Men in skinny jeans.
Am I missing something? I do not understand the logic behind this fad.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
easy dinners
SUPA easy dinners:
Fish Tacos (this is from Real Simple)
-box of frozen fish sticks (yes, i actually purchased fish sticks)
-corn tortillas
-sliced cabbage
-lime wedge
-sliced red onions
-salsa, sour cream, hot sauce.
Bake the fish sticks in the oven for like 10 minutes, wrap them up in the corn tortillas with the other toppings.
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Baked Ravioli
-bag of frozen ravioli
-spaghetti sauce
-sour cream
-mozzarella
Place frozen ravioli in baking dish, cover with spaghetti sauce, dot on some spoonfuls of sour cream and top with mozzarella. Bake at 350 till bubbly (usually about 20+ minutes)
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Salsa Chicken
This is SOOOOOO good. I just made it last week.
-boneless, skinless chicken thighs
-taco seasoning
-salsa
-sour cream
Place chicken in crock pot, sprinkle with taco seasoning, pour 1 cup of salsa over the top and set the crock to low. 6 hours later, take the top off, and stir in 3 spoonfuls of sour cream. The chicken will be falling apart and will start to shred as you stir in the sour cream.
We ate this as taco salad over tortillas (me) and in a burrito (patrick) and it was so freaking good. The recipe said to serve over egg noodles, which sounded sorta weird and good at the same time.
Fish Tacos (this is from Real Simple)
-box of frozen fish sticks (yes, i actually purchased fish sticks)
-corn tortillas
-sliced cabbage
-lime wedge
-sliced red onions
-salsa, sour cream, hot sauce.
Bake the fish sticks in the oven for like 10 minutes, wrap them up in the corn tortillas with the other toppings.
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Baked Ravioli
-bag of frozen ravioli
-spaghetti sauce
-sour cream
-mozzarella
Place frozen ravioli in baking dish, cover with spaghetti sauce, dot on some spoonfuls of sour cream and top with mozzarella. Bake at 350 till bubbly (usually about 20+ minutes)
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Salsa Chicken
This is SOOOOOO good. I just made it last week.
-boneless, skinless chicken thighs
-taco seasoning
-salsa
-sour cream
Place chicken in crock pot, sprinkle with taco seasoning, pour 1 cup of salsa over the top and set the crock to low. 6 hours later, take the top off, and stir in 3 spoonfuls of sour cream. The chicken will be falling apart and will start to shred as you stir in the sour cream.
We ate this as taco salad over tortillas (me) and in a burrito (patrick) and it was so freaking good. The recipe said to serve over egg noodles, which sounded sorta weird and good at the same time.
song of the week
There was a good cover story on Kings of Leon in Rolling Stone last week and I've had this song in my head all week. I read that the whole "sex on fire" reference means nothing. They were recording the song and the chorus was "this sets us on fire" and some sound tech walked into the recording room and misheard them and said "sex on fire...cool." and they liked it so much they changed it.
Monday, April 27, 2009
annniversary weekend
We went camping over the weekend at Mike Roess Goldhead State Park for our 6th wedding anniversary. It was such a great weekend. We ate fried chicken, took a long hike Saturday morning, lounged around the campsite, watched Piper play in the dirt (her feet were BLACK), sat around the campfire and talked, looked at stars, enjoyed a super sweet basket of champagne, fun cheese and crackers and fancy chocolate bars (if anyone is curious, the lavender one was our favorite, click on the links for each one we ate). I LOVE sitting down and drinking fun/nice wine (or champagne!) with nice cheese and chocolate and really making it a super yuppie food experience.
It was so fun to take the weekend to relax and have fun together and we kept talking about what we were doing right.this.moment six years ago. Our favorite memories from the wedding weekend: how wasted every single person was at the rehearsal party, dancing to "Going to the Chapel" and singing along at the top of our lungs at Woody's the night before the wedding while the managers were spraying water on all of us, the evening dinners at everyone beach houses, the perfect weather when we said our vows, the fun of hanging with all our friends in st. john.
It was so fun to take the weekend to relax and have fun together and we kept talking about what we were doing right.this.moment six years ago. Our favorite memories from the wedding weekend: how wasted every single person was at the rehearsal party, dancing to "Going to the Chapel" and singing along at the top of our lungs at Woody's the night before the wedding while the managers were spraying water on all of us, the evening dinners at everyone beach houses, the perfect weather when we said our vows, the fun of hanging with all our friends in st. john.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
chicks
Do you guys remember when we were trying to get, and stay, pregnant with Piper there was a bird making a nest in the hanging planter on our front porch? For months the momma bird was making her nest, then laying her egg, then sitting on the egg, keeping it warm till one day we heard the tell-tale sounds of little chirping. All the while I was taking Clomid, hoping/praying/holding on to anything I could see as signs that THIS month was it. One of those signs was the baby bird on the porch. I really saw the whole nest/momma bird/hatched baby bird as a sign from the universe that my baby bird was on her way.
