But this lady. I'm not sure she has one single wound, because THAT is confident:
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Showing posts with label inspiration. Show all posts
Monday, February 28, 2011
Strong and Confident
I'm starting to wonder if anyone is truly confident in themselves. Seems that the more I learn about people, the more I realize that everyone acts out of their wounds. Seems as though the more confident a person acts the more broken they are. Which loops around into a huge large circle with the beginning and the end being 'be kinder than necessary' because you just don't know anyone except yourself. And chances are, that's scary enough.
But this lady. I'm not sure she has one single wound, because THAT is confident:
But this lady. I'm not sure she has one single wound, because THAT is confident:
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Caffeine
I'm 14,000 times overjoyed. But in all reality, it probably boils down to the excessive amounts of caffeine in me. My BFFFFFFFFF in reality and virtual reality started a blog. Friends, she is my BESTFRIEND4EVA. I've been trying to get her to blog since I began blogging. She's stubborn as an ass and likes things on her own terms, so 1.5 year later here she is.
And people, this is the start of something good. Not only is it a buzz in itself, I am a new blogger and we are going to conquer blogger one post at a time. Starting with soap.com. ahem. Anyway. You really ought to go follower her. She's desperate. Yes she's desperate. Words that she wouldn't dare say, but I'll most def say for her. Stay tuned. And go check out my better third (Mr Incredible could not be excluded from that. But there's nothing weird going on, either.)
And people, this is the start of something good. Not only is it a buzz in itself, I am a new blogger and we are going to conquer blogger one post at a time. Starting with soap.com. ahem. Anyway. You really ought to go follower her. She's desperate. Yes she's desperate. Words that she wouldn't dare say, but I'll most def say for her. Stay tuned. And go check out my better third (Mr Incredible could not be excluded from that. But there's nothing weird going on, either.)
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| strangely we have next to no pictures together. she has really fast blink reflexes. |
Monday, May 24, 2010
Your opinions counts
It has been absolutely beautiful weather here in the Blo these past couple days. 79, clear skies and sunny right now.
Yesterday I was driving with Mr Incredible and we passed someone's big yard with a clothesline. Their clean laundry was blowing and swaying everything breathed summer. I excitedly told Mr Incredible that I was excited about hanging a clothesline (it's been a year since we moved into our house!). He got a 'are you crazy' smirk on his face which naturally made me immediately defensive. "What, Mr Incredible, tell me why you think that is a terrible reason and convince my why using energy from our dryer is so much better." He said that he thinks that clotheslines look WT. I think they look romantic.
The whole sunny day clean cotton feeling quickly dissipated and left me deflated.
Romantic? WT? (think: Team Kiera)
Yesterday I was driving with Mr Incredible and we passed someone's big yard with a clothesline. Their clean laundry was blowing and swaying everything breathed summer. I excitedly told Mr Incredible that I was excited about hanging a clothesline (it's been a year since we moved into our house!). He got a 'are you crazy' smirk on his face which naturally made me immediately defensive. "What, Mr Incredible, tell me why you think that is a terrible reason and convince my why using energy from our dryer is so much better." He said that he thinks that clotheslines look WT. I think they look romantic.
The whole sunny day clean cotton feeling quickly dissipated and left me deflated.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
If you're an Irish, Food Loving, Chocoholic and maybe Alcoholic
You know what I'm doing today. But if you're not as brave/irish as I, you can sit inside and enjoy watching the rain and heck maybe even light a fire. If this is what you do, do me a favor and make AT LEAST one of the following. Your taste buds will be eternally grateful and your hips will forever shake their fists at me.
1. Irish Cream Brownies (your hips will just shake its head sadly at you, not shake its fists because these are from Cooking Light.)(warning that I choose not to follow: Cooking Light recipes are only beneficial if you don't eat the whole pan.)
1 cup all purpose flour
1/2 cup unsweetened cocoa
1/4 tsp baking soda
1/4 tsp salt
1/3 cup semisweet chocolate chips
1/4 cup butter
1 cup sugar
1/2 cup egg substitute (or 1 egg+1 egg white)
1/4 cup Baileys Irish Cream
1 tsp vanilla
Cooking spray
1. preheat oven to 350
2. Lightly spoon flour into a dry measuring cup, level with a knife. Combine flour, cocoa, baking soda and salt in a small bowl, stirring with a whisk.
3. Place chocolate chips and butter in a large microwave safe bowl. Microwave on high 1 1/2 minutes or until chocolate chips and butter melts, stirring every 30 seconds. Cool slightly. Add sugar and next three ingredients, stirring well with a whisk. Microwave on high until sugar dissolves, stirring every 30 seconds. Fold in the flour mixture, stirring just until moist. Spread batter in a thin layer in a square 9 inch baking pan coated with cooking spray. Bake at 350 for 20 minutes or until wooden toothpick comes out almost clean. Cool on wire rack.
