Showing posts from August, 2010

Adventures in the Kitchen

I love cooking. Really. I do. The problem is that I'm not very good at it and I hate the cleanup. But I've decided to cook more often.

Tonight we have a double adventure taking place in the kitchen: spaghetti and meatballs while cooking meatloaf. Nanny was kind enough to stock me up on the staples of the meals, so I thought I'd test my skills.

As a child, I remember my mom's spaghetti sauce: it'd cook all day long on the stove top, tasted like heaven, and was way better than anything at as store. While I'm sure the majority of it came from a jar, the love that bubbled through the red sauce reminds me of home. I've attempted to duplicate the recipe countless times. Fail, each time. Nothing will ever be like moms. The meatballs are baking in the oven. I loaded them with mushrooms, cheese, garlic, and breadcrumbs. On the stove is the red sauce with mushrooms, olives, more garlic, and special seasoning.

Also baking away in the oven is a meatloaf. It…

15 more minutes

Happy Thursday.

Al Roker just asked a young girl if the person standing next to her was her brother ... nope, it was her sister. Poor Al. Poor little girl. Hope she doens't remember this tomorrow. Traumatic.

A beg bug invasio999999999999n is taking over the country. Can you believe this? No one wants that nasty stuff in your bed.99999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999
- sorry about those 9s, Jake Ryan put his head on the keyboard - clearly he wanted to say hello.


More Jake ... whoops

When I got up this morning, it looked like the house was encompassed in fog. The humidity is so thick today that every window was coveredwith a layer of moisture. I absolutely love the heat and the summer. I know if a few months we'll be bundled up and even more months beyond that we'll be longing for the warmth. It's like we're always missing something we've had and looking forward to what's to come. I when it comes to weather I totally…


Okay - so here's the deal. I'm committing myself to writing for at least 15 minutes a day. Now...some will just be ramblings, others will be wonderful (of course). So I'm not going to keep posting to my FB fan page - or should I? It's the fine line of overexposing yourself and reminding readers you're out there.

We'll see...I am a master planner. I suck at execution and sticking to plans.

This brings me to my first daily topic: Plans. Glorious, glorious plans. I love making plans, laying out how to accomplish a goal, spend a day, run a route. I spend countless minutes deciding exactly how I want things to happen and progress. The second the rubber (or New Balances) hit the road, the plan is out the window.

While logging my daily mileage (3), I started thinking about plans. I planned to start my day at the gym. When I got there about 8:30 a.m., I was on the phone and the lot was filled with mommy-mobiles (SUVs). I skipped and headed to my favorite St…

Worth Celebrating

This morning was horrible. I woke up late, missing boot camp. Once I got to the gym, it was filled with housewives, all hijacking my machines.

With the rain coming down, I headed home and settled into the office. The phone rang about 9:30 a.m. I took a deep breath while walking toward it, knowing it could be "the call."

Sure enough. It was. I'd negotiated last week and was waiting on their reply ... and it came. Exactly the price and time I was wanting.

Starting on September 1, I will start a one-year contract with BP Decatur Works creating their external and internal communications and community outreach plans. Can I get a whoop whoop! When I read the job requirements back in mid-July, it was as if every step I'd ever taken led me to the position. Television, writing, creativity, design, public speaking, working with non-profits, educational outreach, and much more. From job fairs to Decatur Chamber events, I'll get to tell the story of BP's Chemica…

I Do Declare

Just a few random declarations:

I have been known to double dip.

I never wanted to be a rock star, but I like to party like one.

I'd rather lift weights and push my body that way than do cardio.

I love living next door to Mr. Vickers. He always plants a garden in the spring/summer. This season it's tomatoes, some other stuff and sunflowers. I would like to have a garden, but I lack the patience and dedication. I am a "set it and forget it" kind of gal.

I enjoy watching Poncho lick grass.

I love music with words; mostly I just love words.

My list of deal breakers has diminished as I get older. Now it's mostly the major sins.

I imagine being a baby is the most frustrating time in your life, even more than being a teenage girl.

I really do hate the "Real Housewives" series.

I can dig a hole.

We never have to worry about me being addicted to anything - again, I lack dedication.

I love to cook. However, I'm not good at it. Plus anything made by anyone else tastes mu…

Tales from The Front

Morning Surprise
The yard guy showed up about an hour ago ... and when I hear the telltale signs of his arrival, I rush out back to pick up the dogs' toys. Besides writing the check to pay for his services, I feel like this is the least I can do. When I went out back this morning, the dogs had taken a NEW box of 40 tampons outside and had used several as chew toys. Even though I knew no one could see this, I just laughed and hurriedly picked them up. I don't understand why they don't chew on the countless toys I've bought them.

Stop Watching That Crap
Last night I was busy working as the television was broadcasting a marathon of Dateline Investigation stories. Tales of wives done away with because of jealousy, lives torn apart by senseless murders, all shown with a menagerie of wedding pictures, couples smiling as a soundtrack doom plays in the background. Each episode ended with a jury's verdict and a family, that once seemed picture perfect, ruined. After sev…