Rice and Cupcakes

“What, you don’t like rice? Tell me Michael, how could a billion Chinese people be wrong?”….

Ever since I saw “The Lost Boys” and heard that quote, I could relate to it.  I didn’t have rice much growing up, aside from the occasional Chinese outing with my Dad (mom isn’t the “adventurous” diner), and my one-time favorite breakfast – minute rice with cinnamon, sugar, and milk – I didn’t eat much rice growing up.

Once I started getting older and going out to eat with friends (not to mentioned getting stationed 5 ft from Mexico at one point), I started noticing that in non-American cuisine, rice reigns supreme.  As a Vegan, I find non-American cuisine to be my favorite and certainly more balanced and veggie friendly.  I’d pick Thai or Indian over pretty much anything, and I love experimenting with recipes that are Turkish, Moroccan, Sri Lankan, etc.  You get the idea.  Most of the best gifts I ever received were cookbooks, and took me to places around the world I never could have imagined.  E got me World Vegetarian from Madhur Jaffrey where I first had truly global recipes – all veg of course.  My sister bought me 1000 Indian Recipes by Neelam Batra (which continues to be the most challenging cuisine to cook for me), not to mention a few vegan books my parents got me for Christmas a few years ago..V Cuisine is still a major go-to book.  

I think my renewed obsession with rice comes from my new fuzzy-logic rice cooker, and my most recent cookbook  The Ultimate Rice Cooker Cookbook.  It’s amazing the different types out there….long grain, short grain, white, brown, red, wehani, basmati, “forbidden” (once only allowed by Chinese royalty – it’s black but turns purple when cooked…how cool is THAT?).  I just made a huge batch of brown basmati to have with my dinner – an awesome crock pot Moroccan Stew of red bell peppers, onion, garlic, green beans, peas, chickpeas, apricots, carrots, tomatoes, and spices.  I have to say it again.  I love how I eat.  I wish everyone who asks me if it’s hard to be vegan could just spend a week eating what I do.  Don’t get me wrong, it’s easy to be a lazy vegan.  After all, baked potatoes and salad are technically vegan…just boring 🙂

Alas, I could go on forever about rice (rinsing, soaking, steaming), but that’s not what this blog is about.

Nor is is about cupcakes, but I need to give a shout out to those too.  I made a batch today to make sure the kids had something fun for lunches (I’ve been remiss on baking – it’s so bloody hot, that I haven’t hardly used the oven).  As I was debating what to make, all I could think of were cupcakes.  I mean, they’re just as good as cakes…but PORTABLE.  That’s pretty darned cool too.  Can you tell I’m in a happy place?  Lots of cooking the past few days, which is always therapeutic for me.

So let’s see, what’s been happening the past few days?  Oh, my legs still itch, and that stinks.  It seems to be getting better though, so that’s very good.  It’s only intensely itchy in bursts now instead of constantly. 

Yesterday was a good day.  I had meetings at one of our hospitals all day, so I just stayed there.  I brought my lunch, which was leftover Dal soup, a cabbage salad, cherries, and a peach for a snack.  I love summer for the fruit!  Winter I love for the squash, but in the summer it’s all about plums, grapes, cherries, and watermelon for me.  After D and I got home, we all 5 of us trucked off to the gym.  Again.  That’s twice in a week, and makes me insanely happy.  A got set up on the Fitlinxx stuff too, so now she and M are going to have a contest on who lifts the most elephants (see previous post to explain the Elephant thing).  We’re thinking the contest will be the month of August.  It’ll give both the kids time to get in the swing of regular exercise.  They also all did some rock climbing which is fun too.

Dinner yesterday was a crockpot meal – pot roast, carrots, potatoes, and salad.  It was nice to have something planned for once – been bad about that lately.  I had a salad and Field Roast, which is another variation/brand of Tofurkey.  It was pretty good.  D even asked if he could take a bite – which is amazing if anyone realizes his total fear of soy products.  He was very gracious about it too.

