There are two types of things. The things I want to do and the things I don’t.

Today my friend asked me to do this 7 day blogging challenge with her.

This was on my list of don’t want to do things. But, I’m doing it anyway.


Because the same friend sent me this article on doing things that are uncomfortable.

Day 1 question: Why are you doing the Your Turn challenge?

Day 1 answer: Because it’s uncomfortable. And, also, I’m really bad at telling people no.

I told myself (and my bloggy friends) that I was going to write every day. Every. Day. Starting January 1.

I didn’t even make it two days into the new year. It’s now January 12 and I’ve only blogged twice. Fine, forget it. I’m not gonna blog at all now. I came up with excuse, after excuse, after excuse (plus four more excuse days) on why it didn’t matter if I continued.

But, today, I’ve decided I can’t use the past as an excuse. Who cares that I didn’t blog every day. I’ll start today. And if I miss tomorrow. Well, “only a fool trips on what’s behind them.” (who said that?)


Don’t let your yesterdays make your todays less than awesome.

Almost seven years later, Preston and I have finally started Breaking Bad. It took some persuasion on my part, but we’re finally watching it.


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I meant to start it on the first day of our 12 day Christmas vacation so we could power through all five seasons. Unfortunately we didn’t start until day 11.

Now, we’re five episodes in and I’m pretty sure Preston has lung cancer, just like Walt. Walt would cough. Preston would cough.

This is gonna be a long four and a half more seasons. But I need to find out if Preston (I mean Walt) has a chance to survive this lung cancer. And hopefully make enough meth to pay for the treatments.

Maybe we should watch just one more episode tonight. But, my arm is starting to tingle. My left arm. I’m pretty sure I’m having a heart attack.

This show is making me paranoid.

It’s the first day of the new year and I’m eating popcorn in my pajamas. At 2:00 pm. Why? Because I can.

I’ve decided 2015 will be the year I do the things I wanna do, because I wanna do awesome things.

Like eat popcorn. Caramel marshmallow popcorn. At 2 o’clock in the afternoon.


Marshmallow Caramel Popcorn

1 stick butter (1/2 cup)
1/2 cup brown sugar (packed tight)
10 regular marshmallows (or 100 mini marshmallows)
2 bags of butter popcorn, popped (I think that’s equal to 10-12 cups of popped popcorn)

Start by popping both bags of popcorn (separately, I don’t think you can pop two bags at once, but this is your year, you pop both if you want). Now, pour popcorn into a very large bowl. Make sure to remove the unpopped kernels. Your friends, or if you’re not sharing, your teeth will thank you. In a glass microwave-safe bowl, put one stick of butter (I chop mine so it melts faster) and 1/2 cup of brown sugar. Microwave for 1-2 minutes, until melted. Stir. Add marshmallows and stir to coat. Place bowl back in microwave and go for 2-3 minutes. Stirring once, twice, three times a lady. That’s when it will really start to boil and turn into a yummy caramel goodness. Pour this hot, bubbly caramel over your freshly popped popcorn. Then stir, stir, stir. It will try to ooze through the popcorn to bottom of the bowl, but you don’t let it. Stir, stir, stir.

Eat it now. It’ll melt in your mouth and you’ll start to worry if eating too much popcorn is bad for you. Don’t worry. It’s healthy. It has fiber. Fiber is healthy. Now, if you can’t eat it all in one sitting, that’s fine. Put an airtight lid on that bowl and eat it an hour, when you’re ready for more popcorn. And now it tastes like a very large popcorn ball. You just can’t lose with this popcorn.

Hugs and kisses and New Year wishes,


Some days I make good decisions. Some days I don’t. I thought my decision to buy 3 – 32 ounce containers of Greek Gods Honey Flavored Greek Yogurt that doesn’t expire until December 2, was a great decision. It’s probably because I love this greek yogurt. I have my friend to blame, she got me hooked on it.

I hate yogurt, I told her. You won’t hate this yogurt, she told me.

She wins. She always wins when it comes to food. But, I’m not certain why I thought I’d eat it for three weeks in a row, with Thanksgiving being one of those weeks in-between. I had pie to eat for breakfast that week. Duh.

So, when she told me to make these awesome greek yogurt pancakes with my almost expired yogurt, I trusted her.


Not only did I make the recipe, I made it times FIVE. You can find the original recipe (for one serving) here

Greek Yogurt Pancakes
1 – 32 oz container of Greek Gods Honey Flavored Greek Yogurt
5 – eggs
2.5 cups flour
5 -tsp baking soda

Stir yogurt until it’s very creamy, then add eggs and stir again until all eggs are incorporated. In a separate bowl mix flour and baking soda. Pour yogurt/egg mixture on top of flour and mix, mix, mix. I’m not sure if you can over mix, but I realized the longer it sat in the bowl the more the flour started to dissolve and the batter puffed up. I heated my griddle and went to town, cooking up 36 pancakes!

My kids loved them. And, I loved them after I cleaned up the mess.


They were the fluffiest, lightest pancakes ever. But they do expand when you cook ‘em, so watch out. (;

Sometimes I get nervous about things and the only logical thing to do is make a joke. Every. Single. Day.


Apparently, Ebola is one of those things I’m nervous about. If he gets Ebola, we’ll all get Ebola. It’ll be anarchy. A big Ebola anarchy.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but don’t even try to hug me now.

Earlier this week.

Preston: Don’t you have a half marathon in a few weeks?

Me: Um, yeah, three weeks. 

Preston: Don’t you think, maybe you should actually be doing some running?

