Shining, Shimmering Splendid

Tell me princess, now when did you last let your heart decide?

Princess Jasmine is so beautiful, right? Personally, my favorite Disney Princess is Ariel but it’s close. I thought I’d title this post using the most thought-provoking and relevant song lyrics of our generation. And why? My life is filled with sparkle.

I am sparkling! And not like Abba.

I have committed to begin running again. For those of you who knew me during my crazed wanna-be-marathoner phase, don’t worry, history will not be repeating itself. I’ve come to the conclusion that, well, I’ve been a lazy mo-fo. I tell myself that 30 minutes on the elliptical is “working out”, but when I step off the machine still perfectly dry and without shortness of breathe, I wonder “Am I superwoman? Or just not pushing myself?”. Shamelessly, I’m going to go with the latter. So it’s time to get in shape, girl.

I started off with a bang this morning, completing four slllloooowwww miles on the TM. It felt great and I have this blogger to thank for inspiring me to get off the couch, stop watching “Dance Moms” and start working on m’ fitness.

In other news, I have been pining over the ingredients for making a top-secret cookie recipe which I will reveal in due time. I finally bit the bullet and ordered a jar of majesty.

You can eat  it. I might faint.

Lastly, I stumbled upon this little beauty when I was perusing Amazon with my gal pals the other night over midnight margaritas. Oh law, that’s smashing.


Well, I’m off to wash off my “glitter”. Over and out!


June is Bustin Out All Over!

All over the meadows and the hills!

Yes, I was in a musical review of Carousel at Spokane Falls Community College. “June is Busting Out All Over”  depicts the amazing month of June and all the wonder it has to offer. Birds chirping, green meadows, flowers a’bloomin. However, this is not the case for poor Jackson Hole. This is the weather I have to look forward to next week:

Poopy, to say the least.

In order to overcome the scattered and isolated t-storms (such ugly words) you must either follow these rules or hike up yer skinny jeans, throw on the galoshes and say “bring it on June!”. This weekend was no exception.

Technically, my “weekend” began on Thursday since I’ve undergone a couple career changes and will now be full time at Elevated Grounds Coffee House. So freakin awesome, right?! What did I do to celebrate? Made cupcakes of course!! I was gifted this amazing mix a while back and decided to give it a try:

Sprinkles Cupcakes Mix

Not without my favorite apron of course:

For the mix, all you do is add eggs, milk, salt and vinegar. The kit also gives you a super easy recipe for cream cheese buttercream frosting and the signature Sprinkles adornments. The frosting contained cream cheese, butter, powdered sugar, salt and vanilla. Here’s a shot of the naked cupcake:

Next, I put all the frosting into a Ziploc bag, snipped one corner and piped the frosting on. I’m such a pro ;-).

I’m Trying the Natural Light Thing!

I served these cupcakes with chicken souvlaki pitas and tzatziki. They were BOMB.

Homeade tzatsiki

We also enjoyed this bottle of  wine given to me by Stacey and Zack, the lovely owners of Elevated Grounds. Notice the blend? SO fitting right?!

I didn’t have to work and it was raining which meant doing hoards of laundry while watching The Price is Right. I was the epitome of a housewife, even though I am not married and consider dogs to be babies. I basked in my cliche.

After the laundry was folded, the floors were mopped and the vodka was gone, I decided it was time for exercise. So I threw on my stretchy pants and…watched a Lifetime Movie. Those things are pure danger. After “Deadly Whispers” (totes amazing) I hiked up High School Butte while listening to the Sweeney Todd Soundtrack and Justin Bieber. I was a hot + sweaty mess  of a girl.

Then, Bry  informed me that we had our first kick-ball game of the season. It’s true, B and I joined a kickball team for the summer. After you stop laughing, know this: people in The Hole, take their kickball UBER serious. Despite the fact that most participants are holding a PBR in a “Frankie Say Relax” beer coozy, folks can get seriously verklemped over this so-called P.E game.

