I read an article that says we should eat these five superfoods every day:
- Dark leafy greens
With that in mind, I made an awesome “salad.”
- 4 ounces avocado
- 5 ounce pouch of salmon
- 1 Tbsp slivered almonds
- 10 grape tomatoes, sliced
- Red onion, small piece, chopped
- Spinach, chard, baby kale mix, chopped
- 1 tsp lemon juice
- 1 tsp Mrs. Dash Tomato, Basil, Garlic seasoning
- Sea salt, dash
- Black pepper, dash
Just mix it all up together and enjoy. The entire salad is 10 Weight Watchers points.
I’ve had a health issue this week that has taken me to the ER twice, an urgent care once, and now to a new primary care physician. Although the issue is concerning – yet very treatable, my fear is making it much worse. I have fear comparable to a bear chasing me. The doctor put me on Zoloft and Klonopin, but they aren’t really helping much. The Xanax in the ER helped.
I lack faith. That’s my problem. I don’t know that God is with me. I question and obsess over everything. I don’t know how to get faith.
I want to begin this post by saying I got this photo and recipe from a blog called South Your Mouth, so if you click on the photo above it will take you to the recipe on that site.
These are the best baked beans I’ve ever had in my life. I’ve made them about a dozen times, and I’m making them again to take to a Thanksgiving dinner with my ex-husband’s family.
I’ve had some pretty bad seasonal allergies for the past three weeks that have derailed me. I’ve fallen off my Weight Watchers plan. I do intend to get back up quickly. Part of it is stress-related. I have a lot of open projects at work, several of them new. Also, I’m in a challenging research class and have to write eight papers in eight weeks, in addition to all the reading and research. It’s also our big holiday performance season with Sweet Adelines, and I have a lot of new music to learn. Stress derails me every time – even if some of it is fun stress.
So, I hope you enjoy the baked beans as much as I have.
My daughter cooks the best Thanksgiving turkey ever. She rubs the inside and outside with olive oil. Then, she covers the entire turkey with a whole bottle of McCormick Montreal Chicken seasoning. Finally, she stuffs it with oranges cut into quarters. She follows the cooking directions on the package for temperature and time. It doesn’t even need basting. It’s the juiciest, yummiest turkey you’ll ever eat.
I’ve always thought you could project manage anything. We project managers can organize, establish completion dates, timelines, milestones, and lots of documentation. This week, my boss assigned me the project of PM’ing a person.
The person was notified as well that she’s being PM’d. It’s off to a bit of a rocky start. I initially thought she lacked time management skills, but the fact is she’s doing other things besides work. She volunteers at a number of places during work hours.
My boss has already failed with this person, so she was hoping I could do something. I had a discovery meeting with the lady, and we established completion dates for her work. She balked, but I insisted so she finally agreed. All was good until I started entering the completion dates into our project tracking system. Then, she insisted that these were only anticipated completion dates and I might confuse someone. I told her that no one would be confused. My instructions are to ride her until the work is done.
So, this is a bit interesting. Part of me feels a little sorry for this lady, but the other part of me knows she’s drawing a paycheck and producing no work for it. She’s a professional employee with an advanced degree, so this is a bit surprising to me. I do think she’s being disrespectful by taking money from a wonderful company and producing no work. She’s being disrespectful by giving her boss late work – or none at all. She’s being disrespectful by being uncooperative to me and not giving the project owners what they’ve asked for. I have a problem with people who disrespect others.
My boss thinks I’m Ms. Organization. When I joined the company six months ago, the department was in a bit of disarray. A number of projects were chaotic and out of control. I developed new processes and got everything organized. Now she thinks I can organize anything. If she only knew I can’t clean a house. Seriously. It’s like there’s a gene that tells people how to clean, and I didn’t get that gene. What makes it worse is that when I do clean something it’s only a short time before it’s dirty again. Cleaning is a full-time job. If you clean full-time then how are you going to make money to feed yourself? Ah well…thank goodness a little dirt doesn’t bother me.
I’ve now had a full weak of cheating on my diet after six weeks of not cheating even once. My weight has not increased, but it hasn’t decreased either. I guess it’s good news that I’m not gaining weight at this point. I’m a stress eater, and this week has been stressful. I guess if I’d exercise at all that would be helpful.
I’m thinking about making a cool plan for Thanksgiving. I’ve found that being a project manager helps me to plan any kind of project. I’m starting to get into the spirit of Thanksgiving. My kiddos pitch in and help with the cooking. Each year, my daughter cooks the turkey and makes homemade bread. My son makes cheesy potatoes. I cook green beans with bacon, baked beans with bacon (see the theme here), and dessert.
I’m taking a research class and have to write a paper each week. Last week’s paper took me about 15 hours to finish. I should be used to this by now. I’m ready for this doctoral degree to be finished. I’ve been in school for so very long.
My ex-husband came over this morning. He and I have a friendly relationship, even though we have been divorced 15 years. He told me he received a phone call from a woman this week who asked him if he could be her father. Apparently, her DNA does not match the man’s that she thought was her father. For my ex-husband to be her father, he would have been involved in a relationship with an older, married woman while he was a minor. Her husband at the time can be a very scary man.
My ex said he is not the young woman’s father, yet he told her he is willing to take a DNA test. I’m not sure if that’s just for her, or if he’s keeping a secret. She is obviously Hispanic, and both of her parents are Caucasian. My ex is Hispanic.
I admire this woman’s bravery. It must be very difficult for her to pursue this. I hope she finds what she’s looking for. If my ex is her father, I hope he will be nice to her. I’m sure he will because her family and our family grew up together and have always been close friends. She lives in another state, and my ex is dying, so I hope they get it figured out quickly…and the man she thought was her father doesn’t hurt anyone.