Thursday, June 7, 2012

A post about peeing.

I think it was around 2:30 this afternoon that I got the inkling. You know the one. The inkling for a tinkling. (I just made that up. You're welcome.) What I'm trying to say is, I had to pee. But 3:00 is prime work time. C is napping. I'm in work mode, screens are up and running, diet coke in my lap, ear phones in, music playing, progress is happening. Now is the not the time for a pee break. Pee breaks require pulling myself away from work and then usually entail me checking instagram and then accidentally reading a book on the kindle from my iPhone and 45 minutes later I'm still sitting on the toilet and I've waste prime work time.

So I push through. No peeing for me.

I work.

Eventually C wakes up.

She needs consoling because we all know how hard it is to wake up from a three hour nap. Poor, poor almost two year old.

Then B and I need to discuss how our days went

Dinner needs made.

Dinner needs eaten.

C needs force fed.

The house is a disaster. I run from room to room, shoving toys away, picking up laundry, washing breakfast dishes.

My sister calls.

My mom calls.

All the while the need to pee persists.

You know what time I finally made it to the potty? 7:30 PM. Roughly 5 hours later. I noted the time and laughed a little to myself because this is a NORMAL occurrence in my life.

You hear stories such as this before you are a mother. But you don't really take them seriously. But it's true! It's all true!

Hi, my name is A and I am a mother and I don't have time to pee anymore.

It feels good to get this off my chest.

Do you like working out?

If you answered yes to that question then something is wrong with you and I don't think we can be friends.

Working out is literally the worst thing in the world. I hate it so much. It makes me swear.

Speaking of swearing, it's something I don't really do THAT much (my husband may disagree) but occasionaly it feels right and I just go with it. Usually it "feels right" when I am hanging out with people from work discussing my job, when I'm writing posts on this blog, and when I'm working out.

Here are some pictures from the gym. My level of misery is not readily evident from the photos, but trust me, I am absolutely miserable. Liz is probably less miserable. She is better at working out than I am.

Anyway, a few weeks back Liz and I decided we were going to buckle down and just work out like ALL the time. And really we have. I'm not going to lie and tell you all the stuff that everyone always tells you like, "Keep at it, it gets easier!", or "You will really learn to love it!" or "Just keep running! You are going to get your second wind!". That's all a bunch of bs. Working out sucks every time. However, I have found that working out is made marginally better by the following things...

A-Going with a friend who will allow you to complain basically the entire time

B-Getting your cardio over with because you know that afterwards you can lie face down on a mat on the floor and pretend like you are streching for 30 minutes

C-Blasting Robyn VERY LOUDLY in your earphones. Robyn enables me to run a little longer because she is THE SHIZ. Robyn is, according to one very astute You Tube commenter, some "ABBA level shit". She is indeed. Proof:

 D-Picturing Usher. Try it. It works. To be more precise, listen to this song, while picturing this Usher, doing these exact dance moves:

Stop it Usher. Just. Stop.

E-Liz taught me this one, it works pretty good. Say in your head, over and over (AND OVER) again, "I deserve to be skinny!" This makes you feel angry, yet pushes you a little farther.

Okay, those are all the tips I've got for you like-minded work-out-hating people.

But I want to hear your tips! How do you make it through the torture of working out and continue to keep it up?

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

You know that feeling?...

when you have been chasing your kid around the zoo all day. You thought you would be a nice mom and let her out of her stroller so she could see the sea lions up close. "Look at the sea lions!", you squeal like an insane person. What an awesome mom you are! Pat on the back for me! But then you spend the next half hour chasing her in one direction, while your stroller rolls away in the opposite direction. Which do you go after first? "My wallet is in the stroller", you think, "I should probably grab the stroller." But then again, your child is, well, your child. You run and grab her then chase after the stroller. But she doesn't want to be held. Because she is a very grown-up almost 2-year-old now. So she kicks and screams, "down!" "DOWN!" "WALK!". You spend the next hour or so doing this. Chasing your child, chasing your stroller, heaving your screaming child, putting screaming child into stroller which causes more screaming, taking child out of stroller for a better look at the giraffes, or the tigers or the brown bears. "Follow mommy Caroline!" "Stay by mommy!" "Hold mommy's hand Caroline!", which of course, causes more screaming. Only babies hold their mommies hands. She is NOT a baby. This is fun! We are at the zoo! We are making lasting memories, damn it!

