trying to make it around<br />
me. But instead, she would make it with me in it, and then wonder<br />
aloud about all the lumps and bumps. She would poke and prod to get<br />
the lumps out, me giggling underneath.<br />
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Last night, B and I played the same game. She was tickled to be<br />
thought a lump in the bed, and each time I flung back the covers to<br />
find her there, she said, "Do that again!" She didn't make a sound as<br />
the lump, and her eyes were bright with mischief. I told her how my<br />
mom had played this game with me, and she asked, "Did you play the<br />
lump with your mom?" My niece will never truly know my mom. She<br />
passed when she was too little to have very many memories. But she<br />
will know some of the stories that include my mom, experience them<br />
through me, and make new memories with my mom that way.<br />
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After I had tucked B in for the last time, she asked me to lie with<br />
her and pretend to go to sleep. We snored loudly, and closed our<br />
eyes, each checking to be sure the other's eyes were closed. Soon, B<br />
really was asleep and I snuck out. I am so grateful to have these<br />
girls in my life. The everyday family moments they include me in are<br />
warm and intimate. My nieces bring such joy and love, and my<br />
connections with them sustain me in my everyday.<br />
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Below, an example of "Teamwork". A was helping B to color in all of<br />
her acorns. :)<br />
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I made the wrong decision to put it all into a pie plate. An hour later it was still moist. Next time I am going to make pancakes out of my pancake recipe. But then again, that's the fun of fooling around with a new recipe. The flavor was amazing once it was cooked. It just took an hour and a half to do so. <br />
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I'll make another batch this week as pancakes and then I'll be loading it here. <br />
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In the meantime, I hope you're eating something with apple, smelling something of cinnamon, and listening to the rain fall outside. <br />
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Autumn has arrived.<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBkhQ0EBXPRiZ55zTsHBATpaz2ezHW6cmPRgsRzwAjLba-2mXPyUVU0XuHOoQGAGK_FVi6eFMxsyjBv7lcvSCFiTYtxVMxWerIEEfj1e68L6hq6pbQO2JVqjLGH_cp5iuzJTTOs7Z-UDQ/s640/blogger-image-1270143377.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBkhQ0EBXPRiZ55zTsHBATpaz2ezHW6cmPRgsRzwAjLba-2mXPyUVU0XuHOoQGAGK_FVi6eFMxsyjBv7lcvSCFiTYtxVMxWerIEEfj1e68L6hq6pbQO2JVqjLGH_cp5iuzJTTOs7Z-UDQ/s640/blogger-image-1270143377.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHzgOddgMOVSASKFD6yc0H2Zc8maXZnmA7_m_3XwxIb20U0Y6qn6cGlJbF3O5HcfRr8OtEFaTcdr0OBqyj34HsNCIGllKwKS0s5vCM5jDNcy3u_flL9OXQ5yy1wdIQpjJj6eR53MnZ_p4/s640/blogger-image--639572941.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHzgOddgMOVSASKFD6yc0H2Zc8maXZnmA7_m_3XwxIb20U0Y6qn6cGlJbF3O5HcfRr8OtEFaTcdr0OBqyj34HsNCIGllKwKS0s5vCM5jDNcy3u_flL9OXQ5yy1wdIQpjJj6eR53MnZ_p4/s640/blogger-image--639572941.jpg" /></a></div>BostonGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12573490121714735339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140687070197432369.post-62020617075280065062012-09-25T09:31:00.001-04:002012-09-25T09:31:05.341-04:00Mai Tai Anyone?Sometimes I feel like an island. On this island, I am the only one
<br>going through what I'm going through, and no one can get to me. They
<br>can't get to me both because I've put myself on this island, and
<br>separated myself from them. People try to swim out to me, but the
<br>obstacles I put in their way stop them from being able to help.
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<br>When I am stressed I feel like I shut down. I don't like talking
<br>about what's really going on because it feels overwhelming. I turn
<br>the radio to talk radio because music seems to not drown out my fear
<br>quite enough. The "talk" on the radio at least seems to be
<br>stimulating enough to take my brain away from my current "fear mantra"
<br>running in my head. I'm not sleeping. My stomach is in knots and
<br>upset. I am weepy and fatigued.
