Saturday in the garden
Posted: 2011/09/18 Filed under: Gardening | Tags: Cut Flower Gardening, Flower Gardening, Garden, Gardening, Home and Garden, Midwest Gardening, raised bed gardening, Square Foot Gardening, trellis gardening Leave a commentIt was an amazing nice sunny fall day here on Saturday. So I did a little work outside and took some pics of the back gardens. The grass could use a mow and some rain.
We got a whopping 4 little pumpkins this year before the vines did this sort of slow fungus filled death thing.
Peppers have started coming in, I hope I can keep them warm enough long enough.
Harvest one of tomatoes is over, several batches of sauce were mad e, including one with so much garlic it is actually SPICY hot. The 2nd harvest is brewing. There were about 6 horn worms this year, four the wasps killed with their eggs so that was VERY nice. One I let the kids keep as a”pet” (mwahahahah), and this little guy I’m going to let stay since it is late in the year anyway.
The Big headed sunflowers are dropping and filling with seeds
The red rose bush is got its fall bloom going on.
The blackberry lilies have gone to seed
two grasshoppers were enjoying the nice sunny weather.
If I remember I will get around to the front and sides for some pics tomorrow.
Dude Besties: Vin Diesel and Sunshine ” I love you man”
Posted: 2011/09/14 Filed under: Lovies | Tags: BGP, Big Girl Panties, Mathew Inman, The Oatmeal Leave a commentI think it is important for every girl to have friends of the opposite gender. I love the guys in my life just as much , though very differently, as my Bad Gurls and Besties. At a core level everyone gets the same Lola as a friend. Part of the reason I embrace the “fearlessly be yourself” mantra is because I’ve never been very good at being anything different. All my life I’ve always felt comfortable in the company of guy friends. I also prefer male bosses ( even ones that let the drunken customer call me), but that is another story. In my school system they started a Gifted and Talented class, with my 4th Grade year. There was a whole class of us that met and stayed together from 4th grade on through High School. We spent 4-6th grades together with precious few new kids coming or people leaving. By the time the insults of 7th grade rolled around we SOLIDLY had each others back, boys and girls alike. My very first best guy friend was also my very first kiss, and went on to marry one of my very best friends from that same class.
Always having at least one best guy friend was easy to do in college and early adulthood before I got married. Then in similar fashion to the way little boys and girls can be best friends until about the age of oh 6-8 before their gender gets in the way; life circumstances get in the way of keeping those relationships close. Significant others, jobs, kids etc… Guys just don’t put as much stock in the whole keeping in touch thing. With a dude you can pick up and put down a friendship without “I’m no longer feeding and watering that friendship if she’s isn’t going to”. Close girl bonding takes time because girls can be vicious, best guy friend bonding can be started quickly and put down no hard feelings. With a dude you can talk to someone that actually has a penis about whatever penis you’re in need of discussing. And they can give you the penis POV, which you can in kind return with your womanly wisdom of vaginas and what his date/girlfriend/wife really means when she says he can do what he wants. With a dude you can play Tonk and talk shit and make them play Rummy 500 until you win just so you can say you did. With my dude friends it’s a treat to just be Lola at my core. I can leave the heavy badass armor at the door with the guys and not feel vulnerable. It’s hard to explain really so I’ll take it out of the dude vs. girl label and just tell you about two of my besties that just happen to be dudes, Sunshine and Vin D.
I genuinely love both of these guys in a very platonic way. Sunshine and I met in college and shared a Business major. Mr. Smartypants apparently exited with 2 majors. I was one class away from a double major in not only Business, but also Finance. The one remaining finance class I needed to make that happen was the next Spring semester and I didn’t want to do 5 years. So I exited with a B+ average toting a Business/ Marketing degree. We graduated, went on with life, hooked up on FB and in the middle of my AD I noticed him posting something about being 1 year post Divorce and starting to be happy again. So Sunshine (my real nickname for him) and I start talking. I’m all about being me but you don’t just tell some dude you made out with in college but also have mutual respect for that you’re getting your boobs out on the internet and having an emotional/you’d like to make it physical internet affair with a 25 year old Greek God of sociopaths. Sunshine had no idea what the hell was going on in my 2nd life. He knew I was going through a divorce and what he saw on FB. Sunshine and I were old college acquaintances who happened to swap spit once in the bricked basement of the fraternity house. By all accounts he should of been working the hell out of the can I fuck you angle, but he wasn’t. Oh and Sunshine lives far away in another part of the country with a football team we don’t like here. (Stifling urge to break out my Matthew Inman of The Oatmeal’s version of “Piggers are going all the way this year”) We started with emails and then moved to texts and phone. We spent the summer catching up on our lives since college and settling into the friendship we have today. I have given the why I love Sunshine speech to multiple people, including The Husband and Sunshine himself.
