Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Television sure has come a long way....can we go back?
After grocery shopping, Jazzercise, cooking dinner, and packing the trailer for our weekend away, I sit down to relax for a minute and decide to turn on the T.V. and flip through the channels. Starting at channel 2, some ridciulous people who think they can dance...NOT, 4 a show that looks like it may have something to do with the military, 5 Criminal Minds, not a bad show about FBI investigators, but I have seen this one, on to 7, I am stuck, I am watching an obvious gay man sitting with an asian baby on his lap while louging outside on a chaise, up walks another gay gentleman who I came to realize was his boyfriend/girlfriend since they were massaging each others legs. I wanted to change the channel but I was mezzerise...In the next 10 minutes, I was introduced to the following scenario's, a teenage girl who went out and got drunk and was puking in her hotel bathroom, and older gentleman who was having relations with a women that could have been his child and lastly the gay couple lost their asian baby in the elevator....so I ask....What happened to the Partridge Family, The Brady Bunch, Leave it to Beaver and who decides to put this, excuse me, CRAP on television? I don't get it, no wonder our world is so screwed up :0(
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Glass Houses and Mirrors
As I get older and hopefully wiser, I realize that I spend alot more time looking in the proverbial "mirror". Admittedly I have "thrown stones", alot of stones in the past, but I am here tonight to say "I am going to do my best not to anymore".
The other day I was witness to a conversation that deeply disturbed and yes saddened me. A women was speaking of her step child and was saying how her step daughter was getting fatter and fatter everytime she saw her, looking more and more like her mother. The first problem I had with this is that she herself could stand to lose 50 if not more pounds, how can she comment on someone elses weight. The huger (is that a word) issue I had was that 3 days earlier I heard her reading off a shopping list to her other half telling him what to buy for the kids to eat for the next few days that they would be spending with them. The list went like this soda, juice, Hot Pockets, Lunchables, cereal & bag snacks. Hmmm.....what is wrong with this picture??? Veggies, fruits, healthy snacks, water???? Why am I not hearing these words?? You are judging this child yet you are contributing factor to her road to a Biggest Loser contestant. How dare you? ....look in the mirror...you have no room to talk and until you are taking care of your own "weight issues" and helping that child on a road to eating healthy and and making healthy choices...you need to shut the bleepity bleep up!
It's so easy to judge other people, but unless our "houses" are spotless I suggest we "look in that mirror"...and look in it often...I know I will be.
To all those people whom I threw stones...I am truly sorry, I will be taking extreme care of my glass house in the future.
On a side note...Koli you are the Biggest Loser...CONGRATS my fellow Rohnert Parkian.
The other day I was witness to a conversation that deeply disturbed and yes saddened me. A women was speaking of her step child and was saying how her step daughter was getting fatter and fatter everytime she saw her, looking more and more like her mother. The first problem I had with this is that she herself could stand to lose 50 if not more pounds, how can she comment on someone elses weight. The huger (is that a word) issue I had was that 3 days earlier I heard her reading off a shopping list to her other half telling him what to buy for the kids to eat for the next few days that they would be spending with them. The list went like this soda, juice, Hot Pockets, Lunchables, cereal & bag snacks. Hmmm.....what is wrong with this picture??? Veggies, fruits, healthy snacks, water???? Why am I not hearing these words?? You are judging this child yet you are contributing factor to her road to a Biggest Loser contestant. How dare you? ....look in the mirror...you have no room to talk and until you are taking care of your own "weight issues" and helping that child on a road to eating healthy and and making healthy choices...you need to shut the bleepity bleep up!
It's so easy to judge other people, but unless our "houses" are spotless I suggest we "look in that mirror"...and look in it often...I know I will be.
To all those people whom I threw stones...I am truly sorry, I will be taking extreme care of my glass house in the future.
On a side note...Koli you are the Biggest Loser...CONGRATS my fellow Rohnert Parkian.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
I vote to do away with the word "don't"....
Why is it when someone tells you "don't" do something you have this overwhelming desire to do it 100 times over even if you have never done it before.
Don't look in the closet, your presents are in there. REALLY, now all I can think about is looking in the closet.
Don't use the toliet it's broken. Are you kidding me, did you have to mention it, I would have been fine if I didn't know, but now my tonsils are instantly floating and I feel like my bladder is going to explode.
