Let me catch you up on my life.
I CAN SEE!!!!!!!! I have so few memories of a life pre-glasses/contacts. This really is a christmas miracle! I think you guys out there with great vision take it for granted, but some of us have woken up every day for the last 25 years and not been able to see beyond a foot or two until some kind of vision apparatus is applied. And that's a long time to be without sight!! But those years are behind me now...yep..I am glasses free!!!! Hallelujah sweet baby buddha!
In other news...
I made this super kickass light calorie stuffed chicken breast dinner the other night. It went a lil somethin like this:
Baked veggies (zucchini, squash, carrots, green beans, peppers), grilled sweet potatoes, grilled stuffed chicken breastCan you believe I made that? Doesn't it look delicious??? YES, yes it does.
Saturday I had lunch with one of the most amazing volunteers and one of her daughters and we went for a little walk around the neighborhood we were in and stumbled onto this castle-esque house:
If you look close, you can see the reindeer head hanging on the left side of the building.
This is the William Temple House, what was originally the Mackenzie House, built in 1892 at the hefty cost of $100,000. Now it's a house that provides help where it is needed on behalf of the disadvantaged and distressed in the community.
It was also my young friend Natalie's 22nd birthday!! I just adore her - I don't know why anyone wouldn't really....she's just so cute you want to shrink her down and put her in your pocket and keep her forever.
I don't think I love bowling though. Not because I'm not good at it, as you can see by the scores...I'm really at the pro level - check out the score for Blurry Eyes. That's some serious bowling.
And my son has been a bowler - he actually won at a bowling competition when he was league bowling:
(yes, I also have bad knees and a bad jaw-see a pattern?? A pattern of badness!!), and even if I bowl wearing a wrist brace (that I typically wear when I'm typing all day but which looks like something bowlers wear), my wrist still reaches out with angry tentacles and squeezes the very essence of my being and causes physical pain. I do like to bowl...but I don't like pain. Lame.
But - bowl I did - pain or no, hello? It's Natalie's birthday!! You have to do what she says or she gets angry and fierce looking: