This just made my day!

Lee from http://yourcouturekid.blogspot.com/ gave me this award (by the way, I LOVE her blog, you must check it out & follow her immediately!) and it has totally made my day! It is so cool to meet another Jewish mommy blogger! Thank you, Lee---I so do not deserve this, but I appreciate the gesture. Anyway, here are the rules for the award:

1. Thank the person who nominated you for this award.
2. Copy the logo and place it on your blog.
3. Link to the person who nominated you for this award.
4. Name 7 things about yourself that people might find interesting. (see below)
5. Nominate 7 Kreativ Bloggers.
6. Post links to the 7 blogs you nominate.
7. Leave a comment on each of the blogs letting them know they have been nominated.

Now on to the good stuff...awarding the award! But you have to bear with me because I'm so ridiculously terrible at inserting the links and doing the fancy stuff! The links are here, but they don't look pretty. Melanie (The Reluctant Housewife on the list below) is helping me, but I'm a slow learner)

Now for the 7 things about me. Hmmm.
  1. I need my sleep. Lots of it. I am lame and my butt is in bed by about 10 p.m.
  2. I have a terrible sweet tooth--cookies, cupcakes, chocolate, ice cream...food is my friend!
  3. I wish I had a talent. Juggling does NOT count.
  4. I have a slight case of OCD when it comes to my house & keeping it neat.
  5. But I'm working on this and I have gotten better about purposely leaving dishes in the kitchen sink on occasion. But it bugs me.
  6. I do not like bell peppers, cilantro, or tomatoes. I will eat things with tomatoes in them, I just don't like to eat actual tomatoes.
  7. I was having a crappy weekend until I got this award from Lee. Thank you, LEE!!!!


Funky Mama

Funky Mama played last weekend & we were the first to arrive. She graciously indulged us--let us chat, take pictures, and meet her new guitar, Candy!

The girls were a little shy at first, but SO EXCITED to talk to her up close...

What is this?

This not-so-little guy greeted me just outside the back door this morning. If he had been brownish-black, I'd have quickly shrieked, "ROACH!" but this is not one. In fact, I don't know that I've seen a single roach since we moved to Kansas City just over five years ago. Regardless, I grabbed the camera quickly, then left him in peace. What are you?

Who Dat?!

Here are my little Saints/Who Dat fans sporting their shirts from GiGi. It's SO HARD to get a decent shot of the two of them together & all they wanted to do this morning was make goofy faces. Oh well!


Random thoughts on a rainy day

Sometimes I can't help but think there's no greater indignity than standing out in the pouring rain holding an umbrella over one's doggie while he has diarrhea.

I suppose many people would just let their doggies have diarrhea in the rain and not worry about it, but I felt bad for said doggie and moreover I just paid a small fortune for him to be groomed and bathed yesterday.

And then, of course, the resulting futility when one tries to scoop up the doggie diarrhea from the yard.

Why scoop, you may ask. Well, I have little children who like to frolic in the yard. And I think if someone stepped in doggie doo (fresh or otherwise), I'd feel compelled to throw away that tainted pair of shoes. So gross.

I often wonder what Monster, our mini poodle, thinks of me as I hover over him while he poops, checking my plastic bag for holes as I pull it over my hand. Surely he must imagine himself some sort of deity as I bow down to handle his droppings.

I also often wonder what the neighbors think of me.... do they peek out of their windows while I'm traipsing about in the yard with a handful of plastic bags, muttering curse words under my breath like some crazy lady?


A copycat once again...

I am again copying Melanie's (http://adventuresofthereluctanthousewife.blogspot.com) new post idea...

I am turning 33 at the end of this month. And since all 8 of you are clearly so fascinated by me, I'm going to indulge you (nevermind that this blog in and of itself is already very egocentric) and answer any questions you might have for me about me. That way I'm not just listing random boring facts about myself.

So have at it!

Giada's TO DIE FOR meatloaf

**quick note. This is super easy, DELICIOUS, and fast. You can also feel good about the fact that it's made with turkey rather than ground beef. I have tried & failed (until now!) to find a recipe for tasty turkey meatlof. But Giada de Laurentiis has gone & done it. You will love it, I promise. Now go forth & cook!