Your cholesterol is high so "don't" eat fried fatty foods....Where's the closest In-n-Out burger? I need a double cheeseburger animal style with a french fries and a chocolate shake.
Don't scratch that mosquito bite, you'll make it worse...gee thanks for that it didn't itch until you said it and now I want to scratch my arm off.
Don't be late. Well I hadn't planned on it but now that you felt the need to poison my mind with your "don't-ease" I think I just might have to make you suffer, 5...10...or maybe even 15 minutes.
There are so many more....
Just to give you a little background to this rant, last Monday in my exercise class I pulled something in my calf, at least that is what I thought. I've gone about life this last week, in pain, surprised every day by the new colors that our appearing not only on my calf but my ankle,foot and entire leg below the knee. (I've included a pic so you can see the beauty of it...lol...trust me the pic does not do it justice)
Unfortunately, it wasn't getting better in what I thought was an acceptable time frame so at a friends recommendation I went to a chiropractor who specializes in sports injuries. Much to my dismay I found out that what I thought was a pulled muscle was actually a tear...No bueno....after 45 minutes of "therapy" she tells me, "Whatever you do DON'T stretch the muscle" Easy for you to say lady, I would like all of you to try to go about your every day not stretching your calf muscle. It is in no uncertain terms impossible. Just about every move you make somehow stretches tht muscle. I will do my best but just know I won't be successful. If only you didn't use that word?
So....all that said, my proposal is to do a way with the word "don't". Suggestions welcome.....
Don't look in the closet, your presents are in there. REALLY, now all I can think about is looking in the closet.
Don't use the toliet it's broken. Are you kidding me, did you have to mention it, I would have been fine if I didn't know, but now my tonsils are instantly floating and I feel like my bladder is going to explode.
Your cholesterol is high so "don't" eat fried fatty foods....Where's the closest In-n-Out burger? I need a double cheeseburger animal style with a french fries and a chocolate shake.
Don't scratch that mosquito bite, you'll make it worse...gee thanks for that it didn't itch until you said it and now I want to scratch my arm off.
Don't be late. Well I hadn't planned on it but now that you felt the need to poison my mind with your "don't-ease" I think I just might have to make you suffer, 5...10...or maybe even 15 minutes.
There are so many more....
Just to give you a little background to this rant, last Monday in my exercise class I pulled something in my calf, at least that is what I thought. I've gone about life this last week, in pain, surprised every day by the new colors that our appearing not only on my calf but my ankle,foot and entire leg below the knee. (I've included a pic so you can see the beauty of it...lol...trust me the pic does not do it justice)
Unfortunately, it wasn't getting better in what I thought was an acceptable time frame so at a friends recommendation I went to a chiropractor who specializes in sports injuries. Much to my dismay I found out that what I thought was a pulled muscle was actually a tear...No bueno....after 45 minutes of "therapy" she tells me, "Whatever you do DON'T stretch the muscle" Easy for you to say lady, I would like all of you to try to go about your every day not stretching your calf muscle. It is in no uncertain terms impossible. Just about every move you make somehow stretches tht muscle. I will do my best but just know I won't be successful. If only you didn't use that word?
So....all that said, my proposal is to do a way with the word "don't". Suggestions welcome.....
Friday, March 5, 2010
Just how many versions of the English language are there?
Growing up you were always told you spoke English. As you got older when you were answering questionnaires and they asked you preferred language, without question you checked English. As I have gotten older I have begun to question this. Is there really ONE language that we all speak called English or are there various dialects within our language? I haven’t led a totally sheltered life; I know there have been talks of this so called, what I am assuming is an English dialect called “Ebonics”, but in my small circle of life I never gave any thought to anything else until I became a mother, a wife, a girlfriend and a boss. Now I have found myself wondering just how many “versions” of the English language are there really?
