Monthly Archives: October 2012

Clusterfuhhhh of stuff

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Too many things to catch up on. How to start. Where to start. Maybe I’ll just make it a big clusterf*ck of stuff. Here we go:

POMEGRANATES. Tyler found them at the grocery store and I squealed (like a delighted child, not like a pig…though there are minor differences)

 

So we rounded out our Saturday night with pom boozy drinks and betting on teams for Sunday football (fast forward: I only got TWO wrong. Damn Colts and stupid Texans. more on that..)

 

 

Sunday I took Layla for a long walk, finished up some HW (I swear to god if I have to write one more graduate level paper on Wal-Mart I will kill myself. Granted, this is my last class so chances are slim, but there are 7 weeks left, so you never know!) and we got to working on our Canadian Thanksgiving feast.

Since we were pretty much parked in front of the football games all day, and inhaled a ton of Coors lights, it only made sense that we set our coffee table instead of the dining room table for dinner.

 

I then proceeded to fill up my plate, and kill my digestive system (no joke)

 

“What’s all that on your plate” you ask? Well I was just about to tell you.

 

Well, of course there’s the turkey. Which Tyler prepared wonderfully. And we have another in the freezer for American Thanksgiving next month!

 

Jelly. I would normally make from scratch, but since Tyler doesn’t eat it, I didn’t bother. Besides, this is easier to slice for leftover sandwiches!

 

Potatoes from scratch (DA BOMB- said in the same tone to ‘DA BEARS’ ahha I crack myself up)

 

Green bean casserole. This was a must since I first introduced this to Tyler when I came to visit him here in Calgary during American Thanksgiving last year. It is his favorite (methinks)

 

Red cabbage that Tyler’s mom makes. I had never had it before, and he told me it was best when mixed with the mashed potatoes. And boy, that didn’t disappoint. It was soooo good!

 

Stuffing. So good, and yet so not good for you. Whatever, it’s Thanksgiving and the scale hasn’t budged. (Seriously, I’m not kidding. I ate all that, drank tons, and the number on that scale? The same. I thought it was broken, but I had Tyler try it out and I moved it around the house just to make sure)

Oh, and I did make my mom’s killer apple pie. I was nervous I didn’t make it up to par, but it came out fantastic!

 

The crust was made from scratch and everything. I am a badass betty crocker in the kitchen.

 

Thanksgiving was a success.

Yesterday, I made us some yumtascular pumpkin pancakes for us. After I woke up the two lovebirds from their embrace, that is.

 

I was feeling so confident in my kitchen abilities, that I smothered those fluffy things with Nutella. OMG was that the best decision I have ever made or what. So good. So so good.

 

Layla was given scraps of tons of stuff this weekend and I think she is still in a coma. Or she could still be feeling the effects of our 3.5 mile run on Saturday and our crazy long and hilly walk on Sunday.

 

K, that should satisfy your nutcaseinpoint sweet tooth for now, I have things to do! And vodka to drink.

Quite the little Saturday

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Last night’s beers were tragically strong which made for an awful night’s sleep. Ah well, it wasn’t like I had to wake up for work or anything (let’s all take a moment and laugh, since I haven’t had a paying job since Feb 9, aka: the most glorious day of my life)

Tyler and I grabbed coffee at Tim Horton’s and headed down to the Calgary corn maze to get us some pumpkins. We were the only people there without children.

Because I am an awesome money-saver, we headed over to Michael’s and used my 50% off coupon to get some pumpkin carving crap.

And a rake (not from Michael’s) because we are domestic like that.

I don’t know if you know this, but pumpkin picking and rake buying are very labor intensive. When things are labor intensive, you work up an appetite. What I’m trying to say is- we got HANGRY.

What better place to fix that problem then to head over to our fave place, Brewster’s.

Tyler got the Crispy Chicken Ranch burger and I got the Maui burger. Pretty convenient they were next to each other on the menu for me to take a picture. Tyler also had an Oktoberfest beer (he loved- said there wasn’t any aftertaste) and I had the Raspberry Ale (our favorite). And we waited for food to be served.

Then, food was served. Imagine that.

This was my Maui burger. I tossed the top part of the bun, and still only got through about half of it. We were those people, and took the rest of my meat home for Layla.

After a few more stops (Safeway, home improvement store, liquor store) we finally got home.

And I decided to be awesome and take the dog for a run. Note: my dog is horrible on the leash and in the 3 years I have had her, I had yet to attempt a run with her.