Since I tend to take sports a little more lightly than most, it was easy for me to laugh and distribute high-5’s despite our pathetic 15-3 loss. The good news? I got on base, ran to third, wore cute pink sparkly knee socks and totally intimidated the other team like this:


Bryan had to work which meant another deliciously housewivey day. I kicked it off by doing sit ups while watching House Hunters  in my jammies and socks. Does anyone else do this? I love the show but do tire of comments such as “This room would be great for entertaining” and “I was really hoping for granite counter-tops with an island”. Come on people! Old and funky is making a comeback. Along with coolots and stirrup pants (I promise).

After the rained cleared up a bit, I completed a 4 mile run along flat creek at an embarrassingly slow pace. But I’m trying not to focus on that :-). Again, I returned home a sweaty beast:

I ran in my fairly new Nike Lunar Lites.

These babies are great. I also wear custom orthotics since I have (and I quote from my P.T) “ridiculously flat feet” and they help enormously as well. Another cool aspect of this shoe is that it has the slot in the sole for the Nike+ chip.

From Nike:

How it Works

Simply place the Nike+ Sensor under the sockliner of your left Nike+ ready shoe and start running to sync it with your Nike+ SportWatch GPS, iPhone 3GS ® or other Nike+ tracking device. The sensor measures your pace, distance, time elapsed and calories burned. This information is transmitted wirelessly to your device for real-time feedback while you train.

I have the wristband and I love it.You can also create an account at Nike+ and see all your runs, challenge others and achieve goals by running more miles or faster paces. While the Nike+ may not be as accurate or as fancy as the popular Garmin, it is a huge motivator for anyone out there like me, who isn’t a “natural” runner and doesn’t want to spend $350 on the Garmin.

Wristband and Chip

After my epic run,  I cooled off and waited for B to get off work.

Ice water + lemonade. Ignore the skis in the background.

After B got off, we ran some errands and then made the clutch decision to concoct mojitos. YUM.

Enjoyed on the Porch

A few were consumed:

Must re-paint nails

After 2 3 mojitos, a couple of Bryan’s friends arrived so I went inside, pounded a red velvet and watched “Bad Santa” on TV until I fell asleep with my mouth open. I hope they didn’t see me…


This morning we awoke to more rain so we promptly hit up the Red Box and got two movies (True Grit and Love and Other Drugs). We returned home and Bryan got to work making huevos rancheros. Seriously, best I’ve ever had.

Then we went down to the gym where I completed 20 minutes on the elliptical and a 20 minute interval workout on the dreadmill while watching “Hungry Girl” on the cooking channel.

I’m off to paint my nails teal.

So until next time – eat cupcakes, drink rum and have an awesome day!

We All March Together!

This post is respectfully titled after the late, the great, Edith Beale Bouvier. Star of the hit 1975 documentary, Grey Gardens. Which just happens to be my latest obsession. So if you don’t like it – TOO BAD.

Today I ran 3.61 miles. Over the past 6 months, my body has made some exciting new additions to itself that make running 3.61 quite a daunting task. They say that the “body is a temple” and if this is the case mine has a new 3-car garage and a new set of chimney pipes. In case you’re wondering, this means a brand new budonk and let’s just say I’m no longer the active President of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee. This time last year, 3.61 miles would have felt like a warm up run for me but this is no longer the case. This morning, m’legs were screamin, m’arms were sore and m’lungs? H & P ‘in (huffing and puffing).

Back in the good ol days...winna winna

B and I are participating in Bloomsday (a 7.5 mile run in Spokane, WA) on Sunday, May 1. This gives me exactly 20 days to get into “shape” for Bloomsday. Now, I use the term “shape” loosely as I’m not planning on:

  1. Dieting
  2. Pounding a grip of pavement errday
  3. Busting out mountain-climbers in the living room while watching Real Housewives

What I can promise is simply:

This day fourth, I shall make an attempt to runneth atop a flat surface (treadmill or otherwise) at least 5 times per week. If I fail to complete this task, let the constable take me away for I am nothing but a common sausage wallet.

That was my attempt at medieval-talk. But I’m pretty sure constables are just english policemen. Sausage wallet is actually a renaissance term, meaning slut, whore or my favorite – hussy. 

I leave you with this – me crossing the finish line at the Indian Summer 5K in Richland, WA…



Ok now let’s zoom in.

You’re welcome.