All of you reading this right now are probably thinking I am losing my mind, which I might just be doing that if I haven’t already, I do have a teenager you know. Anywho, let me defend my thought process:
I will start with Tiffany the parent:
I call my daughter and ask her when will you be home? And she responds I am on my way…to me that means I am in my car driving home as we speak. Au contrair mon frair, to a teenager this means the end result is I will be home. Whether it be 5 minutes or 5 hours, I am on my way. It could quite possibly be the next day. Here’s another example, my daughter calls and says “I am around the corner” well my pea brain thinks a block or two away, well like I said before, in English this time, to a teenager this means there is a corner somewhere not necessary the one around our home. Do you get where I am going with this? Another example, your son or daughter asks “Mom I am going to this party, can I please have some money to buy a new outfit” reasonable request? One would think. In the back of my mind, I am thinking $30-$50 for a girl, so you give them a $100 bill or a credit card and give the shopping wisely speech, its all good. Then you get the bill…shopping wisely for who? The Kardashians. For what my daughter thinks is a deal for one pair of jeans, I could buy 2 maybe even 3 outfits. Where did this come from? I never spent like this.
So my advice to future teenage victims…Don’t stop asking questions and make sure you set limits that they understand CAN NOT be broken. I ask “when will you be home” and they say “ I am on my way home”, you say “that’s all fine and dandy but how long til you arrive at our door and give me a hug”; when they say “I am around the corner, you ask “which corner?” I have come to understand that there are A LOT of corners in a teenage mind. Make sure to add the question of when you get around that corner will you be arriving at our home or someone elses? DETAILS DETAILS DETAILS….as much as we love our teenagers they are the masters of manipulation. I am pretty sure if there was an Olympic event for the best manipulators, my daughter would be a quadruple gold medal winner. The sad part is as angry as you get somehow they always end up being right, or at least not wrong, because you didn’t ask enough questions. i.e. my first example when you confront them and say “ I thought you said you were on your way home?” Their response without hesitation will be “I was”. You just lost, because to them if you talk to them at ten in the morning and they say they are on the way home and arrive at ten that night, what’s the problem? All day long in their teenage minds they were in fact “on their way home”. Good luck arguing that one in a court of law, especially in California, I am pretty sure they would win.
Moving right along, as a former wife and current girlfriend, I have come to the hard realization the “men” in itself is an English dialect that women will NEVER understand. To give “them” the benefit of the doubt I will say they will most likely never understand the “women” dialect, however, that is only because they have mastered the art of something called “ignoring” and I don’t care how hard one tries, if someone is ignoring you they are not going to understand you.
Given the fact that I am pretty sure 99.9% of the people reading this are women I am pretty confident that you are all laughing and that I do not need to explain this. However, on the off chance that some MAN stubbles across this blog and actually reads it , let me explain; When we “women” say “dinner is at 6:00” we mean dinner is at precisely that at 6:00. There are no hidden messages, 6:00 is what it is. So if you need a half hour- before dinner to “chill” or whatever you want to call it, don’t show up at 6:00 and be ticked off because you are being rushed to dinner. You knew the schedule…I was, I thought, speaking English…..
64qaaaahy…(this was Darla’s input, she just walked across my keyboard) I am pretty sure her moment of “dog” language on my laptop could be easier understood than any other of these dialects that I speak of.
So now we arrive at Tiffany “the Boss”. Sounds pretty high falootin powerful huh? One would think you would be kinda like EF Hutton, when you spoke everyone listened. Not so much. Apparently from what I can tell “boss” is another English dialect that is completely beyond translation from the “boss” perspective. I recently had an experience whereas at 9:00 in the morning I very specifically asked an employee to do something TODAY, 4 hours later they emailed me asking if they were supposed to start this tomorrow? Are you kidding me? Really? I have looked in the Websters Dictionary and every other dictionary I could find, and as far as I can tell there is no definition of today that can be translated as tomorrow. Today is today, if it be 1:00 am or 12:59 pm on March 5th, it is today and if I want it done today, I want it done within those time perimeters, not tomorrow!! Work with me people….
With much apology, I bid you all ado, this was most definitely a rant out of major frustration of the weeks, lifes events. I hope however, most of you can relate. Thank you for listening. I feel much better.
Tootles, until next time...
