A= Attached or Single: Attached
B= Best Friend: spouse
C= Cake or Pie: Cake
D= Day of Choice: Saturday
E= Essential Item: internet
F= Flavor of Ice Cream: Chocolate
G= Gummy Bears or Worms: Gummy NOTHING
H= Hometown: somewhere on Long Island ;)
I= Indulgence: CHOCOLATE
J= January or July: January
K= Kids: one girl
L= Last movie I saw at a theater: no idea
M= Musician: Elvis
N= Number of Siblings: 1
O= Oranges or Apples: Apples
P= Phobias or Fears: i'm afraid of the unknown
Q= Quote: There is a difference between having something to say and having something worth saying.
R= Reason to Smile: Love
S= Season: Winter
T= Tag: NO one... continue at your own risk!
U= Unknown fact: I can use either my left or my right hand for A LOT of things.
V= vegetarian or oppressor of Animals: no veggies for me thankyouverymuch!
W= Worst habit: correcting other people
X= Xray or Ultrasound: I've had more ultrasounds than any other person alive!!!
Y= Your favorite food: Italian
Z= Zodiac sign: Taurus
Showing posts with label about me. Show all posts
Showing posts with label about me. Show all posts
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Monday, June 16, 2008
Do you think this is excessive?
I am currently carrying all of these packs of gum in my pocketbook (pag, purse, whatever you call it).
More posts coming soon!
I promise! :D
Monday, April 07, 2008
Really? Am I ready? Am I really ready?
Do you know what that picture means?
It means that I have reached a small goal that I had set for myself.
It means that starting this week, today actually, C and I begin training.
It means that I am going to try to become a runner.
The pink ones are mine, (of course) and the other ones belong to C.
Here's the whole story:
At the end of 2006, I decided that I was tired of being HUGE. I made a great effort to lose weight by watching what I was eating but I wasn't exercising. The day that I stepped on the scale and realized that I had lost 25 pounds, was also the day that I found out that I was pregnant. Seriously, not cool. The excitement of the weight loss was totally overshadowed by the realization that I was soon going to be gaining weight, rapidly. I actually didn't gain a whole lot of pregnancy weight. To this date, going from my 'heavy' weight (prebaby) to now, I've lost 33 pounds.
Around the beginning of 2007, some of my friends started their own get healthy plan and began walking, not too long after that they began running, training for a 5k to be exact. I was so jealous. (There. I've said it.) I really was. There is just no other word for it. I so badly wanted to run with them. It fit into my schedule, (no job, I could deal w/the early morning thing b/c I could go back to bed. :D ) it fit into my new outlook on getting healthy. It just didn't fit in with the fact that I had just found out that I was 8 weeks pregnant. I was so bummed. I loved, yet hated hearing their running stories. I loved it b/c it kept me excited, it kept me wanting to strive to be healthier, I also loved hearing their success stories, for 2 reasons, one b/c they are my friends and I rejoiced in their successes and 2 b/c I kept thinking that it was going to be me someday. I hated it b/c (WARNING: HONESTY AHEAD!) I really was jealous. Jealous of the time they got to spend together, and jealous that they were getting healthier and I was just getting bigger and bigger (I know it was a baby but still it was hard for me) and that meant that they would be leaps and bounds ahead of me and I'd have to do it on my own now. (I'm really taking a risk putting this out there, b/c I know they read this. But I've decided that it's ok for me to be honest with my friends, and if its not, well, then guess I was wrong about the whole 'friends' thing.) So, now, I'm not pregnant anymore and I have a BEAUTIFUL and ADORABLE 7 month old to prove it. I had decided that once I got to a certain weight that I would start my training. And since I usually don't do anything without C, he's starting too. The other night we went to the store and tried on about 17 different pairs of running shoes and decided on the ones pictured above. Of course, they didn't have our sizes so we had to have them ordered. We picked them up on Saturday and we are starting tomorrow b/c I just remembered that I have a ladies meeting tonight.
~Til next time!
It means that I have reached a small goal that I had set for myself.
It means that starting this week, today actually, C and I begin training.
It means that I am going to try to become a runner.
The pink ones are mine, (of course) and the other ones belong to C.
