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Chicken Cordon Blu
11 years ago
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Monday, September 29, 2008
Food
I obviously have a theme on the blog thing. Yesturday, dieting and today, food. It really isn't related though.
It is no secret that I love to eat. I love trying new food and going to eat in funky places. I live for that stuff.
So today, the boys and I are running errands and I ask them what they want for dinner. I give them the options Chinese or Indian. Quinten, bless his little heart, says Indian! I say okay and pull into the parking lot. Now the only reason that we didn't eat at home was because I didn't take anything out of the freezer, oh, and I love to use my Entertainment book. So we go inside and Quinten yells out "Something in here smells good!" Well, that made me optimistic.
We sit down, I open the menu and I am lost. I have no idea. The waiter would have helped if I had been able to understand him. I randomly picked two things and hoped for the best.
When it comes the boys immediately say that it looks nasty and they aren't gonna eat it. Great. So I pushed alittle and they throw a huge fit, yelling that the food is gross and that it's two thumbs down. I was so embarressed. I didn't know what to do, other then take the quickest route out of there. I read those boys the riot act.
I couldn't believe that they said those things! I took it personal because I am trying really hard to expose the boys to different cultures, so they aren't brought up in a non-diverse, uptight kind of household. Most importantly, that they, themselves don't become bigits or have prejudices. So we get home and they get yogurt for dinner.
I obviously need to find people who share my need to try new things, since David won't ever do that! I know that kids aren't very daring when they are young, but hopefully this isn't a sign of things to come.
It is no secret that I love to eat. I love trying new food and going to eat in funky places. I live for that stuff.
So today, the boys and I are running errands and I ask them what they want for dinner. I give them the options Chinese or Indian. Quinten, bless his little heart, says Indian! I say okay and pull into the parking lot. Now the only reason that we didn't eat at home was because I didn't take anything out of the freezer, oh, and I love to use my Entertainment book. So we go inside and Quinten yells out "Something in here smells good!" Well, that made me optimistic.
We sit down, I open the menu and I am lost. I have no idea. The waiter would have helped if I had been able to understand him. I randomly picked two things and hoped for the best.
When it comes the boys immediately say that it looks nasty and they aren't gonna eat it. Great. So I pushed alittle and they throw a huge fit, yelling that the food is gross and that it's two thumbs down. I was so embarressed. I didn't know what to do, other then take the quickest route out of there. I read those boys the riot act.
I couldn't believe that they said those things! I took it personal because I am trying really hard to expose the boys to different cultures, so they aren't brought up in a non-diverse, uptight kind of household. Most importantly, that they, themselves don't become bigits or have prejudices. So we get home and they get yogurt for dinner.
I obviously need to find people who share my need to try new things, since David won't ever do that! I know that kids aren't very daring when they are young, but hopefully this isn't a sign of things to come.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Dieting
Now, this is an ugly topic, I know. It has really been bothering me lately. I feel better writing it down and sharing, so here it goes.....
My weight problem started in junior high when I was less then 5 feet tall and weighed about 130 pounds. It was a pre-puberty thing and it came off, but it did worry my Mom. That was the earliest memory of being chubby and having a Mom who took special concern with it.
So I was fine through high school, participating in sports and enjoying physical activity. When I decided to become a police officer, I really buckled down and got in really good shape. It was a combination of that and dealing with a bad relationship/break up. At one point my Mom asked my sister if I had a "special" job due to the amount of work I was putting into my appearance. Me, a stripper? I am far too vain! I still think that is funny!
When I started the academy I weighed 120 pounds and was actually pretty weak. I would get tired in church holding a hymnal for three minutes.
During academy, I gained 15 pounds! How that happens, I don't know. I was averaging close to 5 miles, 200 push-ups (man style), 300 sit-ups and crunches and countless hours of arm circles in a single day! Okay, so I do know how one gains that weight. I went out 2 or 3 times a week and ate high calorie food and a lot of beer! But, I was in good shape and was not concerned with my figure. In fact, I look back at picutres of myself and say "bitch" under my breath. Most of us only do that to others!
