Does anyone else feel the need to add this attraction as a must-see on your Bucket List? Uhhh, I do.
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”
Things are happening..
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.
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..
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!
