a few things i love

im not real hard to please.  i dont think so at least.  i dont like big things. i dont like surprises.  i dont want gifts with lots of money in them.  but lately ive just found a few favorite things that i thought id share.

gum.  i am addicted.  if it was cigarettes id have black lungs.  i chew probably 6+ pieces a day.  anyways i found a new favorite kind.  and since im such a great blogger, you would think id know the name of the gum to share with you.  but i dont.  its trident.  its new.  its in a black pack.  and its sold at the fuquay food lion.  get you some.

secondly.  panera.  i used to go to chick fila on fridays.  i loved it.  now.  i go to panera...not just fridays, more like twice a week.  and i get the same thing - a chocolate chip bagel and a small hazelnut drip coffee, with half and half and 2 splendas.  just like that.

stick boy.  ive blogged on stick boy.  but seriously its so good.  i go after work sometimes and i do my devotions by the window and drink larrys beans drip coffee.  also with half and half and two packs of splenda.  its really superb.  i love the atmosphere.

sister hazel - you see my beautiful.  you can listen to it here:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xbP91M98G0Q ...really go listen to it.  its fantastic and sweet and sounds good.

okay...thats enough for now.  its really the small things.  have a good day :)


 

a bangin' recipe

today at work i decided i would make supper.  shocking, i know.  but i just felt inclined.  i generally resort to all vegetables or breakfast or some meal with hamburger in it.  a really good cook - lucky jonathan - ha.

anyways i decided i wanted to cook something super tasty and different from the norm.  so where did i go to look for recipes?  pioneer woman website of course.  i have her cookbook, which is great.  but i was at work and wanted to find a quick recipe before i left.

so what did i make you ask?

THIS

grilled chicken and pineapple quesadillas.  YUM.  so thats grilled chicken AND grilled pineapple.  put some shredded monterey jack cheese in there, a little jack daniels bbq sauce, throw them on the griddle.  they were really really good.  

jonathan loved them.  but he has been trained to not exclaim.  because i dont like that.  i dont want him coming home and saying "babe these are unbelievable.  thank you so much, these are awesome.  good job!"  no.  "this is good" is sufficient.  

but anyways - try that recipe.  try all of pioneer woman recipes.  you won't be let down.  

the end of the post.

massages.

massages.  they are so great.  im really kind of/completely obsessed with them.  that was probably my favorite part of my honeymoon - the spa at primland - yessss.  i love them.  i make jonathan rub my feet or back a few times a week - i wish i was exaggerating.  but i love them.


however.  i don't love the sometimes awkwardness that can come with them.  what i prefer is for the therapist to just be quiet.  dont talk to me.  let me listen to the water run down the stones.  or the fun indian music that is played.  dont ask me how often i work out or what my job is or how my bunny is.  no.


so ive had a few stories in my day.  for one i went with gloria to get a massage the other day.  i had a friendly, large, african american female as my masseuse.  she was very sweet.  she was super at massaging.  but then.  out of nowhere.  i hear homegirl shout.  i mean shout.  i mean me become tense and lift my head out of the face rest.  what does she shout?  


"oooooooooh cramp.  ooooh honey i got a cramp.  cramp in my leg.  whewwwww cramp in my leg.  gotta rub it out.  cramp in my leg."


that is not soothing.  that was awkward.  i tried to pretend i was asleep.


then.  for the awkward of all awkwards.  my massage on my honeymoon.  like i said it was my favorite part of the honeymoon.  but there was some pre-time that was awkward.  i like to know exactly what is expected of me.  i dont like to guess what i am supposed to do - especially in social situations.


so.  i check in.  easy enough.  they give me weird sandals and a robe.  sweet.  then i fill out my paperwork - self explanatory.  then sweet girl comes to get me and bring me back to my locker for prep.  we walk into the locker room and she shows me around.  very pretty.  soothing.   thennn she says something.  and i miss it.  but what i think she says is something like this.


"and here is your locker, number 62, and you can jut put your clothes into your locker, and put on your robe, and there are some panties in there."


hmm.. okay.  panties?  why?  i have my own panties.  and they are called underwear.  i dont wear other peoples panties.  hmm maybe thats not what she said.


so she leaves.  i open my locker.  and what do i find.  some black mesh piece.  not sure.  is this the "panties?"  or did i competely hear her wrong.  oh great.  am i required to wear those?  okay maybe i should just try them.


i pull out the "panties" and they just dont look like panties.  if they are, they are one size fits all.  with bikini straps.  they are kind of like those bags you recycle from the grocery store if you are organic.  


so there i stand in the locker room.  by myself.  unsure what to do.  okay im sure she DID say panties ill just put them on.  WAIT.  what if she DIDNT and i walk in in a bag meant for my clothes.  little masseuse is going to think i am some freak.  put them on take them off put them on take them off.  i just can't risk that this girl is going to think i am using their bags as my underwear.


so i leave my normal underwear on, throw on my robe, and leave.


the end.  awkward.  i feel good about my decision.  i love massages.  i don't love the awkwardness that can come with them though.  so masseuses - be quiet, speak CLEARLY during prep time, and eat bananas to prevent leg cramping during my session.

i'm backkk

sorry for the month long hiatus - is that the right word?  ive been gone for a while from blogging because i have been slam exhausted.


my job is great.  it is especially great during the months of june through august because i work at the summer camp.  i love it because i am around a lot of people all the time and its busy and fast paced and crazy and unexpected events occur on the half hour.  


but i'm back.  i'm back to the blogging world, because i won't come home and go to sleep at 8.  so check back soon :)