All through my career, I was the same. I could eat like a pig and remain the same weight. I was able to loose a little before my wedding. But on the honeymoon, I gained 10 pounds. I ate, like, 2 dinners every night. Gotta love cruises!
Then a year later, my husband and I decide to get pregnant. That didn't take long and I wasted no time eatting like a starving child from a third world country. I had twice as much food as I ever had before. Two of everything. At night, I ate a pint of Ben and Jerry's, by myself! I would have slapped my husband if he got too close. I don't know how I did it, financially. I was a cow. I gained 65 pounds. A baby is 7!! Oh, but I was told, eat whatever you want now, you will loose it when you beastfeed. That is the biggest crock of shit I have ever heard. I gained even more weight when I nursed!
So anyway, I lost the weight, not all of it, but some, and found that baby two was on his way. Surprise!! So this time I knew that I had to watch it. After I was done being used aa a human bunny, I got on the diet band wagon again.
This time I used medication. Yes, Phentermine. It was legal speed and I was awake like a tweeker for atleast 20 hours a day. I lost the weight and got off the diet. I gained the weight back in two months.
So then I hear about Lipo Dissolve, the miracle sent from God, with relatively no pain. People, I gave birth to a 9 pound baby with no pain meds and this stinking acidic melt-your-fat-away diet, was so much more painful it was ridiculous. I was in bed for three days and couldn't move. I looked like a swarm of wild bees had attacked me. I cried it hurt so bad and I have a very high tolerance for pain. I was told I would need four sessions of that. I'll call you, don't call me!! Hell no!!
The latest and most effective diet has been Weight Watchers, which, in retrospect is AA for fat people. I am held accountable for my weight by strangers, who are encouraging and upbeat. They give you free samples at meetings and keep you on track. Now I have fallen alittle, since I enjoy eatting and believe that I should be able to eat as much as my husband, but that's okay. I really look forward to that "free" day. Now hopefully I can stick with this diet and change my life.
My weight problem started in junior high when I was less then 5 feet tall and weighed about 130 pounds. It was a pre-puberty thing and it came off, but it did worry my Mom. That was the earliest memory of being chubby and having a Mom who took special concern with it.
So I was fine through high school, participating in sports and enjoying physical activity. When I decided to become a police officer, I really buckled down and got in really good shape. It was a combination of that and dealing with a bad relationship/break up. At one point my Mom asked my sister if I had a "special" job due to the amount of work I was putting into my appearance. Me, a stripper? I am far too vain! I still think that is funny!
When I started the academy I weighed 120 pounds and was actually pretty weak. I would get tired in church holding a hymnal for three minutes.
During academy, I gained 15 pounds! How that happens, I don't know. I was averaging close to 5 miles, 200 push-ups (man style), 300 sit-ups and crunches and countless hours of arm circles in a single day! Okay, so I do know how one gains that weight. I went out 2 or 3 times a week and ate high calorie food and a lot of beer! But, I was in good shape and was not concerned with my figure. In fact, I look back at picutres of myself and say "bitch" under my breath. Most of us only do that to others!
All through my career, I was the same. I could eat like a pig and remain the same weight. I was able to loose a little before my wedding. But on the honeymoon, I gained 10 pounds. I ate, like, 2 dinners every night. Gotta love cruises!
Then a year later, my husband and I decide to get pregnant. That didn't take long and I wasted no time eatting like a starving child from a third world country. I had twice as much food as I ever had before. Two of everything. At night, I ate a pint of Ben and Jerry's, by myself! I would have slapped my husband if he got too close. I don't know how I did it, financially. I was a cow. I gained 65 pounds. A baby is 7!! Oh, but I was told, eat whatever you want now, you will loose it when you beastfeed. That is the biggest crock of shit I have ever heard. I gained even more weight when I nursed!
