No, you’re eyes aren’t deceiving you. It’s a cupcake. See I told you, just because I’m on Weight Watchers doesn’t mean I’m going to turn into a tofu eating, kale munching health freak. Actually the whole cupcake thing was NOT planned.
I realized on Saturday that I had to make a dessert for the Golden Triangle Dog Club’s annual meeting and potluck. Peeps A – H, bring a dessert. Damn! My only really good dessert is tiramisu, double damn, I don’t want to go out shopping either.
I had originally planned on posting about our Anniversary Run as a nice follow-up to our honeymoon. However, I was going through photos and I ran across some photos from our first big motorcycle rally that we went to. I’m changing gears a bit and going back to May 2002, it’s about 9 months after we first started dating.
McGyver had asked me if I was interested in going to the annual European H.O.G. Rally, he told me it was being held in Italy. I’m not sure if I even heard what he said until he said “Italy”, duh, like I would ever turn down a trip to Italy!
Arrangements were made, kids taken care of, we were released from work and we were set! McGyver packed up his 1998 Harley Davidson Super Glide, checked the weather and promptly unpacked it and loaded up my Chevy Blazer. I know, I know…weird! This was still pretty early on in our dating days and we’ve dated mostly during the winter months with very little riding experience together; in other words he was concerned for me.
Ever make something and it turned out horrible? Disgusting? Inedible? The first time I made this soup, it ended up ranking right up there with one of the worst dishes I’ve ever made, maybe even worse than the first time I tried making Yakisoba.
This post has nothing to do with recipes and nothing to do with motorcycles. Actually it’s a baby DIY project that was really inspired by Pinterest. I adore Pinterest. Something about all the stuff that I pin gets my creative juices going!
Confession time. My husband and I started Weight Watcher’s 1 1/2 weeks ago. I haven’t really talked about our change because so many people are on their New Year’s Resolution Band Wagon to get healthy and fit. The decision to do WW isn’t about any New Year’s resolution, it merely was about the fact that we need to shed some pounds, seriously need too.
Have you ever noticed how some foods are just naturally beautiful? Or that the colors of the Italian flag make you hungry? There is something about the red, green and white combination that is so utterly and visually mouthwatering!
Do real men eat quiche? McGyver does, but I’m not sure if a helicopter pilot, retired veteran and biker dude counts as a real man? In my book he is, and he loves quiche. What’s not to love about an egg pie?
It’s been building up for awhile, my dry little cough. Now it’s to the point that I am hacking my lungs out. Oh yes, I’ve been a sick one. I’m pretty sure I know how COPD-ers feel, or perhaps someone who is asthmatic. The gasping for air and the lungs not cooperating. The sleepless nights are the worse, I’ve taken to sleeping on the reclining part of the couch…that’s scored me at least 4 hours of sleep! After I’ve irritated the hell out of my family, with the wheezing, hacking and coughing until I puke, I was told to go see the doctor..shudder, quel horreur!
When I was stationed in England, I was the sergeant in charge of our Oral Surgery department. I worked with two other assistants, both of Hispanic origin. We were a great team, Dora, Gonzo and myself. Gonzo was our muscle (and eye candy); he was also the youngest so he probably got a little more (s)mothering then he cared for.
Dora was definitely a homesick Texan, more than Texas, she missed her family (and their boxers). Dora is also sentimental and a bit traditional in some ways. My home sick Texan/Mexican decided that if she couldn’t be home for the holidays and tamale making, then she would just make it happen there in England.