(16 servings) 145 calories 5 grams fat, 1 gram of fiber (or you can just eat the pan and water and carrot sticks and call it a day.)
2. Irish Snugglers
Hot cocoa (or coffee just in case you think saving 70 extra calories is worth it)
1 shot Baileys
1 shot Kahlua
1/2 shot Peppermint Schnapps
Whipped cream. NOT cool whip, please for the love of everything green, just use whipped cream
put in mug and enjoy
3. Irish Car Bomb
1. Irish Cream Brownies (your hips will just shake its head sadly at you, not shake its fists because these are from Cooking Light.)(warning that I choose not to follow: Cooking Light recipes are only beneficial if you don't eat the whole pan.)
1 cup all purpose flour
1/2 cup unsweetened cocoa
1/4 tsp baking soda
1/4 tsp salt
1/3 cup semisweet chocolate chips
1/4 cup butter
1 cup sugar
1/2 cup egg substitute (or 1 egg+1 egg white)
1/4 cup Baileys Irish Cream
1 tsp vanilla
Cooking spray
1. preheat oven to 350
2. Lightly spoon flour into a dry measuring cup, level with a knife. Combine flour, cocoa, baking soda and salt in a small bowl, stirring with a whisk.
3. Place chocolate chips and butter in a large microwave safe bowl. Microwave on high 1 1/2 minutes or until chocolate chips and butter melts, stirring every 30 seconds. Cool slightly. Add sugar and next three ingredients, stirring well with a whisk. Microwave on high until sugar dissolves, stirring every 30 seconds. Fold in the flour mixture, stirring just until moist. Spread batter in a thin layer in a square 9 inch baking pan coated with cooking spray. Bake at 350 for 20 minutes or until wooden toothpick comes out almost clean. Cool on wire rack.
(16 servings) 145 calories 5 grams fat, 1 gram of fiber (or you can just eat the pan and water and carrot sticks and call it a day.)
2. Irish Snugglers
Hot cocoa (or coffee just in case you think saving 70 extra calories is worth it)
1 shot Baileys
1 shot Kahlua
1/2 shot Peppermint Schnapps
Whipped cream. NOT cool whip, please for the love of everything green, just use whipped cream
put in mug and enjoy
3/4 pint Guinness® stout
1/2 shot Bailey's® Irish cream
1/2 shot Jameson® Irish whiskey
1/2 shot Jameson® Irish whiskey
Add the Bailey's and Jameson to a shot glass, layering the Bailey's on the bottom. Pour the Guinness into a pint glass or beer mug 3/4 of the way full and let settle. Drop the shot glass into the Guinness and chug. If you don't drink it fast enough it will curdle and increasingly taste worse.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
What I love about Sundays
For a while now, I've wanted to do this post "what I love about Sundays." I decided last night that I was finally going to do it. I love Sundays.
But then today happened and it was not as it was planned. So I'll explain to you why I typically love Sundays and why today was not a typical Sunday.
On Sundays I am totally inspired by everything. I think this is for three reasons. First of all, we go to a big church downtown. The priests are really old and say mass really really fast (that has nothing to do with why I love Sundays.) At the closing of mass, my favorite priest always always always says, "now let's sing a verse of 'God Bless America.' " (this is an early mass, so there is no instrument accompaniment) Now, have you ever heard a bunch of Catholics singing? Catholics are notoriously bad singers. It's terrible. There is homeless man I call "McGoo" there singing (kinda). Then there is the 90 year old Italian couple behind us. There is always the overweight father with a comb over and his son with a comb over that sits at 11 o'clock from us. In the front there is Maggie (who claims she has kids the exact same ages as mine, but I've yet to see them), a nun, another homeless man and his wife decked out in Bills gear, and some more elderly people. And the priest. And the lector whose voice cracks more often than it does not. Oh, and, of course, Mr Incredible, who loves LOVES to sing.
God Bless America,
Land that I love.
Stand beside her, and guide her
Thru the night with a light from above.
From the mountains, to the prairies,
To the oceans, white with foam
God bless America, My home sweet home
But then today happened and it was not as it was planned. So I'll explain to you why I typically love Sundays and why today was not a typical Sunday.
