Tuesday, October 21, 2014

A Better Way!

Do you ever feel like you're on the cusp of something?  You can feel it in your belly. That little tickle you get.  That shiver of excitement.  You can't quite put your finger on it but you think about it ALL the time.  You know, deep down, there is success to be had and you just KNOW there has to be a better way than the daily monotony of waking up at 5 am, getting your little ones off to school with as much chaos that can be created by 2 young girls in an hour's time and racing off to your full time job without breakfast just to run the rat race for a minimum salary that barely covers rent and food on the table....forget any bills or *gasp* anything "extra".  

Oh My.  What I wouldn't do for a pedicure.  Maybe get my hair done at an actual salon. To be able to buy a new bra so that the one I've worn every day for 10 months can finally be put to rest.  *RIP pretty black bra.  You have served me well.*   Or how about just a pair of jeans for my daughter who is growing so fast I can't freaking keep up.

There just HAS to be a better way.  Right?  RIGHT??? 


As most of you know I am a complete and utter internet junky.  I want to be on it all day every day.  I love the plethora of information on virtually ANY subject you want to learn about.  I love the Google.  I love Pinterest and Facebook.  I’m on every social network website there is – I'm pretty sure I still have a MySpace account open somewhere.  Stop making that face.  I can see the judgement in your eyes.  

For the longest time I felt I was on the verge of being able to make a living on the internet.  Everyone’s doing it.  Why not me?  There has got to be room for me.  I’m not greedy.  All I want is enough to supplement my 9-5 job.  An extra couple hundred dollars a month would be unbelievable. 

On one of the days I was supposed to be working, and in fact, trying to avoid it by surfing the net (shhhhh!)  I happened upon a work at home website who “reviewed and recommended” the WealthyAffiliate website.  Pretty much everything I found online seemed “too good to be true” when it comes to getting rich off the internet.  There are lots and lots of scams out there.  I’m sure you knew that already.  They make pretty promises of wealth so, with sparkly money signs in your eyes; you hand over your $49.95 (or MORE!) because you NEED to make MORE money.  

Then your “miracle” comes in your inbox.  You can’t wait to learn the SECRET to all of that online success!  This is it!  This is your way out of the poor house!!!  You can work from home in your pajamas just like you have always envisioned! You will finally be RICH!  You open that email up with such gusto and enthusiasm and BAM ---it’s nothing but a little 10 page e-book telling you crap you already knew everything about.  Heart sinks.  Brain gets mad.  And you feel like a schmuck falling for it.  Again. 

Well that ends here.

Right from the start I was impressed with the WealthyAffiliate.  The community within this website is awesomesauce!  No lie.  Everyone welcomes you, even the owners of this website, and they really WANT to help you.  Actual people.  Wanting to help you.  WANTING TO HELP YOU.  Did you hear me?  WANTING to help YOU.  That needed to be repeated because, well because, it’s pretty rare these days isn't it?

The Wealthy Affiliate really has the knowledge if you want to learn.  It has so many awesome, easy to read and to follow lessons and amazing training resources on how to successfully run an online business.  They will even help you start your own website if you don't have one already!  Wanna know what the best part is?  It’s FREE people.  You can take advantage of their knowledge for FREE.  Of course, they have to make money too, don’t they?  They do offer a premium membership.  They promise to bump you up the ladder of happiness with even MORE knowledge if you subscribe…but honestly if you can’t afford it you don’t HAVE to.  Not yet anyway.  When you’re ready to though, I highly recommend doing so.  I truly believe it’s WORTH their asking price.  You will make that money back in no time. Remember, though, sometimes you do have to take a risk in order to be a bit more profitable.  

Bottom line here.  If you are looking for a legitimate means of making money online, and you have an idea for a business, an online store or a blog that you are trying to monetize, I’m telling you it is definitely worth taking some time out of your day to sign up with them.  It’s risk free.  Honest.  And I can assure you, you will be just as impressed as I was. 

Now if you'll excuse me I have me some learnin to do!

Friday, September 26, 2014

What Do You Think People?

Think it's time I dust this bad boy off and start writing again?  

I think so.  

I have had a LOT happen in the last couple of years.  Perhaps it's time to share.  Plus I'm kind of jonesing for new recipes to try out and play with.  

So stay tuned folks.  It's time I make my come-back!

