I heart television

I am afraid that Mr. and I have become addicted to television.  Or, more accurately, I have become addicted to television.  We currently tape 22 shows every week…TWENTY TWO!  This is including the ones that are currently on the incredibly frustrating hiatus all shows do once or twice a year.

How did I notice this addiction you ask?  Probably has something to do with the fact that two of my shows are no longer able to be DVR’d (Tivo’d for you fancy folk) due to me watching too many shows Monday nights.  I mean really, who puts all the good shows on Monday night?  Spread them out.  I have nothing to tape Friday’s and Saturday’s for example; Tuesday’s and Wednesday’s are a little light too.

I think it’s time we turn off the TV and do something…  I’ll get on that as soon as we’re employed again and have money to do something.  Until then I’ll keep on watching…and hiking in between to feel less sloth-like.

Anyone have any good shows for me to start watching???

Waffle Rant

Mr. loves Belgian waffles.  Since I am such a doting wife and I plan on winning the 2012 Spouse of the Year Award (I hear the prize is mimosas in bed, all you can eat cookies, and a foot massage), I made Mr. Belgian waffles this morning.

I must admit, it has been quite a while since I’ve taken on this task.  We gave away our waffle maker before leaving Spain, and although he got a waffle maker for Christmas from his Secret Santa, I haven’t had the time (or more, the willingness) to make his favorite breakfast. 

But today, I made the waffles.

It’s easy really, and I enjoy them almost as much as Mr.  However, the clean-up is what I absolutely detest.

WHY are waffle makers so hard to clean!?!  I mean honestly, the time I spend cleaning the stupid machine after making waffles makes it almost worth spending $30 to go out to breakfast instead;  or an even better idea, throwing out the waffle maker and buying a new one each time I make them.

No matter how I clean it, it’s still greasy.  I follow the instructions, soap and water only.  I don’t even think about submerging any portion of the machine in water or it will die a horrible death and possibly shock you or set fire to your kitchen…according to the manual. 

I feel like this is an easy fix for the waffle maker making industry.  Have the plates be dish washer safe and *gasp* removable.  I have yet to find this model anywhere.

If anyone has any ideas or has seen the magical waffle maker I suggested above, please let me know!  Until then, all I can do is struggle on.  That award is mine!

Hiking

Today Mr. and I went hiking at Daley Ranch.  This is the second time we’ve gone this week, so I like to think of myself as super outdoors-y now.  I plan on getting a North Face jacket soon to prove my point.

The first time we went was Valentine’s Day.  We aren’t big on celebrating this “holiday”, but we figured we could get our cardio in and throw in a picnic for good measure so off we went.  It was a good day, nice weather, and we hiked about 4 miles on some really pretty scenic trails that went by a couple small lakes.  I had a surprisingly good time, seeing as that I am not a huge fan of middle of nowhere, buggy, dirty places…which made me think that today was going to be a good idea as well.

Don't we look like happy hikers???

Since it was so great last time, we decided to take a longer trail.  A good portion of this trail was quite narrow, rocky, and a little too middle of nowhere for my liking.  Shockingly I didn’t trip or fall…my clumsy side had apparently taken a hiatus for the day…but my panicky side was out in force.  I spent the majority of today looking out for rattlesnakes, worrying what would happen if I saw a rattlesnake, examining what could only be the world’s largest cougar-mountain lion hybrid tracks, and worrying some more that I kept hearing the cougar-mountain lion hybrid in the bushes.  (Mr. said it was wind…I’m pretty sure we were being stalked.)

I also got some pretty gnarly blisters on my heels.  We hiked farther than last time, but I wore the same shoes, so I’m a little annoyed about this. 

All and all we got some good cardio in again though (better than last time since I made Mr. run with me through parts of the trail that I deemed too scary to simply walk through).  Plus, we made it back safe and sound…other than the blisters.

Hope everyone else is having a giant-cougar-mountain lion hybrid free weekend!

Brunch!

