Is that your friends can totally embarrass you on their blog. Sigh.
It’s true what she says, only me. I’ll post more about it tonight because my side is pretty fucking funny.
Month: June 2008
I’m to far out of the game
A friend of mine recently asked me,
“So at what point did you ask Rob what you guys where, and how did you approach it?”
I answered but now I wonder if things are still the same all these years later. So ladies. What is the proper etiquette for “asking where things are going?” When do you move from just seeing each other to boyfriend girlfriend? Do people still even call it boyfriend girlfriend? Help me out here. I feel so clueless and unhip when I get asked shit like this.
Summer market inspired dining
This weekend I went to the Reno farmers market (On California street for you locals). I browsed around for some dinner items. It was opening day so the selection was limited since most stuff isn’t all the way in season. I came home with, fresh spinach pasta, a roasted bell pepper sauce, fresh caught halibut, white corn, strawberries, raspberries, cherries and salsa. Tonight I decided to make a meal that was inspired by my purchases. The only items I purchased at the store were asparagus, garlic and Parmesan. I made this great dinner, and had fresh berries for desert and all of it supported local farmers, and was great quality. I plan to visit the farmers markets around town every Saturday, so expect more great meals like this. Both recipes will follow this post. Enjoy. And remember, sometimes you have to let the produce that is available decide what you eat. It can be more fun and exciting that way. I had never cooked halibut before and I could have easily gone to a store and bought salmon or some other fist I was familiar with but this is what the fish guy was offering so I thought why not. I hope my ideas inspire you to visit your local market and create some magic in your own kitchen.
(The rosemary and lemon thyme were grown in my own garden, but still, they weren’t purchased at a store)
(There will be a much broader selection to come, citrus, fruits, garlics, lettuces and a wide array of veggies, lets get creative people).
Update
The first pic is a little over a month ago. I don’t actually see much difference aside from the whole I’M WEARING SHORTS THING! Also, I’m down a size. I started this diet a size 18. I moved down slowly and a month ago when that last photo was taken I was able to comfortably fit into a size 14 at American Eagle and mush myself into some size 12s. This weekend I went and tried on clothes and I fit comfortably into a size 12 and could mush into some 10’s. I’m on my way people. Anyway here is me about a size 14
I realize the shirt is not even kind of flattering at this angle but it is sooo cute from the front. So here I am in my size 12’s.
Also just for kicks, I seriously need a hair cut eh?
* This post was part of my monthly photo updates over at Tuesday Tummy Tuck. If you are interested in finding out how I’ve lost 40 lbs and possibly joining come on over and check us out!
It is that time of year again!
Throughout my journey of weight loss I have set mini goals. I found this helpful since weight loss can be sooo overwhelming. When I set out to start this I had to make major mind changes. One of them being that I had to learn weight loss was going to be slow this time around, and, I had to have realistic expectations. So I set up a series of goals. The first set of goals were 10 pound goals. I wanted to lose ten pounds and then start over. Losing 30-50 pounds just made my goal seem so inaccessible. Then I made other goals. I wanted to fit into old jeans in my storage. I wanted to be able to cross my legs the right way, not resting my ankle on my knee.
Then I made other goals. If I reach 170 I get a hair cut or something. My most recent goal was that if I reached 150 I would buy new clothes. I’m currently at 153. However, it is hot as fuck here in Reno, and getting hotter so I made the executive decision to adjust my goal and say I could buy new clothes when I lost 40 lbs instead!
So I bought a bunch of great clothes. Can you believe I got dresses and khakis at Aeropostal for $4.99 each! I love a deal right now since I intend to keep losing weight. My husband and I went on a 4 mile walk today then I took the boys to the park and did some marathon shopping. Needless to say I was due for a shower. I was in the shower and I was mentally laying out all of our clothes for the next day when I realized, it’s that time of year again. You know what I mean. That time of year when you start wearing shorts meaning, you have to start shaving your whole leg and not just below the leg.
Damn! I hate full leg shaving season. However, then I started thinking and realized that FUCK it is probably almost bikini line shaving season. People, I can handle shaving my jiggly thighs, but I am sooo not ready for lawn maintenance!
How do you know when it is summer?
This pretty much says it all
I’m going to raise my kids to speak their minds and tell it like it is!
Why boys have dads…or, why moms suck
Brandon came to me last week and asked me to make a paper airplane. I made this. I thought it was awesome. Brandon picked it up, threw it, and watched as it did nothing but sail miserably into the floor about 4″ away from him. He looked at me with a look that said, “You are such a rookie, woman,” and walked off. He came back, and declared again, “MOM I WANT AN AIRPLANE.” I picked up my airplane, handed it to him and watched as he tossed it aside and said, “no I want a daddy airplane.”
“What the fuck is a daddy airplane” I found myself thinking?