32 minutes later, we both finished a 3.5 mile run! I have a feeling tonight Layla will sleep around 17 hours instead of her usual 13.

Now, Saturday is drawing to a close, and I am was just sitting here taking one of my weekly quizzes for one of my courses and Tyler is in the basement in the closet installing a humidifier. We lead quite the exciting life.

And tomorrow is Thanksgiving, so I gotta make pie.

If the boot fits..

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Happy Friday, internets!

The sun is shining and I am in a good mood (rare). Tyler gets outta work early and he’s taking all next week off. And we are going to a corn maze/pumpkin patch tomorrow. And Sunday we are having our Canadian Thanksgiving. You bet your bippy Tyler’s the one sticking his hand up that turkey butt.

I think listening to FIT Radio first thing this AM helped too. I like being in a dancey mood while I’m brushing my teeth and eating spoonfuls of Nutella (and not in that order).

So yesterday, I went shopping. The mall I went to takes forever to walk around, and I got through about 3/4 of it and still hadn’t found anything I was there for. Sure, I tried on stuff that looked good, but either the jeans looked redic on me if I tried to sit down, or they didn’t carry my size shoe. Yeah, I know I know I wasn’t there for winter boots, but dude they were calling to me yesterday. I finally got my tush in a sweet pair of jeans THAT WERE ON SALE- so I figured that justified that boot purchase I scored right after.

You bet the top was on sale, too. Hello, orange clearance sticker! (Wearing the lulu headband from Chelsea– thanks girl!)

Dinner last night was a success. I wanted Mac n Cheese like it was nobody’s business, and I wanted to make it from scratch. So, I played around with this recipe.

Mac n Cheese Y’all

Here’s what you’ll need:

  • A box of macaroni
  • 1 tbsp butter
  • 1/4 c flour
  • 1/4 c minced onion
  • 2 cups milk
  • 1 cup chicken broth
  • 1.5 cups shredded cheddar
  • 2 tbsp Frank’s buffalo sauce
  • 4 cups baby spinach
  • 1/4 cup grated parmesan
  • 1/4 cup bread crumbs
  • 8 pieces BACON

Here’s what you do:

  1. Cook the bacon. Once it’s cooled, crumble and set aside.
  2. Cook the macaroni according to package directions. Drain and set aside.
  3. Spray baking dish and preheat oven to 375 degrees.
  4. In a BIG ‘OL skillet, melt butter. Add flour and stir with a whisk (here’s what I did because I was feeling bad ass. I used the same skillet I used for the bacon and I didn’t drain all the grease. I know, it’s fatty, but I have been super healthy all week and I figured a splurge is a splurge is a splurge).
  5. Add onion, milk and chicken broth and continue stirring with a whisk. Increase heat and stir until it comes to a boil and begins to thicken.
  6. Remove from heat; add cheese and buffalo sauce. Once it’s fully incorporated, add macaroni, baby spinach and crumbled bacon. (Again, I HAD to add the bacon because I intended for Tyler to eat dinner)
  7. Pour the mixture into prepared baking dish, top with parmesan and bread crumbs.
  8. Bake for 20 minutes, then broil for a few minutes to brown the bread crumbs.

I was mindful of my portion because I planned on some cardio afterwards.

And cardio, I did.

25 minutes of SUPER INTENSE spinning, and 10 minutes of sprint intervals. Topped off with 100 stability ball situps.

Ok, and now onto serious conversation. Let’s talk sleeping arrangements. In Boston, Layla had her bed and I had mine. A queen sized bed. And usually Layla slept on her bed, except in the winter and when I wasn’t home. But she had her designated space and I had mine. Since moving here and adding another body into the equation, things are different. She still has her bed, and Tyler and I have our King. Let me draw for you how we usually go to sleep: (note: characters are not drawn to scale)

To clarify, I put a skirt on my character. And no, we don’t smile when we sleep, but that’s how I draw my stick figures.

Then, at some point in the night, when we are sound asleep, something happens.

Tyler is super comfy, and I am smooshed off the bed from the pup. And yes, at that point, I DO have a frown on my face. There is so much dead space in the middle of our bed. It’s like Layla wants me gone, and needs to keep an eye out-from a distance- on Tyler to make sure he gets a good night sleep.

PREPOSTEROUS I SAY.

I have things to do, so I must be off.

Plans for the weekend?

