Ruining Jello

Today:

• 35 minutes on the elliptical :)

• 15 minutes of free weights with da wiggly-jig-jig arms :)

• made Seafood Alfredo for dinner :(

… but I made it without cream :)

I made Jello for dessert. Jeeze, the way my DS & DH go on about that stuff you would think it was manna sent down from heaven. I get yelled at whenever I try to jazz it up. For instance, I made “Fluff” a couple of nights ago (Cool Whip beat with Jello), and it was panned mercilessly. “DON’T MESS WITH THE JELLO” is the message I have finally gotten pounded into my head.

Tonight I told DS that I added bananas to it. “EVERYBODY adds bananas to Jello”, says I. DS rushed to the frig to see if I had ruined yet another batch. (I didn’t. Hee-hee!)

I hardly ever make that crap ~ once a year maybe. Those boys love it so. I should remind DS what Jello is made out of. Connective tissue anyone? It’s a pedestrian type of aspic, actually. Julia C. would never approve.

I’m making Thankgiving Dinner this year. Oh joy. I’m trying to work up a festive, jolly attitude about it. Gosh, I love all my relatives. I could cook them an old boot and they would ask for the recipe, God bless ‘em. I’ll stress over it though. “Is that old boot cooked through?” “Maybe I should have cooked both boots.”…etc…

Accomplishments

of others, not so much mine!

• My 62 year old brother ran a 26 mile marathon, running the whole way.

• My 14 yr. old son just spent 3 1/2 hours taking a SSAT. For inspiration, I printed out a picture of Yoda yoda-ing to Luke… “Do. Or Do Not. There is no try.”

And me? Well, I have been making it to the gym, but am still lacking in the food control. I’m holding my little nosey above the water.

Wishing all you chickies a fab (not flab) weekend!

A cranky Sisyphus

It’s been almost three months of 3 to 4 times a week at the gym. When I got home from the gym this morning, I dug out my measuring tape and my ancient much-folded record of my Measurements Through the Ages.

Sigh.

Not much has changed, and some areas have even gotten bigger, for cryin’ out loud. I comfort myself thinking that at least I may be doing good things for my heart. My arm strength is better, which I have been noticing in Yoga class, but other than that, I ain’t pushing that boulder up the hill ~ just holding it there and slipping back now and then as I prop it with my butt while I pour a glass of wine or have another helping of food.

It’s making me cranky, chickies.

Especially since I know it’s the food part that is stymying my progress.

I know what to do, but lack the fortitude to keep that rock rollin’.

It’s… exasperating. I’m an instant gratification kinda girl, and I recognize that the taste of something delicious in my mouth is sabotaging all the work I put in at the gym.

Hummm. Food for thought. :D

sisyphus

Happy Halloween!

2:30 approached and DS still didn’t have any ideas for a Halloween costume. He had some lame-o ones which I panned. Come on, how hard is it to be “A Golfer”, for cryin’ out loud. If my son is going to go door to door begging for handouts from strangers, he’d better have a costume that says: “Some effort on my part went into this”.

Sponge Bob to the rescue.

It turned out well, but my favorite part that made my DH laugh were the cartoon “shine” on the shoes…

On the back of Sponge Bob’s head, I wrote a big “Thank You!” in a conversation bubble, in case he forgets to say it.

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I’m having on of those rare days when I’m whizzing down my to-do list, checking off items left and right. Dabbling in a little bit of everything today, as I’m not scheduled to work at our restaurant, so I’m taking care of the Other Stuff. A catering menu is off to a good start, a notice to our customers about our new online ordering system was designed and taken to the printers.

Emails were sent.

Wash was folded and put away.

A mini Walmart run was completed with minimum impulse buys.

I even emptied my trash cans upstairs. :) It was getting wearisome trying to balance bits of trash on top of an already full trash can ~ especially since the trash was mostly wrappers of naughty food item things I shouldn’t bring into the house. I always feel I am “wiping the slate clean” when I get rid of all the evidence…

At this moment, I am trying out a new potato salad recipe to possibly use at the store. (Those freakin’ taties stay hot forever! Like molten rocks.) Also bought some likely-looking small rolls to use for mini-sammies for catering. You see how my life revolves around food, doncha?

Okay, enough about me ~ how are all you chickies doing?

Chick-A-Licious

“I don’t know what I’m doing with my hair these days.”

Thank you Patty . I would make an acceptance speech, but I’m too chicken, plus I can’t think of any good yolks.

My ‘track’ has many diversions, ruts and detours, and way too many concession stands but I try to stay within vision of it. :) Certainly I am slow at this, witness: I am still as far away from my goal now as I was this time last year. Actually, thinking on it, it was about this time last year that I succumbed to Halloween candy and ceased going to the gym.

I still have that pair of size 10 suede pants a-hangin’ in my closet, a-waitin’ for the day…

If I didn’t keep plodding on my wobbly way though, I can only imagine how many pounds would have creeped up on me in their slow insidious way.

