Tag Archives: Fitness

Beignets Are Funnel Cakes in Disguise

I went to New Orleans for the beads food.

Initially, I was worried. My picky and sensitive palate might not be able to handle all that Cajunness. I mean, I only recently worked my way up to the Medium salsa.

What if everything was too spicy? What if I had to resort to eating only desserts the entire trip? That would be awful! Waaaaaait…who am I kidding? That would be awesome!

Blarney and I walked to the nearest Sucré in the Garden District.

Confetti "Crack" Cupcake and Coconut "Crack" Chocolate Gelato

It’s not a coincidence that these flavors begin with “C” like “crack.”

Don't be fooled. Green slime on key lime pie is delicious.

Next up…Cafe Du Monde‘s beignets.

Blarney and I were disappointed. They were tasty, but we learned something very important. Just because something is called a doughnut doesn’t mean jelly or custard or something equally tasty is in the middle.

 Beignets = Funnel Cake

I also ate Pralines, Chocolate-Covered Marshmallow Sticks, Baked Alaska, and Triple Chocolate Cake. I’m sorry I don’t have photographic proof, but here’s why:

Thoughtsy: I’ll take one Baked Alaska. Extra chocolate sauce, please.

Guy: Here you go, Baby Doll. (Yes, they actually called me that. And I liked it.)

Thoughtsy: (::taking a bite::) Mmmmmm…. Oh. I should take a picture. (::shrugs and continues eating::) 


Rollin’, Rollin’, Rollin’ on a Roller Skate

We plan to make roller derby the most exciting thing to hit Charm City since the crab cake….

You know how much I love crab cakes. With a line like that on their website, how could I not go to the  roller derby?

Saturday Misty and I went to Baltimore…for our third date Charm City Roller Girls!

It was awe-some. Here are some reasons I’m thinking of joining a roller derby team:

  • Night Terrors? Speed Regime? Junkyard Dolls? Mobtown Mods? Awesome team names.
  • The announcer wears heels and a gold-sequin jacket. And his name is Dirty Marty.
  • The player names are flippin’ fantastic: I.M. Pain, Nuckin’ Futz, and Collene Scopy.
  • You block and hit people with your hips and booty. Which gives me a reason to add on some Pop-Tart pounds.

A few reasons stopping me from joining are…

  • The stretcher the medics bring on at the beginning of the bout is scary.
  • My butt and thighs are too big to wear spandex.
  • If I’m skating, I can’t eat Misty’s cupcakes. (Real cupcakes. That’s not a euphemism.)

For your viewing pleasure, here’s one of my pics:

Amazing, huh? Felt like you were actually there, right?

Go to Misty’s blog to see better pics.

Don’t expect Whip It. Do expect unicorns, cupcakes, falling, and fun.

What should my Roller Derby name be?


Does This Look Infected to You?

Dear Esme the Cat,

W. T. F.  How many times do I have to tell you? No playing with Mommy while she is in downward dog position.

Does this look infected?

Mommy needs that 25 minutes of yoga/pilates in the morning to…

  • Wake up.
  • Stretch.
  • Not feel guilty about that Pop-Tart she’s about to eat for breakfast.

The appearance of the yoga mat and TV Bob Harper does not mean it’s time to…

  • Swat at Mommy’s toes.
  • Use Mommy’s legs as a scratching or stretching post.
  • Wrap your paws around Mommy’s arms.
  • Dig your claws into any exposed skin.

I feed you. I give you a roof over your head. I scratch behind your ears. What did I do to deserve those scratches? (Not counting the other day when I accidently shut your tail in the sliding door.)

What were you thinking? Obviously, you weren’t thinking.

Enjoy your claws for the next 8 hours. Once I get home, someone is getting a pedicure. Respect my authoritay!

Love,

Thoughtsy aka Mommy aka The Person Who Controls the Catnip and the Can Opener


My Cat Loves Cake More Than Me

That title is a lie. Nobody loves cake more than me. Nobody.

You know what cake makes me think of? TV.

I know that doesn’t make sense right now, but just go with it. Trust me.

I like to have the TV on while…

  • I’m folding laundry.
  • I’m practicing my pushups or doing the 100 work-out.
  • I should be practicing my sign language.
  • I’m baking.
  • I’m trying to fall asleep….

I like background noise sometimes. The keyword there is background. I’m a pretty quiet person, and sometimes people who talk a lot annoy me.

Anyways…currently, I’m watching Cake Boss on Netflix. (Now you see the cake TV connection, don’t you?) My reasons for liking this show should be obvious, but in case you’re new here: I have a dessert addiction. (There. I admitted it. Step 1 complete!)

And now…Esme has a dessert addiction. Or she really likes Buddy the Baker.

Excuse me, sir. May I please have some cake?

Must have cake....

No claws on the screen, Esme.


Dear Santa, It’s Me, Thoughtsy.

Dear Santa,

I know we haven’t spoken in awhile. You’re probably thinking, She doesn’t call; she doesn’t write; she doesn’t friend request me on Facebook. Put her on the naughty list.

But better late than never, Santa. With just a few days left before Christmas, I’m sending you my Christmas list.

1. German Chocolate Cake or Red Velvet Cake Pop-Tarts

Ever since Kellogg’s came out with the Pumpkin Pie Pop-Tart, I’ve lost faith in the company.

But I’m sure Mrs. Claus or some elves could try to make one of those flavors. I’m not even asking for both flavors. Just one. Surprise me.

2. A Magic Weight Loss Pill

I know this exists. And I know you have it. No one can eat as many cookies as you do in one night and not weigh a ton.

I know your reindeer have super flying powers, but they can’t have flying powers and super strength. That’s just not how super powers work.

So stop hoarding the magic weight loss pills and slip a few my way. I’m not asking for an infinite supply. Just a few so I don’t have to choose between the chocolate chip cookies and fudge when the dessert tray is passed around.

Last but not least…

3.  Keep everyone I know safe and happy.

I guess I can forego the Pop-Tarts and weight loss pills if you can manage this one.

Except my granny panties neighbor. I’ll trade her happiness for one weight loss pill. Deal?

Sincerely,

Thoughtsy