<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043</id><updated>2011-11-17T07:00:35.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>iamKT</title><subtitle type='html'>Enjoy the mindless banter of fluttering thoughts that pop in and out of my head.  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But, not tonight:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-8503003906434744255?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=8503003906434744255' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/8503003906434744255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/8503003906434744255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2010/05/wow-this-blog-is-neglected.html' title='Wow this blog is neglected!'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-1175039468192353802</id><published>2008-07-21T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:23:13.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Experiment in Pita</title><content type='html'>There was a time when I was deathly afraid of baking bread...anything bread related scared the hell out of me.  I was so unsure of the process and what the effect my willy-nilly, little-bit-of-this- little-bit-of-that, devil-may-care cooking philosophy would have on the baking world.  What happens if I murder the yeast in scalding hot water?  Why is the line so fine between done and burnt?  Why is there so much waiting!  Just rise already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not anymore!  Les and I attended a bread baking class at Draeger's Market in San Mateo and we were champions and got through the yeast adventure unscathed.  Ever since we took the class, I no longer fear bread.  Every time we see a sandwich, we say "we can totally make that bread".  We are bread heroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing the latest Fine Cooking magazine last week and came across their Fresh Pita recipe.  While reading it, I knew this was an experiment we could handle.  Les and I tag-teamed this recipe.  I made the dough and watched it through its first rise, Les rolled and shaped them, and we both baked and quality taste-tested them:)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/SIVpj9kbByI/AAAAAAAAAGE/2zBk4Cy7YTI/s1600-h/pita1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:left;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/SIVpj9kbByI/AAAAAAAAAGE/2zBk4Cy7YTI/s320/pita1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225699009176995618" /&gt;Ready to Rise&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/SIVt7a1uo7I/AAAAAAAAAG0/9GYjgBPxUd0/s1600-h/pita2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/SIVt7a1uo7I/AAAAAAAAAG0/9GYjgBPxUd0/s320/pita2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225703810217714610" /&gt;Rolled Out and Ready to Bake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/SIVpkvAMn0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/t5uwIdOdPVU/s1600-h/pita3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:left;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/SIVpkvAMn0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/t5uwIdOdPVU/s320/pita3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225699022446829378" /&gt;Puffed Up Deliciousness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/SIVplJQpkNI/AAAAAAAAAGc/BUTkrmt0mPY/s1600-h/pita4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:left;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/SIVplJQpkNI/AAAAAAAAAGc/BUTkrmt0mPY/s320/pita4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225699029495156946" /&gt;Stuffed with Chicken, Onions, and Feta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/SIVplXnvq2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/8tosRquoOIM/s1600-h/pita5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:left;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/SIVplXnvq2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/8tosRquoOIM/s320/pita5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225699033350122338" /&gt;Breakfast Pita Stuffed with Egg, Rice, and Cheese&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-1175039468192353802?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=1175039468192353802' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/1175039468192353802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/1175039468192353802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2008/07/experiment-in-pita.html' title='An Experiment in Pita'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/SIVpj9kbByI/AAAAAAAAAGE/2zBk4Cy7YTI/s72-c/pita1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-2301676103104093239</id><published>2007-12-02T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T23:18:10.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I stole this fabulous quote from Amy</title><content type='html'>Theodore Roosevelt, 1910&lt;br /&gt;"It is not the critic who counts, nor the man who points how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly...who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause; who, at best, knows the triumph of high achievement; and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it too precious not to pass on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-2301676103104093239?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=2301676103104093239' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/2301676103104093239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/2301676103104093239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-stole-this-fabulous-quote-from-amy.html' title='I stole this fabulous quote from Amy'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-5620836630071437748</id><published>2007-12-02T23:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T23:06:34.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know where your food comes from?</title><content type='html'>Do you know where your food comes from?&lt;br /&gt;If not, you should. There are major corporations encouraging inhumane conditions for the animals you eat, introduction of synthetic hormones into these animals you eat, widespread use of pesticides and chemicals that affect the nutritional value and composition of the food you eat, and an overall attack on free speech in product advertising which affects EVERY SINGLE ONE OF US. Because of it, one day, you might just find your choices being taken away from you to decide what food you buy at the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing a lot of reading about this tonight and think you should get educated, too. Start here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chewswise.com"&gt;Chews Wise&lt;/a&gt; and follow the links in the articles. Join the revolution and get smarter about the things you put in your body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want to do the research, here are some tips:&lt;br /&gt;**Buy organic - who cares if it costs more - we're talking about your health here!&lt;br /&gt;**Buy from local farmers - support your local farmer and your local community&lt;br /&gt;**Don't be lazy - stop eating fast food and make real food for yourself and your family&lt;br /&gt;**Read product labels and buy food that you can eat the way nature intended it to be&lt;br /&gt;**DEMAND accountability from our politicians to ensure our safety with legislation they pass for healthy food and let them know you are a smart American that supports sustainable agriculture&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-5620836630071437748?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=5620836630071437748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/5620836630071437748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/5620836630071437748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2007/12/do-you-know-where-your-food-comes-from.html' title='Do you know where your food comes from?'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-7271993226210992876</id><published>2007-08-19T13:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T13:15:33.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this time of year</title><content type='html'>I love when Autumn is right around the corner.  The change from hot and lazy Summer to the crisp  and cool Fall makes me go all tingly inside and gets me really excited for snow adventures in a few months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also the time of year when I do my purging.  Not the gross kind, people, but the good kind.  It's when I go through every single closet and drawer and clean out the things that I haven't touched in a year and give it to charity or send to recycle.  Doing this makes the house seem less full and new in a way.  I'm a big fan of simplicity and this is one way to accomplish that goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we all have too much stuff for the sake of having stuff.  If you haven't done this in a while - or ever - you should all give it a try.  Reduce, reuse, and recycle.  When you get down to basics and resist being a slave to consumerism., a completely liberating feeling takes over and it's wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxoo&lt;br /&gt;KT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-7271993226210992876?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=7271993226210992876' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/7271993226210992876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/7271993226210992876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-love-this-time-of-year.html' title='I love this time of year'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-4477144782543850488</id><published>2007-07-22T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T10:53:31.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Roast - featuring Nigella Lawson's recipes</title><content type='html'>Since I've stopped training for triathlon, there's a void in the routine-craving side of my brain.  I've decided to fill that void with something food related and yummy rather than more exercise...because I already get quite enough of that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting this week, I will do a Sunday Dinner featuring a renowned chef's menu.  Since I was nursing a hangover this morning and flipped the t.v. back and forth between Food Network and TLC for approximately four hours, I decided to do &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/food/show_nl/episode/0,3100,FOOD_27597_46294,00.html"&gt;Nigella Lawson's Weekend Wonders&lt;/a&gt; menu.  I'me not normally a fan of Nigella, and I'm not sure why.  There's just something about her that puts me off.  But, this particular episode caught my attention because it was such a simple thing to put together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Whole Foods.  I forgot how expensive things are there.  I am a Trader Joe's shopper and will continue to be after today's grocery bill exceeded $100 to feed five people.  I've never spent that much on &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cooking &lt;/span&gt;one night's dinner at Trader Joe's. TJ, I'll never stray again, I promise.  Yes, I am a tightwad with money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I learned for each course:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/RquBBnbfJNI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ApdOsKfa0g8/s1600-h/chixsaug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/RquBBnbfJNI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ApdOsKfa0g8/s320/chixsaug.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092305668436600018" /&gt;Onion and Sage Chicken and Sausage Roast&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marinade this for at least two hours and pour all of marinade into roasting pan&lt;br /&gt;Thighs and drumsticks tasted better than the breasts&lt;br /&gt;Leave skin on chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/RquBZ3bfJOI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Uqn5OBszk1Y/s1600-h/peas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/RquBZ3bfJOI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Uqn5OBszk1Y/s320/peas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092306085048427746" /&gt;Petite Peas &lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Don't walk away from this while the stock is reducing!  