Okay, I'll admit that I got a bit too into the baby birds. I checked on them daily and went a bit loopy when I came home one day and the nest was all scattered on our porch. I guess another bird had gotten into the hanging planter when the momma bird was out looking for food. There were feathers and bits of sticks and spanish moss all over the porch, but the baby bird was still up in her nest sorta wondering what the eff was going on. So I scooped up the baby bird and her little nest and rushed inside the house and started grabbing towels and a heating blanket and a cardboard box. I set up a little mini bird incubator and freaked out over the bird because holy hell if this bird didn't make it that was a sign that I was headed for Loss #4 and well, you guys know that I wasn't exactly in the most Zen time of my life and desperation makes you do funny things - like trying to incubate a little baby bird that you are holding on to as a major life metaphor. I think it was Wan who gently told me to put the bird, and her nest, back in the planter because the momma bird was probably watching and will smell my scent all over the nest. So I reluctantly placed the nest and baby bird back in her original home (read as a metaphor for letting go of trying to control the pregnancy and whatever course nature would take) and, low and behold, she continued to grow and thrive. We never caught sight of Momma Bird again, but apparently she was feeding the bird because she grew and sprouted feathers and a few weeks later flew the nest. About that time my belly started to pop out and little Pipsqueak started making her presence known.
No, I'm not pregnant (nor am I planning to be for a bit), but as I'm sitting here another Momma Bird is outside in the same planter happily making her nest on our front porch. Maybe she is a sign that the cycle (no pun intended) is starting again for someone (Christa, Lisa, Julie) new?
Okay, I'll admit that I got a bit too into the baby birds. I checked on them daily and went a bit loopy when I came home one day and the nest was all scattered on our porch. I guess another bird had gotten into the hanging planter when the momma bird was out looking for food. There were feathers and bits of sticks and spanish moss all over the porch, but the baby bird was still up in her nest sorta wondering what the eff was going on. So I scooped up the baby bird and her little nest and rushed inside the house and started grabbing towels and a heating blanket and a cardboard box. I set up a little mini bird incubator and freaked out over the bird because holy hell if this bird didn't make it that was a sign that I was headed for Loss #4 and well, you guys know that I wasn't exactly in the most Zen time of my life and desperation makes you do funny things - like trying to incubate a little baby bird that you are holding on to as a major life metaphor. I think it was Wan who gently told me to put the bird, and her nest, back in the planter because the momma bird was probably watching and will smell my scent all over the nest. So I reluctantly placed the nest and baby bird back in her original home (read as a metaphor for letting go of trying to control the pregnancy and whatever course nature would take) and, low and behold, she continued to grow and thrive. We never caught sight of Momma Bird again, but apparently she was feeding the bird because she grew and sprouted feathers and a few weeks later flew the nest. About that time my belly started to pop out and little Pipsqueak started making her presence known.
No, I'm not pregnant (nor am I planning to be for a bit), but as I'm sitting here another Momma Bird is outside in the same planter happily making her nest on our front porch. Maybe she is a sign that the cycle (no pun intended) is starting again for someone (Christa, Lisa, Julie) new?
Monday, April 20, 2009
no pics
The monitor on our computer is officially fucked broken. It will spontaneously go white and whatever you were looking at, downloading, working on is unreachable on the monitor until the white-ness will disappear and the normal screen will show up (which lasts anywhere from 30 seconds to 3 hours). To call it frustrating is putting it mildly. As a result of this annoyance, I can't pull up any pictures that I've downloaded from our camera. I have tons of pictures I want to send out and upload on here, but until we a) get a new monitor or b) wait for the few times a day that the monitor goes back to normal, I can't upload any pictures. In the meantime I'm using my super wonderful new/old laptop that Wan passed on to me.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
I had a bunch of nice things happen to me today:
Nice thing #1, 9:10am
My Anatomy professor gave us 5 minutes with our notes in the middle of our exam. It totally saved me from missing 6 questions regarding the cells released from the pancreas during digestion and what they help breakdown.
Nice thing #2, 10:45am
I accidentally left the headlights on my car on while I was in class. So I got back to my car and the battery was dead. A campus security guard met me out by my car and jumped the battery.
Nice thing #3, 11:15am
The teller at the bank noticed I left off $2 on my deposit slip and made the correction for me on me. Hey, $2 is 4 cokes!
Nice thing #4, 12:40pm
I bought some collard greens at Publix that were regularly $2.99 and on sale for $1.50. They incorrectly charged me the non-sale price and so the Publix lady just handed me $3 and apologized.
Nice thing #5, 1:05pm
Two large, burly men helped me push my car from the middle of the intersection onto the side of the road when the car locked up because I turned it off while it was in 2nd gear.*
Nice thing #6, 1:05pm
Patrick dropped what he was doing at work and hopped right in his car and sped over to help me when I called him freaking out about my car being dead in the middle of an intersection and I had no freaking clue what to do. Of course, he arrived at the very second that the nice, large, burly men got it started, and he just hugged me and said he was glad I was safe.
*My car was totally fine. I had accidentally put it into 2nd gear instead of Drive and when I came to a red light I tried to push it up to drive and it wouldn't go. So I turned the car off and tried to move it back up to drive and the car locked up. Apparently it's a safety feature or something because it would not crank or move into drive or anything. So I was stuck in an intersection with bozo's honking at me and I had no idea what to do. Until I flagged down the nice FedEx man to help me.
