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Monday, March 2, 2015

The One-Two Prayer Punch

Peace and grace. At boot camp today, doing sit-ups while holding our 6-pound balls, it came to me. I prayed with each thrust forward of the ball, saying Bless Robin, diown up, Bless Carla, down up, Bless Steven, down up.....all names have been changed here, but you get the idea. It felt empowering to pray proactively while lifting a heavy ball and trying to tighten my abs. One two, please bless Daisy, three four, please bless Judd.... 

Sweet dreams.

1. See above.
2. Important reading.
3. Ate a big red Jonagold apple.
4. Organic carrots, and polenta with Parmigiano Reggiano, a little Meadow Butter, cracked pepper.

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Quik Church

I trust God understands when I arrive very late at noon Mass with Punchy. Sorry to say that today it was 12:32, and Communion was impending. I was embarrassed to be that late, and didn't join the line for bread and wine. [I hope it's not sacrilegious to phrase it that way.]

Sadly, as if I'm not tardy enough on my own, Punchy admits to doing things like not putting her boots on when I ask four times so that we will miss part of Mass.

But even in that short window of time, I communicated with my God. I told Punchy we needed to go in and see God and say some prayers. I told her I hoped he understood and thought he wasn't mad that we were late.

Punchy and I studied the carved wooden statue of Mary holding Baby Jesus in the back of the church.

There's the snake, she whispered, pointing to the coiled serpent under Mary's bare feet.

Yes, I said. That's supposed to be the devil. Good versus bad. Mary wins. She's on top. Good over bad.

Good versus bad, Punchy said.

I considered the candles, flickering--we often light one for family members. Saw the familiar ushers. Listened to the announcements, and the closing hymn.

Short but sweet on the prayer expressway. But one up from parking in front of the Blessed Mother grotto by the playground and saying some Hail Marys in the car.

Good night to you.

  1. Bath.
  2. Please see above.
  3. Sis and Don and Chaiya came over and we took them out to Hat City Kitchen in Orange for birthday brunch for Don and afternoon blues jam. That was fun!
  4. Shoveled some snow. Looked pretty.

Partying with Stylish People

H. and I went to fun Lunar New Year Party hosted by a cool couple. With chopsticks; red lanterns; huge platters of noodles, dumplings and other treats; an impressive carved ice luge with shots of coconut and fig vodkas; fortune cookies; dancing; and friends....we are lucky to have our friends.

1. Support group.
2. Nap.
3. H. and I planning Cape May getaway next weekend! 

Friday, February 27, 2015

Something Borrowed: Superseed Peanut Butter Cups

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I've long had a love affair with Reese's Peanut Butter Cups--though one I try to refrain from pursuing. My friend Irene gave me an eight-pack for my birthday once and I was thrilled! As an adult, I've joked with H. and Figgy that I'd love a RPBC as large as a round tabletop.

So when Figgy came home for a visit the other day, and I was hunting for a vegan treat to make her, I happily landed on this.

Thank you, Cassie Johnston and!! I put my ingredient notes in pink.

The copy I copied here: 
Healthy peanut butter cups? Yup! Not only do they exist, but you can make them at home in about 15 minutes. For the peanut butter filling, I like to mix in a combo of raw superseeds—not only do they up the nutritional profile of these candies by a ton, but they also add a really satisfying crunch!
Servings:12 cups


