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Sicky McSickerton & the Weight Gainers

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Ok.  So usually when you hear of people getting sick you think, “oh they will be just WASTING AWAY!”.  Unless “waisting away” means the number on your waistline running away to college and gaining the Freshmen 15, I’m not part of that.

I ducked around the stomach flu at Christmas, I’ve weaved in and out of the Upper Respiratory Flu like a prize boxer.  Then I got cocky and went down like Joe Glass against Piston Honda in Mike Tyson’s Punch Out. Ding Ding Ding.  Aaand she’s out.

Yup. Out for almost 4 days last week.  Now, if you’ve ever met me, you already know that we were all expecting a fat lady to sing and pigs to fly at even the thought of this.  I am a workaholic.  There, are you happy? I said it.  So, for me to take that much time, just because I’m sick, is redunkulous.

So I spent most of last week with my son at daycare, my husband at work and the dog curled up with me on the couch or in bed watching netflix, pinning on Pinterest or both simultaneously. This, mind you, all while suped up on good ol’ Nyquil, mentholatum greased all over my face and tissues all around me.

In the end, I’m still dealing with that lingering stuffy nose, but I’m on the mend.  Today was my first workout since my “epidemic”…and…wait for it.  It was LEG DAY.

Ah yes Leg Day.  The only time it’s perfectly normal to walk like the chicks on trashy reality TV Shoes like Campus PD after a bust.  I swear after the first set of Kettlebell Squats, Deadlifts and Sled Pushes, I thought it was all over.  But oh no, Benjamin had 3 of these glorious sets in mind for me.  The good news?  I made it through and sweat my nards off.  The Bad news?  there is no bad news. I made it through and didn’t barf.

So I enjoyed a sweaty post workout selfie, a Quinoa bar for complex carbs and some Amazing Rosemary Mint water.

One of the things I’ve been doing lately is jazzing up my water. My newest obsession is kinda different, but i really like it.  It’s Rosemary Mint Water.  It’s really refreshing and some of the benefits of Rosemary are pretty awesome!

  • Rich source of antioxidants and anti-inflammatory compounds
  • Improving digestion
  • Enhancing memory and concentration 
  • Neurological protection
  • Prevent brain aging 
  •  Protection against macular degeneration

 

(FULL Medical News Today ARTICLE HERE)

Come to find out that Rosemary is actual a member of the MINT Family..no wonder they rock together…I mean people have been putting MINT Jelly on their Rosemary Lamb for years…why not just drink it…minus the lamb…and the jelly.  Ps..when they say aids digestion.  That’s not a suggestion. just sayin.

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Ritz Sandwich Crackers, Tow Trucks and 50 Shades of Menards.

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I don’t really know why certain things happen to me, they just do.  Maybe it’s because my quirky sense of humor can handle it so God sends these situations my way, and maybe it’s because I’m just as whacked as everyone else, who knows.

My weekend consisted of a little bit of work, lots of family time (aka drill sargeant husband and his list of cleaning duties will had to get done) and a good amount of shopping.

First off, Saturday I end up getting the bill for my unpaid parking tickets.  Yeah Bout that.  Not a good starter to 48 hours straight in the house with your husband.

Next came the task of dinner.  I had been planning this dinner for 3 days at this point.  Rosemary Citrus Roast Chicken with Parmesan Roasted Potatoes.  Oh the joy of the smell of potatoes and Chicken roasting.  They looked amazing.  So, after approx an hour, I checked and the juices were clear.  Took the bird from the oven, covered it and let it rest while the potatoes finished.

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Rosemary Citrus Roast Chicken

Now at this point, the baby was in bed.  We were having a late dinner and a movie at the house.  I’m all excited to get this Beautiful and CLEAN meal out to us and it happens.  Once slice near the thigh and BAM there is was. Uncooked Chicken.  Lord Save the Queen.  Of course, like any normal human being we panic like we’ve just poisoned the waterhole and start scrambling to save any and all livestock.  I start looking around the kitchen.  Right then left.  Left then Right. Then it dawns on me.  The oven is STILL on.  The Bird is STILL hot.  Just put it back in.  Ok.  The birds in the oven (disaster averted…kinda)

This is the point where the potatoes need to come out of the oven.  They look amazing. Then I realize that it will be quite awhile for the chicken still.  ugh.  so they go back in the oven as well.  We did finally eat.  45 mins later.  It still tasted good, nothing was burnt, but my pride was a bit bruised.

So the next morning, as I’m watching the final minutes of “Pitch Perfect” on HBO, we start making the list of things to do.  I get the kitchen organized and clean, then we take to the laundry and the Christmas Decorations.  So of course, I’m scanning Pinterest for ideas for the outdoor decorations for the house.  I am also in the process of slowly re-fabbing (aka Re-FABULOUS’ing) my downstairs bathroom and master bedroom.  So I take off for a night of shopping and crafting! yay!

BLOG_HOME_Jute LampOne of my stops is at Menards.  You know, the Midwests version of a Lowe’s Meets Home Depot meets Fleet Farm!  I need Jute Rope.  Thick Stuff so I can Wrap a pair of lamps I have so they look similar to this lamp I found on Pinterest.

I hop in the “6 Items or Less” line with my Jute Rope and Diet Coke and here comes this man and his cart with 6 Coleman Camp Stoves Propane Tanks, two large bags of ice melt and a gallon jug of Tampico.  He looks at me and straight faced says, “So ya gonna tie your man up tonight?”

Out of sheer shock, I blurt out the only thing that will come out of my mouth, “It’s for a lamp”.  I didn’t just say this, I shouted this.  The Cashier Jumped. Lord.

Fast forward to this morning.  My car is a pit.  Between carseat in, carseat out, trips here, trips there, you can find remnants of each trip.  It’s so bad.  So as I’m driving on this -7 degree day, I realise that my car is no longer accelerating.  OMG.  I push the gas and nothing. I can’t even hear a rev.  I’m Freaking out.  It looks as though my car is shut off.  ah!  I have a push start Altima and so I step on the brake and restart it…nothing.  So as I’m dialing a tow truck, since my husband at the time was on a plane to Houston, I come to a startling realization.  Hanging up  the phone as fast as I can to avoid a pickup followed by me faking a wrong number, I look down and there is a box of Ritz Cheese Sandwich Crackers jamming my gearshift into Neutral.

So if you ask how my weekend was, It was interesting.  I had a 70 year old man get all 50 shades of Jute rope on me at Menards and a box of Ritz almost cost me a $100 Tow Truck call and a ton of embarassment.

And…it’s only 2pm.

Bracing for Impact.

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blog_SELFIE_BRACING FOR IMPACTThis is me.  Bracing for Impact.

Just got a lovely call from my husband that the bill for my parking tickets arrived. The parking tickets that I didn’t pay on time so they are 1.5 times more expensive.

Granted it’s only $30 total, but “That’s a 1/2 tank of gas”, as you can imagine, I was eloquently told just now.

Standard Husband cooldown time is like 30mins to an hour right?

This is where I pray the way to a man’s heart really is through his stomach, this parking ticket mama is making Citrus Rosemary Chicken tonight for dinner. It’s been marinating since last night. I’m pretty excited for it!

Now everyone join hands and pray for a Christmas Miracle known as, Brook never gets another parking ticket for the rest of her life and that she doesn’t self-sabotage by carb loading the rest of the day…..If you know me, this is one of those Unanswered Prayers even Garth sings about.