Hello,
It is I, Girl of Approval. My topic is menus. Why? Because menus have been a topic of conversation lately. After a recent trip to to the dietitian, the idea of menu planning was discussed. I find this idea mind boggling. Deciding what to eat in advanced and multiple days, perhaps even weeks in advance? Terrifying. I'm a fly by the seat of your pants kind of person; however, diabetes is not an impromptu disease. It requires planning and scheduling. Blood sugars should be taken at certain times of the day, food should be eaten at the same time each day, carbohydrates should be counted and restricted, and being a floating butterfly sucking nectar at whichever random flower is encountered is not part of the Plan.
I don't always want to eat certain foods and in certain combination, and am fussy. Beyond fussy. So, meal planning let alone menu planning. Ugh. We haven't yet tackled this issue. Eric was part of that meeting with the dietitian and we both find this a difficult task. However, he has been on my case to check my blood sugar, to take my shots, to take my medications, and that's a start. But really, at what point do I have to move beyond the starting point? I've been a diabetic since 2005 and it's not going to just go away overnight. My pancreas and cells are not going to magically make more insulin and use is more efficiently just by wishing.
Where does that leave me? With a blank calendar, no meals planned, multiple cookbooks looked over, and no new recipes tried. Some people have stage fright. I have recipe fright. What if that new meal is yucky? Then what? Eat the yucky food? No, I will not. But that's wasteful and expensive. Trying two new recipes a week seems like such a gamble. I think I'd rather play the penny slots, but I am actually gambling with my eyesight, feet, kidneys.
Depressing. Not depressing is the beer cheese dip at JL Beers. This is fantastic and I could eat a vat of it. The chips are also delicious and the burger was good. I had the Humpty Dumpty. It has a fried egg on it and is fabulous! We also ate the Blue Moose and I did not have chicken strips. While this is a feat of self control, I did have chicken. Not sure I really overcame my chicken strip fetish with a chicken breast on a bun. It was also good if not a bit messy. I had the sweet potato fries and they were some of the best I've had. They came with an unidentifiable sauce which was white and appeared to have poppy seeds in it. It was a bit sweet but not creamy. I would eat it again. :o)
Neither of those meals was on the meal plan.
Sunday, October 02, 2011
Sunday, September 25, 2011
L is for Likes
Here is a brief list of things I love.
1. My family including genetic relations and acquired family
2. My friends
3. My puppies
4. Reading
5. House plan books
6. Sweets
7. Blankets
8. Learning
9. Glasses
10. Tables
11. Chairs
12. Funky lamps
13. Potable water
14. Electricity
15. Monkeys
16. The idea of sewing
17. Crossword puzzles
18. Movies
19. Dancing in the grocery store to the muzak.
20. Modern Family, Parent Hood, Mystery Diagnosis
21. Stand-up comedy
22. Books on CD
23. Insulin
24. Libraries
25. Sugar Free powdered drink mixes.
1. My family including genetic relations and acquired family
2. My friends
3. My puppies
4. Reading
5. House plan books
6. Sweets
7. Blankets
8. Learning
9. Glasses
10. Tables
11. Chairs
12. Funky lamps
13. Potable water
14. Electricity
15. Monkeys
16. The idea of sewing
17. Crossword puzzles
18. Movies
19. Dancing in the grocery store to the muzak.
20. Modern Family, Parent Hood, Mystery Diagnosis
21. Stand-up comedy
22. Books on CD
23. Insulin
24. Libraries
25. Sugar Free powdered drink mixes.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
K is for acKKKKKK!
A new phrase has been added to the American lexicon and it should go away. We need to pretend it never happened. We need to drop this horrible and stupid sentence. Alas, I do not see this occurring but see it becoming more and more prolific. Soon, t-shirts and bumper sticks will annoy my senses at every turn. Literally.
The words that have driven me to write this post? It is what it is.
What the fuck is that? This is the least informational sentence ever. After reading it or hearing it, I know nothing other than the fact that I want to gouge out someone's eyes out or, more fitting my own ear drums.
When is this obnoxious phrase used? When a mere shrug would suffice, when a what can you do wisecrack would fit better, when someone has run out of words and refuses to look for them.