All the while you are fighting crowds, and school groups, and heat and your almost 2-year-old. And you are thinking in the back of your mind..."I just have to make it to the car." "Just hold it together until the car."

Two trips through the new polar bear exhibit, one bird show, one ride on the carousel and one very unrelaxing lunch later and it's time!

Finally! It's time. It's blessed time. Just a few minutes of extra hard work...strapping kids in car seats, giving them sippy cups, removing shoes in hopes that they fall asleep on the way home, unloading all the crap from the stroller and back into the diaper bag, heaving the stroller into the trunk, but get to fall into the front seat and blast the air conditioning and sip your Diet Coke and everyone is strapped in place and can't move. You know that feeling?...when you finally collapse into the drivers seat and lean your head back  feeling totally happy that you made it to this point in the day without dying and you think "yeah, I am a good mom".


Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Like a moth to the flame...

I just can't stay away.

I've was excited for this season with Emily but I was not planning to blog it. I lasted three episodes and now here I am. Blogging it. So let's just dive in shall we?

I have lots to say about Emily Maynard. When she was on Brad's season I loved her. We all loved her right? Don't try and say you didn't because I know you did. She was sweet and classy, kind, always so lady-like (refreshing!) and pretty much the least dramatic person who had ever been on this show (more refreshing!). And to top it off she's the most gorgeous 40-year-old-looking 26-year-old that I've ever seen. (More on this later.)

But then Brad picks her. (Of course.) And oops...looks like Emily wasn't particularly interested in getting married after all. What she was actually interested in was being the next Bachelortte. That's sort of hard to do when you get proposed to at the end of the season. No worries...she just talked some jibberish about how Brad was like, garble garble, and also, it didn't work out because of blag blaggity blah blag and they had to break up because, bloppity blobbity bloop, and yeah. So clearly, what we learned from Emily is that she broke up with one of the worlds most gorgeous men, who was madly in love with her, and wanted to raise her child, for reasons that no one could ever dissemble and then started rallying on her blog to land the role as the next Bachelorette so she can "get married and have lots of babies" i.e. make a shizload of money and land a modeling gig. Par for the course as far as this show is concerned right? Right. HOWEVER, as opposed to before when I LOVED Emily and thought she was pretty much perfection...I now do NOT love Emily and think she is all sorts of sketchy.

For example...I think she had some plastic surgery done on her plastic surgery. Liz and I were talking about this. For a 26 year old she looks more like a flawless 40 year old. It's so bizzare. She's like the prettiest 40 year old ever! Except she's 26. And did she have some caps put on her caps? Because I think her teeth got bigger and whiter from the last time she was on tv. In general, flawless, tan skin and a perfect nose and huge boobs and giant, white teeth are usually a good thing. Although maybe not when it makes a 26 year old look like a beautiful 40 year old?

Also sketchy? Her clothing budget for this season of the show. $350,000. ! !! !?!?! WHA! ?? See here.

“We had an enormous clothing budget,” Emily’s stylist, Cary Fetman, said. “It was bigger than any previous season ... and we still went over!”

Oh ha! Hahaha! Ha. Heh. IDIOT.

This is just gross to me. Especially when all I have seen her wear so far are tiny, little butt shorts that surely came from Forever 21 and weird, over sized, off-the-shoulder, shirt things.

Please don't give Emily Maynard a $350,000 clothing budget and then expect me to believe that she is doing this show for any reason other than a $350,000 CLOTHING BUDGET.

I'm married with an awesome husband and I would do this show for a $350,000 clothing budget no questions asked.

So pretty much I don't like Emily. She's super boring and I'm sick of hearing 10,000 conversations per episode about her daughter. "What do you think of me having a daughter?" "How will my daughter fit in your life?" "I have a daughter." "I don't know if you know this, but I have a daughter." "Daughter!" "Are you willing to raise my daughter?" "And also, I have a daughter." "You can't meet her, or see her, but tell me...what do you think about my daughter and can you commit, right now, to raising her FOREVER?" It's as if Emily is the only person on the earth with a child. No ONE ever before has raised a child on their own. EMILY IS A FREAKING SINGLE MOM GODDESS! Women all over the world are looking on at Emily in complete awe and amazement while she single handedly has raised a child, in a mansion, with an SUV, while finding the time and money to rearrange her entire face, get a perfect and even tan and spend $350,000 on size 0 clothings. How does she do it?! It must be So. Hard. Wow. HARD!

