Eye on the Prize

Today is not a good day...

I think I was overly optimistic about feeling better. My foot is throbbing and I can not seem to find a comfortable position.

But I am HUGE believer in positive thinking, so that is all of the dwelling I am going to do on that matter. I am just going to remind myself how cute my feet are going to look in the cute sandals Michael got me for Christmas and plan some sort of vacation for me to wear them.
Yes, those are orange and blue Jack Rogers. And think, they are going to look exceptionally good now that my "sixth toe" is no longer hanging off the side.

Also, let me give you one a great tip if you are housebound. DO NOT WATCH Anthony Bourdain's "No Reservations." I am now craving prime rib, authentic Mexican food, and fresh amber jack sushi. I have also made the mistake of reading my new Bon Appetit magazine. I wonder what Fairfax, Virginia take-out has to offer...

Off with the toe!

Well not exactly my toe, I guess that is kind of melodramatic.

I am currently writing from my bed, uncomfortable, tired, and just a little bit bored. But on the upside there is a marathon of "16 and Pregnant." Totally addicting and yet another show that Michael doesn't quite get.

Back to my foot....my left foot had what we affectionately called my "sixth toe." I went to the doctors after completely self-diagnosing myself on WebMd with a bunionette. Apparently it is only a bunion if its located on your big toe. After taking X-rays I was able to see just how messed up my foot was...take a peek at this.

My pinkie toe is suppose to be nice and straight just like my other toes, obviously its not. So the doctor needed to go in and straighten it out.

Here's what he did: went in, broke the bone, took a piece out (like a wedge of a cake, his words not mine), swung it back in, and used two screws to keep it together.

So now I am all posted up in our bed, looking forward to each time I get to take another Vicodin, and realizing just how great a caregiver my husband is. He is my "murse." Nurse sounded too feminine.

So after a short blogging hiatus I am back in full force.

Digging our way out...

That's my car on the left and Michael's on the right.

The blizzard of 2010...aka "Snowmageddon"...aka "Super Storm"...aka my new personal favorite "Snowtorious B.I.G" has officially left the building. It only left behind 32.4 inches in its wake.

Michael and I spent hours digging out our cars on Sunday. At first, the amount of snow was fun and awe inspiring, but after digging and digging and digging, losing feeling in your toes, and sinking in up to your hips, it got just a little old.

Of course, our planned Super Bowl party was canceled. Our guests may have been able to make it out here, but there was no where to park. Everyone in our neighborhood only dug out their own parking spaces, and snow etiquette dictates "If you didn't shovel it, then it wasn't shoveled for you."

On the flip side, I got so many things done around the house. Some early spring cleaning and finished recovering our ottoman.

Michael and I also rented three movies from Blockbuster. Which the clerk said was by far the best picks he had seen all day. I wonder if they say that to everyone? We rented "500 Days of Summer," "Zombie Land," and "The Hurt Locker." The first two were great. It was really nice to see a love story from a guy's perspective. One of the guys I work with said it best, "Every guy remembers their own Summer." "Zombie Land" was also a great movie to pass the time with for both of us. "The Hurt Locker" is on the agenda for tonight. Leaving us with only three movies out of the ten nominated for Best Picture for us to see (Wahoo! A personal goal of mine).

P.S. It looks like we will have plenty of time to watch them. An additional 10-20 inches of snow is in the forecast for tomorrow. I am beginning to think snow isn't as magical...

"Super Storm" 2010

The best way to make use of snow

Michael and I are currently snug as bug in a rug as the snow comes pouring down outside. As you see, we are currently experiencing what one news station calls the "Super Snow Storm of 2010." This has to be one of the stupidest storm names a station has ever come up with in recent times. But I guess the bit of news that we will be receiving anywhere from 20-30 inches of the snow does that to a newsroom.

Now, to my credit I used to work behind the scenes at a local affiliate in the sunshine state. I was present for a few big news stories and usually found the names clever and catchy, but I am hoping this local station didn't spend too long working on a name. And the graphic just makes it worse.

Excuse the interruption from Captain Obvious, but it looks like the producers and art department had some sort of checklist. Hmmm...clipart of the capital in the background (check) Super Storm in BIG BOLD letters (check) and clever use of a football in the background. Oh that's right! This storm just must be bad AND it's during Super Bowl weekend.

But anyways...I actually do enjoy being snowed in for the weekend. I am still a Florida girl at heart and the snow is just magical. It also gives me the opportunity to buy lots of junk food and snacks that I would NEVER under normal circumstances purchase.

Just last night, I teamed up with my co-worker Michelle to brave the crazies at Harris Teeter to get whatever food was left on the shelves. I stocked up on all of the essentials: Fruity Pebbles, Twinkies, and the most essential BEER. After getting caught up in the madness, I left the store $130 poorer and ready for a nuclear holocaust. It was really fun running up and down the aisles grabbing the last bag of frozen chicken breasts or watching women fret over just how chili could be made without ground beef.

The original plan for the weekend was hosting a big Super Bowl party. My menu was set and I had pre-printed coupons for Joanns to do some sort of cute and crafty table runner for the game. Now, we are redoing the living room (stay tuned for pictures and a really cute ottoman transformation) and I REALLY want to make some sort of apple pie. Why an apple pie you might ask? Because that was pretty much the only produce left at Harris Teeter.

All in all, still an opportunity to tie on my apron, get out the staple gun, and work the weekend away.

Hi, Hello, and How do You do?

It all starts with a bit of nagging...usually it's your mom, but in starting this blog my daily nagging came from an unlikely source, my husband. You see I am what he likes to call a "blog whore." I can spend hours upon hours reading about the daily doings, projects and cupcake recipes of complete strangers, yet I never offer an opinion or let my presence be known. I take, take, take and never give.


So THIS is my offering.



I truly believe my followers will never enter the double digits and should probably go on and say hello to those who I think will read this "Hello Michael" "Hello Sarah." But I hope you all enjoy my daily musings. I plan to include my various projects and maybe if I put them out there I will actually complete them (no more hoarding in my head). You will read about my passion for food, whether exotic or comfort and hopefully I will make you too want to try and get creative in the kitchen.



So fellow blog whores or those who actually take the plunge and post yourself, please follow the yellow brick road with me into the blog world. Armed with my laptop, sewing machine, and kitchen-aid mixer I'm off to see the wizard...