Forgot To Defrost...

It happens to us all -- forgetting to get something out for dinner. Well I forgot yesterday. How do you stay on track when you do that? When you're starving and ordering a pizza or going to McDonalds seems so much easier and faster than trying to figure out what to fix. Cut a stick of string cheese into 4 equal parts, wrap a thin slice of lunch meat around each piece and make that your protein to go along with your big salad -- that's how.

It took a huge amount of willpower not to call for delivery pizza last night. Instead I did a choose your own dinner night for the kids. A freebie in the land of healthy eating. 4ft picked dinosaur chicken, chips, and ketchup. Grumpybutt picked Spagettios w/ meatballs -- and ate ONLY the meatballs because that's how he rolls. I stuck with something healthy. I was very proud.

You can bet first thing this morning I pulled out a couple chicken breasts. I'm not sure what I'm going to do with them yet but hey at least I remembered to get them out.

I've got a yen to do some baking. Not to mention the husbands coworkers are sweating him for delicious baked goods so I'm going to put my willpower to the test this weekend and make Brownie S'mores. Here's hoping I don't dive head first into the baking dish, hork them down, and lick the glass clean. Wish me luck.

Zumba

Last night I played Wii and did Zumba. Not only was it a workout (I was totally sweating -- no "shine" here) but it was fun. I, of course, looked like a cross between someone getting electrified and dancing the funky chicken with absolutely no rhythm whatsoever. I'm not exaggerating when I say this white girl can't dance. Which is why I'm practicing in the privacy of my own home so I don't look like a complete dork when I'm able to finally go to a class. Hey a girl can hope.

I know I said I was going to try and go to a class but I haven't been able to go this week because the husband has been working late. Tonight he's getting home on time but I have Back To School night to go to so I won't be able to do it tonight either. I'm hoping maybe next week my schedule will loosen up so I can get over there. But in the meantime I've been walking 4ft to and from school pushing heavy kid-laden stroller and now adding Zumba in the evenings after I get the kids in bed. 

Foodwise, there's nothing exciting really going on. On Monday I made a seafood stew with crab, shrimp, and clams. Tuesday I mixed some leftovers into a whole wheat pasta -- but I'm pretty much over it now. I've been doing meatball sandwiches with Mozzarella the last couple of days -- delicious. Tuesday I did barbecue chicken on a stick with a big salad. Last night we had steak and black bean tacos on romaine lettuce. I still eat oatmeal every morning. I did bake an apple in vanilla and cinnamon extract with cinnamon sprinkled on it to mix into my oatmeal. It turned out okay. I need to add a little brown sugar to the baked apple, I think --cooking it really mutes the sweetness of the apple.

Oh, and I've finally finalized the title to my book coming out in November. The Great Gingerbread Goof. I also finished the first illustration and my editor liked it a lot. So that's cool.  

He Did It Again...

The Husband has taken Horrible Movie Monday Night to a WHOLE NEW LEVEL! I'm not sure that's such a good thing. He has embraced the "Horrible" and ran with it. Ran. With. It.

Last night's gem was called The FP.

A moment of silence while I try to form my thoughts into words and actually give a small synopsis of the movie. I'm just telling you now that words can NOT do it justice. To see it is to believe it. Seriously.

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The FP is about two rival gangs fighting over Frazier Park in a future post-apocalyptic world by playing Beat-Beat Revelation (which is basically Dance Dance Revolution). Think "8-Mile" type thugs ('cept 85% of the characters are total "white boys") with mouths to match (which is hilarious coming out of some of these actors mouths) and instead of doing rap they do DANCE OFFS. I'm going to let that sink in for a second.

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Ready for more?

The "bad" gang won the control of the FP (in the beginning of the movie) and the leader owns the only liquor store -- so they have alcohol under their control. So now alcoholics are turning to Meth and no one can drink without the "bad" gangs permission.

The "good" gang wants to regain control over the FP so alcohol can flow like a river -- because, don't you know, without alcoholics there are no bums, without bums no one is feeding the ducks, and so all the ducks left and "What's a town without ducks?" I kid you not -- almost word for word a line from the movie.

Yes. Feel my pain. But it gets better.

The lead character of the "good" gang looks like Kurt Russell as Snake Pliskin from Escape From New York complete with eye-patch but he wears sequined stars on his back, a belt buckle that flashes his name, and ginormous blue moon-type boots. Oh, and there is a love story too -- such as it is. The guy gets the girl but you're sitting there thinking, "Why would you want her?"

Words fail me. Really. The Husband LAUGHED the entire way through the movie. I sat and mostly got dumber for having watched it.

After the movie was over my husband says, "Ha! Top that!"

I don't know if I can and do I really want too?

A Little Pampering

I believe in giving yourself rewards and being pampered occasionally. So once a month I treat myself to a pedicure. A gift to myself for surviving the month with the kids, various projects, work, and life-style changes. I love getting pedicures. Love them. I get to sit, kid free, in a massage chair while my feet soak in hot water and then on top of it I get a foot and leg massage with yummy smelling oils and lotions. It's heaven.

Look I have polk-a-dots. I have funky looking feet, I know. 

After getting pedicures, my mom and I went shopping. She found this cool nail art stamp deal called Salon Nails Express. It's an "As Seen On TV" type deal and I'm always skeptical of them. Well Mom got her one and then got one for me too. So last night I got home and watched a lot of You Tube videos because I'd never heard of it before and I wanted to make sure I did it right. Well everyone I watched do it said how great it was so I broke open the package and tried it myself. It was totally fun and turned out pretty good with my cheap polish. I'm going to have to invest in some better stuff.

See the cute little butterfly? Cheap polish is cheap.

Man, I have old lady looking fingers. Nothing like a close up to show off finger wrinkles. I wonder if my toes are that wrinkly looking?

Flowers

I love flowers. I forget how much I love flowers until I get some. They just seem to brighten a room and put a smile on my face every time I look at them. Plus I have this totally awesome Disney vase my Mom got me when 4ft was only a 2ft that I rarely ever get to use -- because I hardly ever get flowers.

Last Monday, my bf, Nikki, got me some flowers because she hearts me. They were beautiful. I stared at them all week and smelled them and had an extra cheerful bounce to my step. Unfortunately as flowers do, they started wilting and dying. So yesterday while I was at Costco I bought another bunch to put in my vase. I decided I deserved it. The husband keeps trying to take credit for them. He bought them blah, blah, blah... Whatever... I picked them out, I put them in the cart, and I swiped my bank card -- not his. I guess technically as he is the main bread winner he DID pay for them but still... He's just trying to take credit for my pretty flowers and the smile they bring to my face. He's a weasel that way.

I was able to save some of the flowers Nikki gave me and add them to the ones I got. Isn't that vase the coolest? I heart me some flowers!