The one night in months I went to bed before my wife, she leaves the WiFi on all night. I wake up at 3:30am feeling terrible and can’t sleep anymore. I walk out of the room and notice that all the panel switches are on.
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Dogs are the new kids… at least in my circle. Dogs love you unconditionally, never cry or get colic, can be left home alone and don’t need a new pair of shoes five times a year. Sounds like a pretty good arrangement to me. So good, in fact, that I have three dogs of my own. And I do love my dogs like they’re my kids. Yep, I’m one of those people. I spend more money on my dogs than I do on myself.
In the battle of the bulge one of the greatest weapons that we have is the diet drink. You see, in the past if you wanted a sweet refreshing drink you had to have sugar. Thanks to modern science, with its unnatural and inorganic ways, this is not the case.
My mom keeps telling me to “walk, don’t run” (which is, by the way, the title of Cary Grant’s very last movie shot in 1966).
I love my mom. But what she doesn’t know is, walking and running are like water and gasoline. They are two totally different categories of metabolic burn. Walking simply does nothing for me in terms of weight loss.
As a wide-eyed, impressionable 19-year-old girl, I moved across the world to Sydney, Australia. I immediately fell in love with the place, people and culture. Finally I had found a place where I fit in. People there shared the same values and passions as I did
I am not calling myself an expert on the topic of colic. I am, however, a woman with a small family that survived it. You may be thinking, “Surviving colic, what the heck is this woman talking about. Colic isn’t a fatal disease!” True, it isn’t a fatal disease or condition. However, colic is heart-breaking, mind-blowing, exhausting and depressing.