Today was an awesome day.  Laura Day, to be exact.  19 days late, but us girls finally got together to celebrate Laura’s birthday!  We had a great time shopping and just hanging out, but even more exciting was the amazing brunch we had.

I’ve never been a brunch person, and unless you count making brunch on our own because Mr. and I slept in too late for an actual breakfast I’m almost positive I haven’t actually ever had brunch before.  The place we ate at today has officially converted me however, and I’m shocked I have never fully appreciated what must be the most important (and forgotten in my case) meal of the day!

We went to 3^rd Corner Wine Shop and Bistro in Encinitas.  Obvious potential just from “wine shop” being part of the name.  I had Cap’n’Crunch French Toast (combining not only my love for carb-loaded breakfast brunch food, but CEREAL!) and it was absolutely delicious; a cup of fruit for starters made me feel less piggy for all the carbs.  Plus, there was a side of yummy potatoes that came along with it, which I’ve noticed is never the norm for French toast.  Pancakes come with eggs and hash browns just about everywhere, but apparently French toast doesn’t deserve a side.  Or maybe it’s because it’s French and they have a bad reputation about getting along well with others…?

(Don’t get all offended, other than the people who worked in the metro I enjoyed France and the people there…but come on…it’s a little true.)

However, the meal wasn’t what convinced me that “brunch rocks” should be shouted from the rooftops.  It was what came WITH brunch.

Bottomless mimosas.  BOTTOMLESS!  As in, “I see your glass is empty for the fourth time in a row, would you like a complimentary refill of champagne with a splash of orange juice?” bottomless. 

PERFECTION! 

Cheers to Laura and a late birthday celebration, and cheers to brunch!

Great Boring Intentions

I had great intentions these past few weeks.  After my Pity Party post Mr. and I went on a long weekend trip to Los Angeles to visit my Uncle Bill and Joann.  Although we mostly did the touristy things which weren’t all that blog worthy…we DID go to a tapas place called Three Drunken Goats (which is obviously blog worthy just because of the name!), AND we went to Venice Beach which I’m pretty sure I could write an entire hilarious novel about.

Pretty much sums up the entire Venice Beach trip...and possibly the name for my book?

On our drive home on Sunday the sad inevitable happened however, which stopped my blog-ideas in my tracks.  My Audrey Hepburn-esque Nana passed away.  My entire family was as prepared as possible for this, but it didn’t make it any easier…so getting back Mr. and I spent a few days helping to pack up her apartment and be with family.  I then had my second great intention of writing a blog in memory of my Nana…but no matter what words I put on the page they never seemed right.  So I didn’t post.

Then, a few days ago, Mr. and I went to Disneyland.  My cousin-in-law Bri is participating in the Disney College Program and invited us up for the day to hop the parks with her on her day off.  A fun day, AND we totally saw Coach Beiste from Glee!  (Dot Jones for those of you who live under a rock and have no idea who I’m talking about or what Glee is.)  Mr., however, pointed out that Johnny Depp was supposedly in the park the day before…and since we weren’t there then and didn’t see him it’s really not all that exciting to see a “C list celebrity like Coach Beiste”.  His words, not mine.  Plus, I was too excited seeing someone famous that I forgot the cardinal rule…TAKE A PICTURE…so, pictureless, I didn’t post.

I DID take this gem of a picture...do you like my surprised/excited face?

Then we found out this week about a job fair in Phoenix.  Although I’m not 100% stoked on the idea of moving from (in my opinion) the best state, California, the job finding process has been more difficult than we expected so I suppose Arizona would be the next best thing.  Mostly because Mr. has family there and it’s a quick, cheap flight to San Diego (or a 6 hour drive, which will TOTALLY be worth it when I need a girl’s fix).  PLUS, Mr. agreed that if we moved there we could get a big house so my friends will totally have a place to crash with a big pool so that my friends will actually want to come visit!  So off he went, leaving me a bit bored…so…

I posted it all!  You’re welcome.