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Are you a geek?! Do people call you for help with their phones? Computers? Cheat codes for whatever games they may be playing?
Relish in the fact that you are awesome and quite possibly the smartest person on the face of the Earth. Okay maybe not…. But still. Celebrate who you are today!!
Which would you rather live without?
Technology or Meat
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I am just.
I am just… me.
Period. That’s it.
I started out as a daughter. I am a good daughter. I try to take care of my parents as often as I can and make sure they know that I love them. In the beginning parents make us who we are and then society molds us into who we become.
I am a sibling. One younger brother. We live too far apart to see each other often enough. I may be a little hard on him but it’s only because I want him to have an amazing life full of happy memories and no regrets.
I am an ex-wife… twice. The first marriage was young minds thinking big thoughts and growing up too fast. The second marriage taught me a few things I needed to move on in life and gave me 2 of 3 most cherished things in my life, my first 2 children. Some may think me a sinner for getting divorced and a failure for not succeeding in a successful marriage. Call it what you will. I know the choices I’ve made put my children where they are now and there are definitely no regrets there.
I am a girl friend. I believe I finally found where my heart belongs and who it belonged with. I may not make the best choices all the time, I may not be able to cook anything. At all. Ever. I may be cluttered both literally and metaphorically. But I do love him and believe I made at least one right decision.
I am a mother. A damn good mother. I am not the best mother. I make mistakes. I sometimes would rather catch a nap then go to the park. I may be a little more protective than other mothers. I may let them get away with a little too much some days. But my children will never wonder if I love them or what they mean to me. They are the keys to my heart and nothing more than there giggles are needed to change the prospective of any given day. They may think from time to time I have too many rules… I just want to keep them as safe as I can while I can. I want them to have the absolute best life with the best memories.
I am a painter. I paint acrylic on canvas and love it. I look forward to learning more techniques and building my expertise. Giving or selling my paintings to other people makes me happy. I love the thought of my artistic vision hanging in someone else’s home.
I am a DIY-er and crafter. I love to make things and repurpose things. I love to make things for other people.
I am a thrift shopper. I love to find great deals at thrift stores, garage sales, flea markets and clearance sales.
I am a blogger. I love to tell stories. Whether they are fact or fiction, it makes me happy. Sometimes I type too much but I always try to reach out and touch someone with my posts.
I am a vlogger. I don’t really know all of the ins and outs of it yet, but I love posting videos. I love watching other videos and learning about other people and their lives.
I am a tweeter. I love putting out little tweets and sharing others. I won’t lie… I love when someone famous (or at least famous IMO) follows me.
I am a worker. I work too much honestly. There are so many things I like and want to do. I was a bartender for about 12 years and am just now closing that chapter of my life. I’ve been learning medical billing and coding for about a year now and am enjoying the challenge. I am a Scentsational Consultant for Scentsy and am looking forward to growing my business there. I am an Educational Comsultant for Usborne Books and More and that is honestly my passion. I someday hope to be so successful with Usborne that it is the only thing I do professionally. I work a lot. With taking bar tending out of the mix I will have more time for all of the things I love to do listed above.
I am a woman. An all to often, hard on my self woman. I am not in love with the way I look, but then again who is? No one really, I suspect. At least no one “real” that is. I am who and what I am. And that’s all there is to that.
In a nutshell I’m a free-spirited, passionate, artsy Usborne and Scentsy lady. A warm cup of Earl Grey, good book & giggles from my babies are the best. I am a lucky girl.
So there it was… Day 4 of my No Eating Out For a Week challenge. It was after 8:00 pm and after working later than I meant to I realized I never pulled out chicken to thaw for the dish I was going to make that night. Doggonit.
Do I fall off the wagon and just grab Taco Casa on the way home? Suddenly, my inner voice screamed out at me, “NO! You started this challenge… Now figure something out, you big dummy!” Geez. You don’t have to be so mean. Ok. Ok. You’re right… What to do? This late? I need easy, fast and yummy; I thought.
I began to push threw all of the jumbled up recipes in my mind that had been shared with me in the last few days. Information overload.
Suddenly… Somewhere in the darkness I saw a tiny little lightbulb and it was getting closer and closer… Smack! It hit me right between my eyes and I suddenly knew exactly what to do!
I pushed a little harder on the gas pedal as I made my way through the barrage of soccer moms and people just getting out of late night meetings, all on their way to McD’s I’m sure. I really felt sorry for them knowing they would probably have to go back in or through the line again to fix their order that was sure to be messed up. Maybe not… Maybe I’m the only person that all restaurants and fast food places hate.
I felt like I’d never make it in time. Eventually the sign appeared ahead of me. I felt it’s blue light shining on me from just a hundred feet away. Albertsons had never looked so sweet.
As I got closer I saw that the parking lot was nearly empty! Aha! It was meant to be. I get a spot right up front. Wait. Why are there grocery carts blocking that door. Oh no!! Don’t tell me they are closed! I noticed a couple coming out of the Exit door so I snuck in and headed to the deli.
