While playing dinos with Daegan today, I noted that we have four triceratops- a baby trike, a big boy trike, and two parent trikes.
To Daegan: "Look baby! Their family looks just like ours!"
I line them up, according to size.
To me, while balancing the baby on top of the mom.: "No, silly mama! That's not where the baby goes! Baby triceratops has to go on mommy's back! Don't you know that babies ride on their mommy's backs?!?"
Monday, January 25, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
conversationFAIL
Scene: Grocery Store, checkout line, Logan on my back.
The bagger is one of the store's 'special' employees. I don't know what his specific special-ness is, so in lieu of being un-PC, I am just going to call him 'special.'
Mr. Special is a wonderful, warm person who always greets me when we shop there and goes out of his way to be very polite. However, he does not remember us from trip to trip- each time it is like he is meeting us for the first time.
Well, this time, he is bagging for the cashier. He sees Logan on my back.
Mr. S.: My, what a big baby!
Me: Yes, he is big. 20 pounds now.
Mr. S.: 20 POUNDS?!? Wow. When was he born?
Me: 8 months ago.
Mr. S.: Well, he looks like an alien! Look at those big eyes, and funny face (to the cashier: "Doesn't he look like an alien? Wow, he looks more like one than that kid in shipping with birth defects!")
Cashier: I don't think you should say that. His mother may not appreciate it.
Mr. S, to cashier: Well, John and I call each other names all the time, and he doesn't get mad, so why would she?
Mr. S, to me: How big was he when he was born?
Me: Around 7 pounds.
Mr. S.: 7 pounds?!? Wow, that must have hurt!
Me: I am fine.
Mr. S: Yeah, but for 7 pounds, you must have, like, blast doors down there or something! How do you ever recover from that?
Me, hoping that a little bluntness would help him realize how inappropriate this was: My vagina is fine. Thank you for your concern.
Mr. S.: Well, YOU might think it is fine, but what about your husband? Does he...
Cashier interrupts: Can you please finish bagging, please?
Cashier looks at me apologetically.
Mr. S: You sure are buying a lot of vegetables. What are you making?
Me: We are having soup tonight. Carrot almond.
Mr. S.: So what are you doing with the veggies?
Me: Making soup out of them,
Mr. S.: All by yourself?!? Wow.
Me.: Yes, soups are made from veggies, and sometimes they have meat in them, but not this time.
Mr. S.: Wow... ok! Have a beautiful day! It was nice meeting you!
Note: I did bust up laughing once I got into my car. I was not offended, just thinking that this was EXCELLENT fodder for a blog post.
Note #2: The organic cauliflower is on sale today for the exact same price as the non-organic, so it is a good time to ritz it up if you want to...
Note #3: There is a new show on TV called the Modern Family. It is hilarious. Highly recommended.
The bagger is one of the store's 'special' employees. I don't know what his specific special-ness is, so in lieu of being un-PC, I am just going to call him 'special.'
Mr. Special is a wonderful, warm person who always greets me when we shop there and goes out of his way to be very polite. However, he does not remember us from trip to trip- each time it is like he is meeting us for the first time.
Well, this time, he is bagging for the cashier. He sees Logan on my back.
Mr. S.: My, what a big baby!
Me: Yes, he is big. 20 pounds now.
Mr. S.: 20 POUNDS?!? Wow. When was he born?
Me: 8 months ago.
Mr. S.: Well, he looks like an alien! Look at those big eyes, and funny face (to the cashier: "Doesn't he look like an alien? Wow, he looks more like one than that kid in shipping with birth defects!")
Cashier: I don't think you should say that. His mother may not appreciate it.
Mr. S, to cashier: Well, John and I call each other names all the time, and he doesn't get mad, so why would she?
Mr. S, to me: How big was he when he was born?
Me: Around 7 pounds.
Mr. S.: 7 pounds?!? Wow, that must have hurt!
Me: I am fine.
Mr. S: Yeah, but for 7 pounds, you must have, like, blast doors down there or something! How do you ever recover from that?
Me, hoping that a little bluntness would help him realize how inappropriate this was: My vagina is fine. Thank you for your concern.
Mr. S.: Well, YOU might think it is fine, but what about your husband? Does he...
Cashier interrupts: Can you please finish bagging, please?
Cashier looks at me apologetically.
Mr. S: You sure are buying a lot of vegetables. What are you making?
Me: We are having soup tonight. Carrot almond.
Mr. S.: So what are you doing with the veggies?
Me: Making soup out of them,
Mr. S.: All by yourself?!? Wow.
Me.: Yes, soups are made from veggies, and sometimes they have meat in them, but not this time.
Mr. S.: Wow... ok! Have a beautiful day! It was nice meeting you!
Note: I did bust up laughing once I got into my car. I was not offended, just thinking that this was EXCELLENT fodder for a blog post.
Note #2: The organic cauliflower is on sale today for the exact same price as the non-organic, so it is a good time to ritz it up if you want to...
