For Valentine’s Day, my hunky husband made me a York Peppermint Patty heart mountain, complete with a note at the summit and some Lego Ninja Turtles scaling the sides. And today he sent me a video of his mildly-horrific and humorous rendition of James Blunt’s “Your Beautiful”. Men, take notes. His gestures may sound ridiculous to some, but to me, they’re perfection. Most may not guess it, but I’m a hopeless romantic. So light a few candles, dim the lights, and lets talk about the softer side. Read more
- 2 tbsps. coconut oil
- 4 large peppers
- 1 onion
- 1 lb. ground turkey
- 1 lb. Italian-style ground turkey (Italian sausage works well too)
- 1 bunch of kale
- 4 cups chicken broth
- 2 cans diced tomatoes
- 1 can crushed tomatoes
- 1 can tomato sauce
- 2 tbsps. hot pepper flakes
- 1 tsp. cajun seasoning
- 1 tbsp. cayenne
- 1 tbsp. cumin
- 1 tbsp. chili powder
- 1 tbsp. black pepper
- 1 tsp. sea salt
- dice 4 peppers of assorted colors (whatever your preference)
- dice one small onion
- chop kale (I prefer it finely chopped, but up to you)
- brown ground turkey (all together)
- Using large soup pot, put burner on very low and add coconut oil, diced onion, and kale. Cover and let onions sauté and kale wilt (about 3-5 minutes).
- Add peppers and keep covered for an additional 3-5 minutes.
- Add all remaining ingredients, and cook uncovered on low/medium for about 30 minutes (allow to simmer but not boil).
- This is a large enough batch to cook and serve 4 adults, and have plenty leftover for meals throughout the week! It also refrigerates, freezes, and re-heats very well. Feel free to get creative with your vegetables (mushrooms, jalapenos, carrots…or corn or potatoes for non-Paleo peeps. I prefer to use organic canned tomato products to keep things inexpensive and to save time, but fresh tomatoes would be great. Also play with the pepper flakes and pepper colors to adjust the “hot” factor, and increase or decrease chicken broth according to your preferred consistency (doesn’t affect flavor much at all). Enjoy!
I decided I’m a Tiger. I’ve always loved the parallels between women and felines. They’re slightly unpredictable, mysterious creatures. They are cunning and elegant and graceful. They require very little training and are typically independent animals. Felines are small, but fierce, and have amazing manipulation skills (please reference Puss In Boots and the “look”.) The other day, I got to thinking…most women can be placed in one of three categories; they are either a kitten, a cat, or a tiger. Read more
Today, my mind seems to be stuck on one subject. Poop. Primarily because my recent ”cheat meal” left me with some short-lived digestive discomfort. But also because my baby can’t seem to get one out. I worked her little legs to maybe loosen things up. Gave her some tummy rubs. And finally, I went for the prune juice, which typically serves as a “light” laxative for infants. This was my last resort. Prune juice has an unpleasant effect on her…typically the “light” doesn’t apply, and the aftermath can be…overwhelming and messy. At this point, I’d just like both our bellies to chill out. But for now, I seem stuck on the subject, so lets review some of the poo categories. Read more
I’ve never been a jersey-chaser, but as a fairly fit female I can appreciate athleticism in a male companion. Physical abilities have never been a deciding factor for the men in my life, but I have always found myself attracted to the qualities many athletes exhibit…ambition, motivation, hard work, and of course, their typically above-average performances in the bedroom (please note that there are always exceptions). Athletes are trained to perfect skills with lots of practice, and they’re generally very coachable. The best athletes aspire to achieve greatness. Perfection. And that is why male athletes often make perfect partners. But which athletes offer the most when you ache for a little action? Here are my top 3 suggestions. Read more
A follow-up post to “A Letter To My Puzzle Pieces” (http://www.icouldntmakethisshitupblog.com/2011/11/14/a-letter-to-my-puzzle-pieces/).
