Last weekend I went for Thai food with an old friend whom I hadn’t seen in ten years. We sat in the quiet restaurant for about two hours, laughing and reminiscing about all of the stupid things we did together when we were younger. At some point we must have gotten a little, um… loud, as the waitress seemed to keep her distance and the other tables cleared out pretty soon after we arrived. Haha! Just like old times…
I’ve never been a follower of any particular religion. I was baptized as a baby, but that’s as far as I got. With that said, Easter has never been much of a big deal for me.
Sure, when I was a wee lil’ whippersnapper, I took much delight in hunting for my basket full of pastel-wrapped goodies & rainbow-colored jelly beans… What kid didn’t? But once I learned that the whole “Easter bunny” thing was a big sham, the holiday just kind of lost its appeal. It went downhill even more once I hit my teenage years & went vegetarian. Easter ham? No thanks!
It wasn’t until two years ago, in 2010, that Easter once again meant something to me. But it had nothing to do with God, or the Easter bunny… or ham.
Today I am 16 weeks pregnant. My babies are the size of avocados!
Now, being a vegan, you’d think I’d be a big avocado fan… Natural, healthy, plant-based “good” fat – a perfect vegan staple, right? Right? Um… Okay, confession time:
I, Wendy Rose, long-time vegan & even longer-time vegetarian, have never tasted an avocado. Ever.
There. I said it. I have no excuses… no legit reasons for my avocado ignorance. Sure, I’ve had opportunities to try it. Whenever I go to Moe’s, they ask me if I’d like guacamole on my burrito. Each time I respond with a polite, but firm, “No thank you”.
I honestly don’t know what my fear is. The color? Texture? Some creepy, repressed avocado-related memory from childhood? (The only thing I can recall about avocados from my childhood is the fact that “Alf” had an avocado tree in his yard… Unless I’m making that up… Anyone wanna Google that for me?)
I think it’s time to give Mr. Avocado a chance… What harm can really be done?
In order to change my anti-avocado ways, I have added “Try an avocado” to my list of “101 Things in 1001 Days” goal list. So, along with “Get my photo taken with Santa” and “Be called ‘mommy'”, I WILL try a goddamned avocado!*
*Would a tiny dollop of guacamole count? – I’m scared!
Ever since I made the switch from vegetarian to vegan, I’ve come to embrace the yummy-ness that is ethnic food. At the top of my list would be Thai (tofu curry! veggie tempura!) and Middle Eastern (FALAFEL!). Sadly, my husband doesn’t quite accept the notion that non-American cuisine is anything but, well, weird. He’s definitely the ever-cliched “meat & potatoes” type of guy. I’ve tried to sway him in the other direction, and he has made some progress in the time that we’ve been together (he actually enjoys seitan wings now!), but he’s still a work in progress.
With warmer weather comes less clothing. Less clothing results in more bared skin. And for me, bared skin means the urge to cover it up… with colorful tattoos.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve always been super pale. I mean PALE. Ghost-like. I’d like to blame it on my Welsh heritage, but really, I’m just not a big fan of the sun. I can’t remember a time when I’ve actually had an actual tan. It’s either brutal, lobster-like sunburns, or nothing. Thanks, sun. [read more…]
I’m absolutely loving the fact that I can wear dresses sans cardigans & tights… BUT… I truly hope this isn’t a sign of things to come for the summer. My lil’ rosebuds are due September 11th (yeah, I know…) and I am most definitely NOT looking forward to being the size of a beluga whale in 90-degree weather. No sir. And humidity… Don’t even get me started on humidity… Arrrghhhh!
But I digress…
I always feel guilty (foolish?) for staying indoors on days like these. I should be out taking in the sunshine, strolling through a park, hugging on some trees. Instead, I sleep super late, clean up the house, and veg on the sofa. Sad. But really, who wants to go out alone? Not this girl.
So today’s feeble attempt at enjoying the weather was to go sit on the porch in my bare feet, cold glass of water by my side, and blog away. I got as far as the front door, felt the heat pouring in through the glass, and said “eff that noise”. Yeah, I’m a wuss.
Now here i sit, on my comfy couch, watching Maury prove that Jordan is NOT THE BABY’S FATHER! (I know, I use my time very wisely!) But as everyone keeps reminding me, I need to cherish lazy days like this. Come the end of summer, they will be few and far between. (So fear not, Judge Judy, I’m not leaving you yet…)