Here's the whole story:
At the end of 2006, I decided that I was tired of being HUGE. I made a great effort to lose weight by watching what I was eating but I wasn't exercising. The day that I stepped on the scale and realized that I had lost 25 pounds, was also the day that I found out that I was pregnant. Seriously, not cool. The excitement of the weight loss was totally overshadowed by the realization that I was soon going to be gaining weight, rapidly. I actually didn't gain a whole lot of pregnancy weight. To this date, going from my 'heavy' weight (prebaby) to now, I've lost 33 pounds.
Around the beginning of 2007, some of my friends started their own get healthy plan and began walking, not too long after that they began running, training for a 5k to be exact. I was so jealous. (There. I've said it.) I really was. There is just no other word for it. I so badly wanted to run with them. It fit into my schedule, (no job, I could deal w/the early morning thing b/c I could go back to bed. :D ) it fit into my new outlook on getting healthy. It just didn't fit in with the fact that I had just found out that I was 8 weeks pregnant. I was so bummed. I loved, yet hated hearing their running stories. I loved it b/c it kept me excited, it kept me wanting to strive to be healthier, I also loved hearing their success stories, for 2 reasons, one b/c they are my friends and I rejoiced in their successes and 2 b/c I kept thinking that it was going to be me someday. I hated it b/c (WARNING: HONESTY AHEAD!) I really was jealous. Jealous of the time they got to spend together, and jealous that they were getting healthier and I was just getting bigger and bigger (I know it was a baby but still it was hard for me) and that meant that they would be leaps and bounds ahead of me and I'd have to do it on my own now. (I'm really taking a risk putting this out there, b/c I know they read this. But I've decided that it's ok for me to be honest with my friends, and if its not, well, then guess I was wrong about the whole 'friends' thing.) So, now, I'm not pregnant anymore and I have a BEAUTIFUL and ADORABLE 7 month old to prove it. I had decided that once I got to a certain weight that I would start my training. And since I usually don't do anything without C, he's starting too. The other night we went to the store and tried on about 17 different pairs of running shoes and decided on the ones pictured above. Of course, they didn't have our sizes so we had to have them ordered. We picked them up on Saturday and we are starting tomorrow b/c I just remembered that I have a ladies meeting tonight.
~Til next time!
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
I don't even know what to say.
Let it be known that, I do not consider myself to be inept in the kitchen. I feel that I can hold my own. New recipes do not scare me. I actually volunteer to teach a high school boys class how to cook! The pictures that I am about to post will totally belie the information that I have just shared with you.
First of all, I saw this recipe on another blog, it sounded good, she's mentioned foods in the past and seems to be a big fan of the stuff, so when she said this was a GOOD pound cake and even posted the recipe to prove it, I figured she had to know what she was talking about. Plus she's from the south, and well, it has been my experience that every good southern girl knows how to make dessert!
Let me begin with, the girl was in a wonderful mood, she had slept until 1pm; allowing me ample time on the computer, which always makes me happy. However, I did not feel so great, I had a slight headache and my stomach was not happy. (It still feels kind of 'off' today too.) But I was going to push on!
I plopped the girl in her (new!) highchair, and got myself ready to bake.
Here is my helper:
(Also known as Superbaby, b/c she tends to wear her bib as a cape)
Isn't that the coolest highchair EVER? I mean, COME ON! It's ORANGE!!!!
Got my butter, shortening, and sugar in the mixer; they are creaming together nicely.
Still no trouble from the girl, so I carried on.
Got the batter finished up, (with a few deviations from the recipe b/c sometimes I am just too far ahead of myself, just don't tell BooMama's Mama that I didn't stir in the baking powder w/a fork [gasp!] AND I totally forgot about the milk until the very end, so it went in last.) Poured the batter into the pan, now here is probably where I made my biggest error. The 'pan' was called a 'tube pan' in the original recipe, there was even a link to a website to show you what it looked like and/or to purchase one for yourself. I have a pan that looks A LOT like the one in the picture, so I figured I was good to go. I sprayed Baker's Joy (another deviation from 'THE RECIPE') on my 'tube pan', filled her up and set it in the oven. I should be good for almost an hour and a half. HOWEVER....
