The A.M. Check-in

Hey, sup? I’ve been walking, but not blogging. One life change at a time, if you please. The babester is totally cute.

I started cooking again, and having fun with it. I have a love affair with gravy these days. Yesterday I fried pork strips, green peppers and onions in some olive oil. I couldn’t find the rice, so I had to make mashed potatoes instead. To me, peppers and mashed potatoes don’t seem to go together, so I compromised and made gravy from the pan drippings. YUM! The only drawback was that it didn’t make very much gravy. I used a roux made with butter and potato starch, the pan drippings, and milk. It thickened up great and was reminiscent of a sausage gravy, but you could definitely taste a hint of green pepper. It was very interesting and tasty! I know, gravy and personal fitness don’t really go together.

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Where Have All the Twinkies Gone

Readers who know me, will have been waiting to read anything I post about Twinkies. Check in the archives, and you will find more than one reference to the gooey cakey glistening snack cake filled with sexy sugar cream.

I had to ask myself a very serious question. If I was asked to take an 8% pay cut in order to support my employer staying open, would I do it? It’s a fair question. If I was supporting my family, would 8% less money be able to take care of our needs? I think we could handle the change if we cut household expenses…snack cakes, for one. Cable television, leaving lights on when we go out, you know…make some cuts at home and you could still have your job. It would not be comfortable to take the pay cut. I would probably be tempted to look for other work, but that would be quite a risk in the current economic climate. In the end, I think I would have to accept it, particularly if I was supporting my family. (Thank God above, I am NOT supporting our family, DH is, and a damn fine job he’s doing, I might add.)

BUT, if I was part of a union, would that choice be mine to make? I can say honestly that I don’t know. How much leeway does a union member have when the question of employment arises? Seriously…if you have the answer, let me know.

So the rest of the story is the Union said, in very technical terms, “Screw. You. Hostess.”

And now instead of an 8% pay cut, 18,500 people got a 100% pay cut. Okayyyyy.

You would think, wouldn’t you, that a person with my proclivities toward Twinkie goodness would have already stocked up on Twinkies, HoHos, Ding Dongs et cetera. After all, I have 800 lbs of whole wheat. Twinkies would have rounded out our food storage quite nicely. But alas, I didn’t stock up. And now I face the question, if I was asked to reduce my dignity by 8%, would I join the ranks of panicked Twinkie-craving citizens to purchase every last box of Twinkies or Ding Dongs that I could find? It turns out, I am NOT willing to cut my dignity by 8%. I’m going to stay at home and write my grocery list, and include healthy-type food items for the storage: rice, and corn, and green beans and the like. I will look back with fondness at the times I was able to sink my teeth into a sweet snack cake and enjoy 100% of my memories and my dignity.

Kickin it Up a Notch: Nod to Emeril

Hey, I’ve added a whole new dimension to my walk/run. 8 pound weights, and I’m not even talking about my baby.

I noticed I can instantly raise my heart rate by doing weight curls during my walk. It is so lovely.

Here’s to good health. I’m going to attach a photo of my awesome guns from two years ago to inspire myself.

Float like a dragonfly, sting like a diaper rash

Sweet Freedom

Just so you know, I’ve been walking regularly! Even if I’m not blogging, I’m on the treadmill working it.

Restaurant review: Salsa’s

A guy with a cart came by our table and offered to make fresh guacamole; he had a tip jar too. We were like, sure, fresh guac, I’m on it.

It was DELICIOUS! Was it eight dollars delicious?? (that’s how much the restaurant charged, so with the tip it was 9$) Hm. I would have to say, yes, it was worth it. He used three avocados; they were perfectly ripe, no brown spots, no overripe flavor. Fresh squeezed lime juice, fresh onions and tomatoes…it was divine and I had a ton of it. In fact, I might have to go back for more.

Pizza-Flavored Babies

Because “Farley” can’t get enough of his baby brother Hammond. And he ate pizza. And none of my kids wipe their mouths after dinner. So smooch that.

BTW, I have been walking every day this week! Shout out to my DH who holds the baby when he’s home from work so that I can get my exercise in for the day. For some reason, Baby doesn’t want me to put him down during the day. Ugh. I mean, it’s wonderful to hold and cuddle our last little baby, but I tend to sit and look at all that needs to be done. At the very least, would be nice to get clean dishes. It is forcing me to delegate more to the kids, which I should have been doing for the last eighteen years anyways.

I have my eye on “Sweet Freedom” for the song I might buy at the end of the week!

Faster Than the Couch

You know what I’m talking about. That PINTEREST poster that says something about as slow as you are going, you are still faster than whoever is sitting on the couch. That is me, not the couch somebody, but the slow-going somebody with her heart in the right place.
Music rocks! I love “She’s So Gone” from the Lemonade Mouth soundtrack. It’s fun and cool! “That’s What You Get” is a great tune, but it’s slower with the back beat. At first I was thinking, I can’t run to this! Then I realized if I used a longer stride and picked up my knees farther, I could use it. Ouch. But effective, no doubt.

Have a great day. And shoot me off an email with some song ideas. I’m going to buy me some tunes next week when I have walked every single day.

If you like sexy action adventure novels, you simply must check out Tara Janzen. She is my new author/hero.

Fifteen Back

Hurts so good.

I had to wait ’til the weekend so that DH was available to hold the baby. My treadmill still works, my knees…not so much. But I’m here. And no shin splints.
I’d like to thank all the Little People. You know, the Fisher Price Little People that I threw away because I was tired of picking them up or tripping on them.

Sabbatical

Testing, testing, is this thing on?

So yes, I’ve been away for quite a long time. But look what we made:

Look what DH and I made

If I hadn’t been so busy with stuff, (read: food poisoning, a concussion[not me], overflowing toilet etc) than I would have loved to take photos of ALL THE FOOD that friends brought for my family. Here is a list of the meals we enjoyed:

Lamb stew with cornbread, salad and sweet popcorn

Shell pasta with creamy cheese and marinara sauce and Caesar salad

Marinara meat sauce with assorted cooked pasta noodles and bacon/vinegar green beans and brown sugar cookies

Hungarian goulash with seven layer salad, wheat crescent rolls and pasta

Tator Tot casserole with apple juice and salad

Lasagna with salad

Pizza Hut pizza (when I was in the hospital)

Chicken Pot Pie

And a shout-out to my friend RR who has brought me a steady stream of fountain Cokes for the past five weeks or so. God bless her.

Additionally, the folks who brought us food brought us enough that I haven’t had to cook for three weeks. Froze the leftovers, and then about 3:30pm every day I decide what sounds good, then put it in the oven to bake for an hour and a half (it has to thaw, you know) and ta-da! Dinner’s hot and ready to go to the table. This is the life.

Salad and Coke

A friend, a true friend, brought me a large Coke today. I was making myself a ‘Subway’ inspired salad, and it was the perfect complement to my lunch. My salad had shredded lettuce, garden tomato, pickles, shredded mozzarella, salt and pepper, pepperoni and turkey lunch meat. Oh it was divine. Also put a dash of red wine vinegar in the mix. Actually, it was so good that I am even now thinking about making another one. hmm. But having the sweet Cola nectar to wash it down was really special. Sending thanks to my friend for making my day! By the way, no baby coming out yet. Due on Saturday, and trying to wait patiently. ‘Try’ being the operative word.