Jan 31, 2011
Hello… my name is Melissa, and I’m alarm clock challenged.
I’ve told you about my alarm clock issues before.
Yesterday, I thought I’d found a solution; I bought a new alarm clock.
The buttons on my old clock needed to be pressed three times to advance one minute, and Dave’s fancy, reliable clock was retired because of its constantly-lit face (verboten in our cave-like bedroom...
Jan 30, 2011
My dino-chow cookbook survey received more than three times the response I thought it might because…
YOU ARE THE AWESOMEST READERS EVER!
Now I have to chew on the results and start making my production plans. There’s going to be a lot of bangin’ pots and pans around here!
And if you missed the survey, but have thoughts on the dino-chow cookbook that you’d like to share, you can...
Jan 30, 2011
Doing a strict Whole70 means not eating breakfast at my favorite Tex-Mex breakfast joint. My writing skills and the English language, in all its richness, cannot accurately convey the depth of my heartbreak at missing my Saturday morning machacado plate.
But I’m being strict-strict and as much as I love Habanero Restuarant, I don’t know what kind of fat they use to cook their eggs, so even when...
Jan 29, 2011
I only recently discovered this blog, and I’m loving it. Called Street Anatomy, the blog “obsessively covers the use of human anatomy in medicine, art, and design.”
Here are a few of my favorite images so far…
And finally, how great are these salt & pepper shakers?! (Buy ’em here.) Perfect for any dino-chow...
Jan 28, 2011
For some reason, I think I like Fight Gone Bad.
Fight Gone Bad
1:00 push press, 55#
1:00 wall balls, 15#, 10ft target
1:00 sumo deadlift high pull, 55#
1:00 box jumps, 20″
Oooo, I love Fight Gone Bad, I’ll say when others complain about the combo of push press, wall ball, sumo deadlift high pull, rowing, and box jumps. I love that format… and there’s...
Jan 27, 2011
UPDATE (1/30/11): The survey is now closed. Thanks a ton to everyone who participated. You’re the awesomest readers ever!
My dino-chow cookbook has transformed from ‘idea’ to ‘work-in-progress.’
Recipes have been selected… food photography skills are being refined… new stories are being written… but I need your input to make sure I really...
Jan 27, 2011
When I started this blog on March 27, 2008, it was mostly to amuse myself. My book had been on the market for a year, and I was bored with the writing required by my corporate overlords. I was about five months into my CrossFit journey and was just beginning to feel good enough about my body to be excited about the fashion possibilities. Inspired by GoFugYourself and Flickr Wardrobe Remix, I decided to...
Jan 26, 2011
I’m almost afraid to type the following words because they’re sure to jinx me: our workout this morning was just fine. Of course, that means there’s probably something brutal planned for tomorrow or Friday. But today is today. The workout was fine. And I’m so fantastically good with that.
Skills5 sets:3 snatch grip, behind-the-neck push press3 OH squatsrest :90:10 pushupsrest...
Jan 25, 2011
When I was a kid, I hated sandwiches… especially ham & cheese – but I loved salads… especially with lots of creamy Italian dressing. My mom would pack my lunchtime salad in a Tupperware container, then put the bottled creamy Italian dressing in a plastic baggie. All I had to do was cut the corner off the bag and squeeze out the dressing. Pretty genius, right?
Now I mostly dress our salads...
Jan 25, 2011
I stumbled across this in my reading wanderings this morning. It’s by poet William Matthews, and it made me want to try my hand at food poetry myself – a very frexciting idea. I’ll spare you my practice poems, but if I ever pen a satisfactory ode to cumin, I’ll be sure to share.
For now, enjoy “Onions.”
Onionsby William Matthews
How easily happiness begins by dicing onions....
Jan 24, 2011
Last night, I woke up to visit the bathroom around 12:30 a.m., and as I staggered back to bed, trying to keep my eyes closed, chanting to myself, You’re still asleep. You’re not awake. Don’t wake up. You’re still asleep, Dave held out his iPhone and said, “Our workout tomorrow is Fran.”
For the next five hours, I dreamt of that witch composed of thrusters, pullups, and...