On Sundays I am totally inspired by everything. I think this is for three reasons. First of all, we go to a big church downtown. The priests are really old and say mass really really fast (that has nothing to do with why I love Sundays.) At the closing of mass, my favorite priest always always always says, "now let's sing a verse of 'God Bless America.' " (this is an early mass, so there is no instrument accompaniment) Now, have you ever heard a bunch of Catholics singing? Catholics are notoriously bad singers. It's terrible. There is homeless man I call "McGoo" there singing (kinda). Then there is the 90 year old Italian couple behind us. There is always the overweight father with a comb over and his son with a comb over that sits at 11 o'clock from us. In the front there is Maggie (who claims she has kids the exact same ages as mine, but I've yet to see them), a nun, another homeless man and his wife decked out in Bills gear, and some more elderly people. And the priest. And the lector whose voice cracks more often than it does not. Oh, and, of course, Mr Incredible, who loves LOVES to sing.
God Bless America,
Land that I love.
Stand beside her, and guide her
Thru the night with a light from above.
From the mountains, to the prairies,
To the oceans, white with foam
God bless America, My home sweet home
I'm quite sure that our voices hit the huge church's cold air and shatters to the floor. But I absolutely love it. There is something so beautiful about this crazy variety of people singing God Bless America. All day every day on Sunday I'm belching out Goood Blesss Americaaaaa land that I looooooove around the house, in the car, singing my kids to sleep.
Today, go figure, my favorite priest said "let's sing a verse of 'Holy God We Praise Thy Name.' " Somehow this did now leave me with the feeling that America was on the upswing. Strike one.
Second reason I love Sundays: Mr Incredible and I and the girls always go to one of our two favorite coffee spots together. Sometimes it's with friends, sometimes it's not. I love getting my favorite frittata, he gets a cinnamon bun and the girls get a bagel. We both drink coffee to our hearts' content, then we drop him off at work (he works most Sundays). By the time I get home, the girls are tired and I'm inspired from all the coffee.
Today, all of my coffee gave meanxiety. LikeI'monE. Not fun. Shaky. Shoving my face in hopes that protein bars will absorb all this caffeine. Niet. Strike two.
The last reason I love Sundays is because actually do try to relax all day. This in turn, takes the pressure off of getting things done, and I normally get more done because I feel so chill about it. And why do you think this did not work out today? Right. I'm strung out on coffee. With a headache. You're out.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Took a breather and now able to talk some more
As you may know, I'm doing p90x. Moreover, I'm on day 18. Day 18 of I'm-better-than-you-workouts. The p90x kit comes with 12 different DVDs to promote "muscle confusion" and a book to tell you what workouts to do on which day. It also comes with a nutrition guide book. This includes recipes, suggestions, or you can straight up follow exactly what it says every day for 90 days. It also tells you how much of each food group to eat everyday, and tells you every food and which food group it belongs. Since I do NOT have a niche for explaining myself well, just know that it is NOT as hard as I just made it seem. People involved with p90x, feel free to put an appropriate summary in the comments section below.
I've been doing Weight Watchers since I was 6 weeks post partum with this babe. So when we decided to do p90x, I thought I would couple the nutrition guide with counting points. I felt a bit leery because if I do something I want to do it right, however, I know that WW works. I was afraid that I wouldn't lose any weight doing p90x. In retrospect that is absolutely absurd. Of course you'll lose weight if you're eating right and working out hardcore.
The first 10 days I did well with eating my points and p90x nutrition guide. I was a little overwhelming because I didn't prepare myself for cooking. I felt like I was cooking all day everyday, hence my house was getting destroyed and I was getting frazzled.
Part of the nutrition that was for me allowed one complex carb a day, which is like a camel that is allowed to store as much water as he pleases without a hump. I live on simple carbs. Very simple carbs. As in cookies. Anyway, on day 10 I started to notice that I was smelling like cat pee. I thought this was a great excuse to start eating my carbs again. You know, just one extra complex carb.
Have I ever told you that I am all or nothing? Well I am. And one extra carb turned into a binge session. But just one binge session. "Tomorrow is a new day," me thought.
Come weigh in a Weight Watchers the next day. I gained 1.4 pounds. (re read that 4 times over, because that's what I want to keep typing but am noting that it is becoming a bad habit) This, my friends, put me in a downward spiral. I was so confused and so discouraged (I know many of you are going to say it was because I binged the day previous, but I do that before (and after) my weigh ins all the time, and I most often lose). I felt like I had been working my ass of (literally) and I gained a pound. My.Life.Was.Over. (I'm the epitome of "weighty issues.")(no, I don't have an eating disorder. I'm just a disordered person)
Needless to say, I stocked up on SmartOnes desserts and destroyed them. Every day was Binge Thursday for me last week.
