• Ramblings

    Breakfast. It’s What’s For Breakfast.

    Health and beauty day? Perhaps. I know, the song is a bit of a stretch when I’m going to talk about my delicious breakfast.

    Breakfast

    Hands down my favorite  meal of the day, unless it’s dinner and we’re having steak on the grill. It probably looks a little gross, but I promise you that it is absolutely delicious. Want that?
    Grab yourself a sauté pan and give it a spray with some oil (I use the blue spray -has a name but this ain’t a commercial) and throw in some spinach. As far as I can tell, you can use as much as you like because IT’S SPINACH. Stir that around and while it’s wilting, dice up a Roma tomato. Sometimes I use a half, sometimes a whole, but again I don’t think it matters because IT’S A TOMATO.
    Now that your spinach is wilted, give another non – stick spray and pour in the egg whites. How much? Don’t know. I eyeball that shit. Probably in the neighborhood of a quarter cup though. Here’s where I grind in some sea salt but that’s optional. Once the eggs are almost set, in go the tomatoes. Don’t put them in too soon or they’ll just break down and you’ll only have their skin left.
    I stir that around long enough to knock the chill off the tomatoes and then commence with the face stuffing. Should I have some carbs at breakfast? Yes. But I make up for that later in the day. Now I’m fueled and ready to bang my head against the wall at work.
    I’m no fitness guru, so don’t take my word as gospel, okay? Just saying this works for me. I try to eat at intervals of around 3 hours. So around 7, 10, 1, 4, and 7. Breakfast is hands down the best meal of my day.
    Enough about food. (Wanna know more? Leave a comment or message me directly – you probably know how.) Let’s talk the other part for a minute.
    WATER! There just isn’t a way to stress enough how important it is. I seriously had pretty awful skin until about 10 years ago when I started hydrating on a regular basis. It worked wonders although the dermatologist probably helped too. So don’t leave your face thirsty or dirty!
    I’m not huge on makeup but I’ll put on some foundation and Burt’s Bees before work so I don’t startle people. By the time evening shower rolls around, I’m sure that most of that makeup is gone, but I wash regardless.
    I’m finding now that twice daily washing isn’t always enough. I’m gonna guess that due to the amount of sweating I do, the cleanser just ain’t getting it all done. Toner to the rescue!
    As I’ve mentioned, I’m not a makeup girl. So perhaps I’m using toner correctly to get all the leftover makeup and dead face off my face, perhaps not. All I can say is that my skin looks and acts much better when it’s as clean as possible. Go ahead. Try it. 🙂
    Let me know what works for you.

  • Ramblings

    Seven Whole Days

    So we’re a week into the new year. Doesn’t it feel like the holidays were already forever ago? No? That’s just me? *Cartman voice* Screw you guys, I’m going home.

    I really do feel like Christmas was forever ago. I suppose that could be because I more or less skipped it this year. I didn’t put up the tree or the village as I wasn’t feeling it (and we weren’t even home the entire week of Christmas, so whom exactly was going to see that work? No one.) Maybe I’ll get back into the swing of things this year, maybe. I guess I’m one of those Scrooge-type people that could seriously do without all the extra stuff, just let me have a couple days off of work.

    Speaking of work, this is new for 2014: I got a promotion. While it isn’t official for another week, I’ll be leading my little team of 2 (and a half) engineers whilst shaking the hands and kissing the babies of other departments. Is it my lifelong dream? No, not exactly, but I can do it and I can do it well, so onward and upward after a rather interesting process of getting to this point. I swear I watched one person in particular do a complete 180 in regards to how said person was acting towards me and my interest in the position. Weirdos.

    Anywho, work schmerk, let’s talk about my breakfast sandwich maker.  I LOVE IT! Now that I’m in my healthy breakfast sandwich mode (egg whites, smoked salmon, slice of cheese on a whole wheat muffin) , it’s so much easier to just throw the stuff in the machine, walk away and come back to a sandwich. Gives me time to do things like start writing the daily blog post. 🙂  I know that healthy breakfast and slice of processed American cheese don’t go together, but man is it good. Although, I am considering finding a different cheese because my sandwiches get too hot and therefore cause more of the cheese to end up on my paper towel than ends up in my belly, but that’s probably not such a bad thing either.

    Sidebar: My mom just sent me an email and a portion of it said: “Let your confidence be as an earthquake – a force to be reckoned with – crumbling all negativity that comes your way. BOOM!

    So day 2 of P90X3 was a little rough. These workouts are only 30 minutes, but they’re still tough. Today was Agility X. (It’s athlete stuff says Tony,which explains why I had a heck of a time..no coordination.) Jumping around and squats and lunges and more squats and lunges. I’m sure my knees will be feeling this tomorrow, particularly after I tried to follow it up with some hip and hamstring opening yoga and Zumba tonight. Somewhere along the line, I probably lost my mind. Before I lost it, I might have thought that this continual stretching and exercise might get me in shape. We’ll see what happens.

