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Can you Dukan?

Happy Humpday!

How is it already Wednesday? How is it only Wednesday? I’m so conflicted about how I’m feeling about this week! I can’t wait for the weekend to get here so I can see my family and move! I am also dreading this weekend because I’m, well, moving. I’m trying to pack, but the clutter is making me feel stressed and unprepared. Gah.

I can’t sleep, and I think my hair is starting to fall out. And no, I’m not being overly dramatic. GOSH!

It’s times like these when a little magic would come in handy.

Daniel, dear, I’d be eternally grateful if you could shoot a spell or two my way to pack up all my things. Kthanks. ๐Ÿ™‚

In other news, I’m on day three of the Dukan Diet. Now, I’m not going to make this a “diet” blog, and I’m not going to sit here and defend my eating choices because, let’s be real-

(I’m going to regret putting that picture up.)

Anyhoo, I believe that diets (as in, the way one eats) are personal decisions. It’s whatever works for you, your lifestyle, and your tummy.

I’m in the protein-only phase of my diet, and it hasn’t been too bad. I’ve done similar diets, and I know they effective for me, but I really appreciated the Dukan Diet’s low-fat approach. (As opposed to Atkins’ “fat-don’t-matter!” approach that might be a tad less heart-healthy.)

I do feel like a goober eating straight-up meat all the time though. To improve morale, I think I might have to start acting like this guy:

Except, replace MEAT! with every time he says COOKIE!… nom nom nom. (And don’t you dare say TWSS!… you know who you are. ๐Ÿ˜‰ )

My dear friend Elizabeth nominated me for the “7 Links Challenge” the other day on her lovely blog “Legally Blissful.”ย  And I’ll do it, I promise! (But maybe after the moving shenanigans have ceased.)

Now, in the words of Tim Gunn, “Back to work!”

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Saturday Link Love

I read this article from Spark People about “Healthy Fitness Horoscopes.” I’m not a big horoscope-believer, but I do find myself to be a pretty accurate Scorpio. (Passionate, stubborn, intense..totally me, right?) I had never seen the Healthy-Fitness-version, however, and found it to be pretty interesting as well:

As a Scorpio, you tend to feel guilty about not being perfect. It pains you to realize your body is not the ideal that you think it should be. Cut yourself some slack and give up on the pursuit of perfection. Find satisfaction in knowing that you are working hard to achieve you fitness goals and you’re getting healthierโ€”even if you never lose those last five pounds. Be true to yourself. If you know that your fitness plan isnโ€™t as good as it should be, do something proactive instead of beating yourself up. Remember that self-love is the first step toward happiness and you deserve the best in life. By learning to accept your shortcomings instead of berating yourself, you may find it easier to reach your goals.

So weird! Get out of my head, SparkPeople.

In other weird personality-quiz-news, my boss made me take this Kingdomality quiz for fun.

Apparently, if I lived in medieval times I would have been the “White Knight.”

our distinct personality, The White Knight, might be found in most of the thriving kingdoms of the time. Don Quixote was a White Knight as was Joan of Arc, the Lone Ranger and Crusader Rabbit. As a White Knight you expect nothing in return for your good deeds. You are one of the true “Givers” of the world. You are the anonymous philanthropist who shares your wealth, your time and your life with others. To give, is its own reward and as a White Knight you seek no other. On the positive side you are merciful, sympathetic, helpful, giving and heroic. On the negative side you may be impulsively decisive, sentimental and misdirected. Interestingly, your preference is just as applicable in today’s corporate kingdoms.

Good to know that I’m similar to Don Quixote. (I never liked Sancho Panza anyways.)

If you haven’t heard, Borders is going out of business. There’s some may-jah sales going on, so naturally I had to browse their remaining selection. This is what I came up with after 15 minutes of looking:

I am going to be all types of cultured. You have no idea. And before you ask: yes, I have a Kindle. But no, I don’t just want to buy all of these as e-book versions. I like the actual books! Plus they look pretty on my shelf.

And for my last little bit of randomness, did anyone else see the new PMS milk ads from the California Milk Organization? Some people think they’re sexist and rude, but I find them pretty dang hilarious. The ad campaign is based on new research that says that milk can help minimize the symptoms of PMS in women. They’re a little harsh, but let’s be real- all women should be able to admit that certain times of the month (due to chemicals and science, duh) we can be a bit…testy. Some of my favorite lines from the ads are: “I’m apologize for letting you misinterpret what I was saying” and “I’m sorry I listened to what you said, and not what you meant.”

Pretty genius. Now I need some chocolate. Or milk, apparently?

This Just In:

I was watching Good Morning America while getting ready for work this morning. Two of the “Top Stories” today were about a shark attack and,….hot weather (?).

First of all, I feel bad for the girl who got bit. I’m terrified of sharks, so I can’t imagine how scary that would be! – Especially since she was 10 years old. HOWEVER, on GMA this morning they quoted her mom, saying that she was “furious” at the local police for not posting signs to notify tourists that there were…wait for it….SHARKS IN THE OCEAN.

Woah woah woah. There are sharks….in the ocean….everywhere?!