1/2 cup plain dried bread crumbs
1/4 cup chopped flat-leaf parsley
2 large eggs, lightly beaten
2 tablespoons whole milk
1/2 cup grated Romano
1/4 cup chopped sun-dried tomatoes
3/4 teaspoon salt
3/4 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
1 pound ground turkey, preferably dark meat
10 ounces sliced pancetta, about 10 slices
3 cups arugula, about 3 ounces
1 cup mayonnaise
4 to 6 Italian rolls


Preheat the oven to 375 degrees F.

In a large bowl, stir together the bread crumbs, parsley, eggs, milk, cheese, sun-dried tomatoes, salt, and pepper. Add the turkey and gently stir to combine, being careful not to overwork the meat.

On a baking sheet lined with parchment paper, lay out the pancetta, overlapping the slices, into a large rectangle shape. In the middle of the rectangle, place the turkey mixture, shaping into a loaf. Using the parchment paper, wrap the pancetta up and around the turkey loaf to cover completely. Squeeze the parchment-covered loaf with your hands to secure the pancetta and solidify the shape of the loaf. While still covered in parchment, bake the loaf until the internal temperature reaches 165 degrees F on an instant-read thermometer, about 45 minutes.
Remove from the oven and let cool.

In a blender, combine the arugula and the mayonnaise and process until smooth. Store in the refrigerator until ready to serve.
To make the sandwiches, slice the rolls and spread with the arugula mayonnaise. Slice the turkey meatloaf and place on the rolls to make sandwiches.

Poetry and my high school English teacher

Here's a poem my high school English teacher handed out to us once. I instantly fell in love with him and the poem. The funny thing is that I think he might've liked me a little bit, too, but obviously that was totally inappropriate and perhaps wishful thinking on my part. One day another girl I had previously considered my friend called me out in front of the class---told everyone I was sleeping with Mr. Brian to score A's on all my papers. Can you imagine?? ME??? Sleeping with a teacher? Anyone who knows me knows that this was utter bunk and in all actuality he was sending flowers to a girl in another class and calling her at home! He eventually got fired when the principal was alerted to the shenanigans.

Anyway, here's the poem:

"Of Fashion" by Everette Maddox
(interesting tidbit: The Everette C. Maddox Memorial Prose & Poetry Reading, held every Sunday in the courtyard at The Maple Leaf, is the longest running poetry reading in North America. The Maple Leaf is an old bar in New Orleans, my beloved hometown.)

If you don't believe life is rhythmic,
Listen late at night: all over the world
Neckties are widening and narrowing.

Lapels are widening and narrowing
Collars are buttoning up and flying loose.
Trouser cuffs are folding and unfolding.
Skirts are rising and falling,
Hair is lengthening and shortening.

Somewhere, in the lamplight
Of an apartment or hotel room we once had,
Your clothes are slipping down again,
My hands are going crazy in your hair,
Our hearts are beating against each other.

Somewhere, surf is hissing.

Somewhere, Dover Beach maybe,
Something fragile and afraid
Is trying to last forever.

Old journals

Today I am going through old journals for inspiration. It makes me sad that I was so full of sadness and angst through what's supposed to be the best time in one's life.

Here's a "Wish List" circa 1992-3 (sophomore/junior years in high school)
To get an "A" in Analysis;
To have friends who care about me;
To not be so incredibly shy;
To be physically fit & less fat;
To have someone to sit with at lunch;
To have a real boyfriend who cares about me;
To get into the college of my choice;
To be one of the "cool" kids;
To be accepted and included;
To get into Honor Society;
To make more friends---REAL ones.


Love at First Bite

I am eating some turkey for lunch & pretending it's last night's leftover pizza. And because that isn't working very well for me, I'm going to distract myself by writing what I hope is an amusing blog post.

For some reason I was just thinking about my first real kiss. No, I don't mean a silly peck during Spin the Bottle; I mean a full-on make out session with my first boyfriend.

My first boyfriend was Scott. He lived down the street from me in Metairie, LA, where I grew up. I think he was a year older...I was 12 at the time. We started "going out," even though that didn't mean very much. I think we rode bikes together and hung out at a mutual friend's house who also lived on our block. Once he came to dinner with me & my family at Bud's Broiler. Man oh Manischewitz do I miss Bud's Broiler! MmmMMMm!!! But that is neither here nor there.