Today was a pretty focused work day.  I got a lot done that I very much needed to.  Breakfast was a peach and some toast.  Lunch was Mexican with D and some friends.  After my last conference call of the day, I took A and M to the library.  I sat with my Kindle (which I felt a little self-conscious about since I was in a building full of books!), and waited while they looked for some books and checked out.  Then we picked up R and came home. 

Dinner for them was leftovers.  My family really stinks at eating leftovers, and the only trick I have found is to turn the leftovers into something else entirely so they don’t notice.  So today – I took the leftover pork roast from yesterday, shredded it, and simmered in BBQ sauce and made BBQ sandwiches.  I also made a pasta salad with ranch and bacon.  So yeah!  Easy meal for them today.  For once, I actually put more time and effort into my own meal, with my slow cooker stew and rice. 

While at the library, I ate an Odwalla bar.  I had some iced coffee when I got home, folded laundry, and hopped on the treadmill for my speed work workout.  Today was only 6 repeats, but the pace was faster.  The first 2 repeats sucked as always, but then was fine.  I felt well energized, and now have to consider adding Odwalla bars to my regular options.  Typically I’m a Clif Bar girl, but I picked up the Odwalla bar at the hospital cafeteria yesterday to make sure I wouldn’t get hungry if I was stuck in too many meetings. 

D took the kids to TKD so I could stay home and shower, and got to talk to my best friend for over an hour.  I miss him, and am very happy for him right now!  I’m hoping to be able to see him soon.

So now I’m going to get ready for bed.  R just grabbed her yoga mat and informed me that if I needed her, she’s going to be in my room doing animal yoga.  That’s just cool.


This post is going to be very short.  I don’t have a whole lot to say for once.

I didn’t sleep much at all last night, and on top of an abbreviated sleep the night before, I’m skipping my 40 minute scheduled run and will do it tomorrow.  I’m too tired to eat, much less do anything else.  I nearly fell asleep in the dentist chair waiting for him to come in after my cleaning was over (and I predict that my dental hygienist moonlights as a dominatrix in the evenings).

I did some grocery shopping and have a new favorite website.  I was using the Grocery Game, but it’s not free.  The new one I found is called Coupon Mom, it’s free, and I save a ridiculous amount of money at the grocery stores, drug stores, and even walmart and target.  It tells you what to buy, and as long as you save your coupon circulars from the mail and Sunday paper, it’s pretty brainless.  Brainless is good for me today.

The biggest reason for my post today is that I apparently have poison ivy.  POISON-FREAKING-IVY!!!!  How many times do I have to mention that I don’t like it when I get nature ON me.  This is a really glaringly obvious reason why.  I am going to avoid the First Landing State Park for some time.  And with my luck, I’m assuming I contracted this dreadful plant sometime AFTER my math malfunction and when I went too far down the trail anyway.  So yea for me.  More “badges of honor.”  (insert sarcasm here).

I Forgot To Mention the Crazy Frog Lady

So while I usually don’t make a post on days I don’t workout, I had to make an exception today.  I had a glaring omission from yesterday’s events that I feel was weird enough to warrant a separate post.

So, I was on the trail yesterday at about the 4-5 mile mark and feeling good.  There’s quite a few people out on the trail – either walking, running, biking, etc, so seeing other people is certainly not odd. 

I have my headphone on and am trucking along when this batty lady stops me.  She had a mess of peroxided blond piled high on her head, a bit too much make-up, and was more than a bit strange.  She grabbed my arm…which in of itself freaked me out (I’m a big believer in “personal space”).  She then proceeds to tell me that she happened across a half squished frog further down the trail.  It’s legs were smashed, but it was still looking about and breathing.  She then informs me that she stopped a biker to ask him what to do, and he said maybe it’d be best to put it out of it’s misery.  She then looks at me and asks me if I’d do that.  I’m sort of at a loss for words (which is rare), so I say, “I’m sorry, I’m a Vegan.  I’m not going to kill it.”.  She then gets very mortified, announces that she couldn’t kill it either, and if she moves it to the side and off the trail maybe “it will heal itself and hop away”.  I smiled like that would work, and started putting my headphones back in.  I’m not exactly sure what the heck to do now, other than start moving.  She’s still talking to me – and I’m trying not to be rude – but the whole time, I just kept thinking that the longer I stayed still and talking to her, the worse my times would be. 

