So this was…

So this was my day. It started icky, with a good I’m-never-getting-out-of-bed session:

Followed by an even longer must-get-up-must-get-up session, and off to a vet appt for Layla baby. She was diagnosed with Lyme disease in Boston and had been on antibiotics for the past 30 days, so I wanted to make sure I got her checked out to see how she was doing and where we’d go from there.

Turns out, she’s only a carrier, but so log as she shows no signs or symptoms of the disease, we don’t need any further treatment. AND, because Alberta is quite a different atmosphere for disease, she doesn’t need to take heart worm meds! My wallet and I are very happy. As a treat, (and for our sanity at home, read: tappity tap tappity tap) I had her nails trimmed. Girlfrann got her nails did, y’all.

If she knew about my blog, she probably wouldn’t be too pleased I posted a picture that’s awful close to her privates, but she IS a dog and she OFTEN sticks her pooper in my face to show affection, soooo…….

We got home and I was craving veggies in the worst way. I’m telling ya, my body is whack today. I have an owwie belly to start, then it wants veggies (aka: bloat bites)!?!?! Rude.

I listened anyways and threw together some mushies, peps, and basketballs (brussel sprouts). Sure enough, I was back under the covers and back to moanin and groanin. Sorry, boy readers- I’m just tellin it like it is. Tyler does win boyfriend of the year award, however, and here’s the proof:

A) I would’ve eaten them anyways
B) I don’t know why I had to put his last name in my phone. I guess on the off chance I have a Rachel-McAdams-in-The-Vow-moment.

Per usche, I made third meal. Quinoa, saw-seege, ‘maters, and spinach. Hit the spot.


After, I went to the Y for a little cardio (just what I needed after a day full of veggies. Not) and to take the Barbell Blast class. The class was super low-impact and not really what I was looking for, but at least now I know. I’m thinking of doing my own circuit session tomorrow then taking spin. Weeeee shall see.

That’s all for now. I have been told it’s lights out time, and I can only write so much while propped on my elbows and the covers over my head.

I’m looking to get a bit more feedback from readers, so I pose you these questions:
Does anyone still buy from the concession stand at movie theaters? Do you sneak in your own stuff? Or take nothing at all?

Peace, I’m out.

I’m pretty sure I’m gonna die..

I’m pretty sure I’m gonna die. Or I’m pregnant with twin unicorns. Holy belly cramps. There, the real emotion behind this post is out. Now on to bigger and better things.

Here was dinner last night. Probably didn’t help the current tum-tum issue:

Baked potato topped with hamburg gravy. The gravy took about 3 1/2 seconds to whip together, but the friggin’ spuds baked for an hour in the hot box before they were ready. (hot box. hahah).

No amazing stories to recount from last night. Other than the awesome fact that I got in bed around 7pm. Insert the ‘wah wuh” sound. Oh, but I do have the love turd recipe for everyone! Here goes:

1 cup semi sweet chocolate chips
1 cup milk chocolate chips
1/2 cup butter (one stick, unless you’re in Canada, it’s 1/4 the BLOCK)
3/4 cup dark brown sugar
3/4 cup granulated sugar
4 egg whites
2 tsp vanilla
1 cup flour
1/2 tsp salt

Preheat oven to 325 deg.
Line 8×8 baking pan with foil and spray with cooking spray
Melt chocolate and butter in sauce pan over medium low heat
Remove from heat
Whisk sugars into chocolate mixture. Add egg whites and vanilla. Mix until combined.
Stir in flour and salt until incorporated and pour batter in prepared pan.
Bake around 45 minutes or until toothpick inserted in the center comes out mostly clean.
Let cool completely before cutting.

This recipe was adapted from here

After cooling, I topped them with some homemade icing that I learned from my mom. It’s a mixture of powdered sugar, melted butter, milk, and a splash of vanilla.

**This is the post to flag for Sunday if you want them sans the calories!!**

Now for your random reading pleasure:
Ok, anyone familiar with the color Cerulean (courtesy of Crayola)? For some reason, when I was younger and going through my tom-boy phase, that crayon what my favorite color. I pronounced it “sur-lean.” Cut to 10+ years later, and I’m sitting in my college dorm, coloring (because that’s how you get a degree) and exclaimed to my friends that “sur-lean’ was my favorite crayon of all time. (smirnoff and bud light may have contributed to my enthusiasm). Well, one of my friends boyfriend was there, and he immediately crushed all the rainbows and unicorns (wow, this is a unicorn-heavy post) in my life by quickly responding “Uh, Jen. It’s pronounced ‘sur-ill-e-un.” NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. I was devastated. Anyways, the point of this story was that during my middle-of-the-night reading escapade, the book mentioned Cerulean. And I burst out laughing. Like a fool. Dog: awake. Boyfriend: awake. AND THEN, I fell into a deep slumber.

Anyone mispronounce things (on purpose)? I still refer to it as “sur-lean”