Also, I have a sneaking suspicion, and correct me if I'm wrong here, that maybe these guys are saying what she wants to hear in order to, perhaps, not get kicked off the show. And I might be way off base here but I'm guessing, that, maybe the best place to find a step father for your child might not be on The Bachelorette? And last time I checked most single guys would maybe consider marrying a women with previous children a tough decision. But don't you dare speak of this to Emily. I mean, we all saw what happened to Alejansandrosan (whatever) for saying that he was willing to make this compromise. Uh, excuse me IDIOT! Do not speak truth to Emily. Marrying her and her daughter is not a compromise. How. Dare. He. It's a freaking DREAM COME TRUE and a PRIVILEGE to end up with Emily and her daughter. So how the freak DARE HE say the word compromise to some chick that he has known for three days with a mystery daughter that he has never met. I love that they are all supposed to be madly in love with her and 100% committed to her child without actually knowing her or ever having met her child. That's super normal. I also love how they all sit around arguing all day about who is the most ready to take on the father role. Also super normal. Now granted, her daugther is part of the package and it's very important that she ends up with someone who loves Ricky. But I'm just saying, this show is the stupid. Yeah, that pretty much sums it up.

Can I also point out, that during this last episode Emily was trying to get Chris to talk about some of his real flaws. Did you not LOVE her personal examples of "real" flaws that she has? "I don't work out." (First of all, liar. Second of all, that's a humblebrag. Third of all, how is that a fault?) "I stay in my pajamas all day." (Shut up Emily. That's just offensive to pretty much every mom on the planet. She seriously considers that a fault?)

There is more to say about Emily Maynarded. But let's move on. I'm getting annoyed. But lastly, I just want to say I don't actually HATE/hate Emily. It's more of a you're annoying and fake type hate. And It's not like I wouldn't trade her for her body/hair/money/tanness/car without a second thought. And I think it's important to point out that I in no way think she is a bad mom. In fact, she seems like a great mom. I'm glad she makes her daughter a priority, even while being on her own reality show. It's not like moms don't already tear one another down too much as it is. I just think there is some sketchiness going on there. Sketchiness with her and with the show.

Now on to the guys. Most of them haven't really made it into the forefront yet. So I'm only going to cover the ones that have stood out thus far. But really, the guys are pretty boring this season, no? I can put all these guys into one of two categories...annoying or not annoying.

He seems cute. 
I'm not sure I've heard him speak.
Not annoying. (Yet.)
I like.
He's normal and funny.
I also enjoy that he calls guys out on their weirdness.
Not annoying.
Like him too. I think? Not sure. He's a little touchy about his age.
But still, not annoying.
Such a whiner. And so fake. So maybe a perfect fit for Emily?
I loved Arie's quote about Doug, so hilarious:
"Doug is like the hulk. DOUG ANGRY. DOUG SMASH. DOUG saaad."

With one f. Hmmm.
I know he stays around for a long time. I think he seems normal and nice.
He wore blue knee socks to the rose ceremony which I found hilarious and also somehow cool?
Not annoying.
Such a douche.
Don't tell a girl you won't "love on her" if she gets fat. Ew.
Also, I think he might be delusional. Talking, in all seriousnes, about his media contacts back home and about how if he was the bachelor he thinks he could really open himself up and it would be really "neat to see" is psychotic.
Good call keeping him Emily. He's a winner.
Nice. Sure. Whatev.
Not annoying.
Why is she still on?
My husband tells me to stop talking all the time and it's fine. But the way he said it to Emily made my skin crawl. He is the absolute worst.
Louis Vuitton luggage and J.Crew gingham shirts? Is he gay?
The definition of annoying.

So what do you guys think? Any favorites yet? Anyone bored to tears?

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Is blogging even a thing anymore?

I feel like it's not a thing.

Or maybe I feel like it's not a thing anymore unless you are blogging professionally. I know blogging is still very much a thing for people who get paid to do it. But, even most professional blogs don't really do it for me anymore.

A few weeks back I went through my google reader and cleared out, literally, hundreds of blogs. In the past that would have been impossible for me. But this time, I felt no remorse. Deleting blogs from my reader that I have followed for 3 or 5 or 7 or even 10 years was no big deal to me anymore.

I still read blogs written by my close friends and family, but even the vast majority of those have dropped off to posting maybe once a month. Or much less. I can count on one hand the number of professional blogs that don't bug the hell out of me. I literally like about 4 "professional" blogs. Four!