I believe that people are each unique pieces in a puzzle that makes up the overlapping lives of many individuals. Some fit, some do not. Some are distant and connect only by way of others in the bigger picture. But then there are those that match perfectly. That must unite to complete the puzzle. Often, they’re not an easily identifiable pairing. It requires searching, trial and error, completing other parts of the puzzle to gain clues…and sometimes you just need a break. Giving yourself a moment to refresh. And stepping back to the puzzle that is your life, you may have a whole new perspective. A clearer one. Read more
Des Moines is nothing short of a rare gem. A unique and polished beauty. A product of her environment and it’s inhabitants. Growing up I always hated Des Moines. I aspired to things “greater” than could be offered in my mini metro. Things I thought only existed in Chicago, New York, San Francisco. I saw nothing but a dull rock, and I underestimated the combination of elements that would convert this city into a stone to be treasured. Des Moines’ culture is a pairing of traditional Midwestern manners with a hint of big city hip. Our proximity to Chicago and Minneapolis ensure easy access to the bustling metros, and our nationally centralized location and world-renowned work ethics invite some of the largest corporations to plant roots in our midst. Despite the economic stresses of the past several years, Des Moines seems to have flourished with enthusiastic and motivated entrepreneurs taking flight and thriving. And here are a few of my favorite shining facets…. Read more
Most people who join cults aren’t necessarily crazy to begin with. They’re just searching for something. Seeking fulfillment for a hole in their happiness. They get recruited by people with a cause. They detect passion, and after enough persistence that passion becomes a little bit contagious. Outsiders view cults as a bunch of crazies. They see obsession and loose screws. And they are usually right. When a cult begins serving shady tasting Koolaid at their gatherings, you better believe its time to separate yourself. But there is one cult I believe in. One I belong to. And I wholeheartedly preach its gospel. It’s the CrossFit Cult. Read more
College rivalries make life worth living. They make beer worth drinking, football worth watching, and jail worth visiting. So it should come as no surprise that I have embraced our Iowa in-state college rivalry. Surprisingly, I was raised a Hawkeye (University of Iowa). My dad taught me to chant the fight song for football and basketball games by age 4, and I owned piles of Hawkeye apparel. But by the end of high school, I saw the light. A real college education, the chance for an athletic scholarship, and a less pretentious flock of fans that would soon become my family. My Cyclone family. Read more
In life, we make choices. Many based on our fears of the unknown. Some let the fears take control of their decisions, while others explore the very things that frighten them. The saying, “test the waters,” always comes to mind. How can you really experience something if you’ll only commit to dunking a toe in? Not possible. I picture the women at the pool who do their hair and make-up. On a good day, they may dangle their legs in the water. If they’re feeling ballsy, they might wade into the shallow end. But I’ll be damned if they even consider getting that mane wet. Fully submerging. Opening their eyes to what lies beneath. They’re missing out on all the fun because they’re afraid of that mask they wear washing away. My theory in life; hop in a boat and row to the deepest waters you can find, then strip down ass naked and do a cannonball. Screw testing the water. Dive right in. Of course you take a chance of cold water or a creepy fish encounter. But would you rather just admire the surface? Or explore the unknown world beneath? I gotta know what’s down there. And more often than not, its terrifying and beautiful and mysterious, all at the same time. Read more
This week I heard a woman make a snide remark to her husband as a lesbian couple and their daughter passed by. She noted how inappropriate their handholding was, and said she didn’t appreciate having to explain things like that to her son at his age (he appeared to be about 5 years old). I turned around to face her, stated that I found HER inappropriate, and questioned when WAS the right time to talk to her son about it. Neither her, nor her husband said a word. I hope they were embarrassed. I’m about to embark on a rant that I believe my readers will find favorable. I assume that my fans equate to a considerable number of socially liberal individuals (not the same as democratic). If you do not fit into that category, by all means, read on…but you may not appreciate my perspective. Read more