It goes something like this. I love Sunshine because he, as a man, was treating me better and with more care and respect than any other man in my life. I was talking to him and getting to know him again during the time that The Husband had moved out; I was still hoping to be with PJ; I was talking to, meeting, and dating new guys. Sunshine wasn’t trying to get in my pants, and he was the man who was treating me best. He is a very overworked, over achieving business man with a team of direct reports. He travels all the time and is rarely home. When he is home he has a gigantic social life, as you can imagine Sunshine does not struggle with the ladies fawning over him. Sunshine, in spite of his busy schedule, would plan ahead to call me based on our scheduled that week, call when he said he would and actually spend time listening and talking with me when he did. Sunshine treats all women in his life this way, I am not special. But Sunshine reminded me what it’s like to have a real man in your life, and how that should make you feel.
Sunshine had post traumatic my ex wife was an evil shrew (my words) who had to be texted back immediately syndrome. I had most of the texts coming in are all about how someone wants me to smurf on his smurf for a smurfy long time. Or smurf my smurfy smurfiness until smurfdome comes. Or hi can I take you to dinner and then maybe smurf with you after. ( oh the Match.com stories are so funny) Why yes I DID see The Smurfs last weekend and I must say it was a fabulous trip down memory lane. Texting proved to be therapy for both of us. I don’t know how you text with your friends but with my friends texting works as sort of a pick up and put down running conversation. The next response could come in seconds or weeks after the last one. But it didn’t become that all encompassing I’m doing it all day long BS like it was prone to with the new guys in rotation. Cuff link and food porn was about as racy as it got. Sunshine now knows all of my secrets from that time, is one of my loudest “I’m proud of you” supporters and is going to be my yearly date for Carb Day. Some day I hope to watch him get married again to a girl I can stand and who will understand that he is a gift to his friends and let him keep us around.
Vin D I’ve known for over ten years. We met at a job through a mutual friend, spent a while carpooling and eating lunch together every day, then drifted apart as life took us in different directions. Vin D was my safety call when I was interviewing the Craig’s List guys. I sure the heck couldn’t call any of my girl friends and say “Hey, I’m going to meet this random dude and I just need you to know where I am so if I end up in a pit you can find my body” ” Oh yeah, everything is fine I just thought it was a good idea if I start fucking guys from Craig’s list” . Vin D has the fortitude to handle that and enough intimate knowledge of my inner brain working to know we’ll talk about why the fuck I’m doing something that crazy and stupid when I’m ready to talk about. I was ready to talk about roughly 5 months later standing outside some random abandoned gas station. Wait, that sounds bad, Vin D and I used to work for the same place. We couldn’t exactly have these conversations at work so we would take drives, smoke and vent about work or life or whatever. On that particular day I decided it was time to share and seek his advice, so I dumped it all on him. Reddit, PJ, The Husband, all of it. From that day on Vin D became my sounding board on the subject of my sanity and life. Vin D and I are not literally exactly alike. We have many personality and character differences. Buy our minds works almost exactly the same. And through hundreds of hours of having intellectual adult conversations about all manner of topics and our often divergent opinions of them, we have the uncanny ability to provide quality self awareness therapy/BGP/know when to shut up and just listen to each other. He is like a male version of me and vice versa. We do not always agree, but we always respect the others POV. It was Vin D who kept telling me that is was absolutely inexcusable for PJ to not be standing present physically in my life. It was Vin D who listened every Tuesday after I had my counseling session to my revelations of new insight and my next steps are far as taking my life and myself back. It was Vin D who was holding fast to his line in the sand of this is NOT OK to be happening to you. It was Vin D who came over, plugged his laptop in and worked from my Kitchen to help me stay the hell off the internet. It was Vin D who listened to many many tear filled rants of frustration. And it was Vin D who never treated me as weak, or crazy or unsettled or anything else but me. I love that man like a brother.
I have a new potential best guy friend. We are in the friend stage where we have just enough inside jokes ( we work at the same place) to make us close but don’t know each other moods well enough to shut the hell up when we should yet.