Find busy work by the stove, because it happens quickly and will burn.  Then, like me, you'll have to start over;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/RquBnHbfJPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/QfoiH7XW-0A/s1600-h/salad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/RquBnHbfJPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/QfoiH7XW-0A/s320/salad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092306312681694450" /&gt;Heirloom Tomato and Cucumber Salad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longer this marinates, the better.  It was great the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/RquBxHbfJQI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ZWW7Ib81Zyw/s1600-h/honeycake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/RquBxHbfJQI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ZWW7Ib81Zyw/s320/honeycake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092306484480386306" /&gt;Honey Bee Cake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may not look perfect, but it's soooooooooooo delicious!  &lt;br /&gt;If you can't find yellow marzipan, yellow food die works fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-4477144782543850488?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=4477144782543850488' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/4477144782543850488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/4477144782543850488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2007/07/sunday-roast-featuring-nigella-lawsons.html' title='Sunday Roast - featuring Nigella Lawson&apos;s recipes'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/RquBBnbfJNI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ApdOsKfa0g8/s72-c/chixsaug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-4948613653301408739</id><published>2007-07-21T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T19:38:29.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fennel and Heirloom Tomato Salad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/RqLCwXbfJMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/OemEQr57lJ0/s1600-h/img_1988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/RqLCwXbfJMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/OemEQr57lJ0/s320/img_1988.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089844665060893890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I introduced fennel into the house last summer and Les hated it.  I tried to sneak it in again, by mixing into a salad, but he didn't fall for it.  He picked out all the fennel, but ate everything else.  This salad is coated with my standby red wine vinaigrette.  I rather enjoyed it but know a third try with the hubby isn't going to happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-4948613653301408739?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=4948613653301408739' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/4948613653301408739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/4948613653301408739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2007/07/fennel-and-heirloom-tomato-salad.html' title='Fennel and Heirloom Tomato Salad'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/RqLCwXbfJMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/OemEQr57lJ0/s72-c/img_1988.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-3829192752760773964</id><published>2007-07-21T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T19:32:41.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mendocino Flower Seeds All Grown Up:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/RqLBuXbfJLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/dxiUz89-MFk/s1600-h/img_1992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/RqLBuXbfJLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/dxiUz89-MFk/s320/img_1992.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089843531189527730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les and I went camping on the Mendocino Coast last November.  While we were there, we went to the Mendocino Botanical Gardens.  It was a beautiful experience and I bought some seeds to plant at home.  This is the outcome of some of the Nasturium seeds I planted.  She's gorgeous!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-3829192752760773964?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=3829192752760773964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/3829192752760773964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/3829192752760773964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2007/07/mendocino-flower-seeds-all-grown-up.html' title='Mendocino Flower Seeds All Grown Up:)'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/RqLBuXbfJLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/dxiUz89-MFk/s72-c/img_1992.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-4458909600461597697</id><published>2007-07-21T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T19:22:11.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roast Lamb and Vegetables</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/RqK_QHbfJJI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Ovi0HJWmg8c/s1600-h/img_1986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/RqK_QHbfJJI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Ovi0HJWmg8c/s320/img_1986.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089840812475229330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les, my English hubby, has a special place in his heart for a proper roast dinner.  I'm not 100% in love with lamb because it makes me think about a cute, fluffy baby animal...not dinner.  But alas, he likes it, so I make it every once in a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-4458909600461597697?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=4458909600461597697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/4458909600461597697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/4458909600461597697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2007/07/roast-lamb-and-vegetables.html' title='Roast Lamb and Vegetables'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/RqK_QHbfJJI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Ovi0HJWmg8c/s72-c/img_1986.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-2010791391255567235</id><published>2007-07-21T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T17:02:09.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homemade Pizza is the Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/RqKeKnbfJII/AAAAAAAAAEk/QxzvpvRcI1o/s1600-h/img_1995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/RqKeKnbfJII/AAAAAAAAAEk/QxzvpvRcI1o/s320/img_1995.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089804434102232194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just can't get better than homemade.  Food that is made by hand is full of love and shows the people eating it that you cared enough to spend time making something that would make them happy.  I found a recipe for pizza dough in &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/No-Need-Knead-Handmade-Italian/dp/0786864273"&gt;No Need to Knead by Suzanne Dunaway&lt;/a&gt;, the book that &lt;a href="http://www.porkcracklins.net"&gt;Sheri&lt;/a&gt; gave me last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This recipe is very simple and you can't screw it up.  Les has always enjoyed my homemade pizza, but that was when I used Boboli pizza crust.  Now that I know how to make my own, he loves it even more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-2010791391255567235?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=2010791391255567235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/2010791391255567235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/2010791391255567235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2007/07/homemade-pizza-is-best.html' title='Homemade Pizza is the Best'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/RqKeKnbfJII/AAAAAAAAAEk/QxzvpvRcI1o/s72-c/img_1995.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-608622510769447515</id><published>2007-07-21T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:54:44.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart buckwheat pancakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/RqKcZnbfJHI/AAAAAAAAAEc/03q_6eFLPtU/s1600-h/img_2039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/RqKcZnbfJHI/AAAAAAAAAEc/03q_6eFLPtU/s320/img_2039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089802492777014386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning always means breakfast in bed.  For the past two weekends, I've made buckwheat pancakes with blueberries.  Love them!  Enough said:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-608622510769447515?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=608622510769447515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/608622510769447515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/608622510769447515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-heart-buckwheat-pancakes.html' title='I heart buckwheat pancakes'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/RqKcZnbfJHI/AAAAAAAAAEc/03q_6eFLPtU/s72-c/img_2039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-4214404250714644366</id><published>2007-07-04T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T11:02:48.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fourth of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/RovgDXjy9UI/AAAAAAAAAEU/BGeJobfgLQk/s1600-h/eagle+eye+american+flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/RovgDXjy9UI/AAAAAAAAAEU/BGeJobfgLQk/s320/eagle+eye+american+flag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083402952886121794" /&gt;Photo Courtesy of &lt;a href="http://del.icio.us/joncates/img"&gt;Jon Cates&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is about patriotism and remembering how we separated from the stoggy and unkind British Monarchy and forged our own culture and identity as Americans.  We are a group of hard-working, industrious, generous, and proud people.  Of course, we have our share of lazy do-nothings, as well, but we don't want to concentrate on that!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's unfortunate that the American Indians had to endure much hardship at that time of our history, but it was bound to happen.  We can't honestly think that this country, with all of it's resources and opportunities would not have been exploited and left untouched at some point.  That is just not realistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Fourth of July everybody.  Relax, enjoy life, drink a beer, have some cake, and don't forget to show your country you appreciate her beyond bounds.  Americans enjoy freedoms that most of the world only dreams about.  Don't ever take these stars and stripes for granted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-4214404250714644366?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=4214404250714644366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/4214404250714644366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/4214404250714644366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-fourth-of-july.html' title='Happy Fourth of July'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/RovgDXjy9UI/AAAAAAAAAEU/BGeJobfgLQk/s72-c/eagle+eye+american+flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-7242332902240256964</id><published>2007-05-27T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T10:02:55.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carter's Eats</title><content type='html'>The past two months, for the most part, I've stayed in compliance with the South Beach diet recommendations.  As I've mentioned before, the plan is easy and makes mealtime much less stressful because it's all mapped out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some days when I must have something naughty...like a real pizza or some cereal.  