I cannot stand this addition to the American English language and hope it dies soon. I hope this phrase is experiencing high cholesterol, chest pains, shortness of breath, and no doctor can save it. Please let it die. Do not put it on life support. Do not do CPR. Just let this horrid uttering quickly slip away into that goodnight.
The words that have driven me to write this post? It is what it is.
What the fuck is that? This is the least informational sentence ever. After reading it or hearing it, I know nothing other than the fact that I want to gouge out someone's eyes out or, more fitting my own ear drums.
When is this obnoxious phrase used? When a mere shrug would suffice, when a what can you do wisecrack would fit better, when someone has run out of words and refuses to look for them.
I cannot stand this addition to the American English language and hope it dies soon. I hope this phrase is experiencing high cholesterol, chest pains, shortness of breath, and no doctor can save it. Please let it die. Do not put it on life support. Do not do CPR. Just let this horrid uttering quickly slip away into that goodnight.
Monday, July 18, 2011
J for July
I am back. I cannot believe it is July. June passed slowly, each day seemed gray and rainy. July is showing to be hot and humid. However, time is now speeding by. So many things have happened, but yet not happened.
The wedding came and went, and my memories are already a blur. Good thing we have a video of it. The picture quality of the video is supposedly poor but the audio quality is good. For me, as in everything, it's the words that count.
We attended our first parade in our small town. I became excited about this outing and took pictures. What I'm going to do with picture of tractors and farm implements, I don't know.
We went to our first barbecue at the home of another resident of this small town. It was very fun. The burgers were excellent. It had been a long time since I had a charcoal grilled hamburger. I ate a single bite of a horrible, dog-food pressed into a burger shape earlier this summer and had been put-off by burger since. However, the smell on Saturday broke the spell.
My goal is to blog everyday for five days. So, here goes! :)
The wedding came and went, and my memories are already a blur. Good thing we have a video of it. The picture quality of the video is supposedly poor but the audio quality is good. For me, as in everything, it's the words that count.
We attended our first parade in our small town. I became excited about this outing and took pictures. What I'm going to do with picture of tractors and farm implements, I don't know.
We went to our first barbecue at the home of another resident of this small town. It was very fun. The burgers were excellent. It had been a long time since I had a charcoal grilled hamburger. I ate a single bite of a horrible, dog-food pressed into a burger shape earlier this summer and had been put-off by burger since. However, the smell on Saturday broke the spell.
My goal is to blog everyday for five days. So, here goes! :)
Thursday, February 10, 2011
I is for Idea
My blood boils and freezes today. I am hot, then cold. My stomach churns, twirls, and loop-d-loops. Dizziness spreads from deep within my brain to my legs so the motion moves from my stomach to my head to my feet. My back muscles are sore from... nothing. My eyes are heavy with sleep and my thoughts are fuzzy. I feel as if I'm getting sick and I don't like it.
I used a computer program to see which author my writings are like, one entry came up with a young adult author, but a second sampling came up with Kurt Vonnegut. What a lovely compliment. I adore Vonnegut's irreverent and sassy writings. This second sampling made me want to return to the blogger I was of yore. So, this is my I for Idea. I am going to try. That's it. Just try.
I am listening to an awful book on CD in the car but it is making want to shoot archery again. I haven't done this since junior high gym class. I've never figured out why they give bows and arrows to teenagers. But they did and it was fun. The Boy looked into some archery lessons for me, but at the time our finances didn't allow for such extravagances. They still don't really, but I'm turning 30 soon and I feel like I need to get of my Things to Do in Life done.
I can't believe I'll be 30 in a few weeks. It seemed like a birthday that was so far away and yet here it is. 30 seems like I should have had some much done in life, but I have no real idea as what all those cool things are.
But here are my ideas for being 30
1. Read More
2. Do Archery
3. Be more adventurous in what I eat
4. Let loose when I am not at work
5. Pet my puppies more
6. Visit my parents more often
7. Take more bubble baths
8. Learn to sew
9. Go to the spa
10. Eat slower
11. Stop furrowing my brow
12. Take more pictures
13. Write more of anything
14. Try not to be annoyed when people at my office cough up a lung every two seconds
15. Take better care of my skin
16. Drink more wine
17. Continue baking
18. Walk the puppies more
19. Text my brother more
20. Work on having better posture
21. Floss more frequently
22. Stop clenching my jaw while I'm awake
23. Laugh more
24. Curse more
25. Watch more indepedent films
26. Watch more artsy films
27. Enjoy music more
28. Care
29. Love
30. Hope
I used a computer program to see which author my writings are like, one entry came up with a young adult author, but a second sampling came up with Kurt Vonnegut. What a lovely compliment. I adore Vonnegut's irreverent and sassy writings. This second sampling made me want to return to the blogger I was of yore. So, this is my I for Idea. I am going to try. That's it. Just try.
