Things are happening..

Posted on March 5, 2012 by Jen @nutcaseinpoint

Things are happening, my friends. I went to the Crowfoot YMCA (conveniently located only a stone’s throw away. I have a long throw, but still, it’s close. like right around the corner close). I had a chitty-chat-chat with the Fitness Director and Group Fitness Director and they are interested in having me teach/train! 1-800-I-AM-STOKED. Here I come free membership! Plus, there are some things I’d really like to do that I have yet to see in some of the classes I have taken here so far. Wahooo! Let’s hope that stint I pulled that got me in the back of a cop car at age 16 doesn’t hold me back. Better yet, let’s hope that the Calgary police aren’t that thorough. I was a minor, anyways, so technically it never happened.

I was so pumped from those mini-meetings, so I really went all out at the spin class I took immediately after. (The Group Fitness Director even signed me up to get certified as a Spin Instructor in June! Seriously guys, I’m getting tons of gold stars today). One note about that class, however: they kept the lights on. I could totally make a sex related joke re: the lights, but I’m a lady. I’ll let you come up with it on your own.

I had done my protein oats for breaky this AM (see poo-looking bowl of oats from a previous post), then munched on these bad Larrys:

Stop.the.presses. These were DIVINE. Tyler wanted to buy a ginorm carton of them at Costco last week, and I was thinking oh-no-sir-those-will-never-get-eaten-what-a-typical-guy-move, but he was on P.O.I.N.T. I scarfed them so fast. Probably frightened the dog just a teensy bit.

As a reconciliation, I went out and got her some goodies. We’re talkin’ the Louis Vuitton of goodies:

If only girlfraaan’ new how many G’s I dropped on these puppies (pun intended). Ok, not G’s, but maybe 1/356th of a G. Still.

She’s all, ‘mama, pleeeeeeease”

So I caved.

Baby girl loves balls. Like mother, like….Oh god, did I really go there?

Here’s her brilly (read: brilliant) model pose. I’m submitting this to Canadian Dog. I don’t think such a publication exists, but it should.

I have a couple -slightly less hairy- pics for you…They’re of me! (I said SLIGHTLY less hairy. I have low readership, but now it’s probably even lower. Way to go me!)
Post workout:

I think it’s standard that a terrible face should be made in any picture taken post workout. So there ya go.
I do, however, clean up pretty decent. I mean, I’m no Jennifer Aniston, but we share the same first name, so at least I’m halfway there. This is from date night last friday:

Did I say that terrible pictures are standard post workout? Apparently, they are just across the board standard for me. sigh.

***CONFESSION***
Anyone remember that episode of SATC when Miranda baked that chocolate cake and kept going back to the kitchen for a slice, then she tossed it, THEN SHE ATE MORE FROM THE TRASH???

Well, I’m not THAT bad, but I did have repeat visits to the kitchen last night for my love turds (brownies). It was OK last night, since sweets are calorie-free on Sundays, but I’m having a hard time preventing myself from breaking out the knife today for more..anyone have this problem???

Big things, you guys. Big things.

Posted on March 5, 2012 by Jen @nutcaseinpoint

Big things, you guys. Big things.

1.) Live! With Kelly is coming to Banff in April. See my header photo? That’s Banff. I practically live there. And since she tapes LIVE (the title gives it away, I think) AND since my days are free for the most part, I’mma try to score some tix! How awesome is that? Plus, I could hit up Saltlik again and get me a nice hunk o’ meat. (Not a bo-hunk of the oily variety, but an actual cut of filet mignon. Hard to tell the difference, so I thought I’d clarify).

2.) RIP belly button ring (2003-2012). I have decided that I’m grown-up enough to get rid of my rebellious and youthful body art statement piece. Now if only tattoo removal was as painless and inexpensive…

3.) I finally found that avocado I lost in my car. Good thing this blog is sans smell-o-vision.

I find three points to be sufficient for a Monday morning post. Let me get my *ss in gear and I’ll check in later in the day with more awesome things.

And by getting in gear, I mean buy dog food and foil and thaw a hunk of ground beef. Sa-weet.

This week is gonna..

Posted on March 4, 2012 by Jen @nutcaseinpoint

This week is gonna be filled with a weird mix of things. I’ve gotta find another gym to abuse their free trial, get Layla a vet, clean like WHOA, and last but not least, find a job. Minor detail right there. I get heart palpitations when I think of my lack of employment. Luckily I have a wonderful boyfriend who is helping me with those necessary expenses (chocolate, hair appointments, and my new iPhone. Obviously.)

Must. Change. Subject. Now.

Picked on the leftover pizza and baked the most amazeballs batch of brownies (aka: love turds) tonight before watching some goodies: AFV- one of the few shows I’ve yet to see Canada come out with their own version. (I’m talking to you, Canada’s Got Talent and Canadian Idol. Sheesh.) and Amazing Race- for the record, I could stack watermelons way better than most those teams.