Oooo, a daddy airplane is an airplane is an airplane that ACTUALLY FLIES!
At this point my husband walks out and sits on the couch. He looks down at the floor and then says, “what the fuck is that?” I’m busy in the kitchen and I look up wondering what he is talking about. He bends down picks up my flaccid piece of paper airplane with a smirk on his face and repeats, “Shannon, seriously, what is this?” I told him it was Brandon’s airplane. He erupted into laughter, grabbed a piece of paper and went to work creating this. An airplane that flies!
Psssh I sooo could have made that.
Brandon spent the next few HOURS launching the daddy airplane at my head. Since the planes my husband makes actually fly, and very accurately I spent the next few hours getting hit square in the head with an airplane. My husband spent the next few hours alternating between shaking his head at me, and telling me I was a sorry airplane maker.
I’d like to know, at what point exactly do men get pulled aside in school and learn to make a plane? Because clearly I need to learn this shit so my son will stop looking at me like I am a complete moron whose 2 year old is light years smarter then her.
Using my power for evil not good
It’s funny when people forget they make me an author on their blog.
Dear God, why does ramen taste so good?
I’m eating some ramen right now. I’m thinking the same thing I always thing when I eat ramen. “I may be full but I could totally eat 5 packs of this shit right now!” I’m telling you man, this shit is good and I want to eat bag after bag of its processed goodness. At this moment I’m staring at the broth left in my bowl wondering if I would be burned at the stake if I ran and buttered some bread to drown in it and sop up the Msg goodness.
I’ve been doing so well on my diet this week. However tonight I feel like the cookie monster. I want to devour everything in site. Only, I don’t just want cookies, I want EVERYTHING. Yeah, I’m more like the everything monster.
Oh, sorry, I’m back. I was busy swirling my fork in the bottom of my bowl looking for any remaining lone noodles I could slurp up.
I don’t feel bad though, ramen is reasonable calorie wise. I’m watching this Oprah 21 day cleanse thing on TV and I am telling myself I could so do that. The point is for 21 days you basically live as a vegan. Okay fine. I can give up my eggs for a month. I can try and give up cheese. But dude, I need my coffee creamer. Then I’m thinking, isn’t that powder creamer stuff, non dairy? Thats vegan right? Only then this crazy woman on Oprah says, no alcohol, gluten or sugar. Now I’m thinking what the fuck am I supposed to eat you nut balls? You really want me to give up my Almond M&Ms, and my slow churned frozen yogurt and my bread?
FUCK FUCK FUCK.
And also. No. But, I want to do it. Not to lose weight or anything, just to see if I can. Oprah is having trouble and some twisted part of my head wants to totally kick Oprahs ass at the 21 day cleanse. Hmmm I wonder if my Odwalla bars are vegan? I know my Kind bars are.
Stop the press. I just heard I’m supposed to give up caffeine. Well now I know this bitch has lost her marbles. She’s one soy patty away from a burger, with no bun, and no cheese, and no giant steaming cup of coffee on the side.
Back to my Kind bar. They are delicious. However do you know why I bought them? I bought them because I was at Whole Foods late one night and shopping for bars when I saw the Kind bar. I started giggling because, HEE, Kind, you know like Kind Bud. And then suddenly I was 15 and taking a bong hit laughing about how I had the kind bud and before I knew it I was filling my basket with about 15 fruit and nut bars I had never tasted before acting like a stoner with the munchies, only you know, a super health conscious stoner and stuff. See, now at least if I still smoked weed I could have an excuse for why I got fat. It was all the munchies fault. Nope. I have no excuse. It’s my fault. That sucks. It’s always easier when you can blame the weed right?
I’m still trying to wrap my mind around no caffeine. I just can’t seem to groove on that. Not that I can groove at all. I have zero rhythm you know.
I’m rambling huh? Oh well. I’m nursing right now, meaning all intelligence is being sucked out of me. How is it I can spell intelligence right but I fuck up the word nursing? I misspell so many words. Not because I’m stupid, but because I’m dyslexic. With the exception of my blog, I’ve stopped fixing my errors. If I text you chances are it will look like this.
yeah i’m thrying to type righ tnow mbut i’m haivng some troubles iwth that.
See my problem. Me and spell check, we are like this (crosses two fingers and holds them up to say we are tight man!). Oh and also. I totally don’t know the difference between effect and affect. I use them wrong all the time.
I think I’ve babbled enough. But I’ll leave you with this. My son is walking around the house trying to be quiet. So he is tip toeing. Only the being quiet of the tip toeing is totally negated by him saying “tip toe” as he tip toes. So now, my little guy is walking around “whispering” Tit toe Tit toe. Meaning, that I can’t be quiet because he is saying Tit toe, and I’m a first grader who thinks hearing the word Tit come out of a two year olds mouth is hilarious!
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