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<br>Feeling the fear scares me. But, not dealing with it means I can feel
<br>the fear crawling right through my bloodstream, my heart rate is
<br>accelerated and my mind is scattered.
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<br>The cause of my current fear is an imminent deadline, and the fear is
<br>really about failure. What if it doesn't work the way it's supposed
<br>to? What if I don't know everything I don't know? What if I fail?
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<br>I'd love any insight you have to turn the fear monster off. In the
<br>meantime, I'll be sitting on my island. Maybe I can find a waiter
<br>with a mai tai...BostonGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12573490121714735339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140687070197432369.post-77979548911327056932012-09-23T21:32:00.001-04:002012-09-23T21:41:08.837-04:00September, what?Life has been getting away from me for a long time now. I just returned from a wedding in New Hampshire. My brother got married to a wonderful woman named Julie and has a new daughter named Nicole. I moved into a new apartment, and out of an old one. I've visited many beaches and spend many Sunday mornings sitting in my beach chair in the water. My work life has unfortunately been been quite overwhelming, and I find myself unpacking or watching a silly show rather than writing. <br />
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But I'm in my new apartment now and I'm feeling a little bit more settled so hoping to be back out in the world soon. In the meantime here's a few shots of where I have been this summer.<br />
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Last night I had a dream that I had thrown away Mom's ring. I could picture it on the corner of this little bookcase. This little bookcase was sitting by my front door waiting to go to the trash heap, after having been beaten up over the years. In my dream I remember thinking "No, I put Mom's ring in the dish in the bathroom like I always do." But something or someone knew me better than that.<br />
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When I woke up this morning I was startled to find that my hand was bare. I've lost about 20 pounds in the last three months, and lately the ring has been flipping around in my hand, a little bit uncomfortable. So I've started to take it off before I go to bed. I always put it in this one dish in the bathroom.<br />
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I went to get my ring this morning, thinking about that dream, and it wasn't there. I looked under the dish, on the floor under the dash, next to the dish. Nothing. My heart rate went up. How could that be, where was the ring? I even called my work to see if maybe the list and found had found it. But no luck.<br />
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Then I remembered the dream. I thought "There is no way I would've put the ring on that bookcase, and especially not moving it to the front door. I would've noticed it or it would've fallen off."<br />
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Well, I checked it anyway. On one corner of the bookcase, stuck in a little groove, there was the ring. <br />
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All I could think of this morning was "Mom, is that you?" Were you keeping an eye on me? An eye on the ring? I know it's one of your favorites. That's why it's one of my favorites now.<br />
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I hope it was you telling me to look in the bookcase. I miss you and I wish you would come visit more often. In the meantime I'll take these little visits in my dreams.<br />
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I hope you're enjoying your summer. I'm trying to. You may have noticed that because I have not been posting very often! I'm out and about, reveling in the summer atmosphere, taking it all in. Trying to remember that these days are fleeting. These hot humid days that morph into warm nights, these are the thing I will miss in January. As I sit drinking my Moscow Mule on the patio. As I bite into another tomato. As I swim a few more times in the ocean.<br />
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Summer in New England is a treasure. And I'm going to enjoy every last bite.<br />
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I put in an application and I have every reason to expect that it will be accepted. I went to an open house on Thursday night and liked it enough that I filled out the application that night. Now we are in the credit check phase. But in the meantime. I'm starting to pack up here at home.<br />
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Last week or so I think I posted about "cleaning house." well now it's official. I'm cleaning house and purging everything I can. I want everything around me to bring me some sort of joy. And unfortunately this house has become a place where I don't like to come home to. It's too small and there's too much. <br />