Shutthefrontdoor. And damn those local police for not notifying us earlier. I mean really. I’d be pretty upset if I got attacked by a shark, but it is definitely part of the risk you take getting in the ocean. (And I wouldn’t blame anyone else for my decision, either.)

In other news, it’s really hot! During July…which, coincidentally, is smack-dab in the middle of Summer. (I know, someone should have notified us about that as well.)

Yankees everywhere, I don’t feel bad for you. Although I do bet you’re reconsidering that wholeย  “we-don’t-need-central-air” thing right about now.

People, it’s hot outside. Don’t leave your children/pets in the car, lay down on the asphalt, or do anything else ridiculous and you should be fine.

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End of my early-morning rant. Why is news so stupid nowadays?! Maybe it’s a reflection of the people that watch it. (Yeah, that means me too.)

Happy Friday. ๐Ÿ™‚

Breakthrough

If it wasn’t obvious enough, I’ve been in a sort of “blogging slump” lately.

I’ve also been in a cleaning slump, exercise slump, and organizational slump, but those are stories for another day. ๐Ÿ˜‰

I realized I hadn’t been cooking (at least anything worth writing about) or baking, both things I love, in quite a while! Probably good for my pant size, but desperately not good for my soul.

Last Thursday, I attempted to recreate some orange cream-cicle-like cupcakes I found online. I was baking at a friend’s house, out of my “element,” and I ended up substituting a TON of ingredients. (I’m actually not quite sure if I incorporated any parts of the original recipe.) I shared the cupcakes with friends and coworkers, and got plenty of very kind reviews, but I was personally very disappointed with them! They were okay, but nothing near my usual product level. I vowed to try again.

That’s where these beautiful babies came in.

Okay, so they don’t *look* super pretty, but boy are they delicious. They’re called “Brown Sugar Blueberry Cookies,” and I got the recipe from this wonderful blog.

I made a few semi-healthy adaptations (mostly because it was all I had), including swapping the all purpose flour for whole wheat, and the one stick of butter for one stick of smart balance buttery blend. (So they’re practically a health-food, obviously!)

How do they taste? Absolutely wonderful. They’ve definitely got a cookie-muffin-hybrid thing going on, especially with the blueberries, but the result is phenomenal. I enjoy eating them warm, with extra butter of course.

And you thought I was joking about the extra butter thing. Although it’s technically not butter, right?! I can’t believe it either. BAH-DUM-CHHH.

Sorry, that was bad. Even for me. ๐Ÿ˜€ I’m going to go eat a muffookie. Or a cuffin? No, definitely a mookie.

Father’s Day :-)

While I consider both of my parents my best friends, I definitely have a strong daddy’s-girl side to me.

Some fun facts about my father and I:

  • We both know every word of the song The Devil Went Down to Georgia and will sing it together, in lovely harmony.
  • I was also most likely the only six year old that knew all of the songs on Tom Petty’s Greatest Hits CD and the ZZ Top Greatest Hits album, thanks to my dad.
  • My father was my soccer coach, and “patiently” attempted to guide me through golf, tennis, and softball, too. (Even though I was kind of awful.)
  • He affectionately refers to me as “rubber girl” because of my lack of muscle mass and bendy limbs. Is that affectionate? Maybe.
  • I majored in Risk Management/Insurance thanks to my father’s insurance-background, and we have long discussions about catastrophic losses, actuarially sound rates, and the role of government regulation in the field. Did I mention we enjoy these conversations? A lot.

  • He also really likes nature, specifically birds.
  • My popcicle and I are also big history/politics nerds, and we buy each other/ourselves books as presents. (Like, often.)
  • After watching Father of the Bride one evening, my father declared that I was never allowed to get married. He then conceded that it would probably be okay if I got married around 40. Good to know. ๐Ÿ˜‰

I’m pretty bummed that I can’t be with him today, but I’m so thankful that I have a wonderful father and that we have such a close relationship.

Love you, Popcicle!! Happy Father’s Day.

Had to do it.

Warning: You are about to read a completely useless post. Proceed at your own risk.

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I tend to get pretty irritated when people treat me like a little kid. I’m all about Southern charm, and calling people honey, except when it’s done in a totally condescending way.

Like, “Sweetie, are you aware you have to be 15 in order to sit in an exit row on an airplane?”

“Honey, how can you possibly even know what that song/band/movie is?!”

Ugh. And that whole “wow. you don’t look a day over 16!” bit it getting old.

Almost as old as everyone telling me I’ll like it when I’m older. ๐Ÿ˜‰ (Which I totally concede that I will, but it doesn’t make it any more pleasant at the moment!)

As you can tell, I’m pretty defensive on the subject. I find it hard to believe that I look THAT young!

And then I see pictures like this:

Yup. That’s me. Looking like a hyperactive five year old.

Maybe I should cut people a ton of little slack.

love.

These shoes.

And B&W photography. (And Shirley Temple curls.)

Seriously, I had just woken up. Major bedhead and raccoon face! But you can’t tell!… Well, mostly. ๐Ÿ˜‰

Speaking of ST, aren’t we practically twins??

Oh 1935. I love you, too. I was totally born in the wrong era.