Monday, February 20, 2012

Plain and Simple

Immature curse words ahead.

My husband and I have been fighting these last couple of days. He'd kill me if he found out I told you.  I guess he wants everyone to think we're perfect.  Aren't we?  So...this is between you and me.  M'kay?  Pinky swear?

The fight started over something that was so stupid and ridiculous.  Then it grew into something bigger.  Way bigger than what it actually was.  You know...the "you hurt my feelings" - "no you hurt MY feelings" crap. Silly, mundane, stupid stuff when you look at the big picture. We don't fight often, but when we do, it's usually a doozy. That's what happens when you put a Latino and an Irish/English/Italian Red head together.  What?  I DO TOO have natural red hair...er...I mean highlights.   

I'm not proud of how I talk to him and I'm pretty sure that after all is said and done, he isn't proud of how he speaks to me during these times either. What can make matters worse now, is that our girls are usually within ear shot. I don't want my girls to grow up saying the things that come out of my mouth, yet I can't seem to stop myself when my feelings are hurt, or I feel as if I was wrongfully treated. I want my girls to stand up for themselves, but I pray they do it more intelligently and with less curse words than I do. I hope they are more mature in their arguments. Refrain from the F word. Don't call each other names. Don't stomp your foot like a two year old. Don't walk away from an argument when things need to be said. Now that I have children, I do try so hard not to do the same immature and irrational things I used to....but still...crap runs out of my mouth before I have a chance to think about it. And when I finally do, it's too late.

Fuck me. There goes that Mother of the Year award again.

I'm kind of getting off point here. My original intent for this post is to really state the obvious. 

Life is just too short. 

 Why fill it with hurtful words and regretful arguments? Fighting between spouses is said to be healthy for the relationship. Is it? Is it REALLY?? I love my husband with all of my heart and soul. He truly is my very best friend in this world. Yet, we can say such hurtful and malicious things to each other. How is that healthy? What if the last words I said to him were "fuck you" before leaving the house? What if, after I left the house, I was in a horrible car accident and God Forbid didn't make it out alive? Those words would hang over his head for the REST OF HIS LIFE. Would I care? Nope. I'm dead. But the thought of him having to replay those disrespectful and downright mean words over and over and over in his head for the rest of HIS life makes me cry. Why can't I think of this BEFORE I say these things?

I read blogs...lots of blogs.  One of the blogs I follow religiously is In Jennie's Kitchen. It was (and still is) a food blog. A damn good food blog. She's a great writer and her recipes rock. One day, her husband died. Very suddenly. Leaving her with two small daughters. And, as you can imagine, her life was ripped apart. Her eloquence, her raw words, are absolutely heart wrenching and captivating. I don't know this woman. I will never ever meet her. But I feel as if I have taken this journey with her. Her words help me understand better, my own friend's feelings who lost her husband a little less than a year ago. Not all grieving paths are the same, but her words  certainly puts things into perspective. It helps me realize that, although we can be angry at the loves in our lives, we have to stop and take a moment to think about the big picture. Is being angry over a form that wasn't filled out, REALLY worth a screaming match? Were the hurtful things that came out of my mouth really necessary? Was the look on my daughter's face as my husband and I retaliate really what I want to be imbedded in my memory for the rest of my life.... or his...or worse...theirs? Everyone has a right to be angry or have a bad day. But everyone has a choice on how they handle those angry moments and bad days. We all have to stop what we're doing and look at the big picture. Not so easy in the heat of the moment....I know.....but "we" HAVE to. As people. As humans. We ALL have to.

Because when all is said and done....when the dust has settled...those words, those actions, cannot be taken back. 

 Life is too damn short people. 

 Plain and simple. 

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Hot Fudge Sundae vs. Baby Carrots

I want...no...no....I NEED...a big hot fudge sundae with coffee ice cream. 


HOT HOT fudge...none of that cold hot fudge crap.  You know what I'm talking about.  So hot the ice cream gets all melty and deliciously soupy.  Just the way the Z-man hates it.  Quite honestly, I don't really care if he hates it.  More for me.  It'll keep his grubby paws off of my Hot Hot Fudge Sundae. 

Instead of a Hot Hot Fudge Sundae though, I'm sitting here eating baby carrots with Light Ranch Dip.  


