Time for a coffee break
View of Mission Valley from 5th floor patio.
Seen while browsing the Albertsons’ magazine rack
My goodness! Those Gilmore girls do get themselves into a lot of trouble.
…and a jar of your finest grape jelly
TheSmokingGun.com has posted a list of Ashlee Simpon's backstage requirements. They include Oreos, canned tuna and a jar of your finest grape jelly... which would be... Smuckers?!?! Being someone who hates grape jelly (make mine strawberry), I had to wonder what she meant. I, by no means, know what fine grape jelly constitutes. But I... Continue Reading →
Sunday in Hillcrest
Today was one of those perfect days in San Diego that make living here so worth while: a clear day in the mid 70s with a slight breeze in the air. I ran out of fruit (to fit into my perfect diet) and hungry so time to walk over to the Farmers Market.African food. Served... Continue Reading →
Personal trainer guy
This is my personal trainer. Super nice guy. Funny. Married to a really wonderful woman. And in really good shape as you can tell by this photo. His photo was featured in a paper accompanying an article about diet. The most important thing mentioned in the article (and illustrated in the photo) is that carbs... Continue Reading →
I’m hongree
. Well, I was actually hungry only for the first day of my trainer enforced diet. Tuesday night was the big, "Let's go over what you eat now and how you should really eat" session. I was looking forward to it. No muscle stretches, no measurements and definitely no scale. But the numbers he had... Continue Reading →
Desktop wallpaper
I had this on my work computer as wallpaper for a week. My computer monitor is pretty big and from day one, I started getting complaints about it. One person saw eyeballs, another got a quesy stomach. But it took most people a while to realize that it was the close up of a pizza... Continue Reading →
Possibly true???
Will there be a Pretty in Pink sequel?!?? Since junior high when I first saw it, my tastes have changed from having a crush on Blaine to Duckie. Since then, I also realized that Andrew McCarthy is a really, REALLY bad actor.
Exhausted!
Second day of my personal training. Already submitted a log of three days worth of food (two weekdays, one weekend) and I was brutally honest. The weekend was especially honest. Logged that I had started the day eating 4 strips of bacon and two eggs. Lunch was BLT. Snack was raw cookie dough followed by... Continue Reading →
My Burning Kitchen... on the road 