6 ounces semisweet chocolate, chopped [I use 3 sections of a 9.7 oz. bar Scharffen Berger Semisweet Dark Chocolate]
1 tablespoon coconut oil
1/4 cup peanut butter, natural and unsweetened [Skippy Natural Super Chunk]
1 tablespoon honey [mine is from a jarful made by bees at the Iris Gardens in town]
1 tablespoon chia seeds [didn't use]
1 tablespoon hemp seeds [didn't use]
1 tablespoon flax seeds [I have a box of Carrington Farms Flax Paks of flax seeds; each weighs .4 oz. and I use one packet]
  1. In a microwave-safe bowl, or in the top part of a double boiler over medium heat, place the dark chocolate and coconut oil. 
  2. Heat the mixture in the microwave on high for about a minute, or in the double boiler, until melted and smooth. [Use microwave, just watch carefully so it doesn't burn.]
  3. Pour about 1 teaspoon of the chocolate mixture into each of cup of a 12-cup mini muffin tin. 
  4. Place the tin the freezer to solidify the chocolate, about 3 minutes.
  5. Meanwhile, mix together the peanut butter, honey and seeds in a small bowl.
  6. Remove the tin from the freezer and dollop about 1 teaspoon of the peanut butter mixture on top of the hardened chocolate in each cup, spreading with a spoon to flatten.
  7. Top each cup with the remaining chocolate until the peanut butter is covered.
  8. Return the tin to the freezer until the chocolate is solid, about 10 minutes.
  9. Remove from the tin by placing a knife between the edge of the peanut butter cup and the edge of the tin until the peanut butter cup pops out.
  10. Store in an airtight container in the fridge.
  1. Boot camp in dome.
  2. Hot bath with fizzy ball Figgy and my goddaughter, Florida Orange, gave me for my bday.
  3. Caught up over lunch with my dear friend Pats.
  4. Booked blow-dry for 7:15 tonight. Long overdue! And Montclair Moxie Blow Dry & Beauty Bar, open from 8 a.m. to 10 p.m. today, sells a pack of 5 for $100. Not as good as my beloved Vamp, but I figured I should try to save money.

Thursday, February 26, 2015

Guest Blogger Punchy Writes about a Horse

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Punchy dictated this to me at 5:47 p.m. today:

You know how the horses have been kept in because it's been really cold out?

Before my lesson on Saturday, this huge grayish white horse stood up on its hind legs and made a sound like neighayayayayyayay, like grunting. I was scared. I thought the horse was going crazy.

They said Halt! which means stop in horse language. And the horse stopped.

My teacher, Krista, quickly picked me up and put me in the viewing room. And I was safe. But scared. I was shaking.

The woman who runs the barn said, "Maybe its girth was too tight."

I was okay and then I had my horse lesson. I trotted!

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Easy Come, Easy Go: My Tory Burch-Styled Fitbit

I lost a Tory Burch Fitbit bracelet just like this at a party this month.
For my birthday last year, Sis gave me a Fitbit Flex wireless wristband to track my exercise. The tracker and bracelet were basic black.

Soon enough, the word was out: Tory Burch makes Fitbit Flex printed wristbands! They sold out superfast before Christmas. [I think they were navy, and I think I saw one selling on eBay for nearly $500.] Tory also makes necklaces with pendants you can slip your tracker into, and hinged metal bracelets to hold that sleek black magic.

My very organized Sis paid for a warranty when she bought my Fitbit....anyway, when the little gizmo you put into the USB drive on the computer to sync data stopped working, I took a photo of the receipt Sis gave me with the gift--and emailed it to the rep while on the call--and got a new Fitbit in the mail. No charge.

I figured I wouldn't be so fortunate this time, since that was just November 2014. But the bracelet truly did open and slip off my wrist at the party....was nowhere to be found and I searched high and low, even in the snow mounds outside. 

Delighted to report that Fitbit is sending me a new tracker and bracelet. No charge. [Selling price: About $100.] It won't be the Tory bracelet--that's $38--but I went to the Tory Burch site and ordered a new one, this time in pink.

It feels good when things work out. Especially stylish things.

Good night.

  1. Boot camp in the dome. Hard.
  2. Walked Sug around the block. She pranced happily, sniffing the air. 
  3. Farm sauerkraut at lunch, raw spinach and fresh oranges at supper.
  4. Beauty mask and hot bath! Punch's friend's mom took the girls to gymnastics at 4:45 and out to pizza so I had two hours!!!! Angel in my midst.
  5. Took care of that Fitbit phone call. I like tracking my exercise. It makes me accountable.