Winter is here and I hate pants

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Yesterday morning was terrible. Terrible in the sense that I was reminded of WINTER.

 

 

 

 

 

Layla loved it though. She was stretching in it, and plowing her nose in it. And basically wouldn’t leave the front patio for about an hour. I, meanwhile, was wrapped in blankets and guzzling coffee and sitting in front of one of the vents all morning trying to keep warm.

I finally got my ish together and had a phone conference with one of my professors. I couldn’t help but picture this lady from Go On.

 

(Source)

 

The one on the far right. She is who I think my prof looks like. And now I can’t get it out of my head.

Looks like Friday night tacos might have to be changed to fajitas because of the dang beef recall. As if beef here wasn’t expensive enough.

I taught the first session of my new class last night (FYI Calgarians: I am now teaching TRX on Tuesdays at 5:30pm and HEAT on Wednesdays at 5:15pm at the Eau Claire YMCA). I had a pretty good turn out, considering the class wasn’t advertised. And I am not allowed to play my own music. (it’s about some stupid law that the Y has to own the music that is played on premise, blah blah blah) I tried to keep this first class pretty basic because I wanted to assess the fitness level of my participants, and it seems like I might be able to play around with my format a bit. I know I got  great workout, and the mile or so walk back to my car was a nice stretch. And beautiful, might I add.

 

 

And now I must cut my rant short because I have just decided to hit up the mall and buy pants. Yup, the thing that I hate most in life. P-A-N-T-S. I hate buying them, I hate wearing them, I hate the idea of them. But the pants I managed to bring to Calgary with me no longer fit and it’s starting to get a tid bit nipply out, so I think I must grin and bear the torture.

Don’t forget to “Like” my facebook page by Oct 12 to be automatically be entered to win a prize! (It’s a good one. Plus, getting mail is always fun. Unless Tyler randomly wins, in which case, I’ll just throw it on his side of the bed or something.)

Barfing in my mouth

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I kind of barfed in my mouth when I walked into the kitchen this morning. I was grossly dirty. HOW did I let it get that bad?! I must have spent 2 hours cleaning the fridge out (DANG I let some stuff get bad in there.) After that and laundry and general house-pickup, I had to light a bunch of candles and just sit. But then the dog started getting all whiney on me.

And that, my friends, is when I remembered how much I hate cold weather.

 

(Also, this is what you will look like when you practically never put makeup on anymore.)

But my friggin’ dog loves this not so lovely weather. I mean, I get the whole opposites attract thing- that’s how Tyler and I work so well- but this dog/me situation is just not cool.

 

She was wagging her butt more than usual today. And rolling in the wet grass. And kept looking back at me with a huge doggie smile. Pffff.

Ok, let’s talk some stuff. No, I’ll talk and you listen. Comment if you’re so inclined.

I read this article today. And then I realized, holy crap I like never wash my bras. (I never really wear them anymore anyways, but that’s beside the point)  I used to wait till I drove home to my parents and have my mom wash them, but now I can’t be bothered. K, you can chime in now about this- do you wash your bras? I will be especially intrigued if any guys answer this.

I also saw these cookies on my Reader this morning and was determined to make them ASAP. Oh but wait, here in Canada, Thanksgiving is BEFORE Halloween. Ugh, I guess I’ll just have to make these beforehand. That’s more Thanksgiving-y.

It’s photos like these that make me happy that Tyler and I opted out of engagement photos. I honestly think even the ‘normal’ one are pretty cheesy, but that’s just me. I have a whole mouthful of things I can say about this whole wedding thing (and it’s all my opinion, mmk?!) I thing going formal is too cookie cutter. I think the ‘cutting of the cake’ and other designated events are so stuffy. I think it’s retarded how expensive flowers and photographers are. Obviously the booze is $$ but that’s what I WANT. It’s a party, people. I think the only traditional thing about my wedding is the dress. Only because I wanted lace. And when you go to bridal shops, lace= super wedding-y. But yeah,  I guarantee you I will be putting ice down my back to keep cool, and I’ll probably do a few planks or pushups on the dance floor. Did I mention the open bar? Ok, I’m done with the wedding rant. I just see all this wedding stuff on the internet and it drives me batty how cray cray other people get into it all. I pretty much planned mine in 2 weeks in August. And it’s not until next July. BOOM.

That said, I’m off to the gym for a sweaty session on the treadmill/upper body/core workout.