    By the way, I haven’t forgotten about the writing prompts (or Zero to Hero for that matter). Sometimes the writing prompts just don’t prompt me to do anything but shake my head. Sometimes the ZTH item doesn’t require an actual post. Today’s prompt is about a time you felt helpless. I don’t do helpless. I’m sickeningly self-sufficient. More than my husband would prefer I’m sure. Perhaps the one time I felt a fleeting case of helplessness was about 20 years ago when I was driving down a hill (going to Monongahela for those that know) that had just been oiled and it had just rained and my tires were none too grippy. I completely lost control of my car, sliding on the wonderful mixture of bald tires, oil and water. Took a cruise down the oncoming traffic lane much to the chagrin of the car coming towards me who was laying on the horn as though I wasn’t trying to get the hell out of their lane. Finally made it back into my own lane, only to overcorrect and start spinning, Fortunately, it ended up only being a 180, but it was a slow motion 180 as I watched the guard rail come closer to the side of my car and hoped against all hope that it held as there was a rather large downhill/cliff waiting for me if it didn’t. Fun! Obviously it held as I’m still here. I did get out of my (new at the time) car and I literally expected my car to be bleeding. Hey, what do you want? I was like 19 and it was my first brand new car. I was absolutely butthurt. Possibly feeling helpless that I broke my car. Poor thing. No sliding around in the Brown Bomber though! I TRY to make that thing spin out but the ABS and AWD and anti-slip/anti-skid kick in and all I get is a little noise. Safe? Extremely. Fun? Hardly.

    Well then, I suppose the time is now for me to wrap this up and get on with the day. Enjoy your Tuesday. Stay warm wherever you might be. It’s cold out…you know, because it’s WINTER!

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    Under The Wire

    Ohhhhh, it’s 9pm and I’m just now getting to today’s post. But making it, that’s the positive. Let’s keep it positive.

    Since Lovey reminded me that I had money left on my gift card, I went out and bought a sandwich maker. You know, those ones where you put in an English muffin or a bagel, then some meat and/or veggies, cheese, an egg, and the bread top and it makes you like an Egg McMuffin in 5 minutes. I am so excited to have my salmon and egg white on muffin tomorrow!

    I didn’t think that I was pushing my body very hard yesterday when I went to FabPole. However, today my body says differently. So many fun bumps and owwies. I’m sure that will make P90X feel absolutely wonderful tomorrow. Hopefully the stretch afterwards will make it better.

    Again, I’m not going to make myself feel bad if I don’t put down 750 words in each post. I’m just getting started.

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    I-FLOP

    Dear Former Home of My Favorite Place for Pancakes:

    I have tried to be patient with you.  I want to keep liking you.  But you've made it just on this side of impossible.  I realize that not EVERYTHING is your fault, but quite enough of it is to make me say Goodbye, IHOP, Hello, Denny's (or Sergio's or bless the Heavens Eat n' Park when I'm up north).

    You like to tease me and show me delicious food that I have no business eating but it's the weekend and I can splurge a little, no?  YES!  You were doing so well for a while.  You had some Spanish Omlette concoction with mushrooms and cheese and salsa and bacon(!) and sour cream and it was delicious.  But then you took it away.  Sadness.  I could forgive you this transgression, however, because there were so many other yummy things to be had.

    You lured me in with your Tour de French Toast.  I don't even really like French Toast, but you made it look so good that I simply had to try it.  You worked me into a frenzy by taking some of my favorites, bananas and caramel, and melding them into a gooey breakfast goodness.  I was prepared.  I was starving.  I skipped your usually delicious coffee to leave room for French Toast.  But what happened?  I arrive to the restaurant for my waitress to inform me, in no uncertain terms that, oops, we're out of that particular stuffed French Toast.  THE HORROR!  I was left with strawberries, which on a day I wasn't expecting bananas and caramel would have been fine, but that day, it was just a great disappointment.

    Look, I realize that you're IHOP and you're always busy.  But you need to realize that I've been in the food service industry in every position front of the house and back, so I know what it takes to run a restaurant smoothly.  Obviously, IHOP, you do not.  For when there is no wait at the front door, there is NO reason that it should take my waiter 10 to 15 minutes to come over to say hello.  There is certainly no reason that it should take over 30 minutes to make two orders of eggs and bacon.  And worst of all, there is no reason that my eggs ordered over easy should squirt clear goo at me when I put my fork in them.  Yellow goo, yes, I expect that and look forward to dipping my toast in it.  White goo means you just didn't cook my eggs long enough.  Are you trying to kill me IHOP?  You've made me second guess myself.  Do I not really know what over easy means?  I always thought it meant fully cooked whites and goopy yellows.  I googled it.  I am correct.  FIX MY EGGS!

