The first official day of summer....

was this week, so I'm going to let that lead the way. Summer really is filled with so much GOOD stuff, it's pure magic, other than dealing with whining kids, excessively sweaty (and sometimes stinky) armpits, and mosquitoes that somehow find their way up, like WAY up. Everything else though, golden rays of sunshine.

What's to drink....

I promised myself that I would stay authentic on this blog, so in staying true to my word, there is a beer can on my fancy kitchen counter. You guys, nothing tastes better on a hot day than an ice-cold beer. And hold up, don't be all hating and snotty about the fact that I drink light beer. I happen to like it, and it's lower calorie than a lot of other beers...also, HELLO on the SKINNY cans. Is that brilliant marketing or what. Anyway, I think Lance Armstrong used to be a spokesperson for Michelob Ultra, but don't let that turn you off.  That guy juiced the hell outta himself and won the Tour de France, but he did it while drinking this beer. If you play your cards right, with the right mix of steroids, Michelob Ultra, spandex, the ugliest fucking helmet you can find, and no fear of testicular shrinkage, the sky's the limit with this stuff. Cheers!

Michelob Ultra 

What's to eat....

I suppose I could have put this under the "what's to drink" section, but it's not nearly as fun as beer.  However, I do find protein shakes to be really convenient and a good way to get my protein (chocolate) fix on. As the resident chef, caretaker, cleaning lady, plummer, conflict resolution specialist, launderer, errand boy, personal assistant, and sex slave (I kid, you sickos) in my house, some days I am just too damn tired and hot to make a meal. So this sits in as a good small meal or snack.  The only problem is that typically, protein shakes can taste like dog shit, so I doctor mine up a bit. Obviously, you can add whatever you like, but this is a good starting point. Bailey's Irish Cream would be a good next step...I'm just saying what you're all thinking.

Working on my jenky hamstring....

That I injured doing a "drunk split" 7 years ago. That's right, it was Thanksgiving, the wine was flowing, me and my 3 sisters were up to our usual crazy shit and the night had taken a turn to acrobatics and a strength competition. I guess I'm kinda competitive by nature, but I think it's more of my "fat kid syndrome" that drives me in these situations. So, I was proud to show off that I could do a split on demand at 30 years old, except I couldn't, apparently, because when I went ass to the grass crotch to the rug, as they say, I heard something pop and got a major shooting pain to the back of my right leg. Long story short, it's 7 years later and that leg is absolutely jenky. I can do a bunch of stuff without bothering it but it DOES affect my strength, which really pisses me off. I wish I could say the moral of this story, or life lesson, is to just work around your injury.  That there is always something you can do even if you're hurt, and I do believe that. But really, I just want to tell you guys to NOT do drunk splits. That shit will cost you, even after 7 years.

Wishing you ALL of the Good Stuff. 

Xo

Tara

P.S. "How wonderful life is while you're in the world" (most of the time, unless we are in a real shit storm, which we've seen plenty of, but nobody else I'd rather get through said shit storm with). Happy #11, Tommy Kali.