Kale Chips

Taking something healthy, drying it out and dumping salt on it... oh yeah!

Actually kale chips are really healthy and I don't add much salt and almost zero oil.Here's how to do it:

1. Wash the kale and then dry thoroughly (or you'll get soggy chips...gross)
2. Cut off/out the stem (the stem is also gross)
3. Spread out in a single layer on a parchment lined baking sheet
4. Lightly coat with cooking spray followed by a light sprinkling of sea salt or seasoned salt
5. Bake at 350 for 10-15 minutes (they burn very easy)
6. Consume... delicious!

Too busy to be sick

I have a lot on my plate right now. I have sales calls to make, events to coordinate, emails to follow-up, a house to pack, a hubby to keep on track, a dog to snuggle, a friend to say bon voyage to, laundry to do (even after the laundry marathon that was this weekend), photos to take and post of the house, renters to find, appointments to make, and a nose to blow with a teary eye to wipe. I am a human ground-zero for debilitating allergies this week.

"I am misery," I would say to Hubster.
"Do you need something, my love?" he would reply.
"Help me," I would roughly whisper, "this may be the last day I am alive."
"You want some water in your final moments," he'd play along. "Take an Advil Cold & Sinus."
"But, Sugar, I can't die yet," I'd remind him. "I don't have life insurance yet. I am worth more to you alive right now."
"You better not go dying on me."
"I am too busy to be sick," I'd remind him."Misssssery..." I trail off in a sudafed sleep state.

We've been on this road before. I am a very dramatic sick person (not to mention my face warps into a scary troll mask - swollen eyes, beet-red nose, dried and scaly lips, always dirty glasses, and I smell like medicine and vitamins). Hubby plays along with me, coddling me like I need. He's a good man and he doesn't tell me to get over it, when I act this way, he just loves on me.

I have a roll of toilet paper on my desk for the never-ending nose. I wrote "Heal Me" on it, so I may fool myself into feeling better. I hope I don't get black writing on my nose!

My Next Pet

Ever Since I have seen those CRA-ZAY DirectTV ads, I have been desperately wanting a Petite Lap Giraffe. Who wouldn't?!? A very clever company, that ad firm for the satellite dishes, created a site where you can watch those little guys go about their nonexistent lives. This is a video on the site and below is the link.

 

Behold: http://www.petitelapgiraffe.com/index.php

Goodbye Gina Bean

Last night I said my first good byes to one of my best friends. No, she's alive and kicking, she's not dead! She's shipping up to Denver. She was born and raised there and sought new adventures at age 18 when she enrolled at Arizona State University in Tempe, Arizona. Best decision she ever made if you ask me. We bonded over playing dominoes and talking about boys and drinking beer and staying up for days and mayhem and mischief and so on and so on.

I'm going to miss Miss G. She is the first of my group of girlfriends to move out of Arizona. (at the end of the month Lil Miss Kenda moves to Dallas and then a month later, I will take my own wild ride across country). You better call me as soon as you date the doctor I promised you you'll marry :) I just want my, "thank You , Mo, you were right," because I always am right and its nice to hear it from someone else's mouth aside from my own.


Have a great time in Denver, dahling.

Put on your Dancing Shoes!

Pretty in Pink - whatever happened to white dinner jackets; they're so classy and debonair

Its Prom season, y'all! (see, I'm practicing before the big move) This means ridiculously oversized hair, skirts either up to here or necklines down to whoa! I will be scouring the corners and stairwells of Arizona Science Center keeping my eyes out on your creeping teenagers with your underage flasks and raging hormones. Behave tonight, kids! (Anything you do right now can really mess up graduation, and really put a damper on my enthusiastic prom-lovin'.)

I have five Proms over the next six weeks (and the week I don't have one I will be in Greenville, home-hunting). However painful this may be for me, the pain only lasts until my next Hubby-foot massage. You pain will last forever when you look bak in ten years and think to yourself, "Who let me wear that?!"

For the record, I looked like a peach colored Vegas showgirl. No one is immune. Have so much fun and make tonight one of the best nights of your young lives! Dances are really hard to come by when you get older, and so are meals that faculty pay for!

PS, is it weird that a 27-year-old woman is excited to hear Prom King and Queen announcements?

Note: Must learn to say "Reckon"

The paperwork is signed and faxed. Happy Hubby and I are moving to Greenville, South Carolina. So long stifling hot summers! Hubster and I are flying out to search for an apartment on April 20th. I return to the desert. His first day of work will be the 25th. I will work my current job for a month while he gets acclimated to Southern Living.  Then after a bachelorette-beach-extravaganza Memorial Day weekend, Hubby and I will finally go on our epic road trip (so what if we can't road trip up PCH- Pacific Coast Highway, driving across country in a two-seater car will be fun even if we can't stop at Vineyards). Along for the ride will be Remy, our poochy-poo, and Buddy, our little turtle who must endure a few days in a tiny plastic box with an inch of water.

What about my little house? Do you know anyone who wants to rent an adorable three-bedroom house in Chandler/Gilbert? Send 'em my way!

What about a newer-new job in the same state as my hubby, you ask? Eh, I'll find one... hopefully.

I'm stoked about this new adventure ahead of us. If anyone is ever in the Blue Ridge Mountains-area, stop by and I'll pour you some Sweet Tea.

99 Problems

Bashful Fool

Happy April Fool's Day, everyone! Get silly and act the fool... unless you are in Arizona, in which case stay inside where the air conditioning blasts the most. It is a delicate 99 degrees in the Copper State today. Yes. April has barely begun to shine and the weatherman announced the smashing of the previous record high of 96. We are all winning in 2011, I guess. Breaking records and hitting new highs.

PS Planning a lil joke on Hubby for when he returns home from his interview in Greenville, SC. What shall it be? (I wish the joke was on me about this incredible summer we started a month early)