2 Little Rosebuds

Avocado confessions.

March 27, 2012 by Wendy Rose — 4 Comments

Today I am 16 weeks pregnant. My babies are the size of avocados!

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!

Behold, the beauty of bean curd!

March 25, 2012 by Wendy Rose — 2 Comments

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.

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I crave pain, colorful tattooed pain

March 23, 2012 by Wendy Rose — 9 Comments

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…]

Hello, summer! Er, spring.

March 21, 2012 by Wendy Rose — Leave a Comment

It’s March 21st and the temperature here in my little suburb of Buffalo, NY is… 81 degrees!!! (Sup, global warming?)

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…)

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