I hardly ever comment on blogs anymore. I would venture to guess that most people are in this same boat.

All of this leads me to believe that blogging is sort of fizzling. Or maybe I just feel like blogging is fizzling because that is how I personally feel.

I have lots of ideas for blog posts, topics to write about, shows to recap, pictures to post, a new baby Lucy girl niece to discuss. I just have no desire or motivation. I think I have gotten tired of the way my blog makes me feel .. obligated. And pressured. And like a blogging failure depending on what my stats show, how many comments are left, etc. At the same time though, I know how to drum up readership and get more have to work at your blog, write interesting posts, and don't only post photos of your child. I know all that, I just don't care to spend the time to work at this blog right now.

And while I have been doing all this blog soul searching I came to the realization that for me, blogging has been replaced with Instagram and to some extent, Tumblr. I don't have a Tumblr but all the Tumblrs I follow are AMAZING. For whatever reason, photos with little to no text and  a really chill ability to comment or 'like' something is what I sort of love these days. I wish everyone I knew was on Instagram. It's just so awesome. And so easy. And so laid back.

I don't have the time or desire anymore to read these huge posts, full of text, and links, and advertising, etc. (Basically the exact opposite of this blog post right here.) I feel like, for me, blogging has lost a lot of originality. What I do have the time for is quickly glancing in my Instagram stream a couple of times a day...seeing little glimpses into the lives of the people I follow and love. Occasionally commenting. It's my favorite.

I'm not shutting down my blog. I have loved having this blog. I have met so many people through blogging. I love that. I love going back through my old posts and remembering who I was or what was going on for me at that particular time in my life. I started my blog in March of 2007. Five years is a long time.

I guess I'm just open to change. And blogging, to me, seems like its ready for a change.
Is anyone else feeling the fizzle?

If you read my blog, I just wanted to say hi and also thanks. I seriously love my readers. All 15 of you! :) My blog has always been a place for me to be heard. I love the feedback and interaction that I have had from my readers over the years.

I'm going to keep posting when the desire hits. And maybe I'll completely change my mind in a week. That is about 98% possible. Will you guys pretend like this post was never written if I start posting regularly next week? :) But at this point, I sort of feel like blogging is like the old mall that has been upstaged by the newer, prettier, out-door shopping mecca with water features and designer boutiques that just opened up down the street. Poor little mall built in the 80's. There are only about 5 stores left and the only people there are the elderly folks that come in the morning to exercise...little 80's mall is a great spot for an indoor walk.

Poor, little 80s mall = blogging.

If you are a friend of mine, or even a distant acquaintance or a stranger or a blog stalker...and you are on Instagram, I would love to follow you! Seriously. Leave me your Instagram name in the comments. If you aren't on should be! Come on over! You can find me on Instagram @alovesbandc .


P.S. Check out this awesome tumblr. And learn more about Instagram here.

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

It's over you guys. It's over. It's going to be ok. Come here...

Yes you. Come over here. Let me embrace you to my warm bosom and stroke your hair while we cry together over the agony of the last three months and the utter amazement and awe and reverence that we feel that we survived it.

There there. Just let it go. We got through it. Together. There...there. *sniffle*

Seriously though?


So what is there to even say about last nights finale? Is there a person on this planet who didn't know how that was going to go down? I feel bad that Lindzi had to even be present for that final week in Switzerland because Ben had made up his mind loooong ago. I really do think Lindzi was in complete shock though because she didn't think that anyone with half a brain would ever go for Courtney.

Turns out, and we knew this all along, Ben has less than half a brain. He has an empty, echoing chamber where a brain should be, covered in a grease mop of scraggly hair and also...he has a penis. And that's about it.

A few thoughts...

1-I was giddy, GIDDY, that Ben's sister Julia asked Lindzi about the model that didn't get along with any of the other girls. And what did Lindzi do with that opportunity to let Ben's family know what a total and enormous BIZZO that Courtney is? She squandered it! She didn't say jack shiz. WTF?

2-And Courtney lied to Ben's sisters face about the whole situation saying shee like, "oh, I tried SO HARD to get to know the girls but they just weren't nice to me so I put my guard up blah blah blah". So fine, she lied to them and they bought it.

3-BUT...I knew that after Ben and his family watched the show there was NO FREAKING WAY that he or anyone else would stick with Courtney.