I've fallen off the wagon a little bit lately because my school, work, and training schedule didn't allow me to do much shopping or planning with my food.  I eat on the go and whenever I have time.  That usually means something hand-held and quick - tasty morsels wrapped in bread.  The almighty sandwich is what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some food that we've been consuming over the past several weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/Rlm2h59bwaI/AAAAAAAAADs/xwfRWHIT010/s1600-h/img_1626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/Rlm2h59bwaI/AAAAAAAAADs/xwfRWHIT010/s200/img_1626.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069283549192634786" /&gt;Breakfast in Bed - egg whites with cheese, turkey bacon, and "white" wheat English muffin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/Rlm3Cp9bwbI/AAAAAAAAAD0/oTnPdLEj9QY/s1600-h/img_1629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/Rlm3Cp9bwbI/AAAAAAAAAD0/oTnPdLEj9QY/s200/img_1629.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069284111833350578" /&gt;Spinach and ricotta stuffed salmon, mashed cauliflower, and salad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/Rlm4D59bwcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/__ScxLci1bw/s1600-h/img_1630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/Rlm4D59bwcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/__ScxLci1bw/s200/img_1630.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069285232819814850" /&gt;Sirloin steak with peppers and onions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/Rlm4-J9bwdI/AAAAAAAAAEE/6eJqU1izJck/s1600-h/img_1713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/Rlm4-J9bwdI/AAAAAAAAAEE/6eJqU1izJck/s200/img_1713.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069286233547194834" /&gt;Sour cream waffles - not SB approved!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-7242332902240256964?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=7242332902240256964' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/7242332902240256964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/7242332902240256964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2007/05/carters-eats.html' title='Carter&apos;s Eats'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/Rlm2h59bwaI/AAAAAAAAADs/xwfRWHIT010/s72-c/img_1626.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-490587361110785843</id><published>2007-05-17T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T18:43:17.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Semester, please end already!</title><content type='html'>Work, school, and training have kept me so f-ing busy these past two months that I have no life.  I don't like not having a life.  I like being able to slack-off a little bit and just live.  I like to drink a beer without feeling it's damaging effects on my motivation.  I like staying up late and not worrying about being up at stupid o'clock to make it to school on time.  I am so ready for this semester to be over.  I have one more final and one last presentation to make for my research report in the other class.  THEN I will have a life.  Until then, my fellow bloggers, I will continue to be MIA.  I know, one day, I will be able to read your blogs and chuckle at your clever remarks.  Not yet...not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXOO&lt;br /&gt;KT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-490587361110785843?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=490587361110785843' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/490587361110785843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/490587361110785843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2007/05/semester-please-end-already.html' title='Semester, please end already!'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-6746927972743310603</id><published>2007-04-29T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T21:10:07.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Highway 9, Saratoga, CA - I OWN you!</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah baby.  I had a two-hour ride scheduled tonight and was wondering if I should do my normal route through Los Gatos or if I should be brave and climb.  Of course, I chose to climb.  We all know I love it climb...perhaps not while it's happening, but I do absolutely adore the exhilaration of an extremely satisfying downhill.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to ride straight down Saratoga Ave, from my house and rode into Saratoga.  I decided to get onto Highway 9 - &lt;a href="http://www.actc.org/billygoats/bgoats.htm"&gt;a billy goat climb&lt;/a&gt; - and it took just over an hour to climb all the way to the top where it ends at Skyline Blvd.  2135 feet of climbing for 7.3 miles.  Oh what an amazing feat that was.  On the way up, I realized something...and this is going to be quite profound, so pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing difficult roads takes three things to accomplish: two legs and two hearts.  Two strong legs to turn the pedals over, one heart - the primed cardiovascular machine that pumps fresh oxygen and blood into those legs that are pushing and pulling your ass up the hill, and the other heart.  The one that makes you dig deep and removes all thoughts of quitting out of your brain.  This is the heart that gets you up the hill, if you don't have heart, how do you get up that hill?  You don't, you quit and go back down from whence you came.  And that's no good.  That does not feel good at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highway 9, I really do own you today.  My hearts and legs totally took advantage of you and we won.  Thank you for the 42 mph max speed going downhill, too.  You have replaced Bernal Road as the MOST satisfying downhill in the South Bay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-6746927972743310603?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=6746927972743310603' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/6746927972743310603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/6746927972743310603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2007/04/highway-9-saratoga-ca-i-own-you.html' title='Highway 9, Saratoga, CA - I OWN you!'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-8671707219314951231</id><published>2007-04-17T20:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T20:43:24.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dove Evolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/iYhCn0jf46U' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/iYhCn0jf46U'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;An ad campaign every woman and man should see!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-8671707219314951231?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=8671707219314951231' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/8671707219314951231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/8671707219314951231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2007/04/dove-evolution.html' title='Dove Evolution'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-6778520295530097974</id><published>2007-04-09T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T12:05:22.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hills that kick my a$$</title><content type='html'>Normally, I pride myself in being somewhat a billy goat on hills.  Riding GB through a steep course is what gets my blood moving and sense of accomplishment...accomplished.  However, I did something really stupid on Saturday.  I started up a road that I had never been on and had no idea where it ended.  OMG.  Bohman Road, you officially suck!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do enjoy finding new routes but need to know what I have in store for myself so I know how hard I'll have to work.  This road was steeper and had more switchbacks than any road I've been on.  It was painful.  It was a stair-stepper ride, for sure.  I can usually climb comfortably at 5-7 mph on a steep, but this one reduced me to 2mph!  After every turn, I kept thinking, "This has got to be it, I have to be at the top already!".  But, NO!  It took me ONE HOUR to climb ONE STUPID MILE!  Like I said, it sucked.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never made it to the top.  I met a cyclist that said I was only halfway to the top and my legs responded to that comment with a resounding, "We're done, KT, we're totally done with this road.  Take us home now.".  Of course, the downhill was not satisfying at all because of the switchbacks, narrow road and cars.  Brakes were engaged the entire time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be quite a while before I attempt this climb again.  I will conquer it, but not until my brain returns to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total ride was 2.5 hrs and 26 miles.  Hard rides are worth it, though, in the end.  It's that accomplishment thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-6778520295530097974?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=6778520295530097974' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/6778520295530097974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/6778520295530097974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2007/04/hills-that-kick-my.html' title='Hills that kick my a$$'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-82468903991488727</id><published>2007-04-09T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T11:55:08.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OK, it's really not placebo, SB works</title><content type='html'>Y'all know this is my second week on the South Beach diet.  From the very first day on it, I've felt amazingly good.  I've been sleeping better, have more energy, am friendlier (as if this was possible;)), and have a clarity that's been missing for a while.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent Easter weekend at Mom's and blew the SB out of the window.  The first night we had spaghetti with meat sauce AND garlic bread and I had a horrible night's sleep.  I kept waking up every hour and tossing and turning.   I was also terribly bloated the next day.  Easter Sunday came and was a day of excess....full of candy, chocolate and bad/sugary carbs at dinner (brown sugar sweet potatoes, anyone?).  This night's sleep was just as restless and I had that creepy/crawly thing going on in my legs and was getting very irritable because of it.  When I woke up this morning I was groggy and bloated again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story is that sugar is most likely the reason I'm not sleeping well and can't shake this 20 lbs off of my body no matter how much I exercise.  It affects the way I sleep and my mood during the day.  Being on SB has made me realize this and I will not fall off the wagon again.  It's just not worth the aggravation.  I felt great without those irritations, so today, I'm back to clean eating without processed carbs or any sugar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-82468903991488727?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=82468903991488727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/82468903991488727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/82468903991488727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2007/04/ok-its-really-not-placebo-sb-works.html' title='OK, it&apos;s really not placebo, SB works'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-6052177480686519469</id><published>2007-04-03T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T08:19:15.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cycling South San Jose</title><content type='html'>Sheri and I finally hooked up for a bike ride.  For being training parters, not a lot of with-partner training has been happening in the past several months.  She's busy with work and other grown-up things and I've been left to my own vices, which has worked out fine, I just miss her company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour of searching for the Gilroy Hot Springs ride, part of the &lt;a href="http://www.actc.org/tb/index.html"&gt;Tierra Bella &lt;/a&gt; course, I gave up.  