My mouth breathing fitness buddy

Want to see how a goldendoodle named Gus runs? click. do it

I love dogs

He is a chronic mouth-breather (aka panter), but no more so than when we’re running through the neighborhood.




I’m craving fall right now, just as I do every

Fall country road

Look at this beautiful country road. I don’t know where this is, but I want to go there. Today would be nice, since our high temp will be 97 fahrenheit

year. It’s my favorite season. Football, sweaters, boots, chili.

Here’s hoping for a better week

Last week was no walk in the park. My little girl is having some stomach issues, which I believe to be brought on by anxiety. Her little issues culminated in a perfect storm last week. Her teacher was absent for nearly two weeks, there are some kids in her class who are making fun of her, and the class is running a little wild due to the lack of a trained professional in the room. She hasn’t eaten dinner in over a month. It started as a power struggle, but John and I are trying to stop that.

Meanwhile, I’m well into month two of my own new job and am being expected to become a contributing member of the team. This stresses me out, as I just don’t feel ready. So I’m not helping my girl and she’s not helping me. We almost literally came to blows last Wednesday because she refused to wear her school uniform (understandable that she’d want to push the envelope since the sub is probably not monitoring uniform compliance. But I am.)

We’ve had a good weekend. Here’s hoping for a better week.

A relaxing Sunday afternoon blowing bubbles.

The calm before the Monday morning storm. Here’s hoping for a better week.

Where the hell are the pimentos?

Image courtesy of Whitney's World, though this is what my pimento cheese looks like too

Image courtesy of Whitney’s World, though this is what my pimento cheese looks like too

Yesterday, I took a biweekly trek to Walmart to stock up on lunchbox food, cereal, and other necessities. I have changed my food shopping habits in the past few months. In an effort to find the perfect mix of good pricing, quality and local or near-local when possible, I moved away from Kroger, which, in conjunction with Walmart, runs a monopoly in our city. I now buy non-perishables at walmart (they have the best pricing and, in spite of being the largest retailer in the world, are local to Arkansas). I buy my meat and stuff I need in a hurry at the local Edward’s Food Giant, along with some produce, since they have a good selection of local fruits and veggies. Then I fill in with more produce from one of the great farmer’s markets in our city. Yeah, that’s a lot of stores, but I don’t visit them all on the same day, usually not even on the same week.

So, like I said, I’m there at walmart for my biweekly trek. I wanted to make homemade pimento cheese for lunch this week. I spent a good 5 minutes on the aisle where the pickles, olives and roasted red peppers live. No pimentos!! I ended up buying roasted red peppers and they’re certainly tasty, but require the extra step of mincing the peppers. And there are little bits of blackened pepper skin attached to the peppers, which mildly effect the appearance of the delicious pimento cheese.

For lunch today, I just finished a healthy portion on Dr. Kracker crispbreads with a big handful of blueberries on the side. Here’s how I make it.

1 lb grated sharp cheddar cheese (I grate my own, using the food processor, to avoid that powdery coating that comes on the pre-grated cheese)

1/3 cup pimentos (or roasted red peppers, if your walmart is incompetent)

a big pinch of sugar

1/2 tsp of dried mustard

1/4 tsp of garlic powder

Several shots of louisiana hot sauce *

Enough Duke’s mayo to bind the mixture together and make it spreadable

Dump all these items in a big bowl and stir it up. Taste & correct seasonings. Refrigerate overnight to let the flavors blend. So good.

*I think I’ll try Sriracha next time.

Why yes, I may have yelled at someone in the Starbucks parking lot

Handicapped Parking SignShe was parked in the extra space beside a handicapped spot – that striped area that is cordoned off so that people who must exit their cars using wheelchairs, scooters, walkers or other assistance can actually get out of the car. Just because you’re very important, or very late, or just a very lazy very asshole – you don’t get to park there. YOU MUST BE HANDICAPPED to access that space!

Oh, and while you’re at it, stop blowing past people trying to cross the street in a crosswalk. Dumb assholes.