Bread Rolls

Mmmmmm fresh bread no matter if it comes from your oven or your local baker or perhaps your local bread artisan. :) Most people love the smell, touch, and taste of freshly baked bread.

HOWEVER, most people do not love a "bread roll" that has appeared uninvited and unwanted to their mid-section. Ever since our lovely Thanksgiving dinner I feel as though an unwanted guest has been hanging around and making my pants and shirts feel very uncomfortable. It is that awkward and uncomfortable feeling that every time you sit down you know people look over at you as that little flashing light goes blinking through their mind with the simple thought of..."Ooo she has put on some weight"

Ahhhh I hate that! It just doesn't work anymore to have a plate full of that much starch. Have you ever noticed that at most holiday dinners...your plate is 20% protein 70% carbohydrates and maybe...if you come from a "healthy" family you just might have 10% of your plate filled with vegetables.

p.s. This does not include desert which is an additional 100% portion to consider and it is most often sugar and carbs.

Anyway, now that I have ruined the joy of a full tummy stuffed with warm, soothing carbohydrates I will let you off to consider how to slice your bread roll down to size...well at least mine anyway.

Thanksgiving is for the birds!

Well yes, it is actually for the birds weather duck or turkey most people will be consuming some sort of bird tomorrow. That is unless you are one of those "ham" people. That's right you know who you are...

At my house we will be partaking of a herb butter roasted turkey mainly because the duck was about $40...seriously $40...that is crazy!

Still, I have a lot to be thankful for on this cold gray season.

1) My mom has cancer and the one defining factor that tells us how she is doing has come back with a resounding positive report. That's right those numbers have gone down and here is hoping and praying they will stay there.

2) I am thankful for my husband cause he is growing a goatee...(shhh I hate goatees)...I am actually thankful for him because he has a fantastically firm character.

3) I am thankful for my family because they always WANT to be together on the holidays. :)

Best to keep things in threes or you lose your audience. Well, there isn't really much of an audience, but for those who might stumble across this while looking for some political blog...I probably lost you already.

Be well, have a brilliant Thanksgiving and may we all have the best naps of the year after that goofy hormone in Turkey kicks in and renders us all immovable.

Cheers

Who wants to go swimming?

I love to go swimming. I like going with friends, playing king of the hill, underwater tag, random games of competition. I love swimming laps and just being surrounded by water in general.

However, there isn't really any reason I should have such an affinity for this activity seeing as I am currently living in Wisconsin, and swimming is an activity that you can only participate in for about 3 months out of our year. In this great state of Wisconsin I am not alone in my desires, though I like to think I exercise a bit more propriety in expressing my fervent desire to jump in the water and soak up as much vitamin D as possible. Meaning I swim alone and with "proper" attire (interpret how you wish).

Still, I have been trying to figure out where I got this ridiculously strong desire to jump into any body of water that is respectably warm enough. It hit me while I was watching this fantastic movie from...well a long time ago...it's called "Cheaper By the Dozen" and it is a classic story of a strong conservative father and 12 kids coming of age, dating, and going swimming at a public beach etc.. Either way these old movies always have a beach scene of some kind. I would always begin day dreaming about being at some beach somewhere and getting to lay in the sun all day while jumping in and out of the water.

Either way it is around 32 degrees today and apart from the extra chub that's sitting around my mid section, I can't think of anything I would rather do than jump right into the ocean. Oh well, 10 more months to day dream in a florescent lit room with gray carpet and white, white walls...

Anyone want to go swimming?