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I wanted soup!

02-25-2010

Tonight I felt like soup, so I made soup! On Tuesday, my friend Laura blogged about a broccoli soup that she made and it looked absolutely delicious so I’ve had the recipe open in a tab in my browser because I knew I wanted to make it this week and tonight was the night!

I even had plans to take a picture of it but then I realized that I forgot to charge my camera battery. It’s so not like me. I’m usually a photo snapping, uber blogging girl! I am going to go ahead and blame the weather for my general laziness and horrible mood lately. Yeah, that’s it… the weather. *whistles*

Anyhow, you should all go look at her broccoli spinach soup because it was absolutely fantastic. I actually made a mistake and used curry powder instead of cumin like the recipe calls for but the soup was still amazing. I guess the two spices are fairly similar anyway (plus they are my two favorite spices) so it didn’t really matter to me. Josh recommended that I make it again this weekend and make even more of it and try it with the cumin this time and add a couple of our own special touches to it. I’m excited.

Have you ever messed up a recipe and had it actually turn out pretty awesome too?

Josh and I are actually eating pretty well. I hope we keep this up!

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Today, I decided that I was going to start the One Hundred Pushups Challenge. Basically, it’s a program that has you work your way, over the course of a number of weeks, to 100 push ups. Three times per week, you set out to do more and more sets of push ups until you are doing 100 in one workout!

The first day, you determine how many push ups you can handle until your arms start trembling and you basically collapse in a heap on the floor. How many push ups could I manage? None. I could not even do one push up.

I was so angry. Furious. Completely and utterly frustrated. Mad beyond belief. I was so determined to do this challenge and work my way up but holy crap I didn’t realize how hard push ups really are. I don’t think I’ve tried to do a push up since I was in elementary school.

So I dragged my butt to the gym and angry walked two miles on the damn treadmill. Angry walking is still a hell of a workout. Maybe after I do that for a few months I’ll be able to do a push up. Push ups haven’t seen the last of me. This challenge isn’t coming off my 101 list.

I’m still fuming mad, though. I’ll keep angry walking until I can do those damn push ups. I was even going to post my GRRFACE but my camera battery died.

Here is a picture from a while back. It would probably be like this, except ANGRIER.
365: 75 (by caitysparkles)

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Today was awful. I had an allergic reaction of some sort and broke out in hives all over. I had hives all over my body (thankfully not my face and neck, though). Of course it’s a day I chose to wear a short sleeve shirt. Always my luck.

As far as I know, I’m not allergic to anything. I guess that doesn’t hold true anymore. This has happened a number of times in the past year so I guess I’ve developed an allergy to something. My friends were kinds enough to drive me around looking for Benadryl, the lovely little allergy pill, on their lunch break today. I was very appreciative.

The Benadryl helped a little bit and got me through the workday, but it made me extremely tired and I ended up taking a 2-hour nap when I got home from work. I’m still exhausted, though, and I’m sure I’ll sleep through the night. I’m just absolutely beat. I’ve had the worst luck health-wise over the past year and a half.

I think I’ll call the allergist tomorrow. I think the reason I’ve been putting it off is because I am scared he’s going to tell me I’m allergic to something I love. Like bananas. Or chick peas. Or my cat. Nobody wants to hear that. However, I’m done with this. Allergic reactions are scary and when I had trouble breathing today before I got my double dose of Benadryl, I realized I was done fooling around.

The beast sleeps. (by caitysparkles)

Just cross your fingers I’m not allergic to my cat.
I mean… come on… who can resist those cuddles?

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