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Name: La Nina
  New Jersey

I'm a Jersey girl without the big hair or the accent (well, most of the time anyway), but with all of the bad driving and the penchant for weekly manicures.
Oh, and I'm an interior design student. That's how all of the weird terminology comes into play.

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Thursday, April 07, 2005
Old Growth
OLD GROWTH - Old, naturally established trees often characterized by dense straight grain and a lack of knots and defects. (from the Woodworking Glossary)

Somebody please, get me a walker. A cane will do. And some Ben Gay. And Motrin. Some morphine, perhaps?

My new best friends... they know my pain.

Here is why I hurt. Back in November I started a kickboxing regimen which I have been keeping up with ever since, averaging 4 days a week. Sometimes my dedication shocks me. There have been many days in which I'll get up at 5:30 in the morning wearing my gym clothes so that I can make my 5:45 class (as I will do tomorrow). I've been hitting the bag so hard that my knuckles have been bruising, so now I have to wear tape on my hands and wrists in addition to wearing gloves. On Wednesdays I'll rush home from work in order to make the 6:00 class, rush home again, shower, change, scarf down a sandwich, and head off to my 7:30 drawing and sketching class. Yeah, I know. Stupefies me too sometimes.

Hee. I kick ass.

Now save for the first few weeks when I started again, I haven't experienced the soreness I've been known to get in my quadriceps from time to time. Then came the dreaded lunges that our instructor has grown extremely fond of as of late. We do many, many, many of those in succession as though our knees are experiencing an extreme force of gravity as we walk circles around the gym.


"The extensors of wrists and fingers are connected to the -- bi-ceps." Doesn't quite work as well, I fear.

Now my legs feel as if they're made of jelly but look like they're made of titanium when I walk. I'm sure it's very amusing to the casual observer as my knees wobble with each step I take in my pointed-toe shoes. Sure, I hear their cruel laughter as I pass by, but I know how cut my arms are so the joke's on them. *sniff*

Fortunately for me I have a hair appointment tonight or I might have subjected myself to another instance of premature aging. In the meantime, please pass me my pills and my shawl, dearie.

    posted by La Nina @ 3:28 PM   10 Comments

Tuesday, April 05, 2005
Cooking Center
COOKING CENTER - The kitchen area where the cooktop, oven(s), and food preparation surfaces, appliances, and utensils are grouped. (from the Creative Homeowner's Glossary)

I got up early this morning to go to the supermarket when I was there at 10 o'clock last night. Is that weird?

The lack of enforcement concerning child labor laws is really starting to concern me...

So the situation is that I am positively infatuated with my new slow cooker. I am enamored with the notion that dinner will be ready when I get home from work and that I don't have to yell at some woman to do it. (Ah, liberation) I am enraptured by the warm aroma that permeates my living room as it works its wonders, giving me something to look forward to that evening.

The first meal I made in my slow cooker was chicken and dumplings. I adore chicken and dumplings, and these chicken and dumplings were the best chicken and dumplings I'd ever tasted. I wouldn't shut up about it for nearly two weeks. My boyfriend resorted to calling me "Dumpling" in order to tease me. That to me was of little consequence. I was in love.

Now that I've got the kitchen in order perhaps my look could use an update....

So why the extra shopping journey, you ask? Well, today I'd planned to create a meal based the simplest recipe ever...

Crockpot Italian Chicken

4 Whole Boneless Skinless Chicken Breast Halves
16 ounces Tomatoes -- (or 2-3 fresh tomatoes)
1 Whole onion -- sliced
1 Teaspoon Italian seasoning
1 Whole Green Bell Pepper -- seeded and chopped
Salt And Pepper -- to taste

Throw it all in the crock pot and cook on low 8-10 hours.

Per serving: 171 Calories; 2g Total Fat; 29g Protein; 9g Carbohydrate; 68mg Cholesterol; 88mg Sodium

... and I realized when I got home last night that I had somehow bought chicken thighs rather than chicken breasts. Slightly irritating. In my defense, the price tag was covering the part of the packaging in which that would have been made abundantly clear. No big deal. I just froze the thighs for the next time I make (you guessed it) chicken and dumplings.

I can't understand for the life of me where this sudden turnaround came from. Throughout my twenties I was pretty much the takeout queen. And now that I'm 30 I find myself looking forward to going home, sautéing broccoli and garlic, and marinating beef tenderloin. Bizarre.

While I have not yet resorted to yelling "Honey, I'm home!" to my kitchen appliances just yet but at the rapid rate to which I am rushing toward domesticity, I expect to wake up in the middle of the night to find that I'm hugging a fondue pot. If that happens, please do not have me committed. I don't think they let you cook in the nuthouse.

    posted by La Nina @ 1:11 PM   8 Comments