"I guess," chocolate eclairs hanging out of my mouth, "I'm just gonna be 20 pounds overweight for the rest of my life, Mr Incredible" shoveling a cookie dough ice cream cake into my mouth.
"Oh, will you stop, Kiera? I think you look great and I can see improvements already!"
Me, shoving reduced fat tortilla chips in my mouth (to counter balance all those sweets) "That's a lie. I measured and I haven't lost any inches. Except for 1/4 inch in my left leg." He rolls his eyes, because I always insist on leaving him speechless then get annoyed that he doesn't have anything to say.
But I stuck with the workouts.
Today at weigh in I lost three pounds! So it just took a while for my body to catch up to what I was doing.
To wrap this up, I've decided that I'm quitting Weight Watchers and quitting the scale for a while. I really do need to focus first on the inches that I'm losing doing p90x, and then of course (so obvious to me now) any extra weight will come off, granted I'm eating right. So starting tomorrow today (there was one SmartOnes Eclair left, what was I supposed to do?) I'm back on the p90x nutrition. Onward and upward from here.
At my 30 day pics I may not look like this, though. Because, I kinda put myself 12 days behind. Or this (again, I know, I'm obsessing Shandal.)
I've been doing Weight Watchers since I was 6 weeks post partum with this babe. So when we decided to do p90x, I thought I would couple the nutrition guide with counting points. I felt a bit leery because if I do something I want to do it right, however, I know that WW works. I was afraid that I wouldn't lose any weight doing p90x. In retrospect that is absolutely absurd. Of course you'll lose weight if you're eating right and working out hardcore.
The first 10 days I did well with eating my points and p90x nutrition guide. I was a little overwhelming because I didn't prepare myself for cooking. I felt like I was cooking all day everyday, hence my house was getting destroyed and I was getting frazzled.
Part of the nutrition that was for me allowed one complex carb a day, which is like a camel that is allowed to store as much water as he pleases without a hump. I live on simple carbs. Very simple carbs. As in cookies. Anyway, on day 10 I started to notice that I was smelling like cat pee. I thought this was a great excuse to start eating my carbs again. You know, just one extra complex carb.
Have I ever told you that I am all or nothing? Well I am. And one extra carb turned into a binge session. But just one binge session. "Tomorrow is a new day," me thought.
Come weigh in a Weight Watchers the next day. I gained 1.4 pounds. (re read that 4 times over, because that's what I want to keep typing but am noting that it is becoming a bad habit) This, my friends, put me in a downward spiral. I was so confused and so discouraged (I know many of you are going to say it was because I binged the day previous, but I do that before (and after) my weigh ins all the time, and I most often lose). I felt like I had been working my ass of (literally) and I gained a pound. My.Life.Was.Over. (I'm the epitome of "weighty issues.")(no, I don't have an eating disorder. I'm just a disordered person)
Needless to say, I stocked up on SmartOnes desserts and destroyed them. Every day was Binge Thursday for me last week.
"I guess," chocolate eclairs hanging out of my mouth, "I'm just gonna be 20 pounds overweight for the rest of my life, Mr Incredible" shoveling a cookie dough ice cream cake into my mouth.
"Oh, will you stop, Kiera? I think you look great and I can see improvements already!"
Me, shoving reduced fat tortilla chips in my mouth (to counter balance all those sweets) "That's a lie. I measured and I haven't lost any inches. Except for 1/4 inch in my left leg." He rolls his eyes, because I always insist on leaving him speechless then get annoyed that he doesn't have anything to say.
But I stuck with the workouts.
Today at weigh in I lost three pounds! So it just took a while for my body to catch up to what I was doing.
To wrap this up, I've decided that I'm quitting Weight Watchers and quitting the scale for a while. I really do need to focus first on the inches that I'm losing doing p90x, and then of course (so obvious to me now) any extra weight will come off, granted I'm eating right. So starting tomorrow today (there was one SmartOnes Eclair left, what was I supposed to do?) I'm back on the p90x nutrition. Onward and upward from here.
Friday, November 6, 2009
Simply Amazing.
The human brain is beautiful and mysterious. Take a look at this post from one of my favorite blogs.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Audrey Hepburn
Today has been a particularly rough day. I'm not sure why, but I most certainly woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I actually think it is because my day had very little structure.
My dear friend told me once that she loved my forehead because it is so Audrey Hepburn. ? I'll take it.
So let her inspire me for tomorrow. Since today is regretfully over.
"For attractive lips, speak words of kindness; for lovely eyes, seek out the good in people; for a slim figure, share your food with the hungry; for beautiful hair, let a child run their fingers through it once a day; for poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone. People, more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed. "
Audrey Hepburn
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