Wednesday, May 23, 2007

French women don't what?


Yes, you have read it correctly, the book is entitled, French Women Don't Get Fat and written with wit and wisdom by Mireille Guiliano. I mean, the woman is going into her eighth decade of life, so she has the right to make such outrageous claims. Myself, having lived and visited in Europe a few times, have noticed how I trimmed down at least when traveling in France and Switzerland - so I was intrigued. When friends saw the title they mentioned that of course French women are svelte, they do nothing but smoke and drink coffee. On the contrary, in Guiliano's book she encourages water, not coffee, and wine during dinner. But, this French philosophy of eating, wants the readers to be conscience in every activity, whether it be eating or taking a walk.
If anything, this book is a refreshing read and NOT a do-this and you'll loose weight fast kind of book. It is a memior, cookbook and how-to book all in one read. Skim the chapter on vegetables (she really enjoys her fruits as well) because the whole book is worth a read. She pushes moderation rather then opting for the protein-dominate approach. Also, there were recipes, which I wanted to write about. I tried the baguette recipe, which I will not include here as not to get sued. It was so fun even if I scared Chris out of the kitchen (I was a bit too authoritative for his liking). When Grandma Bates used to visit or when I flew out to Kansas to see her we would bake and bake and bake. So, greasing my hands, removing my rings, and preparing my large cutting board with flour seemed natural. I have to confess, I wished I had my Grandma to help me when the doe was getting too sticky and a little annoying. After all the raising and needing and wrestling with the doe, four flat loaves were achieved. :) Mike was over for dinner (oh yeah, it was the same day we went to see Bjork!) that evening and we all had fresh baked bread with our beans and wieners. All in all, it's a book advising living simply and I am all for that!

Sunday, May 20, 2007

Create Your Own Currency!


Crash Boom Bang! Yes, we went to see the infamous Bjork last night. What a great show! She is so unique and the audience was positive.
The last live concert I went to was the AquaBats with Mr. Mike Bates. I thought the crowd there would be friendly, but someone proved me wrong with flipping off the band and there were children present! Outrageous. No decency whatsoever!
Anyways back to Bjork - every time she would thank the audience with a cute, little Icelandic voice we would giggle. She sounded exactly the way we thought she would. She even said, "Mucha Gracias" even if she said it wrong it was still very adorable. We were trying to figure out if she actually addressed the crowd with "Hello Bay Areas!" Bay Areas??? Who cares, it's BJORK! The audience ranged in style; geek chic to hippy to raver style. Muy interestante!
Well, it was good to have something to look forward to and since I had to cancel my birthday party, it was sort of a delayed birthday gift. Chris and I had a good time holding hands and trying to stay warm together. Mike and his friend came along, which is always entertaining. Outings with Mike always turn into compulsive giggling, strange voices and physical comedy while whoever is not Mike or I try to act like they are not there. Chris knows to leave us alone when we start the hilarity because it is quite odd. For example, Mike would do the little Bjork voice, saying, "Don't let them do that to you!!!" and I would start with the penguin-like dance move Bjork performed for us on stage. I guess you would have to be there to appreciate it. If you have the chance to see Bjork live, do it! She is fab-u-lous!
Bye!!!

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

End of the Term Crazy


Hello People who read this blog! People like two friends, my dad and my brother! Thanks for the support!
So, as the title reads it is "end of the term crazy" time. Yes, I feel like I don't have enough time to feel sorry for myself because there is too much to do with 21 units. 21 units = Dropped-on-your-head-crazy! Yeah, who signed me up for that many hours? Oh, wait, twas I. I'm trying to fit in my masters classes while carrying a full-time schedule for my credential program. I'm not the only one sucked into this weird panicked, feeling like we have to get a masters or die feeling. There are way to many over-educated people in America.
In the meanwhile, real-life has reared its ugly head. My grandma had another large stroke making her progress in her right side disappear. She now is more affected in her physical abilities and her mental capabilities. I got the family duty of wandering the halls after it initially happened - sucked, but she's my grandma. We walked, stopped to cry here and there and then finally she fell asleep. A week after that I visited again and she looks so much better. Praise the Lord. Getting old must be rough.

You must be taking 21 units if:
1. The dark circles under your eyes get so bad that the bartender stops asking for ID.
2. You can symphathize with people who take crack cocaine.
3. You find yourself neglecting plucking your facial hair.
4. You're tired of hearing yourself complain about how much homework you have to do.
5. Every time you do a Number 1 it smells like coffee.
6. You hope your spouse or friend picks you up late for a date so you can do more homework.
7. You have To Do lists on the backs of both of your hands.
8. You really wish their was more hours in the day or you could suspend time like Evie in "Out of This World."
9. You gain 21 pounds. Just Kidding - I've only gained 5.


Right now, I'm allowing myself a little blogging and Small is getting in the way of my typping. Sometimes she'll walk on the keybord or now her head i s resting ont he board. Gotta go - bye! xoox