4-Except for he did. W.T.F. And that whole thing about how they broke up and didn't speak for a while and she didn't know the status of their relationship and he abandoned her, etc? And all that pretend crying she did. Such bull crap. I guarantee you that none of that was true. So basically they deserve each other. SHE'S A MODEL! And Ben's an empty skull with a penis. Perfect couple.

5-Really though, I give them 3 weeks. They will do the magazine covers and the talk show circuit and pretend to be in love. And then they will break up. And they will probably both be on Bachelor Pad. I hate them. The end.

6-She did look freaking stunning last night, though. I will say that.
I'm excited to move on to Emily Maynard's season. It can't be worse then this. Nothing can. Ever again.

Recipes for kids with the pumped up kicks.

Asian Lettuce Wraps

These were SO good, tasted just like P.F. Changs to me.

-2 tsp canola oil
-4 cloves garlic, minced
-1 tablespoon minced fresh ginger
-1 lb ground chicken*
-3 ounces mushrooms, finely chopped (about 8 small mushrooms)
-1/2 tsp kosher salt
-4 C bagged coleslaw mix or thinly shredded cabbage
-1 8oz can sliced water chestnuts, drained, rinsed, and finely minced
-1/2 C thinly sliced green onions
-4 Tbs soy sauce
-1 tsp sesame oil
-1 lemon, zested and juiced (about 3-4 Tbs juice)
-1/2-1 tsp sriracha or other hot sauce (1 tsp of Sriracha is fairly spicy in my opinion, so if you want less or no kick, just give it a little, or you can leave it out completely)
-1/3 C roughly chopped cilantro
-1-2 heads iceberg lettuce
*To prepare your own ground chicken, cut boneless skinless chicken breasts into large chunks and pulse in a food processor until ground.

Dipping/Drizzling Sauce:
-4 Tbs soy sauce
-4 Tbs rice vinegar
-3 Tbs water
-2 tsp honey
-1-2 tsp finely minced fresh ginger

Heat a very large skillet to medium-high heat on the stove top. When hot, add vegetable oil and then garlic and ginger. Saute for about 30 seconds, until fragrant, and then add ground chicken, chopped mushrooms, and kosher salt. Cook for about 5 minutes, stirring often, until chicken is cooked through. (*At this point, sometimes I have some extra liquid in the pan from the chicken. If it’s quite a bit, I tilt the pan and spoon it out so the chicken can cook and not boil.) Add cabbage/coleslaw, water chestnuts, and green onions. Cook for about 2 minutes, until cabbage starts to wilt. Add soy sauce, sesame oil, the zest from the lemon and the lemon juice, and hot sauce to taste. Remove from heat and stir in cilantro.

To prepare dipping sauce, combine all ingredients and whisk to combine.

To serve, carefully remove the individual leaves from the head of lettuce. (The closer you get to the center, the easier it becomes!) Place chicken mixture in the leaves and serve with sauce.

Yield: about 5 C chicken mixture. Makes 14-16 lettuce wraps.

Baked Sweet and Sour Chicken with Fried Rice
via Life As A Lofthouse

People, this was A.MAZ.ING. One of my favorite meals that we have ever made. It was good the first night. But it was GUUUREAT the second, third and fourth nights. Seriously, these leftovers were the bomb. Best leftovers ever. We had it for lunch and late night snacks for a few days afterwards. So make a lot. You won't regret it.

The chicken coating:

-3-4 boneless chicken breasts
-salt + pepper
-1 cup cornstarch
-2 eggs, beaten
-1/4 cup canola oil

The sweet and sour sauce:

-3/4 cup sugar
-4 tbs ketchup
-1/2 cup vinegar
-1 tbs soy sauce
-1 tsp garlic salt

Start by preheating your oven to 325 degrees. Rinse your chicken breasts in water and then cut into cubes. Season with salt and pepper to taste. Dip chicken into the cornstarch to coat then dip into the eggs. Heat your 1/4 cup oil in a large skillet and cook your chicken until browned but not cooked through. Place the chicken in a 9x13 greased baking dish. Mix all of your sweet and sour sauce ingredients in a bowl with a whisk and then pour evenly over the chicken. Bake for one hour and during the baking process you will need to turn the chicken every 15 minutes.

Fried Rice
3 cups cooked white rice (day old or leftover rice works best!)
3 tbs sesame oil
1 cup frozen peas and carrots (thawed)
1 small onion, chopped
2 tsp minced garlic
2 eggs, slightly beaten
1/4 cup soy sauce

On medium high heat, heat the oil in a large skillet or wok. Add the peas/carrots mix, onion and garlic. Stir fry until tender. Lower the heat to medium low and push the mixture off to one side, then pour your eggs on the other side of skillet and stir fry until scrambled. Now add the rice and soy sauce and blend all together well. Stir fry until thoroughly heated! **You could really play around with this rice too! Try adding some diced ham, or green onion.