I did try to keep a look out for the frog as I went further down the trail, but never did see it.  Either it healed itself and hopped away, found itself stuck to someones tire, or she was really just off her rocker and imagining things.  I’m hoping for either scenario 1 or 3.

So since I’m talking….

D and I stayed up really late last night…until about 230 am.  We went to the movies, and then stayed up and watched New Moon, that we rented from Netflix.  The only reason I wanted to see it is because I heard Eclipse was pretty good, and didn’t want to watch the 3rd movie in a series without watching the 2nd.  I never wanted to see New Moon because I read the book…and Bella Swan spends 8 chapters whining, and I could barely take it.  As it turns out, the movie didn’t suck as badly as I thought it would, and it was fun sitting up until the wee hours of the morning watching a movie.  We haven’t done that in a really long time!

Unfortunately, I still had to get up fairly early today.  Sammie (my yellow lab), had an appt to get a bath, nail trimming, teeth brushing….basically the full puppy spa treatment.  S and I also had an appt with bloody mary’s and mimosa’s (and eventually chinese food and a movie).  So, I left around 940 this morning with my pups, dropped her off, and then met S.  The rest of this evening will be spent watching TV and drinking lots of water!

Tomorrow I have a dentist apptAfter that, I have a 40 minute run scheduled.  It’s supposed to be hot and raining tomorrow, but I’m still hoping to get this done outside.  Oh…and I might have poison ivy!  How’s that for a badge of honor!!!!  I’m not sure what’s up with my left ankle, that that’s what S thinks it might be.  It’s red, blotchy, hot, and itchy.  I can’t find anything that would indicate it’s a bite.  So unless I have something totally alien, I just might have poison ivy.  Since I don’t spend much time with nature ON me, I’m not sure what that looks like or what it will end up being like.  Right now, it sucks.

Speaking of badges of honor, I’m going to mention something else that’s common with long distance running but something no one wants to discuss.  I’ll just call it a “friction burn”, but lets call a spade a spade….chaffing is just an unpleasant term, but that’s what it is.  I didn’t notice I had any until I got into the shower and my skin burned like someone lit me on fire.  Parts of my back and neck were so painful, I could barely stay in the shower.  Eventually, I and D looked at it, and yes….my running bra tore into my skin.  It sucks and I hope it doesn’t happen anymore, but I’m not exactly sure how to avoid it.  Guess I’ll have to do some research on that…. 

I Can’t Add

I switched my Friday and Thursday workouts, so I took Friday as a rest day.  I’m glad I did, because it was a long day at work.  I started out in Norfolk with meetings, then Chesapeake, and then a late in the day meeting in Suffolk.  While they all went pretty well, it was none the less a pain in the neck to do all that moving around.  Oh well.  I had to swing by the grocery on the way home because no one (aka…ME) figured out what to do for dinner.  I love D very much, but he never helps plan dinner!  Suffice to say, I was irritated by the time I got home, started cleaning and picking up around the house, and then cooking.  Well, as usual I made dinner for everyone else, and I reheated the Dal soup I made for the second time that day.  I had coffee and Ezekiel toast with sunflower butter for breakfast, some coleslaw and Dal soup for lunch, and Dal soup for dinner.  I went to bed early.  Really early.

I had planned to wake up at 5am to get my run done nice and early before the heat of the day set in.  I was scheduled to run 13 miles today and knew it would take me a couple of hours.  Alas.  I set the alarm on my phone to wake me up so it wouldn’t disturb D.  Either I forgot to actually turn the alarm on, or (much more likely scenario), I turned it off after it went off and promptly ignored it by going back to bed.  I slept like poo last night, so I imagine it was my subconscious telling me I should not attempt such severe movement until I had more sleep.

I woke about 7 and seriously considered for about 2 minutes staying in bed.  I was so tired, and for about 30 seconds, I thought of skipping my run and doing it tomorrow.  I knew I’d just be angry at myself, so I rolled out of bed, got dressed in my running clothes, and made a cup of coffee.  I planned to run down by the oceanfront today for a change of scenery.  I was nervous about not having any Clif Bars or Gu left, but had a plan to get them before my run.  I also had (thought) I left my iPod at my office yesterday, so after my coffee and slamming a cup of water, I stopped at 7-Eleven for a Clif Bar and then headed to my office.  Turns out I did NOT leave my iPod there, and found it in my purse after I got back into the van.  I guess I should have actually looked there first.  Oh well.  I knew that Final Kick Sports opens at 7am on Saturdays because they host group runs, so I headed there to buy my Gu’s (can only find them in sport stores).  I decided to skip the oceanfront since it was drizzling and would just delay my run, so I stayed at Final Kick’s parking lot and ran in First Landing State Park.

On the way there, I figured out how far I would have to run before turning around.  I laced up, put on my water bottle belt thing, and took off.  I’d like to say it was the impact of it being the morning and still a bit tired, but the fact of the matter is I just can’t add.  I never could.  I figure that’s why we invented calculators, so I wouldn’t have to be bothered with mundane things such as adding and subtracting.  Today, I regretted not being a better math student.  Allow me to explain.  I was scheduled to run a 13 miler today.  I was already pretty peeved knowing that I was going to run a half marathon today…and not get a T-Shirt or anything because of it.  I was doing it NOT for a race or event like I always have before, and I’ve never run this far for “fun”.  I understand intellectually that 13 miles is 13 miles.  If I run at an event like the Shamrock or the OBX, there’s something about the crowds and people all around that carry you through when you feel overwhelmed.  I felt daunted by today.  No crowds, no people around me doing the exact same thing inspiring me to keep going.  It was all me.  But I digress….

On my way to my run, I figured that I’d have to run 7.5 miles out before I could turn around.  So I left the Final Kick parking lot, walked about a half mile to warm up, started up my Garmin, and took off.  I can just hear all your brains clicking and adding (correctly) what 7.5 + 7.5 is.  As it turns out, those two numbers do NOT add up to 13….and I didn’t figure that out until I had gone out 7.5, turned around, and started completely suffering at mile 10.  Holy Poo.  13 was bad enough.  But I was going to go 15 (16 really if you count that initial .5 mile warm-up too).  As soon as I figured it out, my heart sunk, I felt like a total moron, and I started walking.  My whole body was hurting – my hips, legs, and feet.  I felt the beginning of a blister on my left heel, and wanted to find some way to teleport back to my vehicle so I could go home.  Oh, and my iPod!  My book finished right about at mile 11.  I was psyched to start the next one, but my iPod controls wouldn’t respond.  I tried multiple times, but to no avail.  So the last several miles were a nightmare of no audio book too. 

I must say that I felt quite a bit like a failure on today’s run.  The first 8-10 miles I felt pretty good, but then just hit a major wall.  I walked most of the rest, with a few bursts of running in between – but there were very few.  Around mile 14, I called D.  Even he said I sounded pathetic (okay, I’m paraphrasing…I really think he said I sounded rough or miserable or something…but I felt pathetic).  By the time I got back to my van, I could barely walk.  What the heck was wrong with me?  I just did 11 miles last Friday, and felt great the whole time!  Granted, I was a bit sore the next day, but not the day OF the run.  I started doubting that I could ever run 26.2 miles – especially in the morning.  I’m not built for activity in the mornings.  I’m not well hydrated, blah blah blah.  As I was driving the the Asian Market on VB Blvd (I am out of Sake, after all), a few things dawned on me.  1 – half my run ended up on the beach.  That just sucks.  For anyone who hasn’t run on the beach, the ground sinks and doesn’t bounce you back up – so you use twice the energy at least.  And sand gets in your shoes, which really, really stinks.  I’m wondering if those couple of miles where I ran out of trail and ended up running in sand (though it was GORGEOUS) had anything to do with my misery.  2 – I never really pay attention to what I eat the day before I do a long run.  Maybe it isn’t being afflicted with negative-morning-syndrome…but the fact that I didn’t fuel for crap last night.  No carbs like pasta or anything.  I had a bowl of pea soup and that was it.  So after I had some time to think, I didn’t feel like as much of a failure as I did in the middle of my 16 miler.  Which, by the way, I don’t really get credit for.  Ugh.

I got home and aside from being really hungry, I was really sticky and spent a long time in the shower.  Then I crawled into bed and watched TV.  A lot of TV.  This was after lecturing A on the importance of doing really well in math.  I think she called me a loser.  At this point, I can’t really remember.

D eventually joined me and we watched a couple shows.  Around 4, he made a pot of coffee, and we both felt much more human.  Pretty much all my soreness had gone away, and we decided to go see a movie!  We saw Knight and Day, which was quite fun and entertaining.  Now we’re home, I’m enjoying a cup of Sake, and we’re going to watch a movie.  With any luck, I’ll sleep past 7 tomorrow!

S got home tonight from her vacation and we’re going to meet tomorrow for Bloody Mary Sunday.  Sammie (my pups) has a bath appt at 10, so timing is perfect.  Even though it’s a rest day, I’m hoping to get my Fitlinxx done, but I’m not sure if I should work any leg muscles after today.  The strength you get from working out actually occurs on the days you rest – because when you work out, you tear up all your muscles.  On the rest days, they rebuild – and muscles become stronger.  The biggest mistake you can make is to never rest.  Then again…I’m probably just talking myself into taking another day off!

I Think Pickles Cause Gas

What a long day….though it’s amazing the inspiration one can get just from making a simple comment.  More on that later….

D and I stayed up a wee later than normal last night, so I was not a fan when the alarm started buzzing.  I’m fairly sure the sake had nothing to do with my alarm distaste today.  I was too lazy to cook anything for myself for breakfast (though I made breakfast for R and D….gonna have to think about that), so I heated up some soy fake chickn nuggets and had those.  And some cantaloupe.  Okay, even I think that’s a strange mix. 

My morning meeting was very productive – and I learned more about something in 40 minutes than I was able to glean in the last 3 weeks of meetings.  That’s always a good thing!

I had a quick lunch with D and Jimmy John’s, and then was off to one of our hospitals for another meeting.  I parked in the finance director’s office and got quite a bit of work done.  I picked R up on the way home so D wasn’t so rushed. 

I made a split pea Dal soup in my rice cooker, which is just really awesome when you think about it.  While it was cooking, I realized I was very hungry and wanted a snack.  I didn’t have much just lying around other than fruit (which I wasn’t in the mood for), when I came across these little single serving packs of pickles.  Think pudding snack cup…but with pickles.  First of all, I’m not sure what possessed me to purchase these in the first place – other than the fact that they were on sale, I had a coupon, and it only cost me about 4 cents (I take after my dad like that…if it’s on sale…buy it).  I’ve probably had them in the house since sometime last fall, and in my totally hungry state, it sounded like a brilliant idea.  It’s a veggie right?  And no-fat..bonus!  Oh, and they were the little sweet pickles (sweetened with Splenda)…not the dill kind.  About 20 minutes later, my belly started feeling all kinds of rumbly.  I didn’t know pickles could do that…but they just made my “banned food list” right there with Thai food until the marathon is over.

Tonight was a cross train night, so we planned to go to the Y to do our Fitlinxx routine.  A friend of A’s asked to spend the night because her AC was broken, so in an amazing twist of fate, all FIVE us us went to the gym.  I can’t tell you (other than to go swim) the last time that happened.  R played in the Play Zone.  D, M, and I did our Fitlinxx workouts, and A hung out in the Interactive Zone.  When M finished his workout, he went into the Interactive Zone with A.  When D was done, he grabbed R and took HER into the Interactive Zone too…and all my kids did the rock climbing wall.  My workout took the longest, so when I was done, we left, picked up A’s friend, and went to dinner.

So.  Dinner.  I can’t tell you how at once disappointing and inspiring my evening turned out to be.  R asked for pizza all day today.  She wanted homemade, but there was no way I was going to do anything that involved turning the oven on.  We decided to go OUT for pizza…as we often do, and D picked Chesapeake Pizza for us to go to.  We’ve gotten take out pizza for the kids before, but I had never actually been there.  I can tell you – I’m not likely to go back.  When we go out for pizza (and I LOVE pizza), I always order it cheese-less and with lots of veggies.  D tries to order my pizza for me, and our waitress promptly tells us that they can’t do that – that all of their pizza’s are “pre-cheesed” (I’m paraphrasing, but that’s exactly what they do).  I’m annoyed at this point since I really had my heart set on pizza.  Anyway, I start consulting the menu to get some pasta or something…and they don’t offer a single meal that doesn’t have meat or cheese.  No simple pasta with marinara here.  What the bleep kind of Italian place is this???  I end up with an itty bitty side salad and leave hungry.  Thank goodness I had made that soup.  At least I’m not going to bed starving.

Of course, I’m whining about dinner when a few friends of mine weigh in with some very interesting comments and ideas.  I’m going to have to simmer for a couple of days about it, but here it basically is.  P suggested that I write a book about being Vegan in Hampton Roads.  From there, it just blossomed into tons of ideas, such as an Eat Crissie Eat blog (which was C’s idea, and I love it).  P also then mentioned how it would be cool to chronicle the needs of a hybrid family like mine when dining out (I’m the only veg…D and the kids eat meat).  I never really thought about it, but it can be challenging sometimes – and sometimes strangely rewarding (like when the chef at the steak house gets excited to make something special for me that’s totally off menu).  I’ll have to think about the legality and logistics (like do I use people’s names?  Can I be sued for slander by Chesapeake Pizza now??).

I must say, that to be fair to Chesapeake Pizza…D did apparently mention something to the owner as he was paying the bill about being disappointed in the total lack of any food offerings for me.  He explained their pizza making process, and then said that if I ever wanted a cheese-less pizza from them, to just call the DAY before to make sure they don’t pre-cheese one the next day.  I appreciate the sentiment..but to be honest..I don’t typically plan that far in advance..and every place else I’ve been will make a cheese-less pizza on the spot.  I can’t imagine a scenario where I’d call the day before to order my glorified bread with veggies.

So now I have to think about this new inspiration.  And who knows…why stop in my lovely Hampton Roads?  What about a US road trip…or a Discover Chanel TV show on being an average every day vegan, and the adventures in eating out that go along with it?  The possibilities are truly endless.  I love being a Vegan, and maybe helping other veg and veg-curious in my community navigate the restaurants in my fair region isn’t a half bad idea at all!

Sake and Speedwork…But Not Neccesarily In That Order

Today was a good day.  To clarify….I woke up with no cheap-wine leftovers!  I had a couple meetings and one long work session – but it was productive and very good, so I can’t complain at all.  I could probably complain about the heat…which is stifling…but everyone is having that problem it seems, so still no whining from me (especially since it’s a speed workout day, which means treadmill anyway).

Between meetings, I stopped at Pasha’s in Chesapeake – it’s a Turkish/Mediterranean diner.  I picked up an Anatolian wrap and some lentil soup to go.  It was fabulous, healthy, and provided some great energy for later.  I think it’s related to Pasha Mezze in Ghent – which is a nice eat-in Turkish restaurant that the girls and I have frequented (thanks to L and her all-knowing Norfolk-ness).  They have great food.  And martini’s.

At my team meeting/project planning/work session, I brought a ton of fruit for the group (cantaloupe sliced with my totally AWESOME slicer…in about 4 seconds!, cherries, strawberries, and apples). Aside from that, I had a Clif bar for breakfast, which always makes for a quick meal on the go when I’m too busy to actually plan anything.  Of course with A eating them too, I’m now out and have to go back to the store to pick some up (Trader Joe’s has them the cheapest at 99 cents).  I’ll never make it through my 13 miler this weekend without Clif bars.

After work, I picked up R and went home.  I wanted to run my 3 miles of sprints as early in the evening as possible.  I’d like to say it’s because I want to make dinner, etc…it’s really because I wanted to get it over with as soon as possible so I could enjoy my evening!  I got it done around 6, which left a lot of the evening for me.  I’m experiencing something strange though, and not sure if it’s normal of not (having no real experience with the whole idea of running quickly in short bursts!)….I find the first 3 sprints or so to be awful, and I contemplate quitting and pretty much resigning myself to walking the marathon….and then I find that not only can I NOT quit (primarily because I’d have to admit it here…in writing), but I actually don’t struggle with the later sprints.  What’s up with that?  Did my coffee take a bit to kick in (and yes…I’m dosing on caffeine before each sprint workout.  It’s legal as far as I know)?  So by the time I got to the 6th-12th quarter mile sprints, I was feeling good.  Sweaty…but good.  I finished up my sprint workout just as D was walking in the door (we had a few IT issues from the data center today – probably the nutty heat – and he’s on call and had to get some work stuff worked out before coming home).  He commented on how sweaty I looked.  Yummy, I’m sure.
After my sprints, I did my belly ball workout.  It’s a perfect workout…it’s about 15 minutes, twinges a little bit, and I’ll be sore tomorrow.  Somewhere under my existing belly, I imagine I have abs of steel!  Someday, I’ll see them.

When I got home, M came running up and asked when we were going to the Y again.  I’m very happy that he’s excited to workout.  At 13, the last thing I was thinking about was working out.  Anyway, Friday is the scheduled day, but it seems that A and M will be testing for their Yellow Belts, so maybe we’ll go tomorrow instead.  I have to run 40 minutes, and since it’ll be retardedly hot again, I’ll need a treadmill anyway.  Might as well use theirs.  Unike mine, they have TV’s attached.  That’s pure genius.  D mentioned that he was a wee sore from last night – but not in a bad way.  In a good way that’s a result of working out, but not so hard that you can’t move.  I’m happy for both my boys.

D took A and M to TKD while I made dinner.  And drank Sake.  Have I mentioned how much I really like Sake??  I had it for the first time in April when B (my sister in law) was here.  We went out with some of my friends, and when we stopped for sushi before bar hopping, some unfiltered sake was ordered (which is white…and sort of similar to beer…and cold…and very, very yummy).  I was the designated driver, so I had a sip….and then bought a bottle the next day for B and I to enjoy in the evenings!  I’ve had the same bottle since she was here, and decided that I couldn’t stomach any wine, and wasn’t in the mood for a beer.  Do here I have the big bottle of Sake…and found that my espresso cup was a perfect vessel!

Dinner was grilled chicken for the family, for me it was some soy chickn nuggets (was too lazy to make anything real), and we all had basmati rice in my new rice cooker, and some green beans.  Yummy.

Now I’m watching the Real Housewives of New Jersey (which is ridiculously hilarious.  Teresa is my favorite if anyone cares), and catching up on emails before going to bed.  Tomorrow should be a good day for the most part, but there’s one meeting I’m a little apprehensive about.  I guess we’ll see how it goes!