The place where I usually get my routes has not been kept up and has broken links and doesn't work properly anymore. What's up with the &lt;a href="http://bikemaster.home.att.net/routes/index.htm"&gt;Bikemaster?? &lt;/a&gt;Sheri, in her infinite wisdom, did a clever thing and went to &lt;a href="http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/"&gt;G-Maps Pedometer&lt;/a&gt; and mapped out a route for us herself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will eventually get all of my rides onto my iamkt.com site, but that will be a slow process.  For the sake of people like me, though, that live to find new and exciting routes, it must be done:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished our ride in 2.5 hrs and did around 25 miles.  It was a perfect day and an excellent ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-6052177480686519469?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=6052177480686519469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/6052177480686519469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/6052177480686519469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2007/04/cycling-south-san-jose.html' title='Cycling South San Jose'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-290119070031238443</id><published>2007-03-26T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T15:49:20.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 mile run in a snap</title><content type='html'>Yeah, weird.  I haven't run in about a week, but today was amazing.  My coach told me to stay in zone 1-2 for 1:20:00, but I forgot what made up my zones for running, so I was really in Z1 the entire time!  Hence, I should have done 8-9 miles in that time, but it was good to go slow.  I'm still building my aerobic base so slow is perfectly fine.  Aside from that, I had my doggie with me and she doesn't do well past five miles.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel fantastic today.  I'm not sure if it's a placebo effect from going on the South Beach diet yesterday, but for some reason not eating any sugar or refined carbs is definitely agreeing with me.  I love the fact that they give me a meal plan and a shopping list each week.  It's what I've always wanted.  I don't like having to figure that stuff out on my own.  I'll keep you posted on my progress:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-290119070031238443?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=290119070031238443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/290119070031238443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/290119070031238443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2007/03/7-mile-run-in-snap.html' title='7 mile run in a snap'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-8822097957635027782</id><published>2007-03-26T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T15:27:08.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Sky Bike Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/RghIBOW16FI/AAAAAAAAADg/CVb134kvVhQ/s1600-h/00007_bluesky_1280x800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/RghIBOW16FI/AAAAAAAAADg/CVb134kvVhQ/s320/00007_bluesky_1280x800.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046362568339613778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was bike ride day.  I met a new friend through the tri club and we met up at Lake Almaden to do a 33 mile ride through the South Bay.  Gorgeous day, sunny and cool.  As usual, the wind behind the foothills toward the reservoirs was present, but not as bad as it is during the summer.  I can tell that my fitness has improved greatly over the past two years because certain hills on this ride that kill me, did not phase me at all yesterday.  It totally rocked:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-8822097957635027782?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=8822097957635027782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/8822097957635027782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/8822097957635027782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2007/03/blue-sky-bike-ride.html' title='Blue Sky Bike Ride'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/RghIBOW16FI/AAAAAAAAADg/CVb134kvVhQ/s72-c/00007_bluesky_1280x800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-612445604926985845</id><published>2007-03-25T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T20:55:48.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nutrition fair brings out students  - News</title><content type='html'>My good friend Lawrence is working hard toward his MBA in Kinesiology at San Jose State University.  He is diligent about enriching the lives of children and young adults by teaching them about the importance of good nutrition and exercise.  SJSU had a nutrition fair this past Wednesday, March 21 and he was interviewed for the Spartan On-line newsletter.  Here's a link to the article - &lt;a href="http://media.www.thespartandaily.com/media/storage/paper852/news/2006/03/15/News/Nutrition.Fair.Brings.Out.Students-1686842.shtml"&gt;Nutrition fair brings out students&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even used my very limited HTML skills to create a website for him - &lt;a href="http://introtosports.com/"&gt;Intro to Sports&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-612445604926985845?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=612445604926985845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/612445604926985845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/612445604926985845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2007/03/nutrition-fair-brings-out-students-news.html' title='Nutrition fair brings out students  - News'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-5338655199345782223</id><published>2007-03-24T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T12:53:03.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Lazy, Why?</title><content type='html'>People, I ask you....why am I so lazy?  I can keep up about two weeks' worth of workouts and then it all falls apart.  Hectic work schedules and tiredness kick in and I just stop doing it.  Why must it be this way?  After this happens, I takes another week to get back into the swing of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not very productive for me because I am doing ALCATRAZ and I NEED to TRAIN.  The caps are not for you, my dear reader, they are for my own motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I can just get off my butt right now and get my swim and run in today.  Yes, I wonder if this will happen RIGHT NOW!  Okay, I will...but only after I comment on the blogs I've been neglecting - GreenPea!  Your motivational posts usually work.  I'm coming over right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck, I need to get out of this house, it's a gorgeous day to be in the pool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-5338655199345782223?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=5338655199345782223' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/5338655199345782223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/5338655199345782223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2007/03/why-lazy-why.html' title='Why Lazy, Why?'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-7425789984784172169</id><published>2007-03-18T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T20:19:45.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saint Patrick's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/Rf38dPJwRrI/AAAAAAAAADY/Ry6EQdRoa3M/s1600-h/img_1318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/Rf38dPJwRrI/AAAAAAAAADY/Ry6EQdRoa3M/s320/img_1318.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043464736938673842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days, on my way to work, I stop by a quaint little place called Lowry's Irish Coffee House in downtown San Jose. I always have a latte and a veggie bagel and reveled in the fact that it's a little-known gem.  Lately, though, quality of food has gone down and I notice new owners.  As if the  obvious changes weren't enough, these new owners are not paying attention to even the littlest details.  They speak very broken English and are not very friendly.  So, when I walked in on Friday morning, they posted their St. Pat's menu and it looked like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy San Patrick Day.  This weekend we serve:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corn beef hash and eggs&lt;br /&gt;Corn beef and cabbage&lt;br /&gt;Irish stew with bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean come on people!  What the hell is corn beef and who is San Patrick?  Let's put some effort  into your attempts at business and at least try to make it look like you care about those of us that are rooting for cafes to stand on their own in a Starbucks world.  It was disheartening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it did, though, is remind me that I needed to go to the store and pick up a beef brisket and veggies.  This was the first time I made it but Les said it's the best cabbage he's ever had:)  My gravy was lumpy - no surprise there - but it was still good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-7425789984784172169?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=7425789984784172169' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/7425789984784172169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/7425789984784172169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2007/03/saint-patricks-day.html' title='Saint Patrick&apos;s Day'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/Rf38dPJwRrI/AAAAAAAAADY/Ry6EQdRoa3M/s72-c/img_1318.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-1440939443901068407</id><published>2007-03-03T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T19:24:37.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Escape from Alcatraz Triathlon</title><content type='html'>In December, &lt;a href="http://tricalifornia.com/"&gt;TriCalifornia&lt;/a&gt; sent an email announcing the lottery they were going to hold for the &lt;a href="http://www.tricalifornia.com/alcatraz/2007/"&gt;Escape from Alcatraz &lt;/a&gt;triathlon and I said, "What the hell, I'll sign up....it's not like I'll win a slot or anything."  Welp, I won!  I have secured a spot at this insane race and have been training my butt off, literally:)  It's 92 days away and I have coached workouts going on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to Santa Cruz with the &lt;a href="http://svtriclub.org/"&gt;Silicon Valley Tri Club&lt;/a&gt; and it was an amazing day.  We did a 1000 yard swim at Seacliff Beach and then followed it up with a trail run at &lt;a href="http://www.parks.ca.gov/?page_id=666"&gt;Nisene Marks State Park&lt;/a&gt;.  Then we had breakfast and headed home.  It was the best training day I've had in a long time and I was glad to meet some new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The swim showed me that no matter how long it's been, you never lose the feel for the ocean.  I immediately warmed up - after peeing in my wetsuit!  If you didn't know that little trick, you should seriously try it.  Your pee is sterile and it's not gross if you don't think about it:)  After about five minutes in the water, I got my groove on and swam my little heart out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-1440939443901068407?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=1440939443901068407' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/1440939443901068407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/1440939443901068407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2007/03/escape-from-alcatraz-triathlon.html' title='Escape from Alcatraz Triathlon'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-7460432609996330685</id><published>2007-02-28T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T21:26:31.