I am listening to an awful book on CD in the car but it is making want to shoot archery again. I haven't done this since junior high gym class. I've never figured out why they give bows and arrows to teenagers. But they did and it was fun. The Boy looked into some archery lessons for me, but at the time our finances didn't allow for such extravagances. They still don't really, but I'm turning 30 soon and I feel like I need to get of my Things to Do in Life done.
I can't believe I'll be 30 in a few weeks. It seemed like a birthday that was so far away and yet here it is. 30 seems like I should have had some much done in life, but I have no real idea as what all those cool things are.
But here are my ideas for being 30
1. Read More
2. Do Archery
3. Be more adventurous in what I eat
4. Let loose when I am not at work
5. Pet my puppies more
6. Visit my parents more often
7. Take more bubble baths
8. Learn to sew
9. Go to the spa
10. Eat slower
11. Stop furrowing my brow
12. Take more pictures
13. Write more of anything
14. Try not to be annoyed when people at my office cough up a lung every two seconds
15. Take better care of my skin
16. Drink more wine
17. Continue baking
18. Walk the puppies more
19. Text my brother more
20. Work on having better posture
21. Floss more frequently
22. Stop clenching my jaw while I'm awake
23. Laugh more
24. Curse more
25. Watch more indepedent films
26. Watch more artsy films
27. Enjoy music more
28. Care
29. Love
30. Hope
Monday, January 17, 2011
H is for Hello
Well, Hello!
So, what can I tell you about the letter "H"?
Well, in my life it represents Home. I have two homes. My parents' house, which is the place I grew up in and then my home with Eric. At one time, Hurley lived in my house but now she lives with my parents and she is so happy. Hurley is a smart dog who knows she's got it good.
I never thought somewhere other than my parents' house would be home. But it happened. Norris, Oreo, and Eric are my home.
H also stands for Hot Dogs. There is a specific brand of hot dog that I love and I can only find it in my hometown. Where I work and live does not have these declisious red monstrosities. I've been told hot dogs should not turn the bun red, but really it should. So, my parents get the giant 50 pack for me each year and my need for this hot dog is sated. I merely peek into freezer and spot the individual services I have placed the hot dogs into and know that this is home.
H means Hurry. The wedding is in May and I feel like I have to hurry and get so much stuff done. Need to get the invitations printed, get the guest list finalized, get The Boy's ring, get my undergarments, get my dress altered, find shoes, figure out the flowers, and the list go on. But it's supposed to be a fun wedding and in the end all that matters is that I marry Eric and everyone celebrates with us.
H is for Hello and See You Later.
So, what can I tell you about the letter "H"?
Well, in my life it represents Home. I have two homes. My parents' house, which is the place I grew up in and then my home with Eric. At one time, Hurley lived in my house but now she lives with my parents and she is so happy. Hurley is a smart dog who knows she's got it good.
I never thought somewhere other than my parents' house would be home. But it happened. Norris, Oreo, and Eric are my home.
H also stands for Hot Dogs. There is a specific brand of hot dog that I love and I can only find it in my hometown. Where I work and live does not have these declisious red monstrosities. I've been told hot dogs should not turn the bun red, but really it should. So, my parents get the giant 50 pack for me each year and my need for this hot dog is sated. I merely peek into freezer and spot the individual services I have placed the hot dogs into and know that this is home.
H means Hurry. The wedding is in May and I feel like I have to hurry and get so much stuff done. Need to get the invitations printed, get the guest list finalized, get The Boy's ring, get my undergarments, get my dress altered, find shoes, figure out the flowers, and the list go on. But it's supposed to be a fun wedding and in the end all that matters is that I marry Eric and everyone celebrates with us.
H is for Hello and See You Later.
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