Pascale Lemire, the wonder who brought us Dog Shaming, is creating a book and Guy is going to be featured in it!!! OMGZ! I had this darling photo that I sent in to the website 2 or 3 times. I'm not going to lie; I was totally affronted that it wasn't posted. Looks like they were saving it for a more permanent and selective home! I authorized the publication today and cannot wait to purchase said book, carry it everywhere, and make EVERYONE I come into contact with admire Guy's mug. Seriously, I am totally freaking out with happiness up in this piece.
Remember how I started pulling oil with coconut oil in hopes of whitening and strengthening my teeth?
Well, it's not working. At least it's not whitening. I stopped for the last four days, but I think I'm going to start again as I won't know how it has affected my hair, nor the strength of my teeth until I get into my hairdresser and dentist respectively. I'm super bummed about the whole whitening bit. I had high hopes. The only real visible difference I've taken note of so far is that my nails are pretty smooth. My index finger on my right hand got a snag very low in the nail that caused very painful and bloody tearing. It healed a week to a week and a half faster than these tragedies normally do. I suppose I'll start up again tomorrow. I mean, it's not going to kill me, right?
I mentioned before that I love Prana Yoga for massage and that still remains true, but I finally had a MASSAGE! I mean the kind where the masseur (in this case) takes you seriously when you say that EVERYTHING hurts along with areas that are particularly problematic.
Dear Grand America Spa,
My husband treated us to a couple's massage for Valentine's Day:
We love a couple's massage when we can afford to sneak one in. It helps me to have my sweetie in the room so that I don't feel obligated to make conversation with the therapist... seriously, what is wrong with me? (Prana doesn't have a couple's massage room, FYI). There was a spa we were pretty happy with that went out of business. Then we thought we would finally see what all the hype (and expense) was with the Kura Door. Ummmm... I am putting it at the top of my three WORST massages EVER because it was so damn expensive (I remember all three vividly. I hold a serious grudge against a sucky massage). So, yeah, if we're going to fork out the dough, the Grand America is where it's at. Be sure to bring a swimsuit so that you can enjoy the indoor pool and jacuzzi before you hit up the sauna and the steam room.
And then there were these (which I have since given up for Lent among other vices).
Dear Les Madeleines,
Je T'aime (too much for my own good),
The photo above is HALF of what I ordered- after several consecutive days of going in for smaller batches. I LOVE macarons. I also love macaroons, but not nearly, nor so dearly as I love the former. And these are the BEST (that I've found in Utah). So, I gave 6 to my grandmother and saved 18 to last me and my husband a few days. Yeah right. I ate 6 right away. Then I snuck in 3 more. Then I got some bad news and plowed through the remaining 9- I ATE EIGHTEEN MACARONS IN ONE BRIEF SITTING I AM DISGUSTING I CAN'T EVEN USE PUNCTUATION I AM SO KANYE-ED UP ABOUT THIS SCHIZZ!!! I always thought the term sugar high was... well, just a term. I may as well have just bought cocaine and snorted it. My whole body was buzzing. I could not see straight. I could not concentrate. And, to my great dismay, I could not sleep. Thus, I snuck the beautiful, delicious, and deadly macaron into my give-up-for-Lent list. Now, those of you with self-control, rush your little butts to Les Madeleines and TREAT YOSELF!
So, let's (quite belatedly) wrap-up or whatever:
LAST WEEK FOR DINNER:
Monday: We were invited to sup with our friends, Carol and Tom. Carol whipped up some awesome chicken tacos with caramelized onions and chard and all the fixins.
Tuesday: Italian wedding soup... I made this not too long ago and I'm probably making it again this Sunday. It is amazeballs and healthy! I halved the soup, but made all of the meatballs for another meal per usual.
Thursday: Buffalo chicken meatball subs with homemade bleu cheese dressing.
Friday: We ordered nepalese after our massages from Kathmandu... super delicious.
Saturday: Pizza... so, sue me!
Sunday: We had brunch at Pig & a Jelly Jar with our friends, Steve and Amy. I have been meaning to try this place for a while now and it did not disappoint. The chicken and waffles were a yuppie/health conscious version of the OG southern comfort of all comforts. And they were totally awesome. Everything was. Later we headed to my parents' where my mother had prepared what even she thought was a very subpar chicken dish.
Hit up my Pinterest for the soup recipe. And many others. You will thank me.
And I will now thank you, dear reader, for letting me sneak in my wrap-up at the last minute. You are a gem. And a Jem!
If you want to be or whatever. (Show time, Synergy).