    I am.  A sucker.  Because they show me things that look so good that I must try them.  You show me a Louisiana Bananas Foster stack of ooey goodness.  Of course I must try this.  How could I not want a fluffy stack of pancakes drizzled in a brown sugar sauce and topped with sliced bananas and vanilla ice cream for breakfast?  I waited patiently for this little bit of goodness to arrive only to get the waitress asking in broken English if chocolate ice cream is okay.  What?!?!  You ran out of freaking vanilla ice cream?!?!  God you suck, but I'll take the chocolate.  Well, by the time the food rolled around to the table, I was just disappointed again.  First, let's talk presentation.  Hows about we put the pancakes on the right size plate so the sauce isn't dripping off onto the waitress' hands and my table?  Don't get me wrong, I love some chocolate ice cream and I understand the concept of cold ice cream sitting on hot pancakes equals meltage, but it was pretty much just a puddle of brown.  Leave my food under the heat lamps much?  Oh, and by the way, bananas foster should have more than 4 slices of friggin bananas on it.  I can only assume that you were well on your way to running out of those too.  Oh how I wish that you would get your act together, but it is far too late for that now.  AND TEACH YOUR COOKS TO MAKE EGGS OVER EASY!!  Yeah, they had clear goo again.  Thanks for a completely ruined breakfast.

    But, on the lighter side, you did provide me with entertainment.  You see, IHOP, you placed your restaurant in the worst possible place with the least amount of parking in the tri-county area.  As such, people park wherever they can whether it's a parking space or not.  Whilst Lovey went to park the car, Kiddo and I got out to put our name on the wait list.  Prior to Lovey's return, we watch some complete moron try to park in a spot that is clearly not parking.  She gets out of her car and looks at me and asks, "Do you think I should pull up more?"  Well, since she asked my opinion, I gave her the most smart-ass look possible and said "Mmmhmmm".  Seriously, there is barely room for one car to get through and she left her ass end all jutted out.  Just so happens that some people chose to come out to smoke where Kiddo and I were standing so we moved over to the other side.  The stupid lady tracked us down.  To talk.  It went something like this:

    SL: So, ladies, what's your job here?

    Kiddo: <looks at me confused>

    MS: <looks at SL with an "are you serious" look>

    SL: <looks at MS with an "I'm waiting for an answer" look>

    MS: <annoyed that this lady is dumb, and dripping with sarcasm> Having BREAKFAST?!?!

    Kiddo: <giggles>

    SL: <realizing that she's stupid> Ohhhh, I'm so sorry.  I thought you worked here directing traffic.

    At this point Lovey walks up and SL slinks away.  Because Kiddo was there, I spared SL any number of scathing comments, berating her stupidity and asking her why she assumed that I worked at IHOP directing traffic.  AS IF IHOP WOULD BOTHER WITH SOMETHING LIKE THAT.  <sigh>  Let's go inside.

    The entertainment continues!  At the table that is behind Kiddo but directly in my line of sight, sits a family.  I am only guessing that it was husband, wife, and grown daughter based on the ages they seemed to be and their interactions and seating arrangement.  I am not watching them but I was looking at Kiddo which made them background.  As Kyle's mom would say, "Wha, wha, whaaaaaaaat?!?!"  I'm sorry, did I just see the grown daughter do a shot?  OF CREAMER?!?!  I don't know whether to laugh or cry or be sick at this one.  IHOP does have milk.  If you want a glass, you have but to ask.  Lovey happened to catch it too and asked me if I saw that.  Yes, unfortunately, I did.  Blecch.

    Completing the trifecta of IHOP is dead to me was the table to our right.  Again, I wasn't watching them but Lovey was on my right and to look at him, this table was in the background.  I have no clue as to the relationship of the people at this table.  One woman, three men (although one may have been a teenager, hard to tell these days), all heavyset.  Because I dig fitness and such, I sometimes wonder if folks have glandular problems or just bad eating habits or lack of exercise or any combo of the sort.  While it could have been any of those, I want to lean towards bad eating habits for this crew.  Why would I make such an assumption, you might ask?  Well, first, it's IHOP and it isn't like there's anything healthy, per se, on their menu.  Second, and here's the kicker, I saw one of the people in this party open one of the little jelly containers on the table and eat it.  Sucked it back like a jello shot and then proceeded to lick it clean.  Seriously, if you want to do that at home, whatever, but have a little restraint out in public, huh?  Ugh.

    So, IHOP, I know that you have nothing to do with who frequents your store.  You do, however, have control over ordering stock, hiring competent employees, and getting food to my table in a timely manner and prepared in the way I asked.  FAIL.  FAIL.  FAIL.  I will never return to IHOP.  Three strikes and you're out.  It's better for my entire day, not to mention my waistline if we just part ways.  Maybe one day, you'll get your act together, but I'm not holding my breath.  Goodbye IHOP.  We three will never return.

    Used to be yours truly,

    Miamishyner, Lovey and Kiddo

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