Tagged: Bob

I use tags as easy search functionality more so than as categorical labels. Below, you will see an archive all posts that mention or refer to Bob, but some posts may not center on that topic.


Quitting Smoking is IMPOSSIBLE!

It’s time for an update on my progress towards my goal of quitting smoking:  

I’m failing hardcore.

As of two days ago, it has been officially a month since my original quit date, and I’m almost right back to where I started. Considering the stress of my job and my predilection for bouts of depression, it’s no wonder that quitting smoking is hard, but after a day like I’ve had today, it’s not just hard, it feels downright impossible.

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Gonna call it a night soon… @ 11:33 pm

Although Bob is currently occupied with Fallout 3 in the living room, he expressed interest in snuggles and watching Chuck, so I think I’m gonna call it a night soon. Just a couple of more things I wanted to do first…


Quitters Always Prosper

I’m somewhat ashamed to admit that I’ve been smoking cowboy killers since I was seventeen years old.  By “cowboy killers” I mean Marlboro 100’s, of course — as I write this post, I’m smoking one now.  I say “somewhat ashamed” because I can’t really say that I regret being a smoker for ten years.  However, as the title of this post implies, I don’t plan on being a smoker forever.  In fact, I’m quitting on March 11th.

Now, if you consulted a calendar and realized that March 11th falls on a Tuesday, you might be wondering why I would choose this particular date to quit.  You might also be surprised that I ever began smoking in the first place if you knew that I was very close to my grandfather who died of lung cancer exactly seven days before my tenth birthday in November of 1995.

Papa and Ashley Jo, 1988.

Papa and Ashley Jo, 1988

Papa — that’s what I called him — was born on March 11th, 1934, and had he lived, he would be turning eighty this year.  It just feels right to finally quit on his birthday.  If he is somewhere out there watching over me, I feel like it’s the best birthday present I could give him, because I know he wouldn’t want me to be risking my health with every cigarette I light up.  I certainly know that he wouldn’t want me to die from the same disease that he died from.

I have tried — in vain — to quit smoking before.  This time around I plan to use the nicotine patch, because that has been the most successful strategy in the past.  (I also got my doctor’s approval to quit using this method.)  If you want to quit smoking too, I would advise you to check out some of these free online resources, brought to us for free by the CDC (Center for Disease Control), and find the right strategy for you.

On a personal note, I would like to thank the people in my life who have been nagging me for a long time now to take the plunge.  Especially you, Kayla — and of course, Bob.  Thank you for caring so much.  I’m sorry it’s taken me this long to start taking better care of myself.

To remind me of my impending deadline, I’ve added a nifty countdown clock to my blog.  I’m also premiering a new Spotlight Tag, named Quitters Always Prosper, which will chronicle not only my journey to quitting smoking, but quitting all the things that are bad for me.

Even Prouder to Be Texan

I’ll be honest, I’m not exactly the most politically involved person.  Mostly, I’m of the mind that my political and philosophical views are mine, and I don’t need to put them on other people — especially if those other people don’t have an open mind, and only want to listen for the sake of argument.  But there is one subject that really matters to me, and that’s marriage equality.  (My opinion in a nutshell:  Marriage is a commitment to another person with whom you want to build your life, and its a legally binding contract that offers very real security to you and your significant other.  It shouldn’t matter what gender you or your significant other is.)

So last night, just as I was getting off work (having spent the whole day not paying attention to Facebook or news feeds of any kind), when Bob said, “Did you hear the big news about Texas today?”  I honestly had no idea what he was referred to, but my response was, “Unless Texas has embraced marriage equality, I’m not sure if I would call it big news, but go ahead and tell me.”

Bob just stared at me for a minute.

Can you guess what the big news actually was?


That’s right.  My fair Lone Star State is well on it’s way to marriage equality.  And I’m now that much prouder to be a Texan than I was yesterday.

For more information check this out.

Supernatural & Pizza @ 9:57 pm

Although its arguably uneventful for a Friday night, I’m about to slice up the DiGiorno cheesy-stuffed-crust and snuggle up with Bob on the sofa for an evening of pizza and Supernatural.  We’re about halfway through season 2.  (It’s his first time watching the series; my third or fourth.)

Cheesesteak Wellington

Every Friday, while I’m sleeping in like a lazy ass, Bob gets up at around nine or ten to start the laundry.  It’s become his ritual to catch up on all of his Gordon Ramsey cooking shows via Hulu while I’m still passed out and he’s being all sexy and productive with his weekend.  So, I usually wake up to the sound of Hell’s Kitchen, MasterChef, and most recently, MasterChef: Junior.

So, anyhow, the point is that sometimes I end up watching parts of the show, and twice now I’ve seen Beef Wellington as one of the more complicated challenges for contestants of these reality shows.  Honestly, a few of the ingredients turn me off, like the foie gras pâté, Duxelles (fancy mushroom paste), and mustard coating.  I’m not saying it isn’t fine cuisine, but I have a really simple pallet when it comes to food.  Despite knowing that I probably wouldn’t personally enjoy Gordon Ramsey’s signature dish, I was struck with inspiration to try my own, simpler (and cheaper) version of the overall concept:

Beef Wellington is essentially a pan-seared filet smothered in a fancy marinade, wrapped in a crepe, coated with another layer of fancy stuff, and wrapped in a layer of puff pastry.  When it comes out of the oven, it looks like a loaf of yummy bread — which is what makes me want to try it.  So, I thought of how I might make it without all the fancy ingredients by substituting them for cheaper stuff that I actually like.