All of you reading this right now are probably thinking I am losing my mind, which I might just be doing that if I haven’t already, I do have a teenager you know. Anywho, let me defend my thought process:
I will start with Tiffany the parent:
I call my daughter and ask her when will you be home? And she responds I am on my way…to me that means I am in my car driving home as we speak. Au contrair mon frair, to a teenager this means the end result is I will be home. Whether it be 5 minutes or 5 hours, I am on my way. It could quite possibly be the next day. Here’s another example, my daughter calls and says “I am around the corner” well my pea brain thinks a block or two away, well like I said before, in English this time, to a teenager this means there is a corner somewhere not necessary the one around our home. Do you get where I am going with this? Another example, your son or daughter asks “Mom I am going to this party, can I please have some money to buy a new outfit” reasonable request? One would think. In the back of my mind, I am thinking $30-$50 for a girl, so you give them a $100 bill or a credit card and give the shopping wisely speech, its all good. Then you get the bill…shopping wisely for who? The Kardashians. For what my daughter thinks is a deal for one pair of jeans, I could buy 2 maybe even 3 outfits. Where did this come from? I never spent like this.
So my advice to future teenage victims…Don’t stop asking questions and make sure you set limits that they understand CAN NOT be broken. I ask “when will you be home” and they say “ I am on my way home”, you say “that’s all fine and dandy but how long til you arrive at our door and give me a hug”; when they say “I am around the corner, you ask “which corner?” I have come to understand that there are A LOT of corners in a teenage mind. Make sure to add the question of when you get around that corner will you be arriving at our home or someone elses? DETAILS DETAILS DETAILS….as much as we love our teenagers they are the masters of manipulation. I am pretty sure if there was an Olympic event for the best manipulators, my daughter would be a quadruple gold medal winner. The sad part is as angry as you get somehow they always end up being right, or at least not wrong, because you didn’t ask enough questions. i.e. my first example when you confront them and say “ I thought you said you were on your way home?” Their response without hesitation will be “I was”. You just lost, because to them if you talk to them at ten in the morning and they say they are on the way home and arrive at ten that night, what’s the problem? All day long in their teenage minds they were in fact “on their way home”. Good luck arguing that one in a court of law, especially in California, I am pretty sure they would win.
Moving right along, as a former wife and current girlfriend, I have come to the hard realization the “men” in itself is an English dialect that women will NEVER understand. To give “them” the benefit of the doubt I will say they will most likely never understand the “women” dialect, however, that is only because they have mastered the art of something called “ignoring” and I don’t care how hard one tries, if someone is ignoring you they are not going to understand you.
Given the fact that I am pretty sure 99.9% of the people reading this are women I am pretty confident that you are all laughing and that I do not need to explain this. However, on the off chance that some MAN stubbles across this blog and actually reads it , let me explain; When we “women” say “dinner is at 6:00” we mean dinner is at precisely that at 6:00. There are no hidden messages, 6:00 is what it is. So if you need a half hour- before dinner to “chill” or whatever you want to call it, don’t show up at 6:00 and be ticked off because you are being rushed to dinner. You knew the schedule…I was, I thought, speaking English…..
64qaaaahy…(this was Darla’s input, she just walked across my keyboard) I am pretty sure her moment of “dog” language on my laptop could be easier understood than any other of these dialects that I speak of.
So now we arrive at Tiffany “the Boss”. Sounds pretty high falootin powerful huh? One would think you would be kinda like EF Hutton, when you spoke everyone listened. Not so much. Apparently from what I can tell “boss” is another English dialect that is completely beyond translation from the “boss” perspective. I recently had an experience whereas at 9:00 in the morning I very specifically asked an employee to do something TODAY, 4 hours later they emailed me asking if they were supposed to start this tomorrow? Are you kidding me? Really? I have looked in the Websters Dictionary and every other dictionary I could find, and as far as I can tell there is no definition of today that can be translated as tomorrow. Today is today, if it be 1:00 am or 12:59 pm on March 5th, it is today and if I want it done today, I want it done within those time perimeters, not tomorrow!! Work with me people….
With much apology, I bid you all ado, this was most definitely a rant out of major frustration of the weeks, lifes events. I hope however, most of you can relate. Thank you for listening. I feel much better.
Tootles, until next time...
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Off to a good start...
So far this week I am doing good. I have met my workout goals and have been doing pretty good about eating right. Monday morning I hit the gym with a vengence. A little cardio, alot of weight lifting. Needless to say Tuesday morning I was feeling the results with every movement.