So not what I'm craving.  So not a messy, scrumptious Sundae.  So not even CLOSE to a messy, scrumptious Sundae.

Queue sad face.  

It's day 10 for me on Weight Watchers.  I weighed in on Monday (day 7) and I'm down 5 lbs.  Yay me!  Not bad considering we went home to Rhode Island this past weekend and engaged in two days of pure Rhode Island foody bliss.  Foods that I grew up with and love and dream about and miss.  

Coffee Cabinets, Fish and Chips, my Mom's French Toast, my Aunt's chicken wings and her Champagne Punch, REAL pizza....GOOD pizza....the drippy greasy cheesy pepperoni kind you can ONLY get in Rhode Island....wieners and clam-cakes....the list goes on and on. 


Pure, unadulterated, R.I. foody bliss. 

Even with all of that happy food in my reach, I still managed to keep the overeating, overindulging, to a reasonable amount and didn't gorge myself *too* much.  Oh, I wanted to.  Oh.My.God, how I wanted to.  I love to eat.  (Doesn't everyone?  If not, then they are big fat liars or they have something seriously wrong with them and they need to seek help immediately.)  I REALLY love to eat Rhode Island foods.  But.....I love to be skinny more.  Or at least skinnyish.  I'll never be my 120 lb 20 something self again....but I WILL fit into size 10 jeans someday!  Why are you laughing?   I will.  I swear it. 

Of course, while I'm sitting here dreaming of soupy ice cream, and my size 10 jeans,  I'm also thinking about what I'll be making for the big game that's coming up.  You know the one.  The game that involves men running around a big field  wearing really tight tight pants and doing these funny little dances when they spike a brown ball at the end of said big field.  The game that I only watch because my husband makes me, er...I mean because.... I want to see the commercials and the half time show.  (Madonna this year?  REALLY? That's just WRONG)  Of course, I'll be making all the delectable fattening foods that REALLY makes this game worth watching....like Chicken Wings and Chili and Jalapeno Dip and Nachos and Pigs and a Blanket and the various chips and desserts and alcoholic beverages.  Along with those heavenly bits and bites, I will be attempting to make things a bit lighter (so I can eat more) and a bit more healthy (because...well....just because).  I recently came across this fun little recipe and I think it looks pretty doable...and I think they might even be...um...GOOD.  I think that even the Men folk might try them. 

Buffalo Wing Turkey Lettuce Wraps. 

Come on. You know they sound kinda good. 



You don't think so?

What's throwing you off? The Turkey part or the lettuce part? Both kinda scare me too. But they look really good and they might just take the place of that deep fried buffalo wing craving. 

Aww, who the hell am I kidding. That's never going to happen....but...we're still going to give it a whirl. 

I got this recipe off this website the I recently found (and cannot wait to read more of).  

I will be adapting this recipe to my own special needs on Game Day.  When I do, I will post my adaption and hopefully a photo or two, and a review of how it turned out.  Keep your toes crossed that everyone will like them!

Here's the recipe in it's original form:

Buffalo Wing Turkey Lettuce Wraps

1 lb lean ground turkey
1/2 cup onion, chopped
3/4 cup carrot shavings 
1 cup celery, chopped
1 head iceberg lettuce, leaves removed to form cups
salt and pepper 

1/2 cup Frank's Red Hot (or your choice of Wing Sauce--use more if you like it saucier)

Bleu cheese crumbles or bleu cheese dressing to drizzle over the top
  Recommended:  Litehouse Bleu Cheese Vinaigrette   You only need a tiny drizzle.

1.  In a large skillet, saute the onions over medium heat until golden (3-4 minutes).   Add ground turkey, season with a dash of salt and pepper, brown meat and cook until cooked through.  Drain any grease if necessary.

2.  Return to pan and stir in Frank's Red Hot or other Wing Sauce.  Reduce heat to low.

3.  Prepare lettuce cups.  Place spoonful of meat into lettuce cup, top with a few carrot shavings and chopped celery.  Drizzle with Litehouse Bleu Cheese Vinaigrette. Wrap and enjoy! 

Here's the picture of these little baby buffalo lettucy wraps that kinda made me think they might be good:

I know...it looks pretty yummy right?  I pinky swear I will let you know how they turn out!

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Here We Go Again....

Ooops, I did it again.  

I'm channeling my inner Brittany here...

But there's a reason for that.  