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I really am working for "the man"</title><content type='html'>We have a new-ish boss.  She's making ripples, changing things, focusing on "moving the dial", making us deal with more damn spreadsheets, and basically making life more than a little uncomfortable.  She's worked with us for a long time and I do like her a lot.  BUT...after my annual review yesterday, I know she had something to do with the fact that my bonus was small, raise was small and my ego is much smaller than it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked my ASS off last year.  I was out of the office and pounding the pavement to make sure I blasted my sales goal out of the water and barely have anything to show for it aside from habitual migraines and a few thousand dollars.  I worked harder than I should have.  The German blood coursing through my veins tells me to work my fingers to the bone to make 2007 better and just suck it up.  But my shattered ego tells me to say a big FUCK YOU very much and skate by like the rest of the world.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't normally complain about things, but this just pisses me off because I feel severely under-appreciated right now.  Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the negative post.  I'm sure I'll be happy KT soon enough.  Right now I'm just not me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-7460432609996330685?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=7460432609996330685' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/7460432609996330685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/7460432609996330685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-really-am-working-for-man.html' title='I really am working for &quot;the man&quot;'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-89713183346843480</id><published>2007-02-22T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T22:05:41.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naughty din dins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/Rd6DyLYfREI/AAAAAAAAADI/nwFJFWFJzFo/s1600-h/131319512-O.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/Rd6DyLYfREI/AAAAAAAAADI/nwFJFWFJzFo/s320/131319512-O.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034606331518993474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is ribs and fried zucchini.  Les asked if I was feeling okay after serving a dinner like this!  I don't know what got into me yesterday, but I had a hankering for ribs and something fried.  I put together a moist (not dry,not wet, but moist) rub and cooked some pork ribs.  They turned out  perfectly tender.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sliced two zucchini squash lengthwise, laid some sliced fontina on one zucchini strip and topped it with another piece of zucchini.  Then I dipped in egg and coated with seasoned flour and then fried the heck out of it.  This is a modified version of something that &lt;a href="http://www.napastyle.com/michael/michael.jsp?&amp;rcode=ggl_2006&amp;cm_mmc=Google-_-Brand_Michael-_-michael%20chiarello-_-Broad+Ad_380185636%7C-%7C100000000000000000037"&gt;Michael Chiarello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; did a while back on his show.&lt;br /&gt;I dressed up some standard cornbread mix with a can of creamed corn and a can of sweet corn.  I totally pulled a &lt;a href="http://pauladeen.com/"&gt;Paula Deen&lt;/a&gt; and buttered the top as soon as it came out of the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about naughty and going against my KT grain....it was worth it though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-89713183346843480?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=89713183346843480' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/89713183346843480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/89713183346843480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2007/02/naughty-din-dins.html' title='Naughty din dins'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/Rd6DyLYfREI/AAAAAAAAADI/nwFJFWFJzFo/s72-c/131319512-O.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-5116764175970230155</id><published>2007-02-22T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T21:39:06.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amgen Tour of California - Stage 3</title><content type='html'>Amgen is a biotech company that specialized in cancer research. They are the sponsors of the Tour de California. This is a 700 mile road race that started in San Francisco and will end in Long Beach. San Jose hosted the finish line for stage 3 - they started very early this morning in Stockton and rode in around 3:30 p.m. It's not very often that world-class cyclist like Levi Leipheimer come into town so Huggy and I perched ourselves in the middle of stage 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/Rd59IbYfRCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Raa93On2nDM/s1600-h/131313750-O.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/Rd59IbYfRCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Raa93On2nDM/s400/131313750-O.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034599017189688354" /&gt;Jens Voight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jens Voigt (GER) came across the finish line first.  Of all the pictures I took, I think his came out the best. I had my camera on the continuous setting with a one second delay, but these guys were riding so fast, they were past me in about one second!  I captured really great photos of their support vehicles though:D  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San Jose's finest were on patrol on their own bikes as well as their horses. I love the horses, so I got as many photos as they would put up with.  It was a fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iamkt.smugmug.com/gallery/2501249"&gt;Here is a link to &lt;/a&gt; the rest of the pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-5116764175970230155?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=5116764175970230155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/5116764175970230155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/5116764175970230155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2007/02/amgen-tour-of-california-stage-3.html' title='Amgen Tour of California - Stage 3'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/Rd59IbYfRCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Raa93On2nDM/s72-c/131313750-O.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-4047297031170495742</id><published>2007-02-18T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T18:08:36.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what the Carter's did for Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>Hubby and I decided to make dinner together tonight as we did for our anniversary.  This means much more to us than going out because it's special and more personal.  Anyone can sign a check at the end of a meal, but when you cook together you're sharing time and effort with each other.  That is much more special in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/RdkEM7YfQ_I/AAAAAAAAACM/kltiOC9o8go/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/RdkEM7YfQ_I/AAAAAAAAACM/kltiOC9o8go/s320/019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033058678708585458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We made chicken roulades, sauteed spinach and potatoes fondantes.  These are old standbys that are so easy but always turn out satisfying.  We stuffed the chicken with prosciutto and fontina and parmesean cheeses.  Fontina is one of those versatile cheeses that you can use for most anything.  I especially like it on a grilled cheese with ham.  Yum.  The potatoes turned out nice and crispy on the outside.  I love that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/RdkEwrYfRAI/AAAAAAAAACU/-zgQIP8mpx8/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/RdkEwrYfRAI/AAAAAAAAACU/-zgQIP8mpx8/s320/008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033059292888908802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For desert, I found a recipe in the latest Martha Stewart magazine.  I don't remember the name because I promptly threw it out in disgust after I was done with it.  We were to make chocolate pâte à choux cookies with cream filling.  They were supposed to be similar to a cream puff, but not really.  Although it was fun attempting this dessert, it did not turn out as it should have.  While following the "stir vigorously" prompt of the recipe, I added the eggs too early and the curdled.  We stayed the course and finished the job.  They were edible, but not fantastic like they should have been.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/RdkF_rYfRBI/AAAAAAAAACc/fPzr2OV6eXY/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/RdkF_rYfRBI/AAAAAAAAACc/fPzr2OV6eXY/s320/016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033060650098574354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was fun, though, to see Les piping pâte à choux onto the cookie sheet though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-4047297031170495742?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=4047297031170495742' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/4047297031170495742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/4047297031170495742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-carters-did-for-valentines-day.html' title='what the Carter&apos;s did for Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/RdkEM7YfQ_I/AAAAAAAAACM/kltiOC9o8go/s72-c/019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-2647361967643299169</id><published>2007-02-17T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T17:01:24.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>San Jose Museum of Art</title><content type='html'>We met our friends Trish and Andy for brunch today at Lowry's Irish Coffee Shop. This is my very favorite place for coffee. On the days I have time, I stop by for a latte and veggie bagel before heading to work; that is just one block away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trish and Andy are two very special people that have bold characters and definitely stand out from the crowd. They don't look bold, but their personalities are strong and both have a comic delivery that makes you chuckle for days after you've talked to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy is Les' oldest friend from England. They grew up in the same small town, ended up going to the same university and ultimately moving to the Bay Area at the same time...all the while the other didn't know. They just bumped into each other while out one night. Kindred spirits, they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trish is Andy's fiance and she's a lawyer. She's extremely smart and has a matter-of-fact way about her. I like her a lot and think she and Andy are completely meant for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough about them. After lunch, we decided to walk around downtown San Jose. We ended up at the &lt;a href="http://www.sjmusart.org/"&gt;San Jose Museum of Art&lt;/a&gt; and went in for the M.C. Escher exhibit. This was mind-bending Op Art. I enjoy the weird, abstract kind of art. I think my favorite was, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rippled Surface&lt;/span&gt;. Les liked &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Puddle&lt;/span&gt; the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to copyright laws, I cannot post pictures of either of these works, I think I might be channelling &lt;a href="http://porkcracklins.net"&gt;Sheri&lt;/a&gt; and her moral values through me right now because I never would have had a problem with that until she mentioned how vehemently against it she is, but you can view them on &lt;a href="http://www.mcescher.com/"&gt;The Official M.C. Escher website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around some more and talked about how San Jose needs more parking. They are building four high-rise condo buildings that have made accommodation for more retail and restaurant space, but no mention of anymore parking structures. Parking is already a problem, I hope they rectify that. It will end up being like San Francisco if they don't put in some parking plans. And we all know how irritating it is to find parking in The City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm thinking of taking a nap. Yep, it's definitely nap time:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-2647361967643299169?