College Girl Goes Pro

I was invited to watch the Dallas Cowboys game today in a company suite. I'm not much of a pro football fan...actually, I'm not a fan at all. BUT any live sports event is worth attending. And football in general just makes me happy.

It was my first time in the new stadium. One word to describe it? AWESOME. The suite was very cool with tons of food, drinks, comfy chairs, and a great view. The Jumbotron?? Everything it is cracked up to be AND THEN SOME. That behemoth alone is worth going to a game! It was a gorgeous day and I was in a fabulous mood.

College football is my passion...but this girl couldn't help but root for Da Boys! We lost (again) but what an amazing day!! I may have to tune in and watch those Cowboys next week. :)

I'm home now waiting for the Rangers game to start. GO TEXAS!!


Pictures from the game:

Heading into the stadium...

Very happy camper goofing off in the suite bathroom (fancier than mine at home!)

We got there pretty early and just enjoyed the food and the view...

JUMB-O-TRON, baby!!

Salad, veggies, shrimpies, sushi (and an adorable football-shaped wasabi!)

Beef tenderloin, macaroni and cheese with truffle oil, teriyaki chicken

The Goof, again...after 4 beers. :)

 

Oh, and HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!

Gigi

Pronounced "jee-jee"

Here is an interesting tidbit that even my dear mother most likely does not know about her dearest daughter.

Back in middle school (like, ages ago dude) I had 2 of the bestest friends in the world and we sat together at lunch everyday. Those pretty ladies are still my besties and every time we get together, we laugh just as much as we did back then (except this time there are copious amounts of alcohol involved). We cannot remember how it came to be, but the nickname "Gigi" materialized for me. It seemed hilarious at the time, yet it did not stick. Cut to 20 years later...somehow the name comes up in a Facebook conversation. And this time it sticks.

I think I like it...and I'll take it. Those girls mean everything to me and literally ANY nickname they give me is endearing (be it Pooterhead, Boogernose, or Loser). They love me and would do anything for me. And I don't know what I'd do without them in my life.

Here's to you, Katie and Karen...I luf you!!!

Vincent Remains

He is still the ultimate man in my honest opinion. I've seen all but 2 of his movies (only because they cannot be found on DVD). I haven't mentioned him in awhile on here...but be still my heart he is alive and well. If you can stand to watch Renee Zellweger, her squint, and her lips, the movie The Whole Wide World illustrates a brilliant actor known as Vincent D'Onofrio. Still one of the best movie kiss scenes of all time. Hands down.

Funky Fresh Friday

Thank God this is semi-healthy...give me a bag of tortilla chips and this dip and I'm a goner.

Creamy Mexican Dip
maybe 8 servings...if you don't eat it all yourself

1 c fat-free Greek yogurt
1/2 c salsa (Amy's is THE.BEST.)
1 avocado
2-3 T chopped fresh cilantro
1/4 c chopped red onion
1/2 t cumin
kosher salt to taste

I mixed it all up in my trusty blender until smooth. You could also make it the easy peasy way and use pico de gallo in lieu of salsa, onion, and cilantro.

Birthday Girl

 Happy birthday to me!!!

The last year has brought many changes to my life. I feel like I am right where I need to be.

Something tells me this year is going to be the best one yet...

Cheers!

Like mother, like daughter

I did some baking this afternoon...and obtained this:

 
A lovely monstrosity, this painful arm burn occurred while reaching inside the oven.

This incident is nothing new. For as long as I can remember, Mom has always had some kind of burn, scrape, or cut on her arms and hands. It is not a form of abuse...unless you can charge the oven with assault and battery. For some reason, Mom has always endured such war wounds while working in the kitchen. And now, I, too, have acquired this trait. I don't believe this is a fault, nor do I believe it stems from some kind of laziness or ineptness in the cooking realm. It's just something the Rush Women do. I like to think of them as badges of honor. We work hard in the kitchen...and have the scars to prove it.

Endless Love

Happy anniversary to the people I love most in this world...after 41+ years you still shine with a love that few are ever blessed to find in this world!!

Dad & Mom

Love,
Your Little Girl

Fat Talk Free Week 2010

Check out this website for information on the Fat Talk campaign. Here is the actual pledge:

Today I promise to eliminate Fat Talk from conversations with my friends, my family and myself.

Starting now, I will strive for a healthy ideal, which I know looks different for every woman, and focuses on health, not weight or size.

I will celebrate the things about myself and the women in my life that have nothing to do with how we look.

I decide to end Fat Talk NOW!

The 2008 video had a profound effect on me. I love this movement and the idea behind it. Here is last year's video...

This year, the Tri Delts launched a video contest to get more and more school campuses involved in spreading the word. You go, girls

800

↑ That's how many calories I burned at the gym last night.

Mike the Trainer was sick and we didn't have our scheduled session. So I decided to kick my own ass instead.

45 minutes on the elliptical
5K on the treadmill
core/abs on the mat

It was glorious to know I had a major calorie deficit for the day! Especially since I decided to buy some candy for my desk. AND it's the good stuff!

Guess what? Aforementioned desk is now in my brand spankin' new office! The view makes me very happy indeed.

Happy Humpday! New recipe coming later...

 

The last few weeks in sentences (i.e. to explain the pictures)

I flew to Oklahoma for Grandma's memorial service.

The whole family went out for lunch to celebrate her life.

The Sooners beat the Longhorns in Red Rivalry tradition.

I tried sushi for the first time (and loved it).

I met my cousin Kari and her hubby Rodney for dinner at a yummy Mexican restaurant.

I drank too many margaritas.

We ended the night at a pub where I proceeded to drink too many beers.

Other than making myself a homemade "hangover" pizza, I stayed on the couch the next day.

My mom sent me an adorable picture of her baby, Buddy Buddington.

I tried some nifty new recipes.

The End.

The last few weeks in pictures (i.e. a "wordless" post)