Parmesan Crusted Chicken, Twice-Baked Potatoes w Rosemary and Feta, and Lemon Roasted Broccoli

 Easiest, moistest (new word!) chicken I have ever made. The broccoli was KILLER. The potatoes... were potatoes. Who doesn't like potatoes with cheese on them?

Recipes below....

Parmesan Crusted Chicken

serves 4

Oven 425 degrees F


-1/2 cup Hellmann's or Best Food's Real Mayonnaise
-1/4 cup grated Parmesan cheese
-4 boneless skinless chicken breasts, about 1 1/4 lbs.
-4 teaspoons Italian seasoned dry bread crumbs

Place mayo and cheese in a small bowl and mix.

Lay chicken breasts on baking sheet (I line my baking sheet with parchment paper to make clean up easy) and spread mayo mixture evenly atop each.

Next evenly sprinkle bread crumbs atop each.

Place in oven and bake for 20 minutes or until chicken is cooked thoroughly and juices run clear. Tops will be browned and chicken will be incredibly juicy. Season with a dash of fresh cracked pepper and sea salt, if desired.

Lemon Roasted Broccoli
via Oh Sweet Basil 

-4-5 Cups Of Broccoli, stalks cut short

-3 Cloves of garlic, sliced
-2-3 Tb Extra Virgin Olive Oil, divided
-Kosher Salt
-Fresh Black Pepper
-1 Ts Lemon Zest
-2 Ts Lemon Juice
-1 Tb Pine Nuts, toasted
-1/4 Cup Parmesan Cheese, shredded

Heat Oven to 425

Toss the broccoli, oil, garlic, salt and pepper on a cookie sheet. Roast for 20-25 min.

Meanwhile, whisk together the lemon juice, and 1/2-3/4 tb olive oil.

Remove the broccoli from the oven, and toss with pine nuts, lemon juice mixture, cheese and lemon zest. Serve immediately.

Twice-Baked Potatoes w Rosemary and Fetavia
fresh 365

-10-15 tiny or 6-8 medium red potatoes

-olive oil
-1/2 c crumbled feta cheese
-3 T fresh rosemary leaves
-salt and pepper, to taste

To bake: Preheat oven to 450F. Scrub potatoes and poke 2-3 holes in each with a fork. Place hole side up, in a single layer, on a baking sheet. Drizzle 2-3 T olive oil over potatoes. Bake 45-50 minutes until fork can be inserted easily. Remove baking sheet from oven, and cut an X in each potato with a sharp knife. With a clean kitchen towel, push the top of each potato until it opens (it will look messy). Drizzle each potato with a substantial amount of olive oil. Sprinkle with feta cheese, rosemary leaves, salt and pepper. Return to oven and bake 15-20 minutes until edges and cheese are golden-brown and crunchy.

To grill: Heat grill to medium-high. Scrub potatoes and poke 2-3 holes in each with a fork. Place hole side up, in a single layer, on tin foil. Drizzle 2-3 T olive oil over potatoes. Place another sheet of tin foil on top, and fold in sides to seal. Grill 25-30 minutes until fork can be inserted easily. Remove foil packets from grill, place on a flat surface and open foil carefully. Cut an X in each potato with a sharp knife. With a clean kitchen towel, push the top of each potato until it opens (it will look messy). Drizzle each potato with a substantial amount of olive oil. Sprinkle with feta cheese, rosemary leaves, salt and pepper. Return to grill (in unsealed packets) 5 minutes until edges and cheese are golden-brown and crunchy.

If you don't feel like cooking, which is me most of the time...then just go with this: Big Gulp + Hostess Donettes = Delicious + Easy + Cheap (The Holy Trinity).

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

More dinner ideas that are so good you will DIE (in a good way).

I keep having awesome recipe success on pinterest. These two recipes are probably some of the best I've Seriously. These are both majorly, MAJORLY good. Let me know what you think if you try them out!

We made this last night. Oh. My. Garsh. One of my favorite meals ever. I died a little while eating this. But in a good way. Not like the way I die while watching Glee...which is sort of a more soul-crushing, the-sun-will-never-shine-again, I wish I'd never been born sort of a way that only Glee can produce.

