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weird day, people

Tuesday, November 30th, 2010

It started off normally enough.

Coffee and smoothie. No surprise there, right?

What if I told you it was THE MONSTER SMOOTHIE THAT ATE MANHATTAN?

AND THEN I ATE IT?

No, seriously, it was like 18 oz. It was ridiculous. I loved it. Also, I used cottage cheese instead of yogurt, because I only have expensive yogurt (I’m looking at you Chobani) and I wanted to eat it in a manner in which it deserved. Turns out cottage cheese makes a smoothie taste like a milkshake. It’s magic, I highly recommend it.

Then on the way to school I saw a bumper sticker that said ‘So, how’s that whole ‘hopey-changey’ thing working out for you?’. I was amused for two reasons: 1) because that person is in the wrong county, yo – this is BOULDER. We LIKE Obama here. 2) Because I took this from my car, obviously, and this car was 20 feet in front of me (probably – I suck at that kind of estimating shit), and I was able to blow this up to be almost legible.

CSI is real.

Then, while still in my car, I noticed something. Something weird.

A dent in my forehead.

I hadn’t had a hat on all morning. Where did the dent come from? NO ONE KNOWS. (P.S. I took this picture while at a stop light.) Dent notwithstanding, I made it to class, and then went to the gym.

Where, in an unexpected case of not-a-fun-fact, I found this in the restroom.

Yeah, I took a picture while peeing. For you.

I crammed a full winter outfit into a moderately sized locker, and headed upstairs. Where I was confronted by….

The most depressing gym poster ever.

I guess that it sorta makes sense to teach college kids that booze has calories. Because clearly, engineering students who made it all the way through high school probably think that alcohol is made from calorie free unicorn tears.

Probably.

On my way back to my office, after 4 miles and a upper body workout, I stopped in the quad to take pictures of my lunch.

The only weird thing about this part of the story is me, and I’m basing that solely on the looks the other students were giving me.

More curried turkey salad (with the celery chopped in this time) on a sandwich thin.

The aforementioned pricey yet delicious Chobani, with a little wild honey on top, for dessert.

Then a biscotti leftover from my mom’s thanksgiving contribution. For dessert dessert.

Then class, homework, blah blah blah*.

Then the exact same dinner as last night. Because I’m original like that.

*Also, I watched all eight episodes of this season of Glee. One while doing homework before school, one while on the treadmill, and six between then and now (while doing homework and cooking). HOW did I just start watching this show? WHAT will I do when this episode ends? Wait until next week? Awful. This is why I only watch shows that have finished their run and are available in their entirety on DVD.

Tuesday, November 16th, 2010

I’m not usually one of those people who rags on Mondays. Monday is just a day, man. It’s trying.

Yesterday, though. Yesterday morning may have been enough to turn me forever.

I had this huge project due yesterday at noon, and due to my illness and general slackerness, it wasn’t done when I woke up yesterday. I made his and hers smoothies and dived right in – only to not have it completely done when I left for school.

Cue: nervous breakdown while driving.

Then? My parking lot was closed because they’re digging a hole. What is to be put in said hole? Who can say. A mystery for the ages.  I got the project turned in and sat through class, then headed to my office to do some work. (Why not to run? I think it’s a combination of the quasi-South Beach thing and the cold – I haven’t run in like a week. I intend to try to get in a mile or two today, if at all possible, just to prove that I can.)

When I arrived at my office, I realized that my nervous breakdown had apparently precluded my lunch packing.

Fortunately, I took a couple of these from the Marriott when I was there last week. A Super Cookie, yo.

Basically a sugar bomb, but the food you have on hand is better than no food at all. Plus it was made locally, and I find that sort of charming. (Although why I should find a small business in Denver more appealing than one in Austin or something, I have no idea. It’s not like I know either owner.)

It wasn’t bad, but it was definitely more of a snack than a meal.

I spent two hours in my office working on my National Science Foundation grant application, which is so much fun you have no idea. (SARCASM.) Fortunately I had Monk to keep me company.

Perhaps there is something to this sugar high-low thing. After that cookie, I needed more sugar. Moooorrrreee. So I bought a pumpkin latte. Because, yum. I only drank half on the way home, and I stuck the other half in the fridge.

I know I’ve said this before, but my drive could certainly be uglier, eh?

On my way home, my mom buzzed me and mentioned that one of my aunts and two of my uncles were at her house. They’re all in town emptying out my grandma’s house, which is up for sale after 51 years. (That short lady in the middle is my mom. Apparently there were two different strains of genes in her family, because those two guys on the ends are her brothers.)

I stopped by the library because I’d returned a book without an included CD, and I finally checked out the damn South Beach book. Perhaps an understanding of why I’m doing this will encourage me to actually do so (i.e. no more Super Cookies).

Of course, I don’t understand yet… so I had a Guinness when I finally got home.

Don’t let the door hit you in the ass on the way out, Monday.

wonderwall

Thursday, November 11th, 2010

Oh, yesterday. Ok, there’s this phenomenon wherein you’re not particularly busy on the outside, but your brain is all ‘zoom zoom zoom’, and it wears you out. And by you I mean me, because I don’t know if anyone else experiences this. (Do you?) Yesterday was one of those days.

