Scooby Doo! Where Are You?

Have you all watched the new Netflix show Sense8?

I burned through all twelve episodes in a three-night marathon. It’s all about binge watching now. The upside is no more waiting for resolutions; the downside is no more waiting for resolutions. There was fun in the anticipation of what troubles our favourite characters would get into each week — like a first kiss. Would it reward us? Leave us cold? Wanting more? Now we watch until our eyelids burn and our dreams confuse us.

But Sense8 is worth it. There is so much to like about it, although I have to make sure all minors are fast asleep before sitting down to watch. It’s not family viewing, friends. The characters are flawed and the locales are gritty and it’s not mindless viewing, which was the very reason we ditched regular TV last year.

Like any good obsession, I’m telling everyone about it and waiting until friends have caught up so we can discuss story lines. Remember getting together for weekly Melrose Place viewings? Well, Sense8 is like that only better because there’s talent and a script and talent.

I’m not being paid to say these things, I’m only a fan. The show touches on a lot of big ideas: rebirth, sexuality, good, bad, what it is to be human — just your normal dinner conversation — and somehow (sleep deprivation fuels a lot of things) it made me want to write again at Jack Straw Lane. I realized I missed going on about important and not so important things, even if no one read it. It’s not as though I gave up putting pen to paper completely though, I’ve written and edited elsewhere.

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Some of you know I’m a food writer for Erica Ehm’s YummyMummyClub.ca where I’m usually finding a way to work cheese into my recipes. There’s also the writing and editing at Life In Pleasantville, which covers travel, hot topics, food, and our contributors’ latest crushes. You should check that out.

These are some of the posts I’ve written recently:

What to Pack in a Carry-On

Top 10 travel Apps

Cheesy Baked Asparagus Fries & Dip – 3 Ways!

Crispy Cheddar Cauli-Tots

Anyway.

Hello again. Nice to see you.

Working from Home When You Have Pets

You bite the bullet and decide working from home is the next step in your career. Maybe your company’s head office is remote, or you’re working on the next great Canadian novel, or you’ve launched your own company making dongles for doohickeys. Whatever the circumstances, you are happy to announce, “I commute downstairs wearing yoga pants,” or the even more obnoxious, “My barista is da bomb.”

Anyway…

The great part is now your fur babies won’t be abandoned eight to ten hours every day.

You’ll play at lunch…

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And cuddle in the afternoons…

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And in between, there will be hours and hours of productivity while Jake the dog and Boots the cat look on adoringly…

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IT. WILL. BE. PERFECT.

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But first the cat needs to go out…

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And come right back in…

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And the dog found a new toy…

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So you send him out to chase squirrels…

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While you pound out a few minutes of work…

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Or not, because now the cat’s being an asshole…

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And the dog is flapping his gums…

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Meanwhile, war is brewing…

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And you try pleading for peace…

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But cats have their own agenda…

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And dogs are too busy doing dog things…

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And you want to smash all the things because you only managed 58 new words…

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Until this happens…

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So you call it a day because you have your priorities straight…

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After all, tomorrow is another day…

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Disclaimer: My barista is da bomb and I own more yoga pants than skirts and my pets trained me long ago.

 

Training For A Triathlon (this is no joke)

I have persuasive friends whose skills rival the most powerful Jedis. This is how I came to agree to join a triathlon team late last night when I should have been doing normal things like sleeping and ignoring emails. Instead I said, “Hell, YES!” to something my body doesn’t know how to do.

My body is good at this:

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But I run and go to bootcamp, so my Jedi friend assures me I’ll learn. And we have a certified, kick-ass tri coach who’s ready to make us work and who’ll see to it we don’t die. That’s the plan anyway. We’re a three-member team — Sharon, Jen, and I — competing in the Olympic distance of the Toronto Triathlon Festival, and we’re running, swimming, and cycling, respectively.

I am cycling.

I. Am. Cycling. My brother is likely rolling on the floor giving himself cramps laughing because I’ve often mocked the crazy cyclist tribe, of which he’s a member. And now I’m one of them and this is making me ramble more than usual and dear sweet gods above what the hell am I doing?

What am I doing?

What I’m doing is strapping on cycling shoes on June 21, 2015 — Does one strap them on, anyway? — and donning spandex — God help me! — and cycling 40 kilometres. Apparently I’m incapable of turning down a challenge. Just say no, kids.

Speaking of kids…my two (along with my nieces) think this is a GREAT idea, so of course I have to do it now. Once your kids know you’re committed to a challenge it’s impossible to plead a stubbed toe. Or something.

Anyway…I’ll be using this space as a sort of Captain’s Log, but with more swearing and sweating and general freaking out. It’ll balance nicely with the photos of peaceful landscapes and travel daydreams to faraway places.

Training Log, Day One:

This is gonna hurt.

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P.S. If you’re active on social media, you can follow our saga at #TeamTTF.

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