Tuesday was a hectic day. Work was out of control. All day long I tried tirelessly to make up a really good excuse that could talk myself our of Jazzercise that night without feeling like a failure. Luckily I failed and off to Jazzercise I went. So glad I did. Had a great workout and felt great.
I was determined to cook a good healthy meal regardless of the time constraints I was under with Jazzercise ending at 6:45 so I did the prep work before I left and whipped up this yummy healthy meal in 15 minutes when I got home. It's definitely one to share.
Lemony Shrimp with White Beans and Couscous
Ingredients
1 (10-ounce) box couscous (1 1/2 cups)
1 1/4 teaspoons kosher salt, divided
4 teaspoons unsalted butter, divided
2 garlic cloves, chopped
4 scallions, chopped
1 pound medium shrimp, peeled and deveined
1 (15.5-ounce) can cannellini beans, rinsed
1/2 cup fresh flat-leaf parsley
2 tablespoons fresh lemon juice
1/4 teaspoon pepper
Preparation
1. Bring 2 cups water to a boil in a pan. Add couscous and 1/4 teaspoon salt. Remove from heat; cover and let stand 5 minutes. Fluff with a fork.
2. Heat 2 teaspoons butter in a large skillet over medium-high heat. Add garlic and scallions; cook 30 seconds. Add shrimp, and cook, stirring, 3 minutes or until they begin to turn pink.
3. Stir in beans, parsley, lemon juice, remaining butter, remaining 1 teaspoon salt, and 1/4 teaspoon pepper. Cook 2–3 minutes or until heated through. Serve with the couscous
Compliments of Health Magazine
Enoy!
Tuesday was a hectic day. Work was out of control. All day long I tried tirelessly to make up a really good excuse that could talk myself our of Jazzercise that night without feeling like a failure. Luckily I failed and off to Jazzercise I went. So glad I did. Had a great workout and felt great.
I was determined to cook a good healthy meal regardless of the time constraints I was under with Jazzercise ending at 6:45 so I did the prep work before I left and whipped up this yummy healthy meal in 15 minutes when I got home. It's definitely one to share.
Lemony Shrimp with White Beans and Couscous
Ingredients
1 (10-ounce) box couscous (1 1/2 cups)
1 1/4 teaspoons kosher salt, divided
4 teaspoons unsalted butter, divided
2 garlic cloves, chopped
4 scallions, chopped
1 pound medium shrimp, peeled and deveined
1 (15.5-ounce) can cannellini beans, rinsed
1/2 cup fresh flat-leaf parsley
2 tablespoons fresh lemon juice
1/4 teaspoon pepper
Preparation
1. Bring 2 cups water to a boil in a pan. Add couscous and 1/4 teaspoon salt. Remove from heat; cover and let stand 5 minutes. Fluff with a fork.
2. Heat 2 teaspoons butter in a large skillet over medium-high heat. Add garlic and scallions; cook 30 seconds. Add shrimp, and cook, stirring, 3 minutes or until they begin to turn pink.
3. Stir in beans, parsley, lemon juice, remaining butter, remaining 1 teaspoon salt, and 1/4 teaspoon pepper. Cook 2–3 minutes or until heated through. Serve with the couscous
Compliments of Health Magazine
Enoy!
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Can I have a do-over?
Do you ever get to the end of your weekend and wish you could have a “do-over”?
I had such great intentions, Jazzercise Saturday morning, chores around the house, nice home cooked meal for Sean and Cooper, yoga on Sunday morning and the Moscow Circus on Sunday afternoon. I managed to accomplish the last item on the list.
Saturday morning Jazzercise got beat out by Friday night poker the drifted into the wee hours of Saturday morning. Chores? Well, I just didn’t feel like it, not like they are going anywhere. As for the home cooked meal….I cooked it at home. Bockwurst and sauerkraut, what can I say I had a craving.
On to Sunday yoga. EVERY morning, without fail I wake up by 6:00, 7:00 at the latest so why set an alarm clock? Yoga’s at 8:30, I’ll wake up in plenty of time. Think you know where I am going with this. Yep that’s right the eyes opened at 8:15. So much for that. Guess it wasn’t meant to be.