I want her body.  I REALLY want her body.

No...you dirty people.  Not like THAT.  Shame on you for thinking that (especially YOU Z-Man!)

I mean, I wish my curves were like hers.  A small little waist like hers.  Nice perky boobs like hers.  Thighs like hers.  I know I'll never be like her...although my singing IS pretty good despite what my family and friends think....but to be something close like that would make me happy.   

So I did it again.  The same thing I did last January.  I joined Weight Watchers.  And this time I'm serious. 

Stop laughing.  I mean it this time.  

 I'm challenging myself to complete a week without failing.  Then, if I meet THAT challenge, I will challenge myself to complete two weeks.  And then three weeks and on and on.  Baby steps people.  Baby steps.  

I like food.  Obviously.  I'm not telling you something you didn't already know.  Here's my problem.  I like food with actual taste.  Food that smells good.  Food that looks good.  Those so called healthy foods don't do a damn thing for me.  Nothing.  Zip.  Nada.  And I have to force myself to eat them.  Which then becomes a chore.  I hate chores.  Ask my Mom.  So I have to learn how to cook food that is "healthy" and low in fat/calories/carbs/taste so that I can learn how to eat them, and maybe even *gasp* like them.

I went to the market yesterday and I got myself cottage cheese and Egg Beaters® , turkey sausage and  LEAN CUISINE®   meals for lunches, even though I normally wouldn't purchase these tasteless items any other time.  First, I must say...when you doctor up the cottage cheese with some chives, salt and pepper...it's pretty damn tasty.  And the  LEAN CUISINE® meals?  They've come a long way baby.  Some are still nasty lacking in flavor and texture but I will say the two out of the five I bought, so far, were pretty tasty.  More on that to come.  But my all time favorite surprise???  I whipped this little baby up for my breakfast today.  Easy.  Really Easy.  Almost too easy.  But it didn't taste like nasty 'ole' healthy crap.  It tasted like the fatty. luscious, tasty, divine food that I prefer to eat.  

Here it is.  Are you ready??  


Drum roll please.....

Yep.  It's exactly what it looks like.  Well, if you think it looks like Cheesy Scrambled Eggs, that is.  I know.  Simple.  But oh so very yummylicious.  Seriously.  It was like a little breakfast party in my mouth.  And the BEST part???  It was ONLY 4 points! 4 POINTS for breakfast?  What?  Holy Macaroni!  And it tasted good.  I mean really really GOOD.  All from these 3 simple ingredients:

 Just measure out your serving size (1/4 cup of Southwestern style Egg Beaters® , 2/3 cup of turkey sausage crumbles and 1 slice of cheese) and throw them in a pan.  2 minutes later....oila!  A hearty and good portioned breakfast!!  

I'm psyched!  Healthy breakfasts are hard for me.  

I could so have this every single morning and be perfectly content!!  

Who knew?

Maybe this weight loss stuff will work after all.  

Got a favorite low fat meal you want to share here?  I'll be happy to post it if you have one!!

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Another Stinkin New Year's Resolutions Blog Post

New Years.  Again.


Must mean it's time for "Resolutions".  Every single article, news piece, magazine and blog I've read lately has done nothing but mention these hellacious formal expressions of intent.  I swear every single year, on December 31st, I feel refreshed, renewed, reinvented and most of all, hopeful....and I go crazy with making resolutions for my self.  Which is pretty damn silly if you think about it.  I don't finish what I start. Ever.  Ask the Z-Man.  

Go ahead.  I'll wait.

See?  I can hear him now.  I bet he told you these exact things:  "She never ever finishes a project."  "She has 12 projects started. 0 Finished"  "She's the sexiest most amazing wife but can't finish a project to save her life."  

He DID say I was sexy and amazing.  Right?


Anyway, the point is, as I've often said....I don't finish many things that I start.  I'm surprised my kids all came out in one piece for Gawd's sake.   I think we've all seen examples of this just reading my blog.  I've promised weight loss.  I've promised recipes.  I've promised laughter.  I promised to bring you the "latest deals and steals".  Sure I've given you some of these things...but not consistently.  Hell, I barely post to this blog anymore.  See?  There I go again....not finishing what I've started.  

