Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Working Mom Blues, Chanting Charts and Power Cookies
A single red rose sits in a cloudy glass vase on my desk as I wade through assorted papers. The papers know my name and they keep chanting it repeatedly in belligerent attempts for me to attend to them. "No!" I tell them. I must blog to keep my sanity. I smell the delicate rose, who is the only friendly object among all the hostile natives. I am aware that they are conspiring against her, but I promise her immunity if she will just live through my shift. The papers, well, sometimes you gotta rough em' up a bit to keep em' in line. Quite possibly a mile of cardiac rhythm strips look like a snake coiled up in the strike position. They seem to be the most threatening of the bunch. I threaten to spill my coffee on them. They hiss menacingly and hold their stance.
As you may gather, my paperwork is at a hostile stand off with me at this time. I am holding my own, but only because I have the perimeter of the desk secured. My only back up is the rose, who I might add, quite frankly doesn't have the ba... um fortitude to back me up. She does smell good though, and I suppose she is keeping my spirits up some.
Today is kind of day 11 of my sugar fast. I did take the weekend off for my Woohoo Chick Extravaganza. Mist shared a fun "Power Protein Cookie" Recipe with me, which I have modified. It is keeping up my strength along with some strong coffee as I continue my paperwork standoff. Here's the modified recipe :
Hope For The Best (Modified Mist's) Power Protein Cookies
1 cup natural unsweetened peanut butter
1 cup almond butter
1/4 tsp salt
1 cup granola (home made is best!)
1/2 cup raw honey
1/2 cup raisins
1 dump flax
1 dump cracked wheat
whatever else you want (knock yourself out)!
mix together and form into balls. Wrap in plastic wrap and press into flat cookie like structures. Refrigerate. A great, fast "to go" snack whether you are hiking up and down mountains all day (or in hand to hand combat with cardiac rhythm strips).
Speaking of hiking up mountains, these photos are from my boys hunting trip the other day. My son, "Art Dog" is standing in a fresh place elk have bedded down in, hence the grin. Despite their many close calls, in the end, the elk eluded them.