Steaming Up The Kitchen…
I never call in sick to work. Never. In fact, I rarely ever miss a day of work (for jobs I really enjoy at least…). My parents instilled me with one of the strongest, greatest, most amazing work ethics, which might explain why I am a workaholic. Anyway, I didn’t go into work tonight. I went to my full time day job most of the day, but I didn’t go into the restaurant tonight. Apparently, I threw my back out. So I can’t stand up, sit down, fight, Fight, FIGHT! Sorry, I was a cheerleader…for a week…in high school…to win a dare. But for real, can’t sit comfortably, can’t stand up comfortably, can’t lay down comfortably. In fact, everything I do causes these lightening bolts to shoot down my legs.

I know I said it right when I got back from Napa, but I’m going to say it again…I’m sorry I’ve been a posting slacker. I promise I’m going to do everything in my power to get better about it. I wish I had some awesome excuse like I’ve been travelling through the Bahamas or something,but I don’t. I’m just trying to get settled into a routine with the new job and yeah…I’m just making lameo excuses. No more. I promise, I’ll start posting again with my old enthusiasm and vigor! Starting right….NOW!

I just recently had my first taste of succulent crab meat. It was my mom’s boyfriend’s birthday (good luck following that one) and we went out with a group for all you can eat crab legs. I was EXTREMELY hesitant at first because I had only ever had imitation crab meat, like in crab Rangoon. Our fabulous server brought me out a leg to try before I committed to the whole, “All-You-Can-Eat”.
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Breakfast has to be my favorite meal. But during the week, it is usually just fresh fruit or some oatmeal. I’m not a morning person. I would much rather spend the 10-15 minutes it would take me to make breakfast in bed snuggling. And sleeping. But mostly snuggling. Weekends though, weekends are another story. For starters, most of the time, I don’t have anywhere to be in the morning, which leaves more time for snuggling, coffee drinking and breakfast. Also, I can wake up on my terms, so there is no Captain Cranky Pants stumbling into the kitchen trying to make something to eat. (I’m Captain Cranky Pants in case you weren’t sure).