So anyway, I lost the weight, not all of it, but some, and found that baby two was on his way. Surprise!! So this time I knew that I had to watch it. After I was done being used aa a human bunny, I got on the diet band wagon again.
This time I used medication. Yes, Phentermine. It was legal speed and I was awake like a tweeker for atleast 20 hours a day. I lost the weight and got off the diet. I gained the weight back in two months.
So then I hear about Lipo Dissolve, the miracle sent from God, with relatively no pain. People, I gave birth to a 9 pound baby with no pain meds and this stinking acidic melt-your-fat-away diet, was so much more painful it was ridiculous. I was in bed for three days and couldn't move. I looked like a swarm of wild bees had attacked me. I cried it hurt so bad and I have a very high tolerance for pain. I was told I would need four sessions of that. I'll call you, don't call me!! Hell no!!
The latest and most effective diet has been Weight Watchers, which, in retrospect is AA for fat people. I am held accountable for my weight by strangers, who are encouraging and upbeat. They give you free samples at meetings and keep you on track. Now I have fallen alittle, since I enjoy eatting and believe that I should be able to eat as much as my husband, but that's okay. I really look forward to that "free" day. Now hopefully I can stick with this diet and change my life.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Moving
So most of you know about this house thing, but I haven't written everything yet. So here it goes.
We were given about a week to get packed and move. Now let me explain. I had been packing for a couple months. Cleaning out the house and putting things in boxes that weren't used on a day to day basis. Partially for showing the house and looking down the line to move. Now I would have packed more, but my husband, told me to stop because there wasn't going to be anything left. I didn't pack his garage or his office, so they were untouched come moving day.
So moving day comes and I am completely ready or so I think, but everyone that was going to help-totally canceled! Hello!! So that was stressful. The next stressful thing was the freaking cost of moving. The truck, the paying for everyone to eat all day (because they are doing this for free), and the gas. We moved and it wnt relatively smooth.
So, you think that since you are "moved" that everything after that is smooth? Well, not in this case. The house had been a college rental house for several young girls. It was seriously nasty. I scrubbed this house from top to bottom and still itched when I walked in the door. I used an entire vacuum bag to get the nasty stuff from the carpet, which appeared to not have been cleaned for about 2 years. We had to paint the main living areas because they were stripped with dirt. I opened the garbage can in the backyard and it smelled like a frat house-beer and liquor! Gross. We ripped out all the landscaping in the front yard, minus the lawn. It seemed to never end.
Anyway, we are still unpacking. I want to bake and make this feel like home, but I can't because I don't have my cookbooks yet. As time goes on I love it more and more. I am able to walk Gavin to school and take the boys on bike rides. We are walking distance from my parents. We are in Fresno-the biggest factor of all and we are grateful! Thanks to all for your prayers and support during this time!
We were given about a week to get packed and move. Now let me explain. I had been packing for a couple months. Cleaning out the house and putting things in boxes that weren't used on a day to day basis. Partially for showing the house and looking down the line to move. Now I would have packed more, but my husband, told me to stop because there wasn't going to be anything left. I didn't pack his garage or his office, so they were untouched come moving day.
So moving day comes and I am completely ready or so I think, but everyone that was going to help-totally canceled! Hello!! So that was stressful. The next stressful thing was the freaking cost of moving. The truck, the paying for everyone to eat all day (because they are doing this for free), and the gas. We moved and it wnt relatively smooth.
So, you think that since you are "moved" that everything after that is smooth? Well, not in this case. The house had been a college rental house for several young girls. It was seriously nasty. I scrubbed this house from top to bottom and still itched when I walked in the door. I used an entire vacuum bag to get the nasty stuff from the carpet, which appeared to not have been cleaned for about 2 years. We had to paint the main living areas because they were stripped with dirt. I opened the garbage can in the backyard and it smelled like a frat house-beer and liquor! Gross. We ripped out all the landscaping in the front yard, minus the lawn. It seemed to never end.