Hurro smoothie. Don’t you look delicious, and not at all like baby vomit.

This smoothie did a MUCH better job of filling me up than my Tuesday version. I have no idea why, but I made it at 8, had my 12 o’clock class and my 1 o’clock meeting, and still wasn’t hungry. The only difference was that I added yogurt. Oh, and ground flax and some pumkpin pie spices. I wonder if it was the flax?

I did eat several handfuls that look like this while on campus. Because, cashews? Basically the nuts that god would eat, were god a nut eater.

Also?

Just reminding you that you’re in the presence of genius. (I hope my project partners aren’t reading this. Guys, if you are, your genius contributed too. Obviously. If you’re not reading this… wait, then who am I talking to?)

Doesn’t it seem like 100% is more than a ‘good job’?

My prof for my 3 PM class got sick, so I came home early and ate some mushrooms and half a chicken breast. Straight out of the fridge with a fork. This south beach thing is making me into a strange eater, y’all.

On the way out of school, I saw this.

I don’t know if this is a band or what, but I love it.

Not that my bumper stickers aren’t cool too.

Then? Can I get a wine wednesday please? All together now. (It was Crockett’s idea, otherwise I would have forgotten. This is why I love him.)

Yes, I am wearing full on ragamuffin gloves. Yes, I do think they look fantastic.

We camped out at the bar, as per usual. Bread, butter, and bourbon (all for Crockett – not on my diet. Sad.) Cell phone providing updates on the Sabres game.

I have a usual, at The Empire. Calamari salad. Last night, though, we branched out.

I know, I was surprised too.

We split two specials. This was a brussels sprouts salad. It had sliced raw brussels sprouts, frisee (my hands down favorite green), shaved pecorino, and walnuts. It was dressed with olive oil, lemon juice, and salt and pepper.

Crockett hates brussels sprouts, but he ate (ahem more than ahem) half of this without complaint. I dug it, but I think I prefer my sprouts lightly cooked.

Seafood stew. Mussels, squid, mahi mahi, scallops…

…octopus, and chickpeas.

Chickpeas. I don’t know why they were in there, but it totally worked.

I was thisclose to licking the bowl

That wine book is there because I’m trying to talk Crockett into going to wine country with me during Christmas break.

We could basically live here.

bringing avoidance to a new art

Tuesday, November 9th, 2010

I have three programs to write today. In Java.

I hate Java. It’s a stupid language.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

I may or may not be practicing heavy avoidance.

Since I remembered to pick up silken tofu at the store yesterday, I had an option for breakfast that didn’t involve zucchini cakes. Pumpkin smoothie: silken tofu, milk, canned pumpkin, almonds, vanilla, and Splenda. (I think the pumpkin may be against the South Beach rules, but because I don’t want to know, I’m not going to check. Done and done.)

Crockett thinks it looks like something he had to clean off his niece the other day.

Wait, now you’re thinking that too, aren’t you. Shoot. That wasn’t the point.

Oh well.

After I ate, we watched this music video that this DJ made by composing the music on her iPad and shooting video with her iPhone. It’s charming – she gets a boyfriend by ordering a man in the mail who has an interchangable iPad face.

Wow, it sounds less charming when you type it out that way.

Crockett and I decided that doing homework would be ridiculous when we had a handy iPad available!

Scared?

How about now?

You MUST be scared now. If you’re not, you have no soul.

Then I stuck beer stickers all over my new Cisco waterbottle.

At this point, I got nothing.

I guess I have to do homework.

so drink your gin and tonic-ah

Wednesday, November 3rd, 2010

Yes, I am now listening to holiday music.

Yes, I do consider Adam Sandler’s Chanukah song to be holiday music, despite my lack of Jewishness. (This one time, when I had this boyfriend for like EVER, I did almost convert. Which obviously doesn’t count. Plus, we would have broken up anyway and then I would have been like Charlotte. If you don’t know what Charlotte I’m talking about, don’t fret – s’not even a little important.)

I had a big day planned. Big as in: do some homework, do some running, do some voting, rinse, and repeat (except for the last two. Which, if you think about it, is the lamest repeat ever.)

Maida thought that belly rubs sounded like more fun than studying.

While the dignified Cloey watched in disgust. I can just hear her thinking something about ‘prostituting yourself like a common cat’.

I was not swayed by the belly rubs though.

Lunch = falafel that I forgot I had, with hummus and lotsa greens and an apple. It was a sunny gorgeous day, so I temporarily postponed my voting plan to go run.

Sadly, I felt like crap. I seriously blame the blood they drew Monday – I still had vampire victim syndrome. I was supposed to run for 80 minutes, and I made it 30 before I just literally couldn’t go anymore.

Even the sidewalk was disappointed in me. “RUN, Emma, RUN.”

Still, gorgeous. Soon enough I’ll be sloshing through slush.

My voting location is right up the road from my house, so I just walked up there (a meager attempt to avoid passing out, which is what I would have done if I’d gone home from the run.) I stood in line with these lovely folks, and then they made me turn my phone off.