You want to see what these love turds look like?

Haha, I know right? I topped the fudgy square of sin with some homemade icing I whipped up. Homemade icing on top of homemade brownies? Marriage
Material right here, folks. And the best part? They’re zero calories! But only on Sundays. No word of a lie. But every other day, they’re full of ’em. So mark your calendars, and if anyone wants the recipe, let me know!

I was a good girl…

Posted on March 4, 2012 by Jen @nutcaseinpoint

I was a good girl today. I ended up getting my lazy ass outta bed, guzzle an ocean of agua, then make this bowl-o-yum-yum:

This was a mix of oats, almond milk, espresso protein powder, a bit of honey, scoop of chia seeds, and a spoonful of almond butter. In a word: delish. In another word: filling. In three words: hit the spot.

Then it was time to get in gear. Yeah, tough to do on a Sunday, especially when vino was consumed the night before. But, I’m a tough soldier and rallied. We met up with a bunch of people (my new friends. They better like it!) to do a beep test. Ya know, you run from one end of the end of he gym to the other before the beep and you keep doing it until you don’t reach the other end in time. (I did this once in high school and it was a huge joke. It basically separated those of us who played sports from those who sat on the couch and ate Ho Hos and Cheetos). Anyhoo, we did this whole shibang at the CPS fitness center (Calgary Police Service) since most of the dudes are cops. I was able to get in a great 40 min cardio/strength interval workout in before the test, too. Gold star for me. Come beep test time though…. I didn’t do so hot. A) because my lungs are still adjusting to he altitude, and B) there was NO ventilation in the gym. Ugh. Here’s a little post-workout pic for your viewing pleasure:

Pardon the poo colored bathroom wall. You may see this god awful poo wall in the background for at least a couple more months until Tyler and I get in paint-the-house mode.

Boyfriend just made me this perfect omelette, filled with leftover meats ad veggies from last nights pizza making party. It was so perfect looking, I almost didn’t want to eat it.

But, I was starving, so I snapped a pic and dove right the heck in on that bad boy.

Currently watching Wheel of Fortune (yeah I know, it’s 3:30. The time shift here is a-muh-zing…I get to watch Amazing Race at 6 tonight too!!!)

Question: is anybody out there? Who is reading this awesome post? Is this stupid? Do I have to resort to the old fashioned way of journalling (i.e.: pen & paper. Eww) I’d love a teensy tiny ounce of feedback, y’all. Thankya!

So last night was…

Posted on March 4, 2012 by Jen @nutcaseinpoint

So last night was fun! After an afternoon of shopping and a mini homesick freakout, Tyler and I made homemade pizzas! (even the dough was from scratch. #forthewin) A little flour here, some yeast there, and 30 minutes later BOOM. We ended up making three of them, all of which included bacon. Pork products are the bomb and we are heavy investors, what can I say. The pizzas looked a little like-ah’dees (poor attempt at Italian accent):

From L to R we had
1) pepperoni, chicken and bacon
2) pineapple, chicken and bacon
3) sausage, mushies, peppers and bacon

It was really a huge carb fest, considering I had made pancakes for breakfast and consoled in 2 apricot ales during my freakout. But whatever.

We shared our delicious eats with Joe and Twyla then played friggin’ Cranium. Quite possibly one of the best past times ever. Found out halfway through the game though, that it is in fact a Canadian version. (no, I do not know who the prime minister is, and no, I wouldn’t be able to draw a loonie). GOOD THING Twyla and I were partners because we pretty much ruled the green cards. More notably, the Humdingers. High fives all around for us.

Now Sunday is here, a little snow has fallen, and I don’t feel like getting out of bed. Partly because it IS Sunday, but more so because Layla is on top of me. Gloriously uncomfortable. Now what to have for breakfast….(in bed, of course).

*little update on Crap about Canada:
1) their clearance rack prices at factory outlet stores look like full retail prices. I may never get a new wardrobe.
2) they don’t plow. I repeat, they DON’T PLOW. I am already a terrible winter driver, now take away my plowing and salting? Ah, I’m screwed. Perhaps my white-knuckling is burning more calories though.
3) A basic oil change cost me $114. Whatisthat?!!?!?!?!?! Perhaps this is what cued the homesickness yesterday.
4) Tim Horton’s. It’s like the Dunkin Donuts of Canada. Great coffee… When I can get it. I just want a plain black coffee with nothing in it, people! So when I order “a medium black coffee, nothing in it” stop asking if I want cream and/or sugar! I juuuuust said nothing in it. Plain. Black. It happens every time. This wouldn’t be a problem at Dunks. I’m jus’ sayin’.

Until next time, my friends. Peace, love, and don’t do drugs (unless you have a prescription). xoxo