Bra-Snatcher on the Loose

I woke up this morning with this gem from my Mom hangin' out in my inbox:

Possible captions (as per my Mom's suggestion):

• Izzy misses you!
• Julia forgot to close her bedroom door :(
• Trade you!

"Trade you" has become our favorite command as it is the only way to get Izzy to let go of anything she puts in her mouth. Of course, she's learned to milk the system by picking up anything and everything that may end in a trade for her favorite treat. Freakin' sneaky bugger.

Tonight I'm going to San Jose to hang out with 3 of my amazing friends from college. We've decided to get a hotel room for the night so we can get ready together and pretend that we're either still in college or about to hit up the Vegas strip.

The four of us during rush in 2007 (sophomore year!)
Left to right: ME!, Sarah, Kat, and Chelsea

Us during the last gameday season - Go Beers! Oh whoops, I mean Bears.

I am SO excited to see these little hoodlums! The schedule for tonight is looking like 1) get ready 2) get dinner 3) get drinks 4) get ridiculous. Not like it actually matters what we do considering we will find a way to entertain ourselves regardless.

After the craziness of tonight, we are hoping to head out bright 'n early to go to San Jose's greatest theme park...

Okay, so it may be SJ's only theme park, but it's still pretty bitchin'.

And then hopefully we'll be back at the hotel with plenty of time for loungin by the pool a la Caesar's Palace.

Ahhh, the good life.

Questions:

What would be your caption for the above Izzy picture??

Have you ever been to Vegas? What is your favorite thing about the Sin City?

Farmer's Market Yummies

My life is pretty dull today, so I'll flash back to yesterday. Tuesdays are Farmer's Market days in Monterey, so the Moms and I decided to check it out just for the heck of it. She was in the market for an orchid for the living room, so we spent a majority of our time at the orchid man's table being absurdly indecisive.

It really is tough picking out the perfect plant when they all look exactly the same.

The runner-up. As Ricky Bobby would say, "If you're not first, you're last."

After walking for a grand total of 200 feet at the Farmer's Market, I begged my mom to stop for food and water. We decided on Papa Chano's, where I scarfed down an entire giant veggie burrito and about 18 pounds of chips and salsa. Of course, as a bottomless pit and a loyal Myo groupie, we had to make a pit stop at The Mecca.

Strawberries for me and nuts for her - sooo predictable.

We had planned on stopping on Trader Joe's after Farmer's Market but eating can be exhausting so we hauled away our loot and called it a day.

Pictured (albeit poorly): spinach, broccoli, nectarines, and strawberries in one of our many hippie reusable bags. Don't say a word - I already feel eco-guilt for the plastic ones.

My huge workout yesterday at the crack of dawn left me absolutely exhausted today so I opted out of yoga and opted in to my bed for nap time. If you ever take anything away from this blog, remember that naps are like hot guy friends - take advantage of them as often as you can.

Random Fact #14: The fact that I accidentally skipped facts #9 and #10 attests to my tendency to make ish up on the spot way too often.

Myo and My First Smoothie Attempt!

I am a woman of many passions. The first half of this post will be dedicated to my newest love, Myo - the first make-your-own fro yo place to ever hit Monterey.

Where have you been all my life?

Last night my mom and I decided to run errands and just happened to be within a 1 mile radius of a Myo. Of course, it would be very irresponsible of us to be in the neighborhood and not stop by for a visit, so we walked down to Cannery Row to get our fro-yo fix. Now usually I bury my vanilla/cake batter yogurt underneath a mound of m&ms, oreos, reese's, hot fudge, and an entire can of whipped cream. I was feeling a little healthy last night so I decided to swap the high fructose corn syrup for some real fructose in the form of strawberries and raspberries.

I even left some whipped cream for the other Myo patrons.

My mom had her signature vanilla with heath bar, nuts, and a little chocolate fudge. On a regular Myo visit, my toppings would put her toppings to shame.

I hope she's starting to get used to my compulsive picture-taking.

Today we took Izzy to the beach to frolic and make more friends in 10 minutes than I ever have in my life. When we got back I was feeling a little ambitious so I decided to use the rotting banana on our counter to attempt to concoct a homemade smoothie.

Ingredients: 1 giant gross rotten banana, TJs Blueberry Greek Yogurt, 3 ice cubes, and some thawed TJs Mixed Berries.

If your blender was straight out of 1972, you'd keep it in the garage too.

I have the taste buds of a 76 year old diabetic, so I added a little honey to sweeten the deal.

The finished product! I tried to drink it with a curly straw like a 6 year old but it was a little too thick, so I went into adult mode and topped it with granola before downing it like a champ.

The full recipe:

1 large over-ripe banana, cut into slices

1 c. Trader Joe's Frozen Mixed Berries, thawed

1 package Trader Joe's Blueberry Flavored Greek Yogurt

2 tsp. Vanilla

1 T. honey

4 ice cubes

Use your 1970's blender and press the only button that works until it looks like it might be blended. Pour into a glass, top with granola, and down like a rabid wolverine.

Questions:

Have you made any yummy smoothie recipes lately? Any that I will be able to drink with my curly straw?

Random Fact #12: If you couldn't tell, I HATE ripe bananas. If they're not slightly green and hard as a rock, I won't touch 'em.

P.S. I know the pictures from the last post didn't load and I promise I'll fix them once I get a little less lazy.