What is that about? What am I going to do, use it to give someone else the right answers?

Success.

And no phone related shenanigans. Mostly because I couldn’t think of any to get up to.

When I got home I tackled my kitchen, because … well, because it looked like this. I also started a pumpkin soup in the crockpot.

Mmmm, overexposed onions.

I didn’t take after pictures of the kitchen or the soup because… I don’t know why. Because I forgot, I guess. Sad.

I did, however, take a picture of the smoothie I made at like 8:30 when I realized my homework had sucked me in and I hadn’t eaten and then all of a sudden had to eat THAT VERY SECOND. You know what I’m talking about.

Then? Bedtime.

Oh, remember this dog? The dignified one?

She found herself a nice comfy spot to wait, and then as soon as I got in bed….

Blammo. All that dignity went right out the window. Silly girl.

zoom zoom

Wednesday, October 27th, 2010

Yesterday, I ran 7 miles for the first time since I started training for this marathon. Probably for the first time since I was in training for my LAST marathon – when I don’t have a goal, I never manage to motivate myself for more than 3 or 4 miles at a time.

I didn’t eat breakfast until late. The longer I put off eating in the morning, the sweeter I want whatever I end up eating to be – does that happen to anyone else? As soon as I got home from Crockett’s (yeah, that’s right – I spend the night and he doesn’t even feed me. Silly boy.) I put together my favorite smoothie – grape nuts, yogurt, frozen cherries, and frozen bananas. Not pictured: milk.

It’s such a pretty color when it’s smooth! I want to paint my bathroom cherry-smoothie-pink. Actually – it may look like pepto bismol pink on a wall, huh? Perhaps not the best color for a bathroom.

My run itself took place on a treadmill, because the winds in Louisville yesterday were averaging 20 mph with gusts of up to 50 mph.

50.

I would have blown away, and that’s no fun for anyone.

Oddly, I picked the treadmill with this view, rather than the one with the view of the mountains. Perhaps I thought that looking at the mountains would make me feel like I was running uphill?

When I got home, I was SO HUNGRY. I ate everything I could get my hands on, without stopping to take pictures. Included was an apple scone, some goat cheese, some raw vegetables, some crackers, and some hummus. I also started a pork green chili, for the rest of the week.

Pork Green Chili Stew Tomato Gigantic Crockpot of Goodness

1-1.25 pounds of stew pork
1-2 Tbs canola or corn oil
30 oz roasted green chiles (this is available in the freezer section of my grocery store in hot or mild, if your farmers markets (like mine) are over)
28 oz can diced tomatoes in tomato juice
2 cups stock (I used vegetable, but chicken would be good too)
3 Tbs flour
3 cloves garlic, finely chopped
salt
pepper

Heat up the oil in a large pan and add the pork, stirring it frequently to brown the exterior. Add the garlic, flour, and salt and pepper and stir to coat. You’ll see all the flour get absorbed in the outside of the pork, and it will mix with the fat to make a nice brown crust on the bottom of the pan.

Dump the meat into your crockpot* and use the tomatoes to deglaze the pan you cooked the meat in. Dump the tomatoes, chiles, and stock into the crockpot as well, and stir it all up. This will be done in about two hours on high or three on low, but can stay on low for up to 5 hours if you have other stuff to do.

If you don’t have a crockpot, you can cook this on the stove. Just start with a big stockpot.

The tomatoes are a complete departure from what you’d expect to see when pork and green chiles are mixed together. I like them for two reasons. 1) It bulks up the soup for very little money. 2) Sometimes without the tomatoes, the soup tastes more like a sauce to me than a soup.

While it was cooking, I did some homework and went to visit Crockett’s brothers family.

The boys showed me their fort. What you can’t see in this picture is me begging them to sit still for just one second. Just one. A single second.

Never happened.

Their little girl stands still like a pro. As long as she’s more than 10 feet away. If she gets closer than that to me I’m forced to tickle her, and it’s hard to take pictures while tickling. True story.

How anyone manages to take good pictures of children is beyond me. Hat tip to all of you who have done it.

When I got home?

Soup was on!

I like mine with crumbled tortilla chips and grated sharp cheddar.

How was your Tuesday?

Tuesday breakfast

Tuesday, July 27th, 2010

I’m actually (physically) going to work today. That’s right- no leisurely cereal for me, I’m a workin’ lady. Cept for the lady part.
At least, for once, I photoed pre-blend.

Monday (sigh) breakfast

Monday, July 19th, 2010

Five or ten (I should figure that out) more days in which I’ll be slogging breakfast to work with me. Yay.

Peaches, banana, Brown Cow plain yogurt, and Grape Nuts.

Mmmmm.

Friday breakfast

Friday, July 16th, 2010

I forgot to take a picture while I was grinding it all up, but I actually enjoy how this picture illustrates my usual breakfast MO. Smoothie larger than my head sucked down while driving to work.
Today’s iteration contains fresh cherries and a nectarine, yogurt and soymilk, cinnamon, agave nectar, and raw stone cut oats.