Running another 13.1 ; 1 week post race day; 5-8 weeks till race day
Posted: 2011/09/10 Filed under: Running | Tags: Half marathon, half marathon training, RunKeeper, Running Leave a commentIt’s been another crazy week. I think right now they are all just going to be that way for awhile.
Last Saturday I ran my 2nd 13.1. 2:58. It was an inaugural women’s only Half Marathon aka 13.1 miles, as in you can’t pick M as a sex and get a bib. We saw at least one dude out on the pavement though, had to pass him just to be sure. It didn’t bother me, but I did wonder why some dude would be so set on running a women’s only race. I’m much more embracing of the rebel inside of all of us these days, so while I wanted to check out the proverbial balls on this dude, kudos to him for having them.
The first Half Marathon I did was with The Husband and a big deal in our area. There are bands all up and down the course, local, but still the entertainment is much appreciated. There are tens of thousands of runners and walkers and there are thousands of people cheering for you as you make your way through the course. Last weekend I found out what a real race is like. Less than ten thousand people and not very much outside encouragement along the way. The fantastic thing is that those who do stay or come out to cheer are quite dedicated and every little bit of encouragement helps along the way.
It was due to be record breaking heat and the race started in the dark-ish at 7:05am. There were water stops at every single mile and I think we took advantage of them all. NOTE to self, while pouring water on my head at every stop felt awesome, not noticing it was weighing down my skirt until mile 8 and it was too late was not fun. an extra 8 water stops of a few ounces of water dumped onto your body at mile whatever feel like 20X the amount of weight by mile 11. Next time I will keep a better eye on how much of that water is going to start weighing me down.
We started out together all three of us and had a few delays and mishaps along the way for the first 4 miles. The first step I discover I have very little sound in my ear buds. My job is the intervals it’s my iphone and Runkeeper that coach us for this. They have back-up watches, but literally it’s the VERY beginning. We have to solve this problem. I yank out the phones and ditch em in a trash can by mile marker 1, this means I will no longer have ANY music for the next 2.5 to 3 hours. But our intervals will be intact.
The great headphone debacle was followed by some intense calf pain in hood running buddy that needed physical and emotional attention. This is always frustrating at the beginning of a race, because it is when you are the strongest both emotionally and physically and every second you are not GOING while you have this strength is another second added on your finish time. I had a goal of 2:45, this doesn’t really matter in that moment because to me getting everyone simply TO the finish line is the most important part of the day. We didn’t train this hard to not push through it. So between the 3 of us we analyze and work to solve the problem, finally around mile 4 we are back in business as a happy group.
A nice surprise at Mile 6 is our friend who plans to meet us at mile 10 and see us home. It’s also Gu and Sport Beans time, we fuel as we walk an interval. She checks in and heads to 10 to wait. Only 4 more miles to 10 we think. And then we settle into the business of getting there. They run faster and I can typically walk faster so we take turns pulling and closing distance between us during the next 4 miles. The general runner etiquette is if you are stronger and I am not, go. We have had some practice with this arrangement on the two long runs all 3 of us made as a group. This makes for great fun starting at about mile oh 9 maybe when I start to get tired and the girls get ahead of me by about 30 yards and stay there. Finally I just tell them they are on their own for intervals. Sorry to any of you ladies in that race that had to put up with me shouting walk now or run now at you but not FOR you.
Other than that this race was pretty uneventful. At Mile 10 our friend met us and they stopped, but I pressed on knowing I was getting close to really tired and loopy walking time. When I get tired I actually walk faster than I move in run posture. Even The Husband has to jog to keep up with my fast walk. By 11ish the group catches up to me and our friend stays back with me so I have company. I’m having a great race emotionally, but I am quite pleased for the extra boost of someone to actually talk to because I have had no music of any kind for the entire race and man sometimes that just sucks. She walks and runs and talks with me until we come around the corner for the finish. Having her there made the last 2+ miles go super fast. I get geared into running posture and she stays with me till the last tenth or so of the race and sprint across the finish line at 2:58 alone. My 2nd medal is hung on my neck, I get a little teary eyes but hold it together since there isn’t anyone there to cry about it to anyway. My Husband and kids didn’t make it time for any of the race or finish.
Within an hour I’m showering at Lefty’s to go away for a fabulous weekend of relaxing.
The next race is either 5 or 8 weeks away depending on which one I do. I have completed 2 now, I suppose I can say “I’m a runner. I run Half Marathons”…..