Note #3: There is a new show on TV called the Modern Family. It is hilarious. Highly recommended.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Rosemary Garlic Mini Turkey Loaves
This was a what-can-I-make-from-what-I-have recipe that was amazing!! :) So moist, so tasty, so, so healthy! Enjoy!
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Rosemary Garlic Mini Turkey Loaves
Ingredients
2.5 lbs ground turkey, super-lean
2 boxes firm tofu
10 tbsp rosemary garlic seasoning
3 eggs, or 3/4 cup of egg substitute
3/4 sleeve of whole grain crackers, crushed into fine crumbs
freshly ground black pepper
olive oil
1. Pull out muffin pan. Makes 12 muffins, so make sure it is big enough.
2. Grease muffin pan with non-stick spray.
3. Put eggs, turkey, tofu and 8 tbsp of rosemary garlic seasoning into mixing bowl.
4. Blend until homogenized.
5. Roll into 4 oz servings (about the size of a medium orange.) Put into muffin pan.
6. In a separate container, mix cracker crumbs, 2 tbsp rosemary garlic seasoning and ground black pepper to taste.
7. Sprinkle over meat. You want this to be relatively dense, so that the top is covered, but not too thick- you want some on each of the loaves.
8. Carefully dribble a few drops of olive oil on the top of each loaf. Be careful- just enough to add taste without making it greasy or too high in calories.
9. Bake at 450 for 45 minutes (or until your meat thermometer says 170 degrees).
Serving size= 1 4oz loaf. Calories= 150.
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Rosemary Garlic Mini Turkey Loaves
Ingredients
2.5 lbs ground turkey, super-lean
2 boxes firm tofu
10 tbsp rosemary garlic seasoning
3 eggs, or 3/4 cup of egg substitute
3/4 sleeve of whole grain crackers, crushed into fine crumbs
freshly ground black pepper
olive oil
1. Pull out muffin pan. Makes 12 muffins, so make sure it is big enough.
2. Grease muffin pan with non-stick spray.
3. Put eggs, turkey, tofu and 8 tbsp of rosemary garlic seasoning into mixing bowl.
4. Blend until homogenized.
5. Roll into 4 oz servings (about the size of a medium orange.) Put into muffin pan.
6. In a separate container, mix cracker crumbs, 2 tbsp rosemary garlic seasoning and ground black pepper to taste.
7. Sprinkle over meat. You want this to be relatively dense, so that the top is covered, but not too thick- you want some on each of the loaves.
8. Carefully dribble a few drops of olive oil on the top of each loaf. Be careful- just enough to add taste without making it greasy or too high in calories.
9. Bake at 450 for 45 minutes (or until your meat thermometer says 170 degrees).
Serving size= 1 4oz loaf. Calories= 150.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Why parents drink.
That about sums it up.
Notice the kids are Daegan's age?
There were two more, but since they showed privates, I didn't want to risk posting them.
One was a boy taking a knife to his penis.
The other was a little girl pulling her (presumably) brother's testicals FAR out behind him.
Either way, yup.
That's why we drink.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
NYR's
I both love and hate the idea of New Year's Resolutions.
I love the fact that there is a day where, as a culture, we can view the world as fresh, new and full of possibility. For once, we are somehow not constrained by the feeling of hopelessness and lateness. With a new year, we have the possibility of somehow bridging the distance between who we are and who we wish we were.
I hate the fact that this is only done on one day a year, and I hate the fact that it is not practically applied.
Every single day is a gift. We should wake up each morning wondering what we can do that day to be more of the person we wish we were.
Now, I am a total hypocrite. I don't do this every single day. Some days, I wake up with yesterday's crap smeared all over my face. However, I do try to do this more days than not.
The second problem with NYR's is that they leave no real room for planning, error or adaptation.
In the life of goal-making, one identifies the larger problem which requires resolution, plans out how to reach that resolution, includes smaller goals, contingency plans, etc.
For example, if I were to want to achieve my goal weight, what I would do is evaluate what my life and day constraints are, what is going into my body, what is coming out of my body, and what time I have to invest in the process. I would eat healthfully, but not deprive myself. I would exercise, but not to the point of physical injury. I would surround myself with the support structures needed to ensure that if I have a weak moment, I have somewhere else to turn. I would set daily, weekly, monthly goals. All of these mini-activities eventually lead to the achievement of the long-term goal.
For the record, this is a real-life example. I need to lose about 60 pounds this year. I cannot live this heavy- I don't like the way I feel. While I don't look in the mirror and see a fat girl (I love the way I look, usually), I have to face reality.
Within the last year, my dear mother has undergone quite a few surgeries to replace withered joints. She has a genetic condition called Osteoarthritis, and that condition was likely passed to me. If I do not take care of my body, ensure strong bones and minimal wear on my joints, then I may lead a very different life than I would like to.