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=2647361967643299169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/2647361967643299169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/2647361967643299169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2007/02/san-jose-museum-of-art.html' title='San Jose Museum of Art'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-6903625752255250611</id><published>2007-02-17T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T16:34:34.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>workouts and work</title><content type='html'>Welp, this week was a total loss when it comes to workouts.  I did a time trial on the trainer for 1/2 hr on Monday night to establish my LT on the bike...but it hardly counts as a realy workout.  That was it.  I had other workouts planned but real work just about blew me right over the edge and I almost had a nervous breakdown because of it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I am in sales, I have a sales goal to meet.  Because of this sales goal, I have a hard time saying no to clients when they ask me to visit them.  Because of this out-of-office-visit-with-clients-to-keep-the-relationship-going time, my other work backed up.  Because of this work back-up, my brain feels like it wants to blow out of my head.  I like things to be closed and tidy and that was just not happening for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a new boss and she is changing a lot of things.  Making us maintain more spreadsheets and focus on littler details.  I'm sure in the long run, this will be good because data is power when used properly.  But for someone with barely any spare time, it's a nightmare to meet the deadlines of what she's asking for with these piddly, little, stupid-ass worksheets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long-time client has put a bid out for other bank business and gave me a seriously unrealistic deadline as well.  They gave me this request for proposal (RFP)on Tuesday and is due next Tuesday!  For crying out lout people!  Give me a break, throw me a damn bone, let me catch my breath!  So, I finished the RFP on Friday at 7pm and turned it over to my coworker so he can present the report to the client.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on my way to a client call on Tuesday, I got in an accident.  I was making a left turn into a nose-in parking spot and some guy hit me from behind because he was following too closely and not paying attention to my blinker.  I was all shaken up but still went to my client meeting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out of the office three of the five days last week on client calls, so you can imagine what kind of bottleneck that created in my workload.  We have no assistants to turn the "little stuff" over to.  I'm in charge of all of it and it's the reason I almost needed a one of those stylish/modern straight/white jackets with the silver buckles;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's the weekend and I swear all I want to do is sleep.  I'm going to try very hard to make that happen.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serenity Now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-6903625752255250611?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=6903625752255250611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/6903625752255250611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/6903625752255250611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2007/02/workouts-and-stuff.html' title='workouts and work'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-6039275174565862776</id><published>2007-02-14T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T21:39:28.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so the Feds found me</title><content type='html'>It was fairly uneventful as well.  The Federal Investigator met me at my office and I saw his badge - it was very heavy and very official.  He asked me a lot of questions about my past relationship with my ex.  He's in the Navy and applying for some kind of top secret clearance but no other details than that.  He kept asking me questions about my ex in the present tense.  I kept reminding him that I've not talked to him in over seven years and felt uncomfortable answering questions about my ex's character because I just don't know him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interview reminded me of the INS interview the best hubby and I went through when he was applying for his green card....Questions like this:&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever or do you plan to engage in drug dealing?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever or are you now engaging in prostitution?&lt;br /&gt;Do you plan to plot any terrorist acts against the US?  Something like that anyway....&lt;br /&gt;And it just made me wonder if anyone actually answers 'yes' to any of these questions.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird.  That is all.  I told ya - uneventful and yawn-inducing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-6039275174565862776?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=6039275174565862776' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/6039275174565862776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/6039275174565862776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-feds-found-me.html' title='so the Feds found me'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-1142369809366291244</id><published>2007-01-30T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T21:37:31.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Feds are looking for me</title><content type='html'>Seriously, they are.  I used to be married to a guy in the Navy....long story.  But we divorced, I'll always be thankful for that.  On Saturday, while I was at the spa getting my mani/pedi done a federal investigator knocked on the door.  Husband answered and the guy asked for me.  He said he needed to do a face-to-face interview with my previous involvement with my ex-husband.  Apparently, the ex, is applying for some kind of top secret clearance with the military and since I'm part of his past, I'm also part of his background check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how much fun can I have with this?  A lot.  This seems to be a karma situation.  I have the chance to wreck his chances of a career move and it would be such sweet revenge for all of the horrific things he did to me (now that I'm a grown woman I realize I was just as responsible for allowing those things to happen...but when you're young and stupid you just don't see it that way, do you?).  But I'll behave and watch gleefully as my karma account builds up:)  I do have a very full karma account already, you see?  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les checked out all of his credentials and made sure he was legit before sending him on his way.  We watch way too much Court TV to ever be taken advantage of weird schemes that involve robbery and murder.  I need to hook up with the guy at some point this week or the next.  I'll keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-1142369809366291244?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=1142369809366291244' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/1142369809366291244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/1142369809366291244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2007/01/feds-are-looking-for-me.html' title='The Feds are looking for me'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-1665943924854558801</id><published>2007-01-30T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T21:30:36.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging is hard to keep up with....</title><content type='html'>....especially since work is totally busy right now.  I'm sure I'm not complaining about work because when you're in sales you pray to be busy.  But DAAAAAMN...I've been at work past 7pm most nights and even after 10pm one day last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell, I'm busy at work.  Just got started in school again.  My first class was this morning.  Remember that I'm not a morning person?  Right.  Still not a morning person even though I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;have to be now.&lt;/span&gt;  My workouts were intermittant for the past three weeks due to a) my period b) working very late and c) my cravings for peanut butter cookies outweighed the want to workout:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep rockin' everyone:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-1665943924854558801?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=1665943924854558801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/1665943924854558801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/1665943924854558801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2007/01/blogging-is-hard-to-keep-up-with.html' title='Blogging is hard to keep up with....'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-6733566262748432059</id><published>2007-01-13T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T20:33:58.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Carter's have been eating</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/RamtTqGQgcI/AAAAAAAAABI/tKKDqAkL6jk/s1600-h/chocochik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/RamtTqGQgcI/AAAAAAAAABI/tKKDqAkL6jk/s320/chocochik.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019733812910784962" /&gt;Chocoloate Chickpea Cake&lt;/a&gt;  I really wanted chocolate, but didn't want the guilt associated.  So, I made this version of cake that camoflauges itself more like an after workout snack:)  It's made of chickpeas instead of flour, and cocoa/cardamom rather than chocolate.  I have the recipe &lt;a href="http://iamkt.com/recipes/chocolatechickpeacake.txt"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/RamtOqGQgbI/AAAAAAAAABA/REL-hUatTSM/s1600-h/pasta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/RamtOqGQgbI/AAAAAAAAABA/REL-hUatTSM/s320/pasta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019733727011439026" /&gt;Chicken and Sprouted Wheat Parpadelle Pasta&lt;/a&gt;  I bought this pasta at Trader Joes with very little expectation of taste....I was wrong.  It's not your typical cardboard-like wheat pasta.  It's got a very nutty and pleasant taste.  This pic isn't wonderful, but it thickened up a bit after some more freshly grated parmeseano reggiano.  I think I mirrored a Giada De Laurentis recipe from a recent show of hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/Rams8KGQgaI/AAAAAAAAAA4/H_qA8EqKIc0/s1600-h/sausage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/Rams8KGQgaI/AAAAAAAAAA4/H_qA8EqKIc0/s320/sausage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019733409183859106" /&gt;Sausage and Onions&lt;/a&gt;  This is another take on a Giada De Laurentis recipe.  Hers is Sausage and Onions and Peppers....but I don't love bell peppers and didn't feel like going to the store...I had everything else on hand.  I used Chicken &amp; Apple sausage, so they lent a sweet factor to the tomato-y onion sauce.  This turned out really good.  I will make it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/RamyHKGQgdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/8KnWOJREn5c/s1600-h/chilifinal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/RamyHKGQgdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/8KnWOJREn5c/s320/chilifinal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019739095720559058" /&gt;Ulitmate Chili&lt;/a&gt; I was craving some comfort food and this is the quintessential comfort food for me.  