Sunflowerpaloooza 2011
Posted: 2011/09/02 Filed under: Gardening | Tags: Cut Flower Gardening, Flower Gardening, Garden, Gardening, Midwest Gardening, Sunflower Leave a commentSteak and grilled potatoes; Home Made Green Sauce
Posted: 2011/08/31 Filed under: Cooking | Tags: Cooking, Green Sauce, Onion, T-bones, Tomatillo Leave a commentLast Thursday while I was taking a mental health day from blogging I decided I would use the extra few hours gained from not having to write a post to channel my inner domestic goddess for a little while. I had ordered locally grown tomatillos and peppers from the produce delivery place with the intention of making a batch of my home made green sauce. That recipe involves roasting things, so I decided to use the grill to make dinner AND green sauce. Hubby gets a steak he didn’t have to cook and I get to make a dinner. Everybody wins.
Dinner was as follows:
T-bones with Chicago Steak rub, marinated with the rub on for a few hours, then grilled for about 8 minutes a side for medium well.
Locally grown mushrooms, sauteed with onion and reduced with Red Wine Vinegar and beef broth.
Potatoes also done on the grill. They were locally grown and from the produce delivery place as well. I cut them in halfish, gave them a light coating of olive oil and some seasoning, I think I used a Chipotle rub. I started these beofre anything else, along with the onions. They were probably on for at least 10 minutes before I turned them to the other side. They turned out great, almost like crispy on the outside steak fries.
Locally grown corn and a salad with garden tomatoes and locally grown lettuce. Thinking of the lettuce reminds me that I need to get my fall crop of spinach and lettuce in, though it’s probably way too late, never hurts to try right?
The star of my evening was the green sauce. There is probably an exact recipe for this stuff floating around my house somewhere. This is a recipe The Husband got and tried first, then I stole the making of it and started experimenting. By this point it’s make from memory and turns out differently every time. This is part of why I love cooking but hate baking, I screw with recipes. I manipulate them based on what I have on hand or what sounds good or what worked best last time. To me cooking is playing and Baking is an exact-ish science. Though I am still working on making the perfect cobbler, I mostly avoid baking.
This is the basic gist of the green sauce.
Tomatillos, peel papery skins, wash, cut in half. I roasted them on a baking sheet with a lip to hold the juices they release. I turn them cut side down and put the broiler on high. Keep an eye on them, about 15-20 minutes, until the skins get bubbly and brown or black and the pan is full of tomatillo juice. I also throw the few cloves of garlic on the same pan and roast them in the juices at the same time. This batch I got busy and turned the oven off, but didn’t take the pan out. This caused me to lose a lot of my juice to oven evaporation and make my sauce extra thick. It was a happy mistake I think, but one I won’t be repeating on purpose.
Onions, peel, cut in big chunks. You can put them on a pan with the tomatillos in the oven but I put them on the grill with the potatoes to get them semi-cooked and roasted.
Garlic, smash and peel a few cloves, see above.
Peppers, I prefer pabloanos, but I have used all kinds of peppers for this. This batch was billed as a pablano/banana mix. You can either cut the tops off and roast that way or roast whole and deal with the seeds later while you are peeling the stems and skins off. Either way works, but the cut off in advance method may be a little less messy. Roast in oven under broiler or on grill on bottom close to the fire until the skins are charred and black. Then let them rest and peel off as much skin as is fit. There is a picture of the skin carcases somewhere here.
Cilantro, I used two full bunches or more this time, but you should aim for at least 1-2 cups of the stuff. I love it so we use way more than that, see bowl full.
I usually try to keep my ratio of tomatillos to peppers to onions about 1;1;1/2 or so. But honestly it doesn’t matter that much as long as you like the taste so don’t stress over it.
So when you have your veggies roasted and peeled you have a pile of mushy stuff. Shove it all in your blender or food processor and let it go until its whatever consistency you like. Then start working in the washed cilantro until you have the taste and consistency and color you want. I’m lazy and don’t cut it, I just kind of tear it or shove it in there in small batches until it all gets worked in. I did this over the weekend when I had time.
We enjoy this usually slow cooked with pork and some chicken broth added. But you could use it for anything.
Your batch will be as big or small as your volume of ingredients. This batch made about 4+ cups for me.


























































































































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