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I realize that it's after midnight, but I've put all my Christmas music on CDs and I plan on baking for the rest of the night. We're celebrating Christmas tomorrow with Ma and Pa Baloo and I'm baking Red Velvet Cupcakes. What do y'all think? I like to bake southern things to remind those Yankees that I'm a Southern Woman who knows how to cook!

Labels: baloo, Christmas, food

It has been a crazy week. Probably one of the craziest of my working career. Wish I could go into detail, but I can’t. However, I will say that I worked 12 hour days most of last week.

Aside from me working hard and not eating (which resulted in some awesome weight loss) I got to meet Baloo’s brother. I haven’t decided on a nickname for Baloo’s brother, so for the time being, we’ll call him Dr. Baloo, since he’s a PhD and all.

Dr. Baloo came over to my house on Tuesday and I made Smoked Chicken, Corn Pudding, Sautéed Spinach, and Key Lime Pie. Everything was a hit. Dr. Baloo was very nice. I’m not used to having siblings, so it was interesting to see the two of them interact. Dr. Baloo is like a more mature version of Baloo with blonde hair. It was pretty weird.

So anyway, Baloo spent the weekend with his family in Dayton, OH where they went down to celebrate Dr. Baloo’s wife’s birthday since she was all alone for a medical rotation. I was invited, but because I was working 12 hour days, I couldn’t get away to join them. I hoped I made a good impression and I kept asking Baloo what Dr. Baloo had to say about me. Apparently he called me crazy (because I was so anal about the food being perfect and everyone having a good time) and that I reminded him of his wife. Which I guess is a good thing. However, I’m so vain that I thought that they should spend the entire weekend talking about me and thinking about me. I wanted frequent updates from Baloo on what his family thought of me. Turns out, they think I’m a fun, crazy girl and they like me. So I guess I couldn’t ask for more.

In other news, I had to make an emergency call to Kipper last night to discuss something that Daddy Kiki said to me that kinda disturbed me. I called Daddy Kiki last night to talk about the nice time I had at the driving range and I mentioned that Dr. Baloo and his wife will be moving from San Francisco to San Antonio in the next few months so Dr. Baloo’s wife can start her residency. I commented to Daddy Kiki that it will be an adjustment for Dr. Baloo seeing as he’s from the country here in Michigan and he wants to buy a house on a couple of acres and Texas doesn’t exactly have that type of living in the cities. It’s very suburban. Daddy Kiki’s comment, “Well, they should feel comfortable since there are a lot of Hispanics in San Antonio.”

What? Come again? I told Daddy Kiki that I didn’t appreciate his comment and I don’t think they’re the type of people to base their comfort level on the type of people they are surrounded by. I asked him how we segued from talking about the amount of land they’ll live on to the type of people they’ll be around. He was confused. I was confused. He told me to forget about the whole thing. O.K. Whatever.

So I had to call Kipper to commiserate. Apparently it was racist weekend and neither Kipper or I got the memo. He told me a story about having a house guest who said inappropriate things. When Kipper told a story about someone asking a dumb question in class (Kipper is the smartest, thinnest, prettiest one in Community College finishing up some prereqs for nursing school) the house guest asked if the person asking the dumb question was black. Thankfully, Kipper had the balls to stand up to his house guest.

So that’s what I’ve been dealing with these past two weeks. Working my ass off, my boyfriend’s brother’s visit, and my racially incentive father. I hope this week is so much better!

Labels: baloo, daddy kiki, food

I’ve decided to start over. I want to take charge of my life. I have nothing to do this summer as I have no school commitments and work tends to slow to a snail’s pace when the weather gets warm. So, with a consultation from Kipper I’ve decided to take the Men’s Health personal trainer thingy. Why Men’s Health? Well, because the Women’s Health was not that helpful. On the Men’s Health page, I can buy three months of personal training. I told them that I want to get lean and they give me exercises to do everyday. I decided to do an hour of weight training on Monday, Wednesday, Saturdays, and cardio on Tuesdays and Thursdays. And since I get to pick my cardio, I’m doing rollerblading. Because I found this neat park near my house that has a nice trial through the woods and around a lake. And it’s fun to rollerblade.

This weekend is dedicated to picking out nice snacks for me to eat during the day so I don’t get too bored at work. I’m thinking of having dried fruit, yogurt, cheese, things like that. I’m so excited about my new program that starts on Monday. Baloo chastised me today for having a pop tart and a nutra grain bar. Pretty much as my only meals of the day. Whatever. He knows nothing. I keep telling him that if he wants me to be pretty and thin, he’s gonna have to stop commenting on my unhealthy eating. It just goes with the territory.

Labels: food, weight

Baloo makes hot dogs with peanut butter. Which is ok, because I eat hot dogs with mayonnaise. But I was curious about the peanut butter and hot dogs. Turns out, it’s pretty good. We had hot dogs with peanut butter, spicy mustard, relish, tomatoes, and onion. Yummy.

Labels: baloo, food

I was domestic on Saturday. Baloo and I started the morning watching a little Paula where she made some yummy cheesecake bars. Baloo asked if I would make them and then bring them in to his work so he could share with his coworkers. I didn't mind, and apparently they were a huge hit. I'm sure Baloo just wanted me to bring them in so he could show off my skills to his co-workers. And I'm ok with that!

Later that evening we went to a house party to hang out some more with his co-workers. It was a college party. After Baloo, I was the oldest person there! It was a good time, but I know I didn't belong there. We hung out in the basement and I watched some of the kids play beer pong. All I could think about were the germs that were being spread as they picked the ping pong ball off the floor and threw it into each others cups. Yeah. I'm old. However I did last till about 1:30 a.m. so I'm proud of that. However, I don't want to go out partying like that again until I've had time to prepare myself. I'm getting old.

Last, congratulations to The Colts and The Bears. This will be the first time in history that a black coach wins the Super Bowl. And let me just say something about Bears coach Lovie Smith. This man is the lowest paid coach in the NFL. Hell, I'm sure there are college coaches who make more than the $1 million that Lovie makes. However he didn't bitch and moan. He didn't say that he got paid the least because he's black. He persevered and proved himself and turned the Bears into a Super Bowl team. So I'll say this. Did Lovie get paid the least in the NFL because he's black? Maybe. It's always a consideration. However he applied himself and proved himself and delivered. He shut up all those naysayers. And I bet after the season ends, he'll be one of the best paid coaches in the League. So no matter if you're black or female, or whatever your minority status, don't think that just because you're at the bottom of the pole you need to perform like you're not a top contender. Use the resources that you have to persevere and eventually when you start producing excellent results, people will have to take notice and give you what you rightfully deserve.

Labels: baloo, food, football