Egg-Stuffed Baked Potatoes

baked potatoes, slightly cooled
melted butter
kosher salt and black pepper
shredded cheese (cheddar, gruyere, fontina, pepperjack, or other of your choice)
additional fillings of your choice: sauteed vegetables, bacon or ham, etc.
Preheat oven to 350 degrees.

Slice a layer off the top of each potato. Use a spoon to gently scoop out insides, leaving a thin layer of potato against the skin and avoiding puncturing the bottom. Reserve scooped potato for another use.

Brush inside of each potato with melted butter and sprinkle with a little salt and pepper. Sprinkle a layer of shredded cheese into each potato and add fillings as desired (vegetables, diced meat, etc.) Fill each potato about 3/4 full. Crack one egg into each potato. Sprinkle with a little more salt and pepper. Top with additional cheese and toppings if desired.

Place potatoes on a baking sheet and cook for about 20 minutes. Egg whites should be set and yolks soft.

*These are the toppings that we went with...
-Shredded Cheddar
-Shredded Pepper Jack
-Green Onions
-Black Forest Ham
-Sea Salt, Pepper and Season All
-B used Ranch Dressing since he can't have eggs. I kept the ranch off but LOVED the egg inside.

These enchiladas were hands down, B's favorite meal ever, and by far the best "Mexican" dish we've ever had at home.

Honey Lime Chicken Enchiladas


Marinade -
6 tablespoons honey
5 tablespoons lime juice (1 large lime)
1 tablespoons chili powder
1/2 teaspoon garlic powder

1 pound chicken, cooked and shredded
8-10 flour tortillas (I used Tortilla Land - THE BEST)
1 pound monterey jack cheese, shredded
16 ounces green enchilada sauce
1 cup heavy cream


1. Whisk the first four ingredients and toss with shredded chicken in a Zip-loc bag.
2. Let it marinate for at least a 1/2 hour, but preferably a half day or so.
3. Pour about 1/2 cup enchilada sauce on the bottom of a 9X13 baking pan.
4. Fill the tortillas with chicken, saving marinade, and shredded cheese, saving about 1 cup of cheese to sprinkle on top of enchiladas.
5. Put tortillas in 9x13 pan as you go.
6. Mix the remaining enchilada sauce with the cream and leftover marinade (if there is any).
7. Pour sauce on top of the enchiladas.
8. Sprinkle with remaining cheese.
9. Bake at 350 degrees for 30 minutes until brown and crispy on top.

This recipe was found at dinner on a dime.

This is also a great recipe to make as a freezer meal- put into 2 8x8" pans. Bake 1 pan for dinner now, put the other pan into the freezer. Pull it out and bake it when you need it!

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

I should probably rename this blog A+Hoarders=Love

It's just so good you guys. So good.

Picture this...
Dr. Robin Zasio, licensed clinical psychologist, specialized in hoarding (basically I'm in love with her), forcing the hoarders family members to look at what said hoarder has been up to behind closed doors...
and with the most condescending frown/smile that just screams 'I'm so fake not-judging your disgusting life', says in this reverent yet incredibly superior tone of voice...

"she (the hoarder) has not had running water for a year and a half ... ... (dramatical pause) .. ..
and she has been using ... ... the restroom ... ...
without... ...
running water.

*innocent blinking from Dr. Zasio while hoarders family barfs and cries because they are related to somone who has been pooping in a dry toilet that doesn't flush for a year and a half.*


This is when I gleefully start laughing and clapping and pointing at my computer screen saying, "Take that hoarder! You're gross!"

So I'm not even sure what I'm talking about exactly. But I'm just going to go ahead and post this anyway.

But while I'm on the subject of clinical psychologist, Dr. Robin Zasio, I would LOOOVE to know her thoughts on this perfectly normal, perfectly healthy, NOT psychotic AT ALL, fake wedding situation:

With the stone cold dismissal of Kacie B. I think we can all agree that he's picking Courtney I'm-A-Model! Robertson yes? Match made in heaven right here:

Seriously though, they are a match made in heaven. He is an emotionless, feelingless, fug-faced cyborg and she is so fake that she can't even be real with her own weirdo, baby-voiced, 80-year-old (WTF?) mother.

And they both have a proportionate amount of grease on their faces. So I say, go for it Ben! You deserve each other.

P.S. Umm...eww pores.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Happy Valentines Day!

Ours went off without a hitch.

