Lost in Indiana.
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And just for fun, here is Lynette doing an impression of this creature. Notice the creature right in front her. She’s a crazy one, that Lynette.
Archive for August 2007 – Page 2
Categories: Wordless Wednesday
I discovered a low fat recipe that was delicious. My goal was to find a recipe that was low fat and that my whole family would enjoy.
And I found it. I can see this recipe becoming a usual meal for us here, it was THAT outstanding. If you love Mexican food and enjoy a little kick, Aye Caramba!, this recipe is for you. I found this recipe at 3 Fat Chicks, I decided to try it because every comment left after this recipe was positive.
This recipe calls for shredded chicken. A few years ago I learned a very easy way to make shredded chicken. Simply add chicken pieces to boiling, I check the chicken after about 5 minutes and it’s always done by nine minutes. I cut the chicken breast into smaller pieces so it’s takes a shorter period of time. If you do it right, the chicken shreds easily with a fork!
See?
Your Basic Delicious Ingredients.
Before entering the oven. The recipe called for 15 minutes, I only did 10 or so.
Three Year old Racercar, "thanks for the great food!"
And now the recipe. I look forward to you trying this. It’s terribly delicious.
Cheesy Chicken Enchiladas
Serves: 8
recipe ingredients
1 cup chopped onion
1 1/2 cups shredded cooked chicken breast
1 cup (4 ounces) shredded reduced-fat sharp Cheddar cheese
1 cup bottled picante sauce
3 oz. 1/3-less-fat cream cheese
1 tsp. ground cumin or chili powder
8 (6-inch) flour tortillas
1 1/2 cups bottled green taco sauce
recipe directions
Preheat oven to 350*F. Place a large nonstick skillet coated with
cooking spray over medium heat until hot. Add onion, and saute 6
minutes or until tender. Add chicken, 1/2 cup Cheddar cheese, picante
sauce, cream cheese, and cumin. Cook 3 minutes or until cheese melts.
Spoon about 1/3 cup chicken mixture down center of each tortilla, and
roll up. Place enchiladas in a 13 x 9-inch baking dish; drizzle with
taco sauce, and sprinkle with 1/2 cup Cheddar cheese. Cover and bake at
350*F for 15 minutes or until cheese melts. Serve enchiladas
immediately.
| calories | total fat | sat fat | protein | fiber | sodium (mg) | carbs | ww pts |
| 272 | 8 | 3 | 18 | 2 | 924 | 32 | 6 |
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Categories: recipes, Tales from the Scales
It’s been a while since I participated in Works for Me Wednesday, but it occurred to me today while showering that there is something I do to make my legs feel extra smooth after shaving and thought WFMW would be a great way to share my tip!.
After shaving I lather my legs with hair conditioner and then rinse. You won’t believe how good it feels!
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Categories: Works for Me Wednesday
No, no. I am. I realized it today after picking Racecar up from preschool.
Racecar, Ariel and I were strolling away from the school towards our vehicle when we were about to pass a mother holding a car seat, with a 3 year old preschooler and a 2 year old handful. Things appeared a little hectic, and well, why shouldn’t things be hectic.
I, using as much tact as a tack, said "you sure have your hands full!" (as if she didn’t know that already.) I even said it with a chuckle and a large, stupid smile! She turned towards me and she was even pregnant! And I said "Wow! And you’re pregnant! How far long are you?" I say this while still chuckling and smiling! She replied. "I’m not pregnant, I just had this baby." She says while holding up the hand carrying the car seat.
I did it. I did that thing I swore I would never do, that thing I hate so much when people did it to me. I always said I would never say those words to someone unless I knew for a fact that she was pregnant. But I said it. She really looked pregnant. She had just had the baby two weeks ago and she obviously did not gain a single pound in her face, arms or butt, just a little poochie in her belly, but I didn’t need to remind her of that poochie belly.
I’m such a jerk.
I apologized from the bottom of my heart and I did offer to carry the 2 week old while she held the 2 year olds hand across the street, but that doesn’t take away what I said to her.
I’m totally going to make her dinner once a week and offer to clean her house now. And I’m never, ever going to ask about a pregnancy again for the rest of my life.
I think I need to learn that sometimes it’s nice to just walk by and smile rather than make small talk that could potentially go bad.
Categories: That's Life
In case you ever get the urge to swing on one of these things. Don’t. Because the following day you won’t be able to raise your arms, or wipe down a counter top or put on deodorant. (the idiots in the picture are myself in the blue shirt, yes I am 30. And my sister in the yellow shirt, who is 29 and then my 19 year old niece in the tank top.) The pain is intense, but through the pain I still managed to fold a ton of laundry this morning and clean my van, which looked like someone put a box into my van that was filled books and cookies and straws and receipts and sweatshirts and umbrellas and who am I kidding, french fries and then it blew up all over my van.
I also managed to take a one hour nap, but it wasn’t my fault, my intention was to sleep for TEN minutes, but I accidentally woke up one hour later and then I drank coffee, did some work, (remember I work from home??) made dinner and walked/ran for 2.55 miles. To be exact.
Speaking of running. I have quit trying to become a runner. I am really disappointed about this decision, but the burning sensation I feel in my shins and the pain in BOTH of my knees when I am running and when I am not running is going to kill me. or at least make me crawl everywhere I go, which I think would embarrass my children when I drop them off at preschool. so, I guess I’ll just plain ol’ walk. If I do run, it will have to be on a treadmill because the shock my shins take when my feet slam into the pavement is intense and makes me want to roll on the ground while crying, but since there are like sixty million other serious ‘non-shin splint having’ runners running around me, I just keep running like a complete idiot, through the pain. I even smile (and wave!) at other runners like "hey! I’m running just like you! I’m not in any pain!" The tears rolling down my face make it hard for them to believe me, but I just play it off like it’s really intense Runner’s Sweat.
Never had Runner’s Sweat come out of your eyes before? Must not be a Real Runner.
Alright, enough of my running woes, I’ve got first day of school pictures! I know you’ve been waiting for them!
Here’s Racecar on his first day. He was deliberately trying to look like he was 18, I think. I told him I did not appreciate that because he’s still my baby and sent him directly to a time out.
And here’s Ariel on her first day. She too was trying to look very old. little stinkers.
And here I’m pretty sure they were teaming up to try to make me cry.
It totally worked.
Categories: Being a Mama, Child's Play, Pictures, That's Life, Weight Loss
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