Imagine this: Pan-seared sirloin steak, (I like it medium rare, personally).  Now, after I get it cooked to almost medium rare, I’m gonna take it off the skillet and cut it up into circular-ish pieces about 2-3 inches across.  I’ll douse it in my usual steak marinade, and let those soak in a bowl while I prepare the next phase.

The next phase would be taking either canned flaky-layer biscuits or canned flaky croissants and making a tortilla-like crepe out of the stuff that comes out of the can.  Coat each side with melted butter.  On one side, I’ll coat it with shredded mozzarella cheese.  Then, on each little tortilla-crepe thing, I’ll put one of the pieces of the sirloin and wrap it up.  I’ll stick each one inside the cups of a muffin pan, and pop it in the oven until all of them are golden brown and to die for.

Doesn’t that sound yummy?

Well, we’re going to find out tomorrow night.  Bob and I got the appropriate ingredients tonight at the grocery store.

Update:  It was a big hit with Bob, although I did underestimate how much the steak would continue to cook once it went into the oven.  I kicked myself for that, and the fact that I neglected to take pictures to post here, but whatever. I certainly made too many; our usual sized sirloin made eight individual Wellingtons that were ridiculously filling eating only one.  Bob was eating leftovers for lunch all of last week.  (He said his co-workers asked him where he bought it, which made me feel kind of awesome.)

Getting Healthy

So, it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything.  I’ve been busy making a lot of changes in my lifestyle in the interest of becoming a happier, healthier Jo.  I’ve been to the doctor to address some lady-related issues, and I’ve gone to the dentist three times (in as many weeks) to finally deal with my teeth.  I also went to the optometrist to get my prescription updated and fixed, and because my awesome job allows me to afford it, I got two new pairs of glasses.  (Pictured below are my favorite pair of the two.)

[image] Jo's New Facebook Profile Picture:  The Hipster Glasses

I call these “the hipster glasses.”  They’re my favorite, but they make me feel like a hipster.

In addition to seeing a lot of doctors for my physical health, I have also started a hand-written diary (which is part of the reason I’ve been so blog-absent lately), and begun the second draft of my first novel.  I plan to participate (probably informally) in this years NaNoWriMo with Bob by finally writing The Pillow Game (more on that later), and put my epic masterpiece on the back burner for now.

I’ve been in a downer mood for the last couple of months, but I hope that I’m finally coming out of that.  On the upside?  I’ve got a lot of new things in my life I want to blog about.  On the downside?  I’m not sure how much time I’ll have to blog about them…

Kicking Butt and Making Plans

August has been a blessing and a curse, but I’m proud of myself for making it through despite the negative aspects hanging over me like a shroud. I keep reminding myself that, all things considered, my life is pretty awesome right now.

My trainer at work posted this during class, and it made me smile hardcore.

My trainer at work posted this during class, and it made me smile hardcore.

Ultimately, I’m feeling pretty good about my life right now, despite stress and a few bumps that would normally send me into a raging depression.  For the first time in my adult life, I find myself making plans and actually having the means to follow through with them, and that’s always exciting.  Part of that has to do with me kicking butt at my new job and getting some amazing opportunities early on for future career success.  I’ve got a doctor’s appointment to address some of my concerns with my health and I’ve got awesome things planned creatively to make me feel like me again.

Look out September!

Trouble Sleeping

I’m tired, but I can’t sleep. So, I find myself blogging from my iPad while sitting on my bed with Bob softly snoring as he lay next to me. I hate it when I’m in this state. It happens every so often, but I don’t really know what to do about it.

I suppose I should be grateful to my WordPress app, because it gives me an alternative to watching K-Dramas. Those are a really bad way to try lulling myself to sleep because I get so absorbed in the story line, waiting desperately to see what is going to happen next… and waiting some more because the story is so drawn out. I think that’s what I like about them so much, honestly. They go into painstaking detail with the development of the story, in ways most novels and movies can’t, and the way most American TV shows won’t.

So, why can’t I sleep?

Because I can’t shut off my brain.

I’m thinking about what I made for dinner tonight and ideas it gave me for in the future.

I’m thinking about our plans this weekend. Bob is going to take me to see The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones tomorrow night. (Assuming I don’t want to go to bed early after this sleepless night.)

I need to find a doctor and make an appointment. That’s been on my mind a lot lately.

Ideas for The Pillow Game. Feeling guilty for neglecting so many of my creative projects…

And I’m thinking of Dusty and Xander. How I’ll never hug them again. They are both ashes now.

We still need to unpack the boxes that are piled up in our closets. It’s driving me nuts that I still don’t know where everything is in my own home.

I’m worried about my mom. She’s under a lot of stress right now for several different reasons.

And I’m thinking about the depression that never seems to fully go away no matter how happy my life is. It bothers me that it follows me everywhere. I might need more than one kind of doctor…