The cleaning crew was no where in site but you could smell the overwhelming scent of lemon from the newly cleaned floor. As I rounded the corner my foot caught just the right slick spot and I felt the cold hard floor before my rear ever hit it. That’s what you get for sneaking in the exit, silly.
After I picked myself up and looked around I only saw one person and he didn’t appear to be trying to hide laughter, so I didn’t think anyone saw my graceful journey to the floor. I placed my pride back in my pocket and slowly walked over to the heated kiosks. Damn. Empty.
I took a deep breath and glided over to the young boy (We’ll call him Toby- he looked like a Toby) stocking bell pepper and onions. “Excuse me sir. I know you don’t work in that section, but do you know where they put the leftover rotisserie chickens?” He nods and I’m pretty sure I can see a small grin that he is trying to hide. Dang it. He did see me wipeout.
He walks me over to a glass case and there are 4 chickens left. Unfortunately, they are all cold and I don’t mean ‘not hot’, I mean like refrigerator chilled. That is not going to work. I guess Toby could see the disappointment in my face, or maybe he felt bad after watching me bust my ass on the lemony-fresh floor. He says he’ll be right back and sneaks in the deli and comes back out with 3 warm chickens – in 3 different flavors. That Toby, such a nice kid. I take the lemon pepper because it was the closest to me and give him a nod and a quiet, “Thank you very much.” He smiles, gives me a little wink and heads back to return the rest of the chickens.
As I turn to head toward the checkout I realize I am absentmindedly rubbing my sore bum when an elderly couple turning onto the coffe isle are looking at me and snickering. I quietly take my pride out of my pocket, smack it around a bit, and tuck it deep into the bottom of my purse. Where it remained until much later.
After I got home, I quickly got to work. The Mini-Me had already cooked the bag of frozen broccoli florets so I only had 3 things left to do. De-bone the chicken, cook the rice and cook the corn.
I fill the pan with water and throw a couple of tablespoons of butter in to begin to melt. I open both bags of rice which looked the same on the outside:
But when I poured them in the pan, they were completely different. On the top you can see regular white rice with a white cheese powder and on the bottom it is more like a skinny long rice with a yellow cheese powder. Weird.
Anyway… Rice comes to a boil so I turn it to low and put on the lid for about 8 minutes. Which is perfect. It took about that long to de-bone the chicken. Although my niece had to leave the room during the de-boning process. She dissected a frog at school the same day and couldn’t take the sounds the bird was making as I savagely pulled it apart. (Enter evil aunt-y laugh here.)
Once the chicken was ready to go, I stirred the rice and poured the chicken in. While that was warming I emptied the corn in a bowl and added some good ol’ Country Crock and a little salt and pepper. After it spun in the microwave for 2 minutes… Dinner was done!!
It was so yummy, easy clean up and hardly any leftovers! My family was so appreciative and so proud of me for sticking to my “No Fast Food For a Week” challenge.
Happy to say there seems to be no permanent damage to my bottom and in that moment watching my family eagerly get in line for seconds, I was so proud.
Day 5 is Crock Pot BBQ Chicken. Wish me luck!
Like I said…. How can I mess up tacos?!
Take a little of this…
I warmed up a can of refried beans with shredded cheese in the microwave and made the box of Spanish rice (above) in my microwaveable rice cooker from Avon.
I used my very handy Braum’s Ice Cream scoop to chop up avocado:
And my super cool new kitchen gadget:
I used it to slice my grape tomatoes. I can’t wait to use it for Little Mans grapes. 😊
Dinner was yummy!
Okay, so I tried the Italian chicken thing last night…
This is what it look like before it went in the oven:
I really have a tough time cooking chicken. I’m always afraid it’s going to be raw and I’m going to make my whole family sick or I’m afraid I’ll cook it too long and it will be to dry. Last night after cooking my chicken 45 minutes it was still very raw so I put it on for another 30 minutes and that was my mistake. 20 minutes probably would’ve been fine but it was so wrong I was so worried if I didn’t cook it long enough it would make everybody sick.
This is what it look like when it came out of the oven after I cut up the big chicken pieces so they would cook faster:
All in all I felt like everything tasted pretty good although I did add some Italian salad dressing to my chicken because it was a little bland for me. The kids seem to like it and everyone had their favorite. The big kid like the chicken, the mini me like the potatoes, the little guy wouldn’t even try it… He is so picky! I really like the green beans and the Mister. didn’t try it either…
Day three will be taco Tuesday… How can I messed that up?! Wish me luck…
So it was day one of my “No eating fast food” week. After a very long grocery trip I didn’t get home until almost 9 PM so we just had frozen dinners for dinner. I didn’t break the rule, we did not eat out… we did save money… but I’m not sure that a frozen pot pie is any more nutritious then something from Taco Bell or McDonald’s.
For day number two I am going to try and Italian chicken dish. Wish me luck…