Nice thing #1, 9:10am
My Anatomy professor gave us 5 minutes with our notes in the middle of our exam. It totally saved me from missing 6 questions regarding the cells released from the pancreas during digestion and what they help breakdown.
Nice thing #2, 10:45am
I accidentally left the headlights on my car on while I was in class. So I got back to my car and the battery was dead. A campus security guard met me out by my car and jumped the battery.
Nice thing #3, 11:15am
The teller at the bank noticed I left off $2 on my deposit slip and made the correction for me on me. Hey, $2 is 4 cokes!
Nice thing #4, 12:40pm
I bought some collard greens at Publix that were regularly $2.99 and on sale for $1.50. They incorrectly charged me the non-sale price and so the Publix lady just handed me $3 and apologized.
Nice thing #5, 1:05pm
Two large, burly men helped me push my car from the middle of the intersection onto the side of the road when the car locked up because I turned it off while it was in 2nd gear.*
Nice thing #6, 1:05pm
Patrick dropped what he was doing at work and hopped right in his car and sped over to help me when I called him freaking out about my car being dead in the middle of an intersection and I had no freaking clue what to do. Of course, he arrived at the very second that the nice, large, burly men got it started, and he just hugged me and said he was glad I was safe.
*My car was totally fine. I had accidentally put it into 2nd gear instead of Drive and when I came to a red light I tried to push it up to drive and it wouldn't go. So I turned the car off and tried to move it back up to drive and the car locked up. Apparently it's a safety feature or something because it would not crank or move into drive or anything. So I was stuck in an intersection with bozo's honking at me and I had no idea what to do. Until I flagged down the nice FedEx man to help me.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
boat drinks
I just got a random pop-up memory of The Abacos. Particularly hanging out on the dock at the Ananya house.
How/why does that happen? I'll be sitting around looking at homework or making a grocery list and out of nowhere a little vision, or memory, from the past pops into my head. I could understand if I'm doing something that pertains to the memory, but what makes it pop up out of nowhere?
Does that happen to anyone else?
How/why does that happen? I'll be sitting around looking at homework or making a grocery list and out of nowhere a little vision, or memory, from the past pops into my head. I could understand if I'm doing something that pertains to the memory, but what makes it pop up out of nowhere?
Does that happen to anyone else?
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Got good advice from Wan today "Don't let anyone steal your shine." I've got to write that down on my bathroom mirror or something. I let other people's negativity and buttheadedness get to me too much.
I had an annoying "appointment" with the FCCJ School of Nursing Advisor today. I was under the assumption that it was a private appt between me and her.(did i use that form of me correctly lisa?) I showed up at 9:30am all dressed nicely with questions prepared and everything. Yea, the bozo schedules group meetings and it was me and like 10+ other nursing school hopefuls all crammed in a conference room. The advisor showed up TWENTY minutes late and then proceeded to just read aloud the nursing school brochure. That is my pet peeve - when professors spend the first day of class reading aloud the syllabus. Hi, just give us the syllabus and let us go home and read it in the comfort of our own living room.
Anyhoo, it was a really annoying meeting and she basically spent the entire TWO hours talking about how hard/difficult/impossible/time consuming/competitive the program is and then ended the meeting with how there is a slow down on nurses being hired and then topped it all off with admitting that their NCLEX (nursing school boards) pass rate was 85%, which is not great. The meeting did open my eyes that their program is not as easy to get into as I had thought. I've been ass-u-me-ing that it would be my fall back school, but after looking at their requirements today it's not gonna be that easy.
I want to be at UNF so badly. I hope like heck that I'll get in, but in the meantime I need to chill about FCCJ, eat some humble pie and remember that I will be at the school that I am meant to be at.
I had an annoying "appointment" with the FCCJ School of Nursing Advisor today. I was under the assumption that it was a private appt between me and her.(did i use that form of me correctly lisa?) I showed up at 9:30am all dressed nicely with questions prepared and everything. Yea, the bozo schedules group meetings and it was me and like 10+ other nursing school hopefuls all crammed in a conference room. The advisor showed up TWENTY minutes late and then proceeded to just read aloud the nursing school brochure. That is my pet peeve - when professors spend the first day of class reading aloud the syllabus. Hi, just give us the syllabus and let us go home and read it in the comfort of our own living room.
Anyhoo, it was a really annoying meeting and she basically spent the entire TWO hours talking about how hard/difficult/impossible/time consuming/competitive the program is and then ended the meeting with how there is a slow down on nurses being hired and then topped it all off with admitting that their NCLEX (nursing school boards) pass rate was 85%, which is not great. The meeting did open my eyes that their program is not as easy to get into as I had thought. I've been ass-u-me-ing that it would be my fall back school, but after looking at their requirements today it's not gonna be that easy.
I want to be at UNF so badly. I hope like heck that I'll get in, but in the meantime I need to chill about FCCJ, eat some humble pie and remember that I will be at the school that I am meant to be at.
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