So after all is said and done, it's a New Year and I still feel obligated to make some resolutions. To pledge my commitment to you and put them to paper so I have something to refer to and you can all hold me accountable (uh, yeah....we've all seen how well that works, refer to my "Commitment" Post from January 2nd, 2011).  

This year, imma gonna (yes, you crazy literary, grammar loving people....I wrote "imma gonna" - because I CAN)  make me some lazy mom resolutions!  Resolutions even a commitment phobe, non project finisher mom like myself can keep!


*Tap *Tap *Tap.

Is this thing on?

Good.  Here goes nothin!

I, Misha Z, resolve to:

~ do less laundry ( I can do this one easy....the Z-Man is my Laundry superhero...leaping over tall piles of laundry in a single bound)
~ cook less and eat out more ( I figure, if I cook less, I'll eat less, 'cause I can't really afford to eat out more - which might just help me lose that weight I resolved to at the start of last year.  Right?)
~ drink more caffeine and more wine (I can soooooo accomplish this one)
~ not get stressed out about things.  like living paycheck to paycheck.  

~ not yell at my children as much.  (this one might be tough)
~ kiss said children MORE.  (this one is easy peasy lemon squeezy)
~ listen to my husband often.  (there ya go Z-Man - it's in WRITING-but ONLY because you called me sexy and amazing) .
~ make lemonade (add vodka) and enjoy the lemons life throws at me.

and last but not least:

~ blog more.  seriously.  I will.  maybe.  probably.  ok, fine.  Sometimes. 

So.  What have you resolved?  Got some good ones?  I would really like to hear them.  Here.  Not on my Facebook.  Not on my Twitter.  HERE.  On this blog.  Fess up people.  'Cause at the end of the year, we're going to see how many of us held ourselves accountable to our stupid ass resolutions.  

Oh...and just one more thing.  I want to wish every one of my family, friends and readers this wish:

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

2012 - Gotta Get My Poop In A Group

As I ponder the upcoming new year, I think about all that I am blessed with.  A beautiful, healthy family, a fabulous, sexy, husband, amazing friends,  a roof over our heads, food on the table and jobs that help us with all of that.

But I have a deep dark confession to make.

Although we might appear to be living comfortably, we struggle.  Every single week we struggle.  We struggle enough that I lie awake many nights, with a sinking feeling in my belly, thinking about how we're going to make ends meet.  I seriously can't do this anymore.  Sleep is very important to me.  Almost more important as my children.  And that sinking feeling?  I hate it.

We make a pretty decent amount of money on a regular basis - thank the higher power you happen to believe in for that.  Sure, I could make more, but I happen to love my job.  It's super easy, convenient and occasionally very entertaining.  My husband rocks a pretty good income too.  It could definitely be better.  I truly believe he doesn't get paid for what he's actually worth....but...he does get paid pretty well and I'm not really complaining about that.  We have a very nice home, albeit it needs repairs and upgrading...but it's big, it's beautiful and it's mine.  We rarely go without.  My children have every stinking toy imaginable.  We have iPhones, and nice TV's, computers, etc.

And yet, we struggle.

I know, I know.


It's all in the priorities.

I understand that it's pretty much my fault.  I want the nicer things in life.  I grew up with a parent that was ALWAYS laid off.  My Mom did everything to make ends meet, and although my parents might have gone without, they made sure I didn't.

Well, there was that one year I was going to absolutely DIE if I didn't get a pair of Nikes.

I didn't get them.

I also didn't die.

I really hate when my Mother is right.

But I only have one life to live, and I really don't want to go without.  See?  My fault.  I justify spending money I don't have and I can't stop.  

So, with all of this said....I am tired of robbing Peter to pay Paul.  WHAT AM I GOING TO DO ABOUT IT????  And for the love of God, Who IS Peter and Paul? 

I'm on a mission to stop living Paycheck to Paycheck in the year 2012.

Are you living paycheck to paycheck?  A lot of us are.  See? 

So come on.  Confess.

Did you before and now you're not?  I've been checking out all kinds of websites, and looking for an actual person to sit down and go over my budget and bills with me, but to no avail.  Has anyone used BalanceFinancial.com?  Or how about PNC Virtual Wallet?  A personal bookkeeper?  A financial consultant?

What do you use?   Tell me.  I need help.  I need ideas.  I need inspiration.  I need encouragement.  I need to get my poop in a group. 

Most of all, I really, really need to hit the lottery.