Not too long after, I smell 'a smell'. It was kinda good, like the wonderful aroma of a baking cake, but also kinda bad, like the smell of something burning. This continued for a few minutes before I decided to go check things out. This is what I found:
WHAT in the world????????????? How did that happen?????
Apparently there is a difference between a tube pan and an angel food cake pan. (Guess what I ordered from amazon this morning? yep, a tube pan.) *note the edit at bottom of post*
I persevered though, I yanked that puppy out of the oven, put it on a sheet pan and shoved it right back in! Of course, I cleaned up the spilled batter first. It was actually quite easy, see the burned smell I was smelling... yeah that was the batter actually burning, ya know, so it's all nice and crispy on the bottom. I just used a spatula and got it right up, just like a pancake!
After about 90 minutes in the oven, this is what I got.
and it was still yummy. C said that I should make that again 'real soon', without the mess up. He also didn't want to take a piece to work today b/c he said he felt bad b/c he couldn't share 'the yumminess' with everyone else. He did ask for me to make one the next time he has to bring breakfast in.
*****EDIT!
It was pointed out to me that in the reviews of the 'tube pan' it says it is in 2 pieces and leaks!
I cancelled my order. Guess I'll have to find one at BB&B.
First of all, I saw this recipe on another blog, it sounded good, she's mentioned foods in the past and seems to be a big fan of the stuff, so when she said this was a GOOD pound cake and even posted the recipe to prove it, I figured she had to know what she was talking about. Plus she's from the south, and well, it has been my experience that every good southern girl knows how to make dessert!
Let me begin with, the girl was in a wonderful mood, she had slept until 1pm; allowing me ample time on the computer, which always makes me happy. However, I did not feel so great, I had a slight headache and my stomach was not happy. (It still feels kind of 'off' today too.) But I was going to push on!
I plopped the girl in her (new!) highchair, and got myself ready to bake.
Here is my helper:
(Also known as Superbaby, b/c she tends to wear her bib as a cape)
Isn't that the coolest highchair EVER? I mean, COME ON! It's ORANGE!!!!
Got my butter, shortening, and sugar in the mixer; they are creaming together nicely.
Still no trouble from the girl, so I carried on.
Got the batter finished up, (with a few deviations from the recipe b/c sometimes I am just too far ahead of myself, just don't tell BooMama's Mama that I didn't stir in the baking powder w/a fork [gasp!] AND I totally forgot about the milk until the very end, so it went in last.) Poured the batter into the pan, now here is probably where I made my biggest error. The 'pan' was called a 'tube pan' in the original recipe, there was even a link to a website to show you what it looked like and/or to purchase one for yourself. I have a pan that looks A LOT like the one in the picture, so I figured I was good to go. I sprayed Baker's Joy (another deviation from 'THE RECIPE') on my 'tube pan', filled her up and set it in the oven. I should be good for almost an hour and a half. HOWEVER....
Not too long after, I smell 'a smell'. It was kinda good, like the wonderful aroma of a baking cake, but also kinda bad, like the smell of something burning. This continued for a few minutes before I decided to go check things out. This is what I found:
WHAT in the world????????????? How did that happen?????
Apparently there is a difference between a tube pan and an angel food cake pan. (Guess what I ordered from amazon this morning? yep, a tube pan.) *note the edit at bottom of post*
I persevered though, I yanked that puppy out of the oven, put it on a sheet pan and shoved it right back in! Of course, I cleaned up the spilled batter first. It was actually quite easy, see the burned smell I was smelling... yeah that was the batter actually burning, ya know, so it's all nice and crispy on the bottom. I just used a spatula and got it right up, just like a pancake!
After about 90 minutes in the oven, this is what I got.
and it was still yummy. C said that I should make that again 'real soon', without the mess up. He also didn't want to take a piece to work today b/c he said he felt bad b/c he couldn't share 'the yumminess' with everyone else. He did ask for me to make one the next time he has to bring breakfast in.
*****EDIT!
It was pointed out to me that in the reviews of the 'tube pan' it says it is in 2 pieces and leaks!
I cancelled my order. Guess I'll have to find one at BB&B.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
huh, imagine that!
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