Thick, meaty and rich.  I served it with cornbread muffins and some grated cheddar cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate really good this past week, for the most part it was healthy.  I have gotten more interested in cooking again because of my new knife set that hubby bought me for Christmas:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-6733566262748432059?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=6733566262748432059' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/6733566262748432059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/6733566262748432059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-carters-have-been-eating.html' title='What the Carter&apos;s have been eating'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/RamtTqGQgcI/AAAAAAAAABI/tKKDqAkL6jk/s72-c/chocochik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-3079864760040386148</id><published>2007-01-10T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T23:36:15.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spin Class Atrocities</title><content type='html'>OMG.  Tonight was attrocious.  A spinning debauchle, if you will.  There was a sub for the normal instructor tonight and he was aweful.  Here's the laundry list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  No warmup...at ALL...none&lt;br /&gt;2)  Straight into a high-energy track and made us do 5 seconds in the saddle 5 seconds out...for the entire length of the song.&lt;br /&gt;3) Every subsequent track skipped through the ENTIRE song...and he never attempted to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;5)  Just lots of up in and out of the saddle.  No sprints, no endurance, no alternating techniques....just up and down out of the saddle!  &lt;br /&gt;6)  His cleats kept getting stuck in his pedals and he'd disrupt the class while he sorted himself out.&lt;br /&gt;7)  No real instruction, just some whispering into his headset and we'd have to follow his lead.&lt;br /&gt;8)  There's more but I'll stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not exaggerating about how bad it was....the class started with 10 people....and it ended with 4.  I never quit a workout unless I'm at my vomit zone, but I came really close to walking out.  I felt sorry for the guy though, so I sucked it up and finished the workout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spin - 60 mins&lt;br /&gt;Upper body and abs - 30 mins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-3079864760040386148?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=3079864760040386148' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/3079864760040386148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/3079864760040386148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2007/01/spin-class-atrocities.html' title='Spin Class Atrocities'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-5488917936037429403</id><published>2007-01-07T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T21:55:36.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Boot Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/RaHckw6bGsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QZzYuOjk69k/s1600-h/fwf1-7-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/RaHckw6bGsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QZzYuOjk69k/s320/fwf1-7-06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017533984030792386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since I'm designing Lawrence's website, we have an agreement that he trains me once a week. We needed more pictures for his site so we got a group of people together to do the boot camp class. I LOVE this class. Even though I was mostly picture-taking, I still did a modified version of the exercises. It's so much damn fun. It was a hard workout, but so worth it. Lots of drills, sprints, plyometrics and groundwork.  I wish I knew more active people that cared about these types of things so they would go with me. All of my friends and husbands friends are lazy bastards. I need new friends! Just kidding, I love my friends.  Here is our group photo at the end of our super-sweaty day:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.5 hrs boot camp (average HR - 160)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-5488917936037429403?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=5488917936037429403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/5488917936037429403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/5488917936037429403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2007/01/sunday-boot-camp.html' title='Sunday Boot Camp'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/RaHckw6bGsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QZzYuOjk69k/s72-c/fwf1-7-06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-7347904450878471030</id><published>2007-01-07T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T17:26:15.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday AM Spin Class</title><content type='html'>My friend Melinda is a spin instructor and I she invited me to take her class on Saturday.  I asked her what time and she said, "8:15"!  WTF?  Soooooo early on a Saturday.  But I did it anyway...reluctantly...hit the snooze on the alarm only one time:)  I was so glad I went because it she is a fantastic instructor.  Really great music - friends will all the house DJs we know...of course it would be great music! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the workout we went to Le Boulanger for bagel and egg sammies.  Totally hit the spot because that class drained all the food out of my muscles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spin - 1hr (moderate intensity, average HR 165)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-7347904450878471030?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=7347904450878471030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/7347904450878471030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/7347904450878471030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2007/01/saturday-am-spin-class.html' title='Saturday AM Spin Class'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-2894275570688323221</id><published>2007-01-04T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T21:24:02.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerk Chicken</title><content type='html'>I made jerk chicken tonight, first time ever.  I found the recipe at Yahoo Recipes.  I noticed that most of the reviews complained that there wasn't enough heat in it.  Well I know how to fix that...urm....just add more pepper.  Geez.  I added lots of pepper and it was HOT.  I normally underestimate the power of freshly ground black pepper.  But not anymore after tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I served it alongside some polenta and carrots.  Was a marginal dinner.  Nothing fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a separate note, today was a day of reckoning for me.  For the past month I've been feeling a bit stir crazy and it seemed as though the house was closing in on me.  I realized that's because our christmas tree was taking up half of our living room.  So, tonight I took it down.  And took down all of the other decorations.  And now I feel much better.  I feel like I can breathe again.  The house is bigger and I'm already more organized.  I really thought I was going crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't normally do any resolutions, but what I would like to do this year is simplify.  Just get back to basics.  We have too much stuff.  We're always getting more stuff.  Stores and TV are always manipulating me to want more stuff.   Enough already.  I plan on getting rid of all of the "things" in the house that serve no functional purpose.  There is no need to have so many candle holders or extra bottles of lotion or so many damn towels in the closet.  Enough!    This crap must get out of my house and the money must stay in my pocket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-2894275570688323221?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=2894275570688323221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/2894275570688323221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/2894275570688323221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2007/01/jerk-chicken.html' title='Jerk Chicken'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-2047146564005335483</id><published>2007-01-03T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T21:28:28.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting back to it</title><content type='html'>I swear this holiday season has been the worst in terms of being too busy to find time for anything. It was all about running around and being stressed. So much stress all I wanted to do is eat. And I did eat. I ate without working out to keep up with it. Stupid delicious desserts and food all over the place! My workouts suffered in a major way but now I'm back to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the most awesome day of snowboarding on Friday at Kirkwood.  I wasn't even sore.  Thank  you traveling lunges and jump squats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I took Huggy out for a four mile run and came back in the house for some abs and push ups.  It felt fantastic to get a nice workout in.  I need to learn to wake up early because when school starts I won't be able to worko out after work.  Work work work.  Geez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-2047146564005335483?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=2047146564005335483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/2047146564005335483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/2047146564005335483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2007/01/getting-back-to-it.html' title='Getting back to it'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-5664460528164626025</id><published>2007-01-02T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T22:50:03.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Life is good. Seriously good. Let's all keep it that way:) Happy New Year to everyone, I wish you the best in 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent NYE in Tahoe with our friends. Did some snowboarding, lots of eating/relaxing and had some really tasty champagne. While hubby and friends were at Sierra Ski Ranch, they apprehended a drunk driver by pulling him from his car in the parking lot. This drunk guy almost hit many people getting into their cars and rammed his truck into a few other cars. Once the cops showed up, they arrested the guy and took him away. Hubby and friends were given the royal treatment at the resort and didn't have to pay for anything all day:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are in action - My hubby is a total bad-ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://iamkt.com/badass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://iamkt.com/badass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-5664460528164626025?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=5664460528164626025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/5664460528164626025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/5664460528164626025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-5415309369492084919</id><published>2006-12-23T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T11:06:22.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Hermititude....