The weekend success story was a trip to Yountville with my son to see the Moscow Circus. An afternoon of acrobatics, juggling, clowns and trapeze acts. All of which were nothing short of amazing. How do they do that? and how many times to they fall on their heads before they get it right? As I sat there surrounded by children and senior citizens watching the couple on the trapeze bending in ways that shouldn’t be possible, my mind couldn’t help but think….they must have one heck of an interesting sex life. Think about it, the normal “sex life” or should I say normal to me, holds a few select positions of fun, theirs? Oh my, the possibilities are endless.
The day ended with a dinner at the Red Hen in Napa. If you have never been there I highly recommend it. Some of the best Mexican food I have ever had.
Needless to say my quest to get in shape took a sabbatical this weekend….tomorrow’s another day.
I will “never stop trying”….tootles
I had such great intentions, Jazzercise Saturday morning, chores around the house, nice home cooked meal for Sean and Cooper, yoga on Sunday morning and the Moscow Circus on Sunday afternoon. I managed to accomplish the last item on the list.
Saturday morning Jazzercise got beat out by Friday night poker the drifted into the wee hours of Saturday morning. Chores? Well, I just didn’t feel like it, not like they are going anywhere. As for the home cooked meal….I cooked it at home. Bockwurst and sauerkraut, what can I say I had a craving.
On to Sunday yoga. EVERY morning, without fail I wake up by 6:00, 7:00 at the latest so why set an alarm clock? Yoga’s at 8:30, I’ll wake up in plenty of time. Think you know where I am going with this. Yep that’s right the eyes opened at 8:15. So much for that. Guess it wasn’t meant to be.
The weekend success story was a trip to Yountville with my son to see the Moscow Circus. An afternoon of acrobatics, juggling, clowns and trapeze acts. All of which were nothing short of amazing. How do they do that? and how many times to they fall on their heads before they get it right? As I sat there surrounded by children and senior citizens watching the couple on the trapeze bending in ways that shouldn’t be possible, my mind couldn’t help but think….they must have one heck of an interesting sex life. Think about it, the normal “sex life” or should I say normal to me, holds a few select positions of fun, theirs? Oh my, the possibilities are endless.
The day ended with a dinner at the Red Hen in Napa. If you have never been there I highly recommend it. Some of the best Mexican food I have ever had.
Needless to say my quest to get in shape took a sabbatical this weekend….tomorrow’s another day.
I will “never stop trying”….tootles
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Farewell Stay Puff Marshmallow Man...
The other day I wrote about my never ending quest to get in shape and how it led me the gates of hell, sneakily disguised as a yoga studio. Well today I found the yellow brick road that is going to lead me on my path to my goal and put this Stay Puff Marshmallow Man body of mine back in the bag where it belongs.
After our brush with death on Tuesday, my workout buddy and I decided to try a different path and ventured into the world of music and dance and took a Jazzercise class. The skies opened up, the harps played; I had found the Holy Grail. As we shimmied, shook and danced our way to a sweat we glanced at each other knowingly; this was it and without a thought our arms rose and slapped a high five. YES, we were on our way.
When the class was over I knew I had unequivocally worked out every part of my body and felt great about it. Tomorrow I have a feeling I am going to be moaning and groaning with every move, but tonite I will savor the moment.
No words needed to be spoken between me and my workout buddy; we looked at each other and just knew. The wallet a came out, the commitment was made and Jazzercise it is.
Extra bonus: My girlfriend who I had lost touch with teaches the class three days a week so not only do I get a good workout I get to see her too…that my friends is MONEY as Guy Fieri would say.
It was a good day. Until next time…..
After our brush with death on Tuesday, my workout buddy and I decided to try a different path and ventured into the world of music and dance and took a Jazzercise class. The skies opened up, the harps played; I had found the Holy Grail. As we shimmied, shook and danced our way to a sweat we glanced at each other knowingly; this was it and without a thought our arms rose and slapped a high five. YES, we were on our way.
When the class was over I knew I had unequivocally worked out every part of my body and felt great about it. Tomorrow I have a feeling I am going to be moaning and groaning with every move, but tonite I will savor the moment.
No words needed to be spoken between me and my workout buddy; we looked at each other and just knew. The wallet a came out, the commitment was made and Jazzercise it is.
Extra bonus: My girlfriend who I had lost touch with teaches the class three days a week so not only do I get a good workout I get to see her too…that my friends is MONEY as Guy Fieri would say.
It was a good day. Until next time…..
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