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Even If I end up in a different apartment that I've chosen, I know that it is time to move on and it is time to let go. <br />
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What does letting go mean for me? <br />
It means getting rid of the clothes that I have been holding onto, waiting to get to a new lesser size than I am now. I'm realizing that carrying these things around with me is just increasing my guilt factor which is not productive or helpful. When I get to my new size, I'm not going to want these clothes. Because these clothes are part of my past, not a part of my future. I'm keeping a few sentimental favorites that I do hope to be able to fit back into, but the majority of it is going. I'm saving a few things my mom bought me. Not because I like the clothes, although I do, it's because I remember. I have the memory of shopping with her. I have a couple of those memories that I like holding onto.<br />
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It means letting go of paper and tchotchkes. I want my new apartment to be free of clutter, and an empty space waiting to be filled. Filled with life, not with stuff.<br />
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Wish me luck! How about you? Are you in a letting go phase also?BostonGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12573490121714735339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140687070197432369.post-63563381767544364002012-07-28T09:28:00.001-04:002012-07-28T09:31:37.976-04:00Zucchini pancakes, easy-styleI was reinspired by smitten kitchen's zucchini pancakes last night. I had a zucchini in the fridge that was calling to me. And it was breakfast time!<br />
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Smitten kitchen's recipe looks delicious but I didn't have too much time this morning. <br />
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So here's what I did:<br />
Grate 1 zucchini, add that to 2 egg yolks and 3 whites. Add 1 tablespoon half-and-half. Grate 1 teaspoon fresh nutmeg. Add 1/3 cup flour and a pinch of salt.<br />
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Whisk together briskly until the flour has been incorporated. I have a small Frying pan I like to use for these.<br />
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This made 4 zucchini pancakes about 6 inches across. Enough for 2 to 3 people depending on how big their appetites are! :)<br />
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They are delicious and I hope you enjoy!<br />
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I'm off to the beach today with my brother who happens to be in town from New Mexico so I hope you enjoy this beautiful day!<br />
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Do you ever feel as though your TO DO list is longer than your<br />
ACCOMPLISHED list? I woke up this morning thinking about all the<br />
things I've been putting off.<br />
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My house isn't clean and I mean that literally and metaphorically.<br />
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My house is full of clothes of all different sizes in my weight loss<br />
journey, yet I can't bear to give them all away.<br />
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The Inspection sticker on my car has expired.<br />
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I'm driving around with Storage Boxes and a Table to go to my storage<br />
locker in my mini-SUV.<br />
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These little things that I should have energy for I just don't.<br />
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Are these all symptoms of my Hashimoto's or is it something else? Am<br />
I just letting myself slide a little too long?<br />
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I feel the need to clean house. Sometimes cleaning house means<br />
cleaning out your soul. Not letting yourself get away with everything.<br />
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I give myself a lot of slack, and I think it may be time to tighten the reigns.<br />
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What about you? Do you ever feel like "cleaning house"?BostonGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12573490121714735339noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140687070197432369.post-73177658406965249362012-07-22T09:37:00.001-04:002012-07-22T17:12:32.319-04:00Beach audio visitHope you enjoy today's audio. Wishing you were here.<br />