</title><content type='html'>....is in full effect at the Carter's house. Well, almost full effect. We're almost ready to get our hermit on. We just need to do our grocery shopping for Christmas dinner and a couple of last minute gifts to put into stockings. That will be done before 2pm today. I've made it my life's mission to get it done before 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then holiday hermititude will begin. This means we don't leave the house, we hole up in our winter pyjams (pronounced: pie-jams. These are pajamas - I have snowboarding monkeys on mine and Les has dancing polar bears on his.) drink mulled wine and cider and watch lots of movies. I was raised on How the Grinch Stole Christmas and Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. I never cared for Frosty the Snowman or any of the other ones. But the Grinch is my very favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/RY13L50CnbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pzm3zm5GiIA/s1600-h/grinch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011793006714592690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/RY13L50CnbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pzm3zm5GiIA/s320/grinch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;------So for my birthday, my mom bought me a &lt;a href="http://www.gemmy.com/product.cfm?productId=18250-00"&gt;six foot inflatable Grinch&lt;/a&gt; that reaches into the chimney and pulls the christmas tree out! I love it, it's outside in the courtyard. It's completely and utterly awesome and I can't wait until we have our new house next year so it can go in the front yard for everyone to see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas Eve, I'll beg and beg and beg Les to let me open one gift. But he'll say no and we'll go to bed but I won't sleep a wink. I'll be too excited! Then I'll wake up early - the only day of the year I voluntarily wake up early - and jump on the bed to wake him up. We'll start a fire and put the Christmas music on. Mom and Raquel are with us this year so I'll wake them up and they'll all groggily follow me to the living room. I'll pass out everybody's stockings and we'll munch on the sweet treats found inside them while Raquel plays Santa and passes out all of the gifts. We'll all fall into gift-coma and Les will start making our Christmas dinner:) Can't wait!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas, Happy Chanuka/Hannuka/Purim, Mele Kalikimaka, Happy Kwanzaa, Feliz Navidad, Milad Majid, Glædelig Jul, Cristmas-e-shoma mobarak bashad, Selamat Hari Natal, Selamat Hari Natal, Bikpela hamamas blong dispela Krismas na Nupela yia i go long yu, Shenoraavor Nor Dari yev Pari Gaghand, Chung Mung Giang Sinh - in any language or whatever your beliefs - I wish you all happiness and prosperity through the holidays and forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxoo&lt;br /&gt;KT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-5415309369492084919?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=5415309369492084919' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/5415309369492084919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/5415309369492084919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/12/holiday-hermititude.html' title='Holiday Hermititude....'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZMyhTgnSCE/RY13L50CnbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pzm3zm5GiIA/s72-c/grinch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-7381979095179236429</id><published>2006-12-13T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T22:02:32.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irony....with a capital "I"</title><content type='html'>For our anniversary dinner, Les had the notion that we should make it together rather than go out.  I was floored by that idea though because Les never wants to make any dinner!  So I jumped on the chance to have him in the kitchen with me.  It also made perfect sense since we're saving our pennies to buy a house next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we decided to make lasagna from scratch...the noodles, sauce and all...from scratch!  Neither of us had ever made noodles but Les pulled it off, they were perfect.  It was dubbed "love lasagna", buy the way;)  And for dessert we made chocolate mousse.  Rich, dark, meltin-your-mouth mousse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irony, you ask?  Because we're watching "The Biggest Loser" whilst eating it.  That, my friends...is irony.  Especially since I never got a workout in today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-7381979095179236429?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=7381979095179236429' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/7381979095179236429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/7381979095179236429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/12/ironywith-capital-i.html' title='Irony....with a capital &quot;I&quot;'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-4802014410638593886</id><published>2006-12-13T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T21:55:24.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My marriage philosophy thus far....</title><content type='html'>Today is our four-year wedding anniversary.   Four years of total wedded bliss.  I'm not even trying to lie either.  My husband and I 'clicked' from the very first day we met.  We were attached at the hip from our first encounter and our bond has only gotten stronger as the days go by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so much different than what I was exposed to with my parents.  Their constant screaming at each other was brushed off as "just the way we communicate".  Their story ended in divorce...no surprise there.  Les' parents are still married after 32 years, but seem to have their off days as well.  Our friends that are dating are having some major issues within their lives which leads me to believe that things won't work out....one that includes a pregnancy - and extremely disfunctionaly relationship if there ever was one.  Two of our friends just got engaged and they are the closest to Les and KT happy that I've seen so far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les and I really make people sick with how happy and content with each other we are.  We don't throw it in anyone's face, we just love.  That's all.  It's really very simple but for some reason everyone makes it harder than it needs to be.  So, I've put some thought into this and am going to give you some of my own secrets to our success.  In no particular order, they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  Play, laugh, smile - all the time.  Just be happy.  You're not dying, you're still breathing.  Nothing in this life deserves negative energy....stay positive in all things and keep a smile on your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  Respect each other and embrace your differences.  I really don't think this needs explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  Snuggle, cuddle, nuzzle, hug, hold hands, kiss and have SEX.  You must have closeness, without it, you lose your bond.  Without a bond, you have nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)  Talk about anything and everything.  I'm sure I talk my husband's ear off, but at least he knows where I'm coming from at all times and he's never surprised.  He is the quiet one for sure, but I know what's going on in his head most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)  Don't be a nag.  Nagging does NOT help anything and it never works.....so just zip it.  Talk to each other like equals and just ask for what you want like an adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)  Have your own things to do.  Time apart and indulging in your own hobbies/activities keeps you from going crazy, becoming dependant and losing your own identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)  Stop carrying around your past.  Closed chapters are exactly that.  Move on and find someone completely different than the one that always breaks your heart.  Don't be afraid to give your heart away to the one that truly deserves it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)  Go out.  Get out of the house and do fun things.  Together and with your own friends.  Let your partner have their time out and you get yours too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)   Love.  Just love.  Don't half-ass it either.  Just let your heart be full of it and give it away without abandon.  Because it's really what we all need just a little more of;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There don't always have to be lists of ten....so I'm all done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XoXo&lt;br /&gt;KT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-4802014410638593886?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=4802014410638593886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/4802014410638593886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/4802014410638593886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-marriage-philosophy-thus-far.html' title='My marriage philosophy thus far....'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-2559995142237843416</id><published>2006-12-13T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T19:54:46.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Sculpt</title><content type='html'>I've been meeting Jojo at the gym lately....we're both suffering from post-Lawrence training depression.  So, now that we're on our own, we must forge ahead and lean on each other for motivation.  We do a Monday night sculpt class, Tuesday night plyo/cardio workout and Wednesday night spin class.  It's working out well so far and hopefully our schedules can keep up with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of schedules....my college courses start at the end of January and they're in the morning.  I'm not a morning person...in the least bit.  So from now until then I need to force myself to wake up early no matter what.  This means the alarm clock must be moved to my side of the bed so the husband won't snooze our lives away as tempting as it may be.   It also means that I'm barely going to have enough time to do the extra fun things we're used to doing....like sleeping and eating and all those other fun things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to it though, I'm taking two classes and will continue to do so until I have a damn degree.  I'm tired of feeling like less of a person at work because all of those braniacs have been to college and I haven't.  I know my salary is suffering because of it as well.  So, now's the time.  Wish me luck:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-2559995142237843416?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=2559995142237843416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/2559995142237843416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/2559995142237843416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/12/monday-sculpt.html' title='Monday Sculpt'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-7141905134952533468</id><published>2006-12-13T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T19:40:33.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Workouts and such</title><content type='html'>Oh yes, I've been working out, but have not had many minutes to spare for blogging the thoughts out of my brain. Work is always busy at the end of the year for me, but much moreso now that almost all of my counterparts are on vacation and I'm covering for them. It means business for me, but an extended and severely altered workload. But as long as I can keep smiling, all is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I did something I probably shouldn't have. I worked out by myself towards nighttime along the Guadalupe River Trail in downtown San Jose. There are some seriously sketchy areas there as that's where a lot of the homeless make their...well..homes. I also did a spin class and the usual gym workouts with cardio and weights. Nothing special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les has been sick for a week now and keeping him hopped up on Sudafed, Comtrex, Tylenol PM and Mucinex.  Luckily I have not fallen victim to his germs yet thanks to my suped-up immune system.  Ahhhh...one more benefit of consitent exercise and healthy eating:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-7141905134952533468?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=7141905134952533468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/7141905134952533468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/7141905134952533468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/