This weekend I spent my first weekend alone in my house EVER.  We won’t talk about how old I am and how SCARED I was.  Nor will we talk about how I refused to let anyone on Facebook know I was home alone for fear that I might be friends with a closet creeper.  Ya, never know.

Instead, we’ll talk about how much better Brent and the boys make my life.  Not only did Brent help turn this psycho into a princess his presence also makes me take showers, eat a variety of food, and shut cabinet doors.

So Friday night, Brent and the boys left for a Cub Scout campout.  I decided to stay home so I could sit around all day catch up of some stuff and avoid sleeping on the ground.  After they left Friday night, I went sparring class.  Speaking of sparring, check out the bruise I still have from the tournament.  Thanks MMA Mama.

After sparring class  I decided to get fancy in the kitchen and warmed up a microwave dinner.

Trader Joe’s Paneer Tikka Masala.

The next morning I got up and did my workout.  I FINISHED my second time through Enter The Kettlebell! Strength Secret of The Soviet Supermen (b/c I so want to be a Soviet Superman) by doing clean and press ladders  5X5 with the 12K (26lb) kettlebell.  Once you do 5X5 ladders it’s time to start over with the next size up.

Later, I was feeling SO CREATIVE I decided to make lunch.

Trader Joe’s Paneer Tikka Masala.

After a busy afternoon hanging on the couch with Meow Cow….

….I decided to make dinner.

Trader Joe’s Paneer Tikka Masala.

Meow Cow was not impressed.

This time I got all fancy and sautéed some squash, onions, and garlic in coconut oil to go with it because I do after all have a refrigerator full of veggies from my CSA.

Not only do Brent and the boys keep me from eating frozen food all the time, they also keep me from being the crazy cat lady.  Sort of.

Hugs and High Fives,
Jenn

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Don’t tell anyone but I can be a little obsessive and what some might call a tad bit obnoxious.

For instance, packing for our road trip across the desert to Arizona on Friday I insisted that we take all our veggies (including wilted dandelion greens) from the CSA despite knowing full well we wouldn’t eat them.

Not only is our car stuffed with veggies we won’t eat.
Meow Cow HAS. TO. COME.  After a 30 minute yowling ritual….

…he finds the best seat in the house.
Daddy’s Lap.

Or on our sweet entertainment system.
(Our laptop strapped onto a folding stool/cooler.  Like I said, SWEET.)

Yeah we’re “those kind” of people.

It wasn’t just the cat and the veggies.  Thursday, I started the 10,ooo swings challenge.   I’m hoping it will help lift my butt prepare my hands for the RKC certification in August and I felt like I needed a mini goal to keep me motivated.  My plan, to get all the 10K swings done, is to do 400 for 25 out of the 30 days.   So the kettlebells came with the veggies and the cat.  Not only were they packed but they were swung.  I got in 150 swings before leaving.

Then….

50 more when we stopped at Elle Pollo Loco

60 more in the In-N-Out Parking lot looking hot and not at all like a freak in front of my van.

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It was a road trip. Don’t judge b/c I had CSA veggies packed…remember?  

50 more in front of the random tank display at sunset at Chiriaco Summit where we stopped to get gas.

I was going to finish the last 90 swings when we got to Phoenix but because of the traffic in LA we were two hours later than expected.
I also thought my self-professed “quirkiness” might be wearing thin in the eyes of my photographer husband.  So I made a judgement call and decided to finish up my swings on Saturday without pictures.

Hugs and High Fives,
Jenn

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In keeping with our decision to eat vegetarian a night or two a week, I’ve been creating new or revamping old recipes.  Last night, we converted my Mozzarella Chicken to Mozzarella Eggplant.   I can’t believe I’m saying this but I think I actually like the eggplant better.  It was sooooo good.  I nearly cried for joy when I found out my husband had a business lunch today and I didn’t have to share the leftovers.

Mozzarella Eggplant

1 eggplant
1 tbs olive oil
1/2 red onion – sliced
2 tbs balsalmic vinegar
2 tbs water
4 tomatoes – chopped into big chunks
1/2 cup fresh basil leaves – chopped
4 oz part skim mozzarella cheese – Not shredded, the kind you buy whole. Cut into little chunks. A piece about the size of you palm. (Cheese sticks work too.;-))

Brush the eggplant with olive oil and sprinkle with garlic salt.  Grill on each side for about  3-5 minutes.  (Grilling the eggplant was key.)

Heat the rest of the oil in a saute pan and cook the onions until they start to soften.  Then add the water, vinegar, tomatoes, and basil.  Cook over med/high for a few more minutes until the liquid starts to thicken.  If you want a more sauce add a little more vinegar and water in equal parts. Keep stirring it so it doesn’t burn.  Turn down the heat just before servings and throw in the mozzarella.  If you put the mozzarella in too soon it will start to melt all together.  It’s better when the cheese stays chunky.  Spoon the sauce over the eggplant.

The fact that there was no meat on the table did not stop Meow Cow from practicing his usual tactics. Every evening, Meow Cow saunters in and sits down on the bench at the table right between my Brent and I.  Meow Cow patiently sits looking up at me pretending he actually loves me.  He knows if he stares sweetly at me long enough I’ll let him eat off the table. Yes, I am that rogue-ish. Occasionally, Brent scolds me but most of the time he pretends he doesn’t see because secretly he wants to feed Meow Cow from the table too.  He would never admit this because it greatly goes against the civilized code of conduct but it’s true.  When Meow Cow doesn’t get what he wants he gets extra nice and climbs onto one our laps.

If he fails to score he gives us kisses.

And then when he gets what he wants.

We love Meow Cow anyway.

xoxo
jenn

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