Tuesday, November 30, 2010
I'm going to take a moment to be complete honest.
Monday, November 29, 2010
Friday, November 26, 2010
Lunch: orzo stirfry w/ faux chick’n
Snacks: toast w/vegan butter
Dinner: fries + beer (healthiest dinner ever!)
Day 6 Nov. 20th
Breakfast: vegan doughnuts & half/vegan chocolate chip muffin
(Who said being vegan meant only eating "healthy" food?)
Lunch: leftover orzo stir fry
Snacks: black grapes, white beans, pecans, salad (lettuce + carrots + sunflower seeds + Italian dressing)
Dinner: Tofu stirfry with brown rice
Day 7 Nov. 21st
Breakfast: doughnut holes with blackberries and pineapple
Lunch: left-over orzo
Dinner: black bean and butternut squash chili
Day 8 Nov. 22nd
Breakfast: toast w/ vegan butter
Lunch: Hapa tofu bowl
Dinner: more chili yum!
Day 9 Nov. 23
Breakfast: half a vegan muffin
Lunch/Dinner: pasta w/ chick'n patty.
Day 10 Nov. 24
Breakfast: toast with fruit
Lunch: baked potato w/ chili on top
Dinner: Pueblo Corn Pie
Thoughts: Coming along.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Here are Five Reasons Why I Should be a Recluse:
Monday, November 22, 2010
Friday, November 19, 2010
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Breakfast: applelunch: leftover tofu bowlsnacks: carrots w/ italian dressing and sunflower seeds, black grapes, raw pecans, peanut butter w/ whole wheat crackersdinner: orzo w/ broccoli, white beans and tomatoes
Breakfast: oatmeal with toasted walnutslunch: leftover orzodinner: tempeh bbq sandwich, chipotle mashed potatoes and garden salad
Day 4 Nov. 18Breakfast: oatmeal with black molasses and toasted walnutslunch: (faux) chick'n wrapsnacks: pecans, grapesdinner: quinoa stuffed green peppersThoughts: The food's been good for the most part. Still trying to get myself to like oatmeal, not that I hate oatmeal, but it's really nothing to fall in love with. Of course I haven't been perfect...a piece of non-vegan candy, etc. but I'm not going to beat myself up over it because it's a transition and I still have non-vegan stuff in my home. I already purchased it and I cannot ethically throw out food. That to me is worse than any of the weirdest eating habits. It really hasn't been that much of a change to be honest. It's more of a consistent "foot down" where I have to be disciplined more when I'm around other people than when I'm on my own.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Breakfast: Chipotle Mashed Potatoes on Toast with Sunflower seeds.Snack: black grapes and whole wheat crackers.Dinner: MORE chipotle mashed potatoes, spinach, and tempeh BBQ sandwich.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Friday, November 12, 2010
Today I went to the bank. Generally it wouldn’t matter where I went today but I swear there is a story here.
So, today while walking to the bank, I saw, from across the street, a hippie (with a dog), pestering people. He was basically standing right in front of the bank so I knew there was no possible way of avoiding this guy. I had no idea what he wanted (besides money) or what his special skill set was in which to acquire the money (because in Boulder you can’t just ask, you have to dance for your dollars).
I wait at the light. I look behind me to see if there are any suckers that can distract him from me.
I know he sees me, like it’s the fucking national geographic channel and some crazy animal shit is about to go down.
The white-light-man tells me I can walk. When I am almost to him:
“Can I read you a poem,” The Hippie asks.
A poem? Really? That’s your dance? You want to read people poems?
Dude, don’t you realize that people go out of there way to avoid poems, and they are definitely not going to stand on the street in 35 degree weather to listen to one.
“No.” I replied. Because I did not want to listen to his stupid ass poem.
“What?” he asked as if he was shocked and appalled by the idea that no one wanted to hear his poems.
“NO!” I repeated.
He shrugs and asks someone else who has so graciously decided to walk by.
I enter the bank.
The tellers at this particular bank are so incredibly friendly it’s almost disgusting. I’m depositing a check and the young woman asks me about the weather.
She then proceeds to ask me about my weekend.
“I have no plans.”
The teller is surprised by my answer as I must look so much cooler to her than I actually am.
“Well, she says, “sometimes it’s nice to not have to do anything and just chill out.”
“Yeah,” I reply, “except that’s not really…um, well, sure. Actually I’m just lame.”
The young teller woman, must obviously have a girl’s night out planned with margaritas or martinis followed by late night dancing at the club/grinding on some hotties followed by a late hot tub dip, and then concluding with passing out on silk sheets—Only to wake up to mimosas and a spa day followed by another night (with her man this time) full of martinis, fancy dinners and tango dancing.
So the Teller with the Plans hurries up my deposit as quickly as her fancy fingers can, smiles, and says, “well, Happy Friday!”
Happy Friday indeed. I left, did some other shit. Then of course, on my way home, I had to encounter the HIPPIE again. This time I was stuck right next to him at the light.
“Want to hear a poem this time around?” He asks coyly.
“No. I sure don’t.”
“Why? Are you afraid you’ll fall in love today?”
Yes. Hippie. That’s exactly it. I’m afraid I’ll fall in love with poetry and then I’ll have to go to all those fucking open mic nights and slit my wrists and dye my hair black and talk while snapping my fingers. How did you guess it?
Actually the real reason that I don’t want to hear your hippie poem is because I don’t want to have to tell you that it sucks. Because it does. I can already tell just my looking at your haircut. And after you read it to me, and look at me with those sad hippie eyes, well then you’re going to ask for a dollar. And I can’t pay for bad poetry. Why don’t you go inside the bank and ask the Teller with all the Plans if she wants to hear your poem.
Because I could tell by looking in her fancy eyes that she is totally ready to fall in love today. In fact, she was ready to fall in love yesterday. And there is no other way to fall in love then through hippie street poetry.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
1) deal with him cutting me and just leave it as the #1 pet peeve?2) drug him and saw off his toes?3) make him get weekly pedicures?4) make him wear socks to bed?5) drug him and pull off his toenails (as opposed to cutting off his entire toes)?