So like I said, I was in sixth grade. And it was a really rough year for me from a social standpoint. I was not a part of the in crowd, I had a huge Jewish nose and these giant eyebrows like caterpillars (wait, I still have those...). I was wearing a training bra & had nothing to put in it. I don't know why, but my parents suggested I have a party at the end of the school year. Perhaps because I'd had a rough time of it and maybe they thought it would help smooth things over with the other kids. So I had a swimming party at our house and invited the whole class. Surprisingly most of them showed up (I think they came because it was a pool party and maybe they were curious about where I lived and all that), I think there were probably 30 kids total including me and Scott.

My mom got me a new bathing suit for the occasion. It was technically a one piece, but it showed my stomach. It was cut out in the middle but connected on each side by an obnoxious pink bow. The top was white and had "Beach Patrol" printed across it with a beach ball underneath. The bottom was modest and pink. I thought I was so cool. Little did I know a lot of the other girls would show up with bikinis, complete with actual breasts inside.

So we're swimming, we're goofing off, I'm high on the fact that cool kids are at my house, my party, swimming in my pool. A few couples start sneaking off to make out by the garage. Eventually someone leaks the fact that although Scott and I are supposedly dating, we've never really kissed (i.e. no tongue). Then everyone starts making fun of me and goading me. I don't want to look bad in front of the cool kids; however, my parents are just inside the house watching tv in the sun room, which looks out onto the pool. My brothers are in there too. They can see everything.

I whisper with a few of the girls and they/we decide that if everyone makes a big circle around Scott and me that my parents will be unable to see anything that happens in the middle of said circle. Scott and I are in the middle now. I'm suddenly cold and my teeth are chattering. I want to hop out of the pool and hide somewhere. I feel like I'm going to be sick. But everyone is chanting for us to kiss. I can't not do it. So we inch a little closer. And after an eternity, our lips meet. Everything is fine (albeit a little sloppy) for a few seconds. Then Scott pulls away from me sharply and puts his hand to his mouth.

"Ouch! You bit me!" he exclaims. Shrieks of laughter all around. I blush furiously. And that's really all I remember except that this was the end of Scott and me.



Food is an obsession of mine. I love it. It's a big problem, especially given my thyroid issues lately.

And we have a wedding to attend next month in DC. Have no idea what I'll wear or even what still fits me at this point. Nevermind that I can't exercise much for the moment. So I'm trying (really hard this time) to curb my bad eating habits, to stop eating when I'm full, eat fewer carbs, and eat more organic things. I've basically kicked my Diet Coke habit and am so happy. This doesn't mean I've totally obliterated caffeine; I sometimes have some iced tea or a few sips of coffee, but no more carbonated beverages.

For breakfast I'm trying to do cottage cheese with fruit or a few scrambled eggs with whole wheat toast. Sometimes oatmeal with fruit (oatmeal is my fave, but more carbs than I should have). The cold cereal has to go, as much as I love it. I also got some Kashi waffles and may spread a tablespoon of peanut butter on one. My biggest problem is protein, methinks. I don't feel full for very long. So I need to focus on nuts, grains, fiber(as in fruit), dairy (yogurt, milk, cheese)--things that will stick to my ribs.

For lunch I do a lot of soup, turkey roll-ups, or sometimes Smart Ones frozen things to break up the routine a bit. And dinner is whatever I'm cooking. My other big problem is eating late at night due to a dessert addiction. We regularly resort to Skinny Cow ice cream cones around 8 p.m. or so after we get the kids to bed. A little sweet treat/reward. While those cones are touted as "healthy," "low-cal," etc., it doesn't change the fact that it's more food I don't really need to put in my mouth to begin with, especially that late at night.

Best-laid plans. I always start out great, but if I deny myself too much, I binge. It's not pretty. But I am also trying to stick with a real food diary this time--documenting every single morsel I put in my mouth. Because when you look at everything you've eaten in a given day/week, it can shock you.

Would love to hear any comments/tips/suggestions/thoughts/miracles you might have to share!

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