March 31, 2008

Finally, NaBloPoMo is over and I can…

Don't go

…posting to my blog every single day. (Except for that one time when my server was down, I posted for 31 days straight.)

Tomorrow I’ll start tallying everyone’s answers for the logo alphabet quiz, so if you still want to play, just email me your answers by midnight on Tuesday, April 1. Maybe you can win the $25 Amazon gift card. My generosity knows no bounds, does it?

March 30, 2008


It’s been a long day and I’m very sleepy. So all I can muster is a sentence or two and this photo:

March 29, 2008

Letter to my body

It took me awhile, but I finally got around to this.

Dear Body,

I don’t appreciate you. Except when I really need you. And that’s not even appreciation. It’s taking you for granted. Also, I never actually thanked you for all you did for me in my first half marathon. I pushed you harder than you’ve ever been pushed before. And you persevered for 13.1 miles. Sure I gave you walking breaks, but even those were hard on the feet. So thank you from the bottom of our heart, for sticking with me for 3+ hours. I know I hurt you that day. You reminded me for the next two, every time I tried to rise from my chair. But I hydrated you and gave you rest and ice, and we both recovered. Just a warning: we’re going to be doing that again this summer. So get ready.

Now. I need to get some things off our chest. Speaking of that, the boobage area is rather un-big for my liking. There’s nothing I can do about that, aside from having a doctor slice it open and put silicone-filled balloons in there. But I’d rather spend the money on a vacation, or a Nikon camera, or put it in the house fund. Plus, it’s not entirely your fault, but that of genetics. Thanks small-boobed ancestors. I’ll be writing to you later.

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I love weekends

natalie dee

It’s raining outside, but I don’t care. Because it’s also Saturday.

March 28, 2008

You can’t see it, but his rear end is wiggling


March 27, 2008

Tasty balls.

Chili Meatballs

You want to make this recipe. You do. Unless you are a vegetarian. And if you don’t eat red meat, you can use ground turkey. I suppose.

  • 1/4 lb 96% lean ground beef
  • 2 Tbsp brown rice – I recommend the Trader Joe’s brown rice. It microwaves in three minutes. Awesome.
  • 1/4 tsp dried parsley
  • 1/4 tsp Italian seasoning
  • 1/4 tsp fennel seeds
  • 1/8 tsp garlic powder
  • 1/8 tsp red pepper flakes
  • 1/8 tsp minced onion
  • Pinch salt
  • Pinch pepper
  • 2 1/2 Tbsp chili sauce
  • 1/8 tsp hot pepper sauce, or more to taste

This is the recipe for one serving. But even if you are dining solo, you should make enough for 2 servings. You will want it for lunch tomorrow. If there are two in your party, make enough for four. I’m serious. And bossy.

Preheat your oven to 400 degrees F, please. (I may be bossy, but I am also polite.)

In a medium bowl, combine beef, brown rice, dried parsley, Italian seasoning, fennel seeds, garlic powder, red pepper flakes, dried minced onion, salt, and pepper.

Mix well with clean hands or a fork. With a cookie scoop, or a spoon and your hands, form the beef mixture into 8 1-inch meatballs. Place meatballs in a single layer on a small nonstick baking sheet. Bake about 7 minutes, or until meatballs are just barely pink inside. Transfer to medium bowl.

In a small bowl, combine chili sauce and hot pepper sauce. Pour sauce over meatballs, and toss to coat. Serve immediately.

This recipe is from a Biggest Loser Couples Weight Loss Planner from Prevention Magazine. It’s got 206 calories, 23 grams of protein, 17 rams of carbs, 5 grams of fat (2 of them saturated), 60 mg cholesterol, <1 g fiber, 678 mg sodium.

March 26, 2008

I’ll bet we’ve been together for a million years

By now you’ve probably heard that Barack Obama and Brad Pitt are related. Allegedly. Well guess what.

They occupy branches on my family tree too. Yes they do.

During Christmas vacation in Wisconsin last year, I learned from Matte’s uncle Gary (who is into ancestry stuff) that I am related to Laura Bush. Laura Bush. Not Gee Dub. Well yes Gee Dub, but only by marriage. Whew! Dodged that bullet. Anyway, today when I read the article about Barack and Brad being kissin’ 9th cousins, I learned that Barack is also a distant cousin to Gee Dub. Sooo, as Gee Dub is husband to Laura, I am therefore related to Barack Obama. And Brad Pitt. Yeah, by marriage way down the line. Minor details. This also brings me one degree closer to Kevin Bacon.

Suddenly I feel the need for a family reunion. And I think Cousin Brad should host it. At his friend George Clooney’s home in Italy.

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