Me: I’m biking and walking, and I ran 6 miles last weekend.

Preston: That’s not even halfway there. I thought you said you wanted to PR?

Me: Alright! Fine! I’ll run once this week and then do a long run this weekend! Geez!

Preston: I was just concerned for your well-being. I don’t want you to die. 

Me: I won’t die! Sheesh. And, I think I’ve decided, maybe I’ll just let my best time be my first ever half marathon. Who said you have to PR at every race?

So, on Wednesday I went out and ran 3 miles around the church while Maya was at religion class. Then today I ran 10 miles. Man, I really showed him who wasn’t going to die. Booooom!

And I only really ever felt like dying one time. Right around the 8 mile mark, I may have thought about calling him to see if he would pick me up. But then I thought maybe there would be judging and more, “I’m really concerned about you” talks. So I powered through, like any non-competitive person would do.

A few months ago, I had seen commercials for the Rice Crispy Mudslides at Spangles (a fast food joint in Wichita, Kansas). And, even though it said, “for a limited time,” I didn’t believe them.

Today reality set in when I pulled up to the drive thru speaker:

Me: Yeah, um, do you still have the Rice Crispy Mudslide?
Drive thru guy: No, I’m sorry, we replaced that with the Snickers Mudslide.
Me: Oh, dang. Um, is that good?
Drive thru guy: Yeah, if you like Snickers.
Me: Okay, shoot, well, do you recommend that or the Butterfingers Mudslide?
Drive thru guy: Um..
Drive thru girl: The Butterfingers Caramel Mudslide!! You won’t regret it!
Me: I’ll take that!
Drive thru girl: You just made the best decision of your life!
Me: (laughing) I can’t wait!

I smiled as I waited for the three cars in front of me to get their orders. Who smiles in a drive thru waiting line? As I pulled up to the window, a lady was smiling and holding the “best decision of my life” in her hands. While laughing, she says, “that was me! Oh my god, you will not regret this. The taste is indescribable! It is soooo good!”

I laughed and said, “so I’ll see you back tomorrow! Or maybe in an hour.”

She smiles and says, “Yep and you’ll be all thank you very much Jeanae, that was the best decision of my life!”

As I’m typing this I’m shoveling spoonfuls of Butterfingers Caramel Mudslide in my mouth and smiling. The more I eat, the more I smile.


Clearly, to be sincere is the best decision of anyone’s life. Thank you, Jeanae!

Last night when I looked in the fridge I noticed an usually large amount of bricked cream cheese in my fridge. Like eight bricks. Who does that? And then I noticed the pound of bacon. All lonely. I vaguely remember throwing that in my cart last week, while I hungrily packed vegetables and fruit on top of the cookies and frozen pizza. Sheesh, bacon and cream cheese what’s a girl to do? Buy some fresh jalapeños!


These little suckers are amazing. And easy. And only three ingredients. Cream cheese, bacon and fresh jalapeños. And pretty cheap too. I got 15 jalapeños for 84 cents. 1 brick of cream cheese for $1.00 (I think? I had 8 bricks, so it had to be cheap when I bought it). 1 pound of bacon for $3.50 (maybe more, I was hungry). 30 delightful treats for a little over $5. Mmmm.

The worst part of these delicious jalapeño poppers was slicing the jalapeños and removing the insides. Most people recommend wearing gloves. This mom ain’t got time for gloves. I just powered through with gusto and many kinds words to my kids, like “don’t bother me I’m working with hot peppers here!” After all 15 jalapeños were sliced, I scooped in some of the cream cheese. I started with a spoon, then moved to my hands, who cares, I just had to get it in the bellies of those jalapeños. Then I used the same knife I sliced my jalapeños with and sliced the bacon in half. Next I delicately wrapped each cream cheese stuffed jalapeño with a half slice of bacon. Placed those little devils on a foil-lined cookie sheet and baked in a pre-heated 400 degree oven for 20-25 minutes. Just until the bacon started crisping up and the peppers started to soften.

I’d recommend removing the jalapeño poppers from the pan and placing them on a paper towel to drain some bacon grease. But, heck, a little bacon grease never hurt anyone. And, I’m certainly not gonna judge you. If you want to pop a whole one in your mouth, straight from the pan, while the bacon grease stains your shirt and the hot pepper burns the roof of your mouth. You do that. You own that shirt. And that mouth. You do what you want.


I like a good challenge. Apparently.

That’s why I signed up for I’m Perfect Life r2014 Fitness Challenge, in July. I had to come up with 10 challenges (and complete them) by the end of the year. Luckily, I’d already completed a few (my second half marathon in May and then a week later a 5K plus stair challenge), but I still had 8 more… I finally decided I was going to walk/run for 30 days straight. It also helped my wallet by using Pact during each walk.


I actually love walking, so I thought this would be fun.

And, for the most part, it was. On the weekends it was easier to get in a longer walk/run, but the week days I waited until the kids went to bed, so I found myself getting anxious around bedtime. As the days went on, I added a little more challenge to my challenge… I had to walk at least 2 miles each day. If the kids went to bed earlier, I’d try to get in 3-4 miles; if it was later, I settled on 2.

So, yesterday, I finished my 30th day. I logged 102.1 miles in that 30 days. Not too shabby. I averaged 3.4 miles a day. I’d say it was a challenge successfully completed.

Now it’s on to the next challenge. Riding my bike 5 miles straight. If anyone knows me, they know I trip over carpet and run into doorways, so balancing on a bike is a challenge in itself. (;