Peas and Thank You

It Takes TWO

Now that I’m all caught up on blogs and have left enough cracker jack comments to get the sarcastic and droll parts of my brain warmed up, I feel ready to forge ahead with this post without pulling anything.

I was all prepared to give you a “today I woke up, I ate breakfast, I worked out, I ate lunch, etc. etc. etc.” post instead of trying to fit every salad, “stink eye picture” of Lulu, “tutu picture” of Gigi and tired old joke into a theme, but I can’t help it.  This one wrote itself.

I had to be on the other side of town by 8:15 this morning, and I was willing to take one for the team and sacrifice a workout, sit-down breakfast and shower with water AND soap so that Gigi’s hair would not look like it did the last time I let someone without fine-tuned out-of-control hair styling skills do it.

Oh honey.  It’s as if the poor girl knew how bad her hair was too and was trying to strangle herself to make it all go away.

So Gigi’s hair was flawless, Lulu was pigtailed and I got these TWO gems for breakfast:

My camera ate my breakfast picture of Kashi Go Lean and coffee, and I just spent forty minutes trying to find a similar picture on my Flickr account.  I feel like I’ve relived the last 8 months of my life, including cursing the TWO months I went without coffee, and totally regretting this:

The word from the good doctor is that I should go through Round TWO of facet joint injections and if that doesn’t provide lasting satisfaction, then I will have some nerves burned by inserting a car cigarette lighter into my back.  Not exactly, but that’s what I’m imagining. If I have to get the procedure, my back may appear to have a slight sunburn for several months.  That should go nicely with my discectomy scar.  I think a nice tattoo may be in order.

Perfect.

After getting the girls, we came home for some lunch.  The squirrely little midgets couldn’t wait for their smoothies, so they requested and proceeded to finish off TWO jars of pickles.

In the girls’ defense, there were only TWO tiny pickles left in the Costco jar.  I found the TJ’s jar in the back and Lulu said, “Phew, that was a close one!”  Yes, Lulu is TWO.

My lunch featured TWO of my favorite lunch foods: soup and salad.

This was my first time trying this variety of Pacific Foods soup, and I liked it a lot.  It had a baby kick, like a Verne Troyer karate display, but not so much fire that I had to wipe my drippy nose all over my sleeve.

• spinach
• cabbage
• carrots
• broccoli
• hummus
• almonds
• last of the Mohicans pickles

This afternoon, the girls and I undertook TWO projects.

The first was trying our hand at Averie’s Raw Vegan Peanut Butter Cups.

O. M. Gaga.  Insanely delicious.  I never in a million years thought I would like nutritional yeast, much less be making candy out of it.

Gigi scarfed hers faster than I could take a picture.

She then stalked Lulu like that creepy guy in college that slept in my hallway.

Note Gigi’s hand.  “You gonna eat that?!  Can I have some?!  You gonna eat that?!  Huh?!  Huh?!  Huh?!”

Sweet Lulu made me regret turning her face into a picture of the devil by trying to break off a little piece for Geeg.

It was a tiny, Tom Cruise-sized bite that you’d have needed my glasses to see, but she tried to share.  Size doesn’t matter.

Project Number TWO was a Flower of Thankfulness.

We made ten petals that we glued to a paper plate.  On each petal, we wrote something that each member of the family is thankful for, and we will pull a petal off each day until Thanksgiving.  Gigi actually came up with petals for each of us.

For Lulu:

For Daddy:

There is nothing better than a nice frosty mug of “root beard.”

For me:

True, but she’s a little presumptious, don’t you think?

And for Gigi, herself:

She has a LOT of important things to be thankful for and couldn’t really narrow it down.

Good work, Sister.

Dinner was not much work, but featured TWO delicious dishes.

Spaghetti squash with organic marinara and a Tofurky Italian sausage.

Kale massaged with tahini dressing and topped with chopped almonds and apples.

I also came to the realization this evening that I AGAIN have pink eye.  With the amount of bodily fluids I touch each day, only to place those hands in my eyes for multiple makeup applications, it’s a miracle I have the gift of sight at all.  Sweet Daddy went and got me drops, which are starting to help.  Until then, I’ll be rocking the Velma look.

As a sign of thanks and an apology for the coke bottle eyewear, I made Daddy batch number TWO of Raw Vegan Peanut Butter Cups.  He easily polished off the first batch within five minutes of arriving home, with a little help from stalker Gigi.

I also had a little help with the nutritional yeast, peanut butter and chocolate coated spoons.

And my favorite picture of the day:

Oh, the symbolism.  The chocolate pencil mustache makes such a statement of defiance in sharp contrast to the no nonsense black tutu and the restrictive dancer’s bun wrapped with a measuring tape bow.

It bears repeating:

Nice work, Sister, nice work.