We spent the morning watching Dinosaur Train. Nude. Of course.
{I wasn't nude. Clam down.}

This was right before C peed on the carpet {twice}. That happens more than I would care to admit.

Miss C and I ran errands which included having a girls lunch with some of our most favorites.

C found some chocolate covered raspberries. The rest of the day she was a sugar monster, screaming and freaking out wanting chocolate. Don't let those innocent eyes fool you.

 We had our traditional holiday photo shoot. I have an obsessive need to document. I may not give two shees about cooking fancy meals or deep cleaning my house on a regular basis. However, I do photo document. Yes I do.

This little person is running {RUNNING!} these days.

How grown up is this kid?!

I can hardly believe that a year ago she was my little baby girl...

But now she is truly a little kid. Sob! 

 Anyways...C occasionally humors me with the photo documenting, but after a while she is D.O.N.E. with the camera.

This is a warning look:

And this is what happens if I do not heed the warning look:

B and I had our Valentines date night on Friday...we saw a movie {with popcorn!} and went to a new Indian restaurant. Delicious. So tonight we decided to stay home. We had a great night. I made mini pizzas from here and Lion House Sarah Salad. I don't know who's idea it was to dump Mayo and Miracle Whip on lettuce but whoever they are...they are brilliant. 

We also had lots of visitors. This little girl sure is loved.

And I sure love my Valentines and I'm so glad that they are mine.

Now B is off rock climbing and I'm watching Hoarders while eating chocolate and drinking Diet Coke. Per.Fect.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Really ABC?


Since when do you care what someones motivation is for being on the show??? Because I'm pretty SURE about 90% of the contestants, and let's be honest, they are contestants, on this show are here for a million reasons OTHER than to fall in love. Whether those reasons are furthering a music career, furthering a modeling career, furthering an acting career, trying to make money to help out with their single-parent situation, to pay medical bills for their dying father, etc, etc, etc,...this show has NEVER cared one IOTA about someones motivation for being on this completely scripted, ridiculous, joke of a show.

So WHY would they call Kasey S. out for having a past relationship?!? If they are going to be kicking off people who have had past relationships (or even current relationships) then I guess they better just send everyone home right now. Dumbest. Show. Ever.
And of course, in true Ben fashion, he was a total, Total, TOTAL brain-dead, emotionless, DICK WAD to her. "I don't sugar coat things...I think you should go home." Buh Bye! I'm dating a model! A MODEL!

The world that exists within The Bach/Ette show is so bizarre. And what is even more bizarre is that all these random people so completely buy into it. In what universe does someone have to display everything about themselves-what they like, what they LOVE, their best sides, their deepest secrets, the most personal parts about them, (their boobs, if you are Courtney)...all within a grand total of three group dates with some random stranger in order to make that stranger like them the most. And the things these girls have to tell about themselves is stuff you might not tell someone you have known for a year. It's like a job interview, but the job you are applying for is someone you don't really know at all...who has been whoring it up with you and 10 other girls.  What a romantic, special way to start a relationship!

Which is why this is a show full of people who are not actually here for marriage or love...but to do and say whatever they have to in order to get the most air time and remain on the show for as long as possible. And anyone who is ACTUALLY on this show to find a husband clearly must have some serious emotional issues. 

Like this poor girl, who made a ridiculous fool of herself on national tv all for the sake of trying to get another rose. Yikes. "I feel like I could be just as wonderful to him as everybody else here. I need to show him that I'm sexy, that I'm a women, that I would be able to please him and make him happy." WTF?! If you have to prove yourself to someone by acting like a desperate skank in order for them to "keep" you...well, I'm not so sure that rose is really worth that.
And this show has officially turned me into a crotchety, old, lady. Perfect.

Maybe I need to lighten up? Should we talk about how positively GIDDY Chris Harrison is when he gets to stir up drama. "Kasey has left.. ... ... she was ... in love ... with another man! I...KNOW!" Oh Chris, calm down. You know he lives for those moments, those 3 precious moments of screen time that he is allowed each week.

Also, how GLORIOUS was it watching Courtney wait for Ben to show up in her room. And then he didn't. She was such a sad panda. I'm sure that whole thing was a set-up. However, it still made me happy. She is in desperate need of a boot to her greasy, blotchy face.

And have I mentioned that Ben is the biggest fug that ever fugged? Yes? Sorry, I just feel like my words can't do justice to the fug that is Ben.

All photos from here.