Two years ago; Sparky and I realized that we needed to start saving for our wedding. We decided that a good way to but back would be to stop ordering pizza and eating out and start...cooking (gulp!). The problem was; Sparky had hardly cooked anything but hashbrowns in his life and cooking is just one of the areas where my nesting instincts fail.
Fortunately, Sparky soon discovered that he really enjoyed cooking. And menu planning! On Sundays we began digging through cookbooks (I owned one; the others we got at garage sales) and websites to choose meals; make our shopping list and buy our weekly groceries.
We still went out to eat occasionally; got frozen pizzas; etc. but the majority of our weekly meals were made at home. We've been going strong with only a few lapses. Until recently.
The past few months, weekly meal plans have been few and far between. Sparky's picked up an extra project at work that takes up evening hours and well, there's my whole cooking issue. Add in all the great restaurants that have sprouted up in DeMo and we have been slacking. We started back in this week with a menu that we are excited about and hope that will inspire us to start again.
Monday - Chipotle Sloppy Joes
Tuesday - Roast Pork Tenderloin with Orange and Red Onion Salsa
Wednesday - Mediterranean Turkey Burgers
Thursday - Salmon with Maple Lemon Glaze
Friday - Quick Barbecue Flank Steak
Saturday - OK - it's not a full week - we're planning to go out to eat Saturday.
Sunday - Sausage Stuffed Manicotti
I really hope this works; because just thinking about eating more pizza is making my hips bigger.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
A Stucky Situation
My husband, Sparky, and I have two great dogs that make up our small fam. One is a Boston Terrier named Max and the other is Flynn, a German Shorthair Pointer. Max came from Mid-America Boston Terrier Rescue (http://www.adoptaboston.com/) and Flynn from Heartland Humane Society (http://www.heartlandhumanesociety.org/). Max is full of personality and always wants to be the center of everyone's attention and will bark to make it happen. Flynn is more on the shy side but is very loving and has the sweetest, most understanding eyes you will ever see.
One morning last week, while I was getting ready for work, I heard some odd noises from downstairs. Max snored rather loudly at one point and I heard him rustling around quite a bit.
There was a thud which I thought came from the garbage trucks picking up trashcans. No barking or whining ensued so I thought everything was OK.
As I was finishing my morning make-up routine, I heard an weird bark/yelp that obviously came from one of the dogs. I went to check it out. They both looked at me like everything was normal. Typically Max gets up and runs over to me when I come downstairs, but he didn’t this time. I couldn’t see much of him because he was on the floor between our coffee table and couch. Sparky's fleece was also on the floor.
I realized that the thud I heard had been Max falling off the couch. Since he didn’t come over to me; I was afraid that he was hurt. I walked over to check him out and realized that he couldn’t move at all. He was stuck in the sleeve of Sparky's coat!!!! Only his head and one leg had found their way out of the armhole.
It was pretty tight around him and he was definitely uncomfortable. Being the tough little guy he is though - he didn't make a peep. You could even say he was acting like nothing was wrong. I worked his other front leg out (the photo was taken after this). That's when he got a little squirmy and excited. The sleeve was too tight around him to keep pushing him through it.
Insert irrational moment of panic here.
"How did he do this? How disappointed will Sparky be if I have to cut open the sleeve of his fleece? Thank goodness I was home when this happened! What if I can't get him out?!!"
After struggling with the fleece briefly (it's tough to find the armhole opening with a squirming dog stuck inside the sleeve) I began to gather the sleeve. I was able to turn the sleeve inside out, pull it over Max and back him out of it.
It took a few minutes but I got lots of kisses afterwards. He was a little hesitant before crawling under any covers, but he's starting to get over it.
One morning last week, while I was getting ready for work, I heard some odd noises from downstairs. Max snored rather loudly at one point and I heard him rustling around quite a bit.
There was a thud which I thought came from the garbage trucks picking up trashcans. No barking or whining ensued so I thought everything was OK.
As I was finishing my morning make-up routine, I heard an weird bark/yelp that obviously came from one of the dogs. I went to check it out. They both looked at me like everything was normal. Typically Max gets up and runs over to me when I come downstairs, but he didn’t this time. I couldn’t see much of him because he was on the floor between our coffee table and couch. Sparky's fleece was also on the floor.
I realized that the thud I heard had been Max falling off the couch. Since he didn’t come over to me; I was afraid that he was hurt. I walked over to check him out and realized that he couldn’t move at all. He was stuck in the sleeve of Sparky's coat!!!! Only his head and one leg had found their way out of the armhole.
It was pretty tight around him and he was definitely uncomfortable. Being the tough little guy he is though - he didn't make a peep. You could even say he was acting like nothing was wrong. I worked his other front leg out (the photo was taken after this). That's when he got a little squirmy and excited. The sleeve was too tight around him to keep pushing him through it.
Insert irrational moment of panic here.
"How did he do this? How disappointed will Sparky be if I have to cut open the sleeve of his fleece? Thank goodness I was home when this happened! What if I can't get him out?!!"
After struggling with the fleece briefly (it's tough to find the armhole opening with a squirming dog stuck inside the sleeve) I began to gather the sleeve. I was able to turn the sleeve inside out, pull it over Max and back him out of it.
It took a few minutes but I got lots of kisses afterwards. He was a little hesitant before crawling under any covers, but he's starting to get over it.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Everyone's Doing It
I believe it's official that almost everyone and their dog has a blog by now. So many people have one that blogging is almost passé. Now, you're supposed to "micro-blog" on Twitter. I tweet, but I'm generally to wordy to say anything of substance in 140 characters. Good thing I got that degree in journalism.
So maybe I'm late to the party but I'm starting a blog. One thing that prevented me from doing it earlier is that I am not an expert. In anything. The only thing I could even claim experience in is event planning but can't hold a candle to ladies like Hostess with the Mostess and Lollipop Events. So really,you should take anything I say with a grain of salt. I have no idea what I'm talking about.
On top of that, while my life is great, it's not that interesting. I doubt anyone wants to read about what my husband, Sparky, and I watched on TV last night or how I can't keep the house clean.
So how about the trials and tribulations I experience trying to go from being a Klassy Lady to an actual lady? Let's give it a shot!
So maybe I'm late to the party but I'm starting a blog. One thing that prevented me from doing it earlier is that I am not an expert. In anything. The only thing I could even claim experience in is event planning but can't hold a candle to ladies like Hostess with the Mostess and Lollipop Events. So really,you should take anything I say with a grain of salt. I have no idea what I'm talking about.
On top of that, while my life is great, it's not that interesting. I doubt anyone wants to read about what my husband, Sparky, and I watched on TV last night or how I can't keep the house clean.
So how about the trials and tribulations I experience trying to go from being a Klassy Lady to an actual lady? Let's give it a shot!
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