Anyway, we are still unpacking. I want to bake and make this feel like home, but I can't because I don't have my cookbooks yet. As time goes on I love it more and more. I am able to walk Gavin to school and take the boys on bike rides. We are walking distance from my parents. We are in Fresno-the biggest factor of all and we are grateful! Thanks to all for your prayers and support during this time!
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Date night
So last night was David and my first date night in the last several months-atleast. So I am so excited I can hardly control myself. The plan is, we go to El Torito for drinks for a friends birthday and then head to Five for dinner and whatever after. Remember, that was the "plan".
Well, that morning we call the rental management company in Visalia to make an appointment for them to come look at our house to put it for rent. Well, they say "we will be out today". Today? We still had cleaning stuff in the kitchen and paint cans in the laundry room. David called his parents to pick it up real quick before the guy got there. That all worked out, but the rental guy left paperwork for us on the counter. So, instead of having a wonderful time out with our friends, we had to drive to Visalia and pick up those papers. Turns out the papers could have waited. Nice $30 trip that wasn't needed!
So we get to Five right when our reservation was made for. We sit down and eat and it was delicious. I was very impressed. We gave our ghetto-fabulous gift certificate and ate for just over $35. So afterward we were going to meet up with friends at the Elbow Room, but they canceled. We called all kinds of friends, but no luck. Don't get me wrong, I love to hang out with just David, but we had been in a car for 2 hours and talked about everything already. So we decided to walk across the parking lot and go to Sequoia Brewing Company and have a couple beers.
We walked in and sat at the bar and I had the best beer of my life. The IPA! I would strongly suggest everyone to try it. David hated it, but he is a snob and really only likes Newcastle. So we people watched and visited for an hour and came home. We were home by 9:30. That is so early! I felt like such a looser because it should have been the night we stay out until midnight, waking up the next morning thinking that I can't do that again for a long time. Instead I felt like I could have one of those nights once a week, Oh well.
So now, David and sleeping and I am sitting with my boys on the couch watching Transformers cartoons and drinking coffee.
So was it a success? Yes. Anytime I can go out with David, hold hands and go back to that good ol' feeling I will. It reminds me of why, in my eyes, he's the best person alive and why we fell in love to begin with.
Well, that morning we call the rental management company in Visalia to make an appointment for them to come look at our house to put it for rent. Well, they say "we will be out today". Today? We still had cleaning stuff in the kitchen and paint cans in the laundry room. David called his parents to pick it up real quick before the guy got there. That all worked out, but the rental guy left paperwork for us on the counter. So, instead of having a wonderful time out with our friends, we had to drive to Visalia and pick up those papers. Turns out the papers could have waited. Nice $30 trip that wasn't needed!
So we get to Five right when our reservation was made for. We sit down and eat and it was delicious. I was very impressed. We gave our ghetto-fabulous gift certificate and ate for just over $35. So afterward we were going to meet up with friends at the Elbow Room, but they canceled. We called all kinds of friends, but no luck. Don't get me wrong, I love to hang out with just David, but we had been in a car for 2 hours and talked about everything already. So we decided to walk across the parking lot and go to Sequoia Brewing Company and have a couple beers.
We walked in and sat at the bar and I had the best beer of my life. The IPA! I would strongly suggest everyone to try it. David hated it, but he is a snob and really only likes Newcastle. So we people watched and visited for an hour and came home. We were home by 9:30. That is so early! I felt like such a looser because it should have been the night we stay out until midnight, waking up the next morning thinking that I can't do that again for a long time. Instead I felt like I could have one of those nights once a week, Oh well.
So now, David and sleeping and I am sitting with my boys on the couch watching Transformers cartoons and drinking coffee.
So was it a success? Yes. Anytime I can go out with David, hold hands and go back to that good ol' feeling I will. It reminds me of why, in my eyes, he's the best person alive and why we fell in love to begin with.
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