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<a href="https://sites.google.com/site/bostongirlontheverge/free-downloads/Summerbeachaudio.m4a?revision=2" target="_blank">Summer Beach Audio</a><a href="https://sites.google.com/site/bostongirlontheverge/free-downloads/Summerbeachaudio.m4a?revision=2%20" target="_blank"> </a>BostonGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12573490121714735339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140687070197432369.post-84394393655041957332012-07-20T10:51:00.002-04:002012-07-20T10:59:12.164-04:00Loving this today! :)Today's Soundtrack! :)<br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YWzzbuJJYQc" width="560"></iframe>BostonGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12573490121714735339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140687070197432369.post-68660249269076158902012-07-10T19:51:00.001-04:002012-07-10T19:51:34.618-04:00Rules for the Rest of Summer 2012I had such a nice weekend. It was sunny and warm with a cool breeze and very little humidity. I sat in my beach chair with my feet in the water been in the cold ocean wash away my troubles. The ocean called to me and I listened. I dipped myself and then floated there, my feet sliding up to the sky, the waves crashing over me again and again. Weightless, free, light and happy. It was heaven. It was then that I came up with this idea. Summer is so fleeting I don't want to waste a minute of it.<br />
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So here are my Rules for the rest of summer 2012:<br />
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Won't you join me? What rules would you set for yourself? <br />
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We've got just about eight weeks left to enjoy. A lot can happen in eight weeks.<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3bqIkiiioJ_BMtQRKioZFuVBKRtyBDEmdNatIW-i2qbllDB7IyUN0TnI9DbvnrJkc4xolUlb_-1PWXRZneoa2wUdqvLM0wATDuJCTfxWnjLsKAHy4jQnxDcJaPxkjdKwiVCe1hw-i9EOE/s640/blogger-image-1199572164.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3bqIkiiioJ_BMtQRKioZFuVBKRtyBDEmdNatIW-i2qbllDB7IyUN0TnI9DbvnrJkc4xolUlb_-1PWXRZneoa2wUdqvLM0wATDuJCTfxWnjLsKAHy4jQnxDcJaPxkjdKwiVCe1hw-i9EOE/s640/blogger-image-1199572164.jpg" /></a></div>BostonGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12573490121714735339noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140687070197432369.post-982647599725448242012-07-09T20:17:00.001-04:002012-07-09T20:19:29.689-04:00Where I was...Had a great weekend as my mango allergy seems to have calmed down<br />
significantly! It's amazing how good you can feel after feeling so<br />
sh*tty!<br />
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So, I ventured down to Duxbury Beach for a little me time yesterday.<br />
It was warm with a cool breeze. Felt like a bunch of my issues were<br />
being blown off of me. Terrific.<br />
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I sat with my feet in the water, reading a new favorite (Vintage<br />
Affair by Isabel Wolff), and watching for sharks!<br />
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Hope you are enjoying your summer too!<br />
:)<br />
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Be back soon!<br />
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Okay, so did you know that it is possible to overdose on mangoes? That's what I did to myself. I spent the last two weeks fighting a mango allergy of all things. I think it's because I was eating at least one mango a day for a wild there. They say that mango allergy is caused by the south on the skin of the mango, so hopefully one day I'll try it again and only eat the fruit without a problem. So, you'll notice a lack of mango posts coming up! Now that I'm finally feeling better, I've been craving real good food. That means no processed food, if possible.<br />
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This morning it was time for a fried egg sandwich.<br />
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I cut up one half of a fresh red pepper, two large slices of onion, and tossed them into a hot frying pan. No oil needed. Just cut them up and saute until they start to melt and brown. <br />
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While that's cooking put two pieces of bread into your toaster oven with a couple slices of a pungent cheese. I used Morbier from trader joes. It's sharp tangy and rich. Toast for four minutes.<br />
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Once the onions and peppers are cooked to your satisfaction, remove them to a separate bowl and put in your egg. The pan should be hot and sizzling.<br />
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Put one slice of prosciutto onto the cheese toast, then layer on your fried egg, onions and peppers. Add some salt and pepper then cover with the other toast.<br />
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Serve with your favorite coffee and enjoy. This is a meal!<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwrzM4n3vUvxKYkjD4JMXT0xzjbFDq2ldRvXuDV-AginKOrca98pWzRKZWmiAJMRO153i4EbLd1eNmYTNMu_DYkJbWRVkRDvuQc_OZJqX_MtZ3NlwLbMP0JRxKwrMvOIDJW9uEngJwJqk_/s640/blogger-image--1653211216.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwrzM4n3vUvxKYkjD4JMXT0xzjbFDq2ldRvXuDV-AginKOrca98pWzRKZWmiAJMRO153i4EbLd1eNmYTNMu_DYkJbWRVkRDvuQc_OZJqX_MtZ3NlwLbMP0JRxKwrMvOIDJW9uEngJwJqk_/s640/blogger-image--1653211216.jpg" /></a></div>BostonGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12573490121714735339noreply@blogger.com0