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Eat Roma today!

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I’m going to give you five reasons everyone who reads this should eat at Roma D’ Italia in Orange today.Ordering To Go counts as well.

Do it, do it!

I mean the food is awesome and a portion of the proceeds goes directly to help find a cure for CF!

Here are my five reasons.

1. Because he has better hair than you.

2. Because I guarantee you’ve never seen a cuter elephant.

3. Because he’s an animal lover.

4. Because he has the best parents.

5.  Because of this face. I mean COME ON!

More than 90 percent of all the money raised for CF goes directly to research.

Now go eat some Italian food all in the name of finding a cure for CF and helping Ryder Wayne Pugh!

If you can’t come to dinner. Donate here: http://www.cff.org/Great_Strides/dsp_DonationPage.cfm?walkid=7826&idUser=436028

You’re singing the wrong words

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So the other night my husband and I were watching old episodes of 30Rock and Tina Fey mentioned something about a “Top Gun high five” that made both of us laugh really hard and made me vow to use that term sometime in the near future. It will be reserved for when something super awesome happens.

"I feel the need ... the need for speed."

The high-five conversation turned into a conversation about the volleyball scene, which led to me looking up the song “Playing with the Boys” by Kenny Loggins. That, in turn, made me find a song that I swore had my name in it.

Call me narcissistic but for years I was positive the song “Mighty Wings” by Cheap Trick said: “When I met you, Jaimee. On your mighty wings.”

So that, of course, became the song I obsessed over on that soundtrack and the one I danced around in my room to the most. Although “Danger Zone” and “Playing with the Boys” were also contenders for a bedroom dance routine.

I made my husband listen to it. He too heard what I had heard all along so I knew I wasn’t crazy.

What the song actually says is: “When I make you, take me on your might wings.”

I was laughing so hard it made me remember all the songs I used to drastically screw up the lyrics to.

I used to think Paul Young’s  “Everytime You Go Away” went like this: “Every time you go away. You take a piece of meat with you.”

You know, just in case you got hungry later.

I was sure that Breathe’s “Hands to Heaven” sang:  “Tonight I need your sweet grass. Hold me in the darkness. Tonight I’ll sleep on grass like that.”

I liked being outdoors. Sleeping on grass was fun. To this day, I like the smell of grass. Especially sweet grass.

For those of you who are like me and had no idea what they’re saying: They talk of a sweet caress followed by “tonight you calm my restlessness”. I actually did not know that second part until just now.

And of course, one of my besties Katie and I were absolutely positive that the Christmas carol “Angels We Have Heard On High” was talking about egg shells at some point. As in, in egg shells sis deo.

You give Latin to 8-year-olds and they’re guaranteed to come up with their own lyrics.

For me, Dan Seals wasn’t singing, “I’m not talking ’bout moving in, and I don’t want to change your mind.” He was “talking ’bout the living”. And although I didn’t what that meant I was pretty sure I wanted to be a part of this “living” when I grew up.

Don’t even get me started on all the Michael Jackson lyrics I butchered growing up.

I knew I couldn’t be alone in my lyric mishaps so I Googled it to see what some of the most commonly messed up lyrics are and was extremely disappointed.

Every single one that was listed I never had confusion about.

The top one that I could find was Hendrix’s “Purple Haze”. People apparently think he sings “Excuse me, while I kiss this guy”. I was never confused on that one for some reason.

One woman said her children used to sing Flashdance’s theme song, “What a Feeling” as “Take your pants off and make it happen.”  This one made me laugh.  I hope my kids are that funny.

So I want to know from you … what are the lyrics you most commonly messed up as a kid or an adult?

Let’s make a list and laugh at each other!

Leap to it

Every time this day rolls around I think to myself, “Why the hell do we have a leap year?”

I knew it has something to do with the earth’s rotation and something with the sun blah, blah, blah.

The full explanation is really mathy and sciency, which are both not real words.

Here’s a simple explanation on how they calculate it:

The earth rotates a little less than 365.25 times to orbit around the sun.  It’s the .25 that really screws us up and gets us all confused.

Maybe some of you aren’t confused by this at all. Good for you.

Brewer’s Dictionary of Phrase and Fable  says it like this: A leap year is any year whose date is exactly divisible by 4 except those which are divisible by 100 but not 400.

We are left having to catch up about every four years to get our calendars back on track.

If we didn’t incorporate a Leap Day, we’d lose about six hours every year.

Whether you care about the science or not, care about this: we get an EXTRA day in our lives this year. Go us! We deserve it!

Take advantage of that and do at least one thing you always complain you never have time for. Make the time with this “extra” 24 hours.

For me that will be reading a book while taking a bath.  Such a rarity in my life these days.

So go ahead, leap to it!

Detox debate

Finally … a detox article that I can agree.

Thank you, Women’s Health!

Even though I am no nutritionist, I knew deep down that it could not be good to guzzle lemon water with cayenne pepper and maple syrup as a means to “clean” your system. It seemed counter-intuitive to me.

Depriving your body of anything resembling nutrition to get healthy … how does that work?

Although there are people I know that swear by liquid cleanses a couple times a year, I’m just not into it. No judgement. It’s just not my thing.

I do believe in eating clean even if I’m not always great about doing so.

It is a fact that your body NEEDS a certain number of calories to function. It’s just science. We all need to eat.  An average woman needs at LEAST 1,200 calories a day. More if you’re active. Go below that and you are in starvation mode and your body starts feeding off muscle, which is a big no-no.  Muscle tissue is what revs our metabolism and helps us lose weight. We want to keep that.

I realize there are a million and three different theories about what we should be eating, what our bodies need or don’t need, and what food groups should be cut out or included in our diets.

I don’t believe that one theory can work for everybody. I also have always been firm believer that anything that is too restrictive cannot be good for any kind of long-term success. I’m sure there are exceptions and people who can prove me wrong, though.

I just happen to find this article interesting and most of all, logical.

Here are some tidbits I pulled out that I found helpful. I’ve heard many of these things before or learned about it in school but it just really reiterates the notion that deprivation does not translate to diet success.

Our bodies are natural detox centers.

That is why we have a liver, kidneys, and a digestive system. But, you fill your body with fast food, soda, and sweets and your insides are going to freak out.Things start moving slower and functioning less efficiently.

I can feel it when I eat bad. I’m lethargic and cranky. Sometimes I get a headache or I just feel heavy. When I eat REALLY bad like I did this weekend, I start to really crave natural foods like vegetables.

Here’s what WH recommends for a natural detox: cut out all added sugars, saturated fats, and alcohol.

That’s it.

Not that this is easy but it’s not hell on earth either.

This will reset your system and get it running smoothly again, according to WH. I did a similar “detox” several years ago that also had me cut all grains but I was able to eat other starches, such as potatoes. That detox worked wonders for me and I really felt I was going about it in a healthy way.

This meal plan includes some grains but not an excessive amount (although I’d probably leave out the whole wheat toast which can totally be a chemical-filled sugar trap). Other than that the plan is totally doable and healthy. I’m sure for some people it may not work but to me it sounded like a fairly balanced approach to eating clean.

Happy detoxing!

One week in

Almost one week in and my Lenten promise is going strong.

I have forfeited being what my husband likes to call a  “stop and dropper”.

And for some reason when he calls me this all I can hear is DMX singing, “Stop. Drop. Hold em’ down open shop. Oh… No… that’s how Ruff Riders rooooooll.”

Every. Time.

Anyway, a “stop and drop” is when I walk in the apartment, stop, take off one article of clothing or put down something I may be carrying and  simply leave it there.

Never putting it away, never picking it back up again until I go through and do a full pick up of our apartment, which is about once or twice a week.

Just to be clear our apartment does NOT look like this. ———->

I’m not completely disgusting.

You may find a sweatshirt draped over the couch, running shoes near the foot of my bed and a yoga mat propped up against the entry way wall. Slippers in front of, and sometime underneath, the couch, 17 hair ties on my bed side table and a month’s worth of fitness magazines and catalogs stacked up on the coffee table.

I also  do this with newly-purchased items.  For example,  I’ll go to CVS and instead of putting the items I purchased in their proper place when I get home, I leave the bag on the counter and pull the products out as-needed.

Although, the newly-purchased portion of my habit does not apply to clothes. Those are out of the bags, admired, put on hangers, admired some more and hung color-coded in my closet. (Yep, my closet is color-coded but I can’t put away my damn slippers.)

Now that I actually type this out and describe this habit, I realize how absolutely ridiculous it is.

I have no idea why I do this or where it came from but stopping it is a HUGE challenge for me. Nobody in my family is this way.

My parents tried really hard to cure me of this. It didn’t work.

Their method went like this:

- Telling me to clean my room 23 times.

- Me refusing.

- Coming home after school to an immaculate room.

- A giant black trash bag in the center of my room.

- I get 24 hours to empty the contents of said trash bag.

- Whatever is left at the end of that 24-hour period is gone. Forever.

I lost many a favorite stuffed animal to this cleanup method my parents so authoritatively bestowed on me as a child.

OK… as a teenager.

Damn it …. OK, OK,  it happened as an adult too but in my defense it only happened like once after age 19.

Anyway, this is a good challenge for me and hopefully I will be cured once and for all of  my stop and drop habit.

Boom! Look who’s organized now

It’s all in the privates

Get your mind out of the gutter.

Private lessons. LESSONS.

Tonight I had my private yoga lesson, which was a Christmas present from my brother-in-law Matt for Christmas.(Thanks, Matt!)

Um… I’m on a TOTAL yoga high right now.

First off,  I decided to preface my private with an hour and a half blend class. I sweated my butt off and loved it.

Then it was time for some fun.

I swear, I was upside down for MOST of this class.

Heaven. Pure heaven.

According to my yoga teacher, Shay, being upside down has these benefits: aids digestion, helps circulation, relieves stress, and helps promote better brain function, among a whole bunch of other stuff.

I learned this:

And this:

This may have been my favorite:

And a bunch of other things. My muscles are SO tired right now. I love it.

Granted, most of these I did with the help of a wall or Shay offering to balance me out.  And I’m pretty sure at least 80 percent of the time I looked like this:

Either way, I’m STOKED and I have SO much to work on. If you’re in to yoga and want to advance your practice, I highly recommend taking a private to have someone actually walk you through all the moves you want to master.

Namaste!

Lemony deliciousness

When it comes to the world of treats I will always, always go chocolate.

I would rather have an OK piece of chocolate than an amazing piece of a fruity dessert. It’s just how I roll.

My husband, however, is the complete opposite.

I like Kit Kats, he like Sour Patch Kids

I like chocolate ice cream, he prefers orange sherbet

I like chocolate cake, he prefers lemon.

I don’t understand it. It just doesn’t make sense to me. Who in their right mind would choose licorice over a piece of milk chocolate?  Crazy people, that’s who.  Crazy people and my husband. Crazy people, my husband and his brothers. It must be a Blashaw thing.

So it being his birthday I decided to forgo making what might be considered one of my most favorite desserts, chocolate cake with butter cream frosting, to make him something lemon.

And it doesn’t get more lemony than lemon bars.

I like lemon bars but I am VERY picky about them. I don’t like when they taste too jello-y and they’re slopping all over the place. Gross.

I also don’t like when the lemon layer is so large and in charge it totally wipes out the taste of the shortbread cake underneath.

Apparently a blogger over at Smitten Kitchen (cute name) feels the same way so I used her recipe. If you do like a thicker lemon layer, follow the first recipe.

If you’re like me, use the second one.

These turned out great! Not to goopy and not too sweet  but  juuuust right. These are the Goldilocks version of lemon bars.

Legit.

They really must be good because as a chocolate lover I did not expect to pound eight of these things in three days. But I did. (They’re small!!)

Here it is:

Lemon Bars
Adapted from The Barefoot Contessa Cookbook.

For the crust:
1/2 pound unsalted butter, at room temperature
1/2 cup granulated sugar
2 cups flour
1/8 teaspoon kosher salt

For the full-size lemon layer:
6 extra-large eggs at room temperature
2 1/2 cups granulated sugar
2 tablespoons grated lemon zest (4 to 6 lemons)
1 cup freshly squeezed lemon juice
1 cup flour

Confectioners’ sugar, for dusting

[Or] for a thinner lemon layer:

4 extra-large eggs at room temperature
1 2/3 cups granulated sugar
1 tablespoon + 1 teaspoon grated lemon zest (3 to 4 lemons)
2/3 cup freshly squeezed lemon juice
2/3 cup flour

Confectioners’ sugar, for dusting

Preheat the oven to 350°F and grease a 9 by 13 by 2-inch baking sheet.

For the crust, cream the butter and sugar until light in the bowl of an electric mixer fitted with the paddle attachment. Combine the flour and salt and, with the mixer on low, add to the butter until just mixed. Dump the dough onto a well-floured board and gather into a ball. Flatten the dough with floured hands and press it into the greased baking sheet, building up a 1/2-inch edge on all sides. Chill.

Bake the crust for 15 to 20 minutes, until very lightly browned. Let cool on a wire rack. Leave the oven on.

For the lemon layer, whisk together the eggs, sugar, lemon zest, lemon juice, and flour. Pour over the crust and bake for 30 to 35 minutes (less if you are using the thinner topping), or about five minutes beyond the point where the filling is set. Let cool to room temperature.

Cut into rectangles and dust with confectioners’ sugar.

Happy baking!

Happy Birthday J.D.!

 

Happy birthday to my husband!!

He is 33 today – woop woop!

In honor of his birthday I have made a list of10 things that make him so freaking awesome! Happy birthday honey!! (And let me be clear this list could be much, much longer)

1. He buys me flowers just because

2. He cooks

3. He can sing AND play guitar

4. He can create lyrics to any tune that are extremely hilarious

5. He takes care of his family and is a great friend

6. He can dance

7. He is so smart it’s actually intimidating

8. Funny, funny, funny

9. He’s athletic (yum!)

10. He is just the greatest man in the WHOLE world!

Here are some pictures to prove it! <33

 

13.what?

We did it! We did it!

After 12 weeks of preparation,  Raven and I finished our half-marathon in Huntington Beach today and it was awesome. I can’t walk now, but it’s awesome.

The final days before the race were all kinds of fun. We screamed in the car on the way to the Expo, got free snacks, bought runner paraphernalia, and ate carbohydrates until we couldn’t move.

The night before was less fun. I didn’t really want to eat so I woke up starving the day of the race. I couldn’t really sleep so I decided to shampoo my car mats at 10 p.m. – that was super smart and completely normal.

I don’t think I have ever been more nervous in my life for ANYTHING. Not even jumping out of  a plane.

The race went like this:

Start: Feeling good, moving slow, getting passed by walkers twice my age and twice my size. Raven left me in the dust – she’s fast and amazing!

Mile 3: For some reason a woman who is apparently on her first half can’t read. She keeps announcing rather loudly the miles we are at. That’s all well and good … unless you’re wrong. She yelled, “Wow, those first three miles were really easy.” Um… we’re at mile 1.5. Followed by “Those first five weren’t bad.”  OH MY GOD lady stop getting my hopes up! We’re at mile THREE! Anyway, I ended up running faster just to get away from her madness.

Mile 5: Working it out – I hit a good pace here and started to crank it up a bit.

Mile 8:  Holy hell what did I get myself into? That nice little overuse injury I had several weeks ago started screaming at me to get me to stop.  Pain, pain, and more pain. That’s all I remember from miles 8-10. Then some random dude running yelled, “Pain is temporary!” Sounds cheesy, but that totally helped.

Mile 11: Two more to go and I pick up the pace. I think to myself, “this is insane, I’m going to finish” and all of a sudden I get extremely happy.

Mile 13: The crowd is screaming, my legs are shaking. I look to my right and see my husband and two good friends cheering me on.

Annnnnd…. DONE!

I wrapped myself with one of those foil-looking thingies just because I could. I’ve seen it done on TV but still have no idea what they’re really meant for but I do know it made me feel like a legit runner, so that was good.

What an amazing experience. I barely have any sarcasm to enter into this post because I am just soooooo happy!See picture to illustrate said happiness. ———->

Our times:

Raven: 2:21

Me: 2:35

Cheers!

BarWorks … ouch

Yesterday I had a day off so in keeping with my “try something new once a month” vow I decided to take BarWorks at my yoga studio.

Today it hurts to sit, stand, sleep, eat and think.  I love it!

I went for a run just to make it hurt less (which sounds counter-intuitive but I had been sidelined from running for more than a week by the doctor so I HAD to run today)

I have to say I was a little misled  by the class description. It said it was a take on dance classes so here I am thinking this is like ballet class minus the across the floor work.  I was expecting  lot of isolations, plies, balancing and butt work.

Well this was like no dance class I had ever been to.

It actually had ZERO to do with dance.  The leg positions were all wrong, the form was all wrong and most of the time our feet were flexed, which is so NOT like a ballerina.

I actually started to feel really confused on why they even called it BarWorks. Of all my years of dance experience, I don’t think I have ever done even one of the moves in this class.

There were a lot of  “never dones” in this class.

I have never held a push up position without a break for so long in my life. I have also never done so many yoga push ups (elbows in and tight at your sides)  without a break in my life.

I have also never had to squeeze a ball in between my thighs for so long. Everything we did we had this small plastic ball between our legs. It was awkward but it definitely engaged the core and leg muscles.

Once I got over the fact that this wasn’t going to be like a dance class, I started to enjoy it.

This class was NUT-SO!

My muscles were literally giving up halfway through the class, which is a good thing I guess.

At one point I just sat on my mat and started laughing out of pure exhaustion because I physically could not complete one of the sequences.  I actually yelled out loud:  “I thought this was a level one class! Level one!”.  I realize this is embarrassing.

I highly recommend it and am guessing this is what the cardio barre craze is all about.  Although, from what I’ve heard about those classes they actually do sound dance-inspired.

This is a nice mix-in for my days at the studio and I’m glad they offer it. And even though it wasn’t what I thought it would be, who the heck cares I got a GREAT workout!

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