yogurt and trail mix

I love food porn.  You know, those websites with beautiful food pictures, and recipes that make it sound so easy, and then you try it and your dish doesn’t look anything like the picture, but you keep going back to that website anyways (Food52, looking at you. Why can’t I quit you?).


I shouldn’t trash food blogs, I get a TON of great recipes from them and I love to cook. Food blogs are like a never ending issue of Real Simple magazine.


I laughed my head off the other day, when I found an article on a fancypants food blog that will not be named, about a luxurious traditional Turkish breakfast. The writer of the article had recently returned from Istanbul, and fell in love with this particular breakfast that was available at her hotel.   Are you ready for the One Weird Trick to an amazing Turkish breakfast?


It’s thick Greek yogurt,  topped with your choice of chopped dried fruit, chopped nuts, and seeds.  maybe a drizzle of honey.


So, erm,  greek yogurt with trail mix?  Dude, I have this for breakfast like every fricken’ day.  I buy plain full fat Fage brand yogurt (cuz most yogurt tastes gross) and the bulk bag of fruits and nuts trail mix, and then sprinkle some (ok, a lot) of trail mix on my yogurt.


I had no idea I was having a fancy Turkish breakfast!  next time I sprinkle my yogurt with trail mix (sometimes I switch it up and just sprinkle craisins on top, or maybe some of those chopped pecans in the fridge) I’m going to make sure everyone in the house and on the internet knows I’m having a fancy Turkish breakfast.


How flexible are you?

and by that, I mean how do you respond to change?

Change is unavoidable, but how we deal with it can often be predictable.  Do you roll with the punches and accept change? or do you rail against it, and wish for the old ways?

Change can be something as simple as they don’t make  your favorite flavor of lip balm anymore, so you have to buy a different one.  It can be a little more complicated, like your work schedule changing, or your child’s school schedule changing.  Sometimes changes don’t affect you that much,  sometimes they are a right pain the rear.

so, how flexible are you?

Dear Blue Jeans, I love you but. . .

Dear Blue Jeans,

I love you, but we gotta talk.

You’ve always been there for me.  Your denim is so soft against my skin, your seams hold up, I can wear you with flats or heeled boots, I can wear you with anything!  You survive forever, no matter what I put you through, only getting softer and more comfy over time.

I love you so much, so it kills me to leave you.

You see, I’m apple shaped.  I can’t even call myself “curvy”, since there aren’t much in the way of curves to speak  of.  I’m not even pear shaped, I am a perfect apple, with the widest part of my body exactly where the waistband and fly button of blue jeans hits. My belly pushes you down, so there is a chunk of fabric right over my crotch. Trust me, this is not a flattering look.  Could I buy a larger size to match my outsized waist? Sure! But I’d be swimming in the extra fabric everywhere else.  Could I buy boy’s sizes, and wear suspenders?  Probably, but I’m really not interested in that look.  Could I buy jeggings? that’s a firm no. because jeggings.

Jeans, it’s not you, it’s me.   I’m just not comfortable wearing you anymore. instead of forcing my body into clothes that don’t match my shape, or starving myself to match the shape of my clothes, I’m just going to wear different clothes.

I’m not going to wear you for a while, but I’ll always love you, and you’ll always be in my heart.


Apple Shaped Girl.



shopping in the wrong section

I’m short, and proportioned, erm, oddly.  and um, I sweat, like, a lot.  Me and cotton socks are super BFFs.

so the other day, I’m out shopping and my goal is to buy: black socks for work that have a high cotton content, and some more of those super adorable maxi skirts.

Husband and I went through every pair of black socks at Kohl’s and Penney’s. barely any cotton content.  So we went to the kids section, and found some black Nike socks for boys that were 80% cotton.  I wear a size 6 – 6.5 shoe, so kids socks I can totally do.  Win!

now for some skirts.  I tried that fancy Cato place, and Dress barn, and Maurice’s, and a few other lady like stores. All had some cute maxi skirts.  But they were about 10 inches too long, perfect if I wanted to pull the elastic up to my armpits, put on a belt and wear it as a strapless summer dress.   In the same mall as Cato and Maurice’s was a Target. Oh how I love Target! Where I can buy a winter jacket and a bikini in the same store! I bet they have some cute maxi skirts!   The skirts in the women’s dept were way to long, so I marched myself over to the kids department. . . .

and twenty minutes later was the proud owner of two long skirts that were a girls size 16.  A little snug in the waist, but the length is perfect.  and the fabric is a lot thicker than what you find in the ladies department. I guess adult women are totally fine with nearly see through clothes but your average fourteen year old isn’t having any of that crap?

Today’s chat-around questions are:

what do you buy in unexpected areas of a department store?


Now that i have adorable maxi skirts, how the hell do I style these things?  One is black and grey striped, the other is purple and blue striped, and the last one is all white.


Smoothies look disgusting.


I’m sorry, but they do.


They look like babyfood that’s weird colors.  a purple smoothie? a green one?  it just looks…   ick.


and don’t even get me started on the texture.


all the things you put in your smoothie? They are delicious.  avocado, milk, cinnamon, berries,  whatever else.  each thing by itself is super yummy and I want to put it in my tummy.  I’ll put them in my tummy separately, thank you very much, and let my tummy smush it all up and turn it into baby food.

Is this what Arthritis feels like?

it started last winter. My knuckles would be a little stiff, a little swollen. I’d have to take my wedding rings off, which is annoying, because I’m kinda obsessed about wearing them.  it felt like I’d bashed my hands against a brick wall, I expected bruises to show up.  heat and humidity helped.


Our apartment is three flights up, and the outdoor steps are really steep. Sometimes my knees would lock up as I was walking down the stairs.


It rained all weekend, and damn did we need the rain. My knees have been hurting since Friday. I biked on our excercize  bike for about a half hour, and they stopped hurting, and then started again. Ice pack didn’t help.  they just hurt like a mofo.


I’m 37.  Is this arthritis? Is this normal?