When I think of my middle-age, I see it full of activity. I see community service, hiking, sky diving, snorkeling, triathlons, gardening- all things I need my body for. When I was pregnant with both Daegan and Logan, I could not do anything. I could barely clean the house, I felt awful, no energy, pain, etc. I felt stir-crazy and unhappy with the amount of activity in my life. The ONLY thing that got me through it was knowing it was temporary.
Imagine, for a second, if it wasn't.
Imagine knowing that that condition was permanent!
I also want to have at least one more child (a boy, right? :P) I don't think my body can do more than that. After 30, the female ostracytes stop producing new bone cells. When I am pregnant, I suffer from a condition known as Hyperemesis Gravidarum. It is a very serious issue for me- I have grown two small humans using NOTHING except the materials existing within my body at conception. I took in about 300 calories a day. Pregnancy for me is the equivalent of nutritional strip mining. Since conception isn't planned until I am 30, that baby will be drawing from what is left, and that will not be replaced. For the rest of my life. So I had better be really healthy, so that I have extra to give and some to keep.
So, yes. I need to lose weight. However, it is more than just a loss of fat. I need to make sure that my nutritional cabinet is stocked, so to speak.
Ok, I digress. Back to NYR's. So yes, I like them. I hate them.
So here is the deal: If you want to set a NYR, do it. However, make sure it is achievable and realistic. Make progress goals, evaluate how to make it work, and surround yourself with support. Just saying you are going to do something does not automatically make it happen!
However, my recommended NYR for you is this:
Change your perspective. View each day as a gift and a chance to become more like the person you wish you were.
It works.
Try it.
I love the fact that there is a day where, as a culture, we can view the world as fresh, new and full of possibility. For once, we are somehow not constrained by the feeling of hopelessness and lateness. With a new year, we have the possibility of somehow bridging the distance between who we are and who we wish we were.
I hate the fact that this is only done on one day a year, and I hate the fact that it is not practically applied.
Every single day is a gift. We should wake up each morning wondering what we can do that day to be more of the person we wish we were.
Now, I am a total hypocrite. I don't do this every single day. Some days, I wake up with yesterday's crap smeared all over my face. However, I do try to do this more days than not.
The second problem with NYR's is that they leave no real room for planning, error or adaptation.
In the life of goal-making, one identifies the larger problem which requires resolution, plans out how to reach that resolution, includes smaller goals, contingency plans, etc.
For example, if I were to want to achieve my goal weight, what I would do is evaluate what my life and day constraints are, what is going into my body, what is coming out of my body, and what time I have to invest in the process. I would eat healthfully, but not deprive myself. I would exercise, but not to the point of physical injury. I would surround myself with the support structures needed to ensure that if I have a weak moment, I have somewhere else to turn. I would set daily, weekly, monthly goals. All of these mini-activities eventually lead to the achievement of the long-term goal.
For the record, this is a real-life example. I need to lose about 60 pounds this year. I cannot live this heavy- I don't like the way I feel. While I don't look in the mirror and see a fat girl (I love the way I look, usually), I have to face reality.
Within the last year, my dear mother has undergone quite a few surgeries to replace withered joints. She has a genetic condition called Osteoarthritis, and that condition was likely passed to me. If I do not take care of my body, ensure strong bones and minimal wear on my joints, then I may lead a very different life than I would like to.
When I think of my middle-age, I see it full of activity. I see community service, hiking, sky diving, snorkeling, triathlons, gardening- all things I need my body for. When I was pregnant with both Daegan and Logan, I could not do anything. I could barely clean the house, I felt awful, no energy, pain, etc. I felt stir-crazy and unhappy with the amount of activity in my life. The ONLY thing that got me through it was knowing it was temporary.
Imagine, for a second, if it wasn't.
Imagine knowing that that condition was permanent!
I also want to have at least one more child (a boy, right? :P) I don't think my body can do more than that. After 30, the female ostracytes stop producing new bone cells. When I am pregnant, I suffer from a condition known as Hyperemesis Gravidarum. It is a very serious issue for me- I have grown two small humans using NOTHING except the materials existing within my body at conception. I took in about 300 calories a day. Pregnancy for me is the equivalent of nutritional strip mining. Since conception isn't planned until I am 30, that baby will be drawing from what is left, and that will not be replaced. For the rest of my life. So I had better be really healthy, so that I have extra to give and some to keep.
So, yes. I need to lose weight. However, it is more than just a loss of fat. I need to make sure that my nutritional cabinet is stocked, so to speak.
Ok, I digress. Back to NYR's. So yes, I like them. I hate them.
So here is the deal: If you want to set a NYR, do it. However, make sure it is achievable and realistic. Make progress goals, evaluate how to make it work, and surround yourself with support. Just saying you are going to do something does not automatically make it happen!
However, my recommended NYR for you is this:
Change your perspective. View each day as a gift and a chance to become more like the person you wish you were.
It works.
Try it.
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