Home for this Week

This is my home for the next 4 days. For those of you playing "I Spy" that is my slutty suitcase in the corner. You will also spy the package of 4 Oreos by the H2O; that is my token of appreciation from the Hilton family of hotels.

I am a little bummed out about my temporary home. It doesn't have a fridge in it. That means I have to eat out this week. I made my weekly challenge goal to eat out wisely.

Today's meetings went well. There was an exercise of futility at the Post Office, but even that wasn't that bad. Tomorrow is meeting free. I am looking forward to that.

I am now working up the desire to go spend time on the treadmill. I'm getting there. The plan is to multitask, treadmill and watching "Dancing with the Stars". I will feel better once I get there. I have a half an hour to get myself in gear.

Eating Dis-Order

I have not had a good food day today. I listened to the voice in my head that wants grease flavored with artificial everything and minute traces of what the USDA considers meat in the most generous definitions of the word.

That voice brought a friend. That voice wanted more than the one square of good chocolate that I had been planning for. That voice kept reminding me that if it eat faster all of this would be over sooner.

Battling the voices makes me tired. Winning makes me tired...Losing makes me tired. I had to take a nap to reset my brain. It seems to have worked. I ate a Boca burger on an English Muffin for supper. That allowed me to hear the whisper in "the cheap seats" of my brain. That voice said "You can do this. You have all the tools you need within you."

Let the People Vote

I love politics and not in a subtle way. I love politics madly and deeply; like the way you love the boy you parents won't let you go out with in high school.

This election season is my intellectual crack. I can't get enough of it. I track it on the Internet. I watch the talking heads on TV. I even read about it on the road in the complementary "Weekly Reader for Adults" that the fine Hilton Family of Hotels leave on my door when I'm travelling.

Being this kind of geek; I was more than surprised that the primary in my adopted home state of Ohio counted. I was all ready to be an afterthought after "Super Duper Tuesday" in February. Yet, the political gods smiled on me and let my vote count. Then a funny thing happened; the elections that day set the stage for everyone else's votes to count. Good Times!!

I am now super disappointed in Sen. Leahy of Vermont, who's state has already voted. Apparently, he has come down with a case of the "my vote has been counted so screw you" itis. Rather than have one of the most exciting elections ever; he wants to kick some one out of the sandbox...keeping in mind that neither candidate is going to have the number of delegates needed to win outright.

On behalf of the states that still have primaries and caucuses...Everyone stay where you are and let the people vote. Do not deny them chance to voice their opinion or the opportunity to cast an historic ballot.

I Hope You Haunt Your Parents

An 11 year old girl from Wisconsin is dead because her parents are idiots. She died of totally treatable diabetes because the afore mentioned whack job parents of hers believed that "All healing came from God" and not doctors. This kid hadn't seen a doctor since she was three. When the ketoacidosis, too little insulin in the body, left her listless the parents chose to be "fast in prayer" rather than take their daughter to the hospital.

Time for a little self disclosure. Right above my head as I sit at my makeshift desk is my undergraduate degree. If you knock the dust off of the glass you can read that I earned a Bachelors of Arts in Theology. Also, through a series of car wrecks that I was in during my early 20s; I have a disproportionately large piece of scar tissue on my pancreas. That means my pancreas doesn't always work as well as it should. I don't feel like I'm speaking totally out of place. Here's how this works for me...when my pancreas is leaning toward the "I don't feel like working" side of things for more than a couple of days, I get my ass to the doctor. Do you know why I do that, is because I don't believe in God...no, it is because this shit can kill me and I don't want to die.

The parents are saying that they aren't worried about the impending investigation because they know they didn't do anything wrong; apparently not seeking routine medical attention for your youngest child isn't wrong in their book. If there is a proverbial God in the sky, the state of Wisconsin will take away your other children and throw your asses in jail for neglect and manslaughter. Plus, should you become sick while rotting away in your cells...pray on that.

No More Dancing

Our run is over. I'm proud of the 'eers. I owe Huggy Bear an apology. I didn't think you were the right guy for the job, something about that graduation rate at UC didn't sit right with me. I was wrong. The team looked good. That last/only turn over did us in. There will be next year and next year looks good. Joe Alexander...repeat after me "I will stay for my senior season!"

I Might Need an Intervention

I'm having a bad day at work today. Apparently information I had been given in regards to being able to do my job has been incorrect. I have also picked up an additional 2 centers. It's just been raining badness all over me.

To make myself feel better; during my lunch break I took myself on a virtual shopping spree at Sephora.com . I spent 30 minutes looking at what was new and shiny; mindlessly placing things in my shopping cart. Each potion, lotion, and colorant that landed in my cart made me feel less panicky. When all was said and done there was $325.74 worth of stuff in my cart, and I had said no to the T3 hair drier (even though it would improve the quality of my life). Mercifully, I don't have that kind of money this late in the month or I would have played a game of chicken with myself over the things "I couldn't possibly carry on without." Clearly I am not well.

Crocker Recipe du Jour

This is one of my favorite crocker recipes of all time. It is my Aunt Kathy's Cranberry Orange Pork Roast. It is simply too good for words.

Ingredients:

1.5 lbs of Pork Roast, preferably tenderloin because it is the leanest.

1 cup Dried Cranberries

2 Oranges for juice and zest

.25 cup Honey

1/8 tsp Cloves

Salt and Pepper

1/8 tsp Nutmeg

What to Do:
Salt and Pepper your piggy.
Chuck it into a cold crocker.
Mix everything else together and pour over piggy.

Cooking Time:
Let her rip for 7-8 hours on low

Super yummy with roasted sweet potatoes/butternut squash and green beans.

Only 5 points per serving kids!!!