Thanks Patty, for thinkin’ up ways to keep us going!

funny pictures of cats with captions

Which came first? The chickn or teh LOL cat?

Lil’ Shaver

DH and I have been wondering if DS has started shaving yet. (He’s almost 14 years old.) DH wondered this because a can of shaving cream that usually lasts him for months is empty. He casually broached the subject last night and DS said yes, he’s shaving. “Be careful”, were DH’s words of advise. DS pipes back with “I am. All those years of practicing with a spoon have paid off.” Heh-heh!

I remember when I was 11 years old, I started shaving my legs with my dad’s razor. Poor man wondered why his blades were suddenly so dull. Neither parent noticed my bloody knees and ankles. That’s one thing us wimins have over the menfolk ~ I can’t imagine having to shave my face every day.

The end of Daylight Savings Time can’t come soon enough here. With the Phillys/Yankees World Series games coming up, I foresee a few late nights in our future. That “extra hour” will come in hand in the morning.

Exercise has turned into a habit pretty much now. I feel antsy if I’m not at the gym in the morning ~ even on my ‘days off’ from it.

Now, about that eating…

Guilty Pleasure (one of many)

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Yau Man - Survivor

Just finished watching “Survivor” on the computer. So much better than on the TV, as commercial breaks are oh, maybe 30 seconds. This show has been my guilty pleasure since the days of Richard Hatch, that tax evader. Rupert is so far my favorite player. Yau-Man and Bob Crowley, an old high school physics teacher follow close behind. Interesting show to me. I used to think I could “do it”, but the older I get, the more I like my comforts, and the less I suffer fools.

The exercise part of me is doing well. I average about 4-5 hours of hard, steady fitness stuff a week, not counting waitressing. Where I fall flat on my face is the food part. Damn I love food! I like reading about it, shopping for it, cooking it, feeding others and eating it myself. If I’m not doing any of the above, I am probably thinking about it.

If only I loved clothes more than food! …I almost do.

Gabon

:)

Thanks Patty. I’m playing it forward~~

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Six interesting facts about me:

1.  I’m a graphic artist & a waitress at our restaurant.

2.  I love to cook (and eat). (Patty, I saw no reason to change this answer from yours :))

3.  My husband and I dated for almost 13 years before getting married.

4.  I like words. Word puzzles, twists on words, puns on words, books full of words all strung together into a wordy tale ~ I like ‘em.

5.  I like to poke around in antique shops but I’m usually too cheap to buy anything.

6.  I was the 13th generation of our family to live on the same property ~ and then I moved. My DH finds this fascinating, anyway.

Nominations

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I’ve used up valuable workout time raking my brain to think of things people might find interesting about moi. I’ve come to the realization that although I know many interesting peeps, I’m just not that interesting. I’m okay with that :D Guess I like being interested as opposed to being interesting.
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Yesterday DH and I went to a food show. Food shows are where our restaurant suppliers show their latest products, and they are great fun to attend. We usually try to hit one or two a year to get ideas and rev up excitement for what we do every day. Yesterday’s show was a smaller one than the ones we usually attend, only filling one large ball room of a country club, heh-heh. Love the food shows! Not only do we get ideas for our restaurant, we also get shopping bags to fill with samples. Kinda like an adult Trick or Treat session. DH refuses to tote a bag ~ that’s okay ~ I picked up enough stuff to owe hours and hours to the elliptical at the gym.
Just like Trick or Treat, when we got home I emptied our bounty out upon the kitchen table and DS and I laid claims to various items. Cookies, packages of different snacks, seafood sausages(!) and salmon in kry-vac packaging, biscotti, bottles of hot sauce, packs of gourmet coffees… gotta love food shows.
Spent the evening reading the latest Diane Gabaldon book surrounded by crinkled up wrappers of sample goodies. Bliss.
Now I must go pay the piper at the gym.
DS, at the tender age of 13, has connections ~ he is going to what all us Philly fans hope is the last game before they proceed to the World Series. Today, DS would like to go get a buzz cut with a “P” on the back of his head. I’ll post a picture if this happens…
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Sitting at the computer this morning, I rolled my left shoulder and commented to DH “I must have read too hard last night.” He laughed and came over and gave me a mini-massage. Still hurts ~ I skipped the free weights arm routine I usually do and just stuck to cardio today. Did a half hour on the elliptical until my feet were numb (does this happen to anyone else?), and a half hour on the tready. Still in the hole calorie-wise I think.

Your Sunday Funnies…

This video had me laughing this morning, and thanks to inkheartmeg, I am able to post a link to it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ih6W19KTlZo THANKS MEG!

Sorry, Chickies, as hard as I tried I couldn’t get the video to load in here. Actually, I’ve never seen a video on a 3FC blog before, so maybe it can’t be done.

The orange kitty is yelling at her boyfriend for running around with another kitty in the “kitty speak” of escalating yowls and growls. English sub-titles were added that were hilarious ~ take my word for it.

Our dog couldn’t figure out where the kitty fightin’ words were coming from and was trying to look behind my computer.