December 2010
45 posts
Post-surgical post
I got kind of a shitty deal in DNA. Not only am I short and fat, but I have paper thin tissue around the veins in my left leg. This has caused my veins to bulge up to the skin, forming rope-like protrusions that wrap around my thigh and calf. I’ve had this problem since my pregnancy in my early 20s. This problem is not just unsightly, it causes pain, fatigue and numbness in my left leg. This...
Grocery shopping less than one hour after having veins in my leg fried. Profile in courage.
All done. And I’m frrrrreeeezing cold. And my leg? Ouuuuch.
My vein is burning, and it smells like an ashtray in here.
Right now I am have a vein zapped out of my left leg with a laser. Right now.
Kitchen therapy, now with more anti-anxiety meds!
I am going to make a soup and a dessert tonight to serve to my in-laws tomorrow night.
Because I try to buy people’s respect and affection with food.
So let me pop a Klonopin and head toward the food processor. It’s how I roll.
The "F" bomb
I am one fucked up bitch. Seriously. When I take a good long look at myself from an outsider’s perspective, I can honestly say that I am what is commonly known as a hot mess.
Besides being morbidly obese, like the kind of fat that makes vapid Marie Claire hacks cringe, I have a litany of medical complaints. Arthritis. Migraines. Anxiety and depression. High blood pressure.
Although I...
it's the latest thing
aplacetolovedogs:
Chowder. Banana nut bread. Fresh salsa. What else...
Thinking tiramasu. Someone talk me down.
Salsa Claus is coming to town
Why does roasted tomatillo salsa have to be a summer only appetizer. It’s red and green. If that doesn’t say “ho ho ho” I don’t know what does. Click here for the recipe. I’m taking this festive and healthy dish to a holiday gathering tonight. Party on, bitches.
Banana nut bread in the oven, bitches
Click right here for the recipe. Easy, easy, easy and it’s the best use for brown bananas in the epicurial world. I kid you not. Yum.
I just told my cat I don't love him anymore & he...
“It’s being here now that’s important. There’s no past and there’s no future....”
– George Harrison (via jkdcat)
Your Nutritionista: 10 Things to Do with a... →
nutritionista:
For today’s More Than Mary post, I take on the rotisserie chicken. For around $5, you have the basis for at least 10 (but probably closer to 100) different meals.
My boyfriend and I were at Sam’s Club the other night, and we wanted something easy we could eat for dinner. Enter the $5…
Listening to that inner voice, the one that says,...
I have a bad knee. It wasn’t always bad. At one time it kept my upper leg nicely attached to my lower leg, moved in the correct direction when it was supposed to move, supported my weight.
All the things a good knee should do.
Then one day seven years ago, I fell off a ladder, and that’s when my knee went bad. I shredded the cartilage that kept the knee moving smoothly, and it all...
I may or may not have
Gotten all weepy while listening to corny Christmas music on my drive home.
Let me be blunt...
E-mail correspondence with a PR rep I’ll call Sue:
Sue: Did you get the review copy of the book I sent you in October?
Me: Yes I did. We will not be featuring a review on our page. I put the copy in our “free book” bin and, alas, months later, it’s still there.
Sue: I don’t understand. Is there a fee to have a book review published?
Me: Uh, no. Let me clarify....
My cat is chasing his tail all over the dining...
I’d stop him, but he’s so damn cute when he channels his inner kitten.
Why doesn't anyone recognize who the victim is...
Yesterday was one of those mad crazy days when there was no time to eat and I kinda wished I wore Depends.
After 6 p.m. I tweeted that the only sustenance I’d had all day was two cups of coffee and two slices of cake.
I know, not nutritionally sound. If you are looking for prose about good eating habits, just skip this post because it only gets worse from here.
So, shortly after I announced to...
Finishing my photo project and baking a dozen dozen cookies today. Mad multi-tasking skillz, yo.
Light snow falling, inside my cozy house with warm cookies by the glow of the Christmas tree. We got our Norman Rockwell going up in this joint.
Heard on radio “Jingle Bells” by The Singing Dogs. My Christmas season? Much merrier now. Woof, woof, woof.
My husband is channeling his inner Clark Griswold...
Not sure how I feel about this.
It's Christmas time
Which in my house means it’s cookie time, bitches. Gettin’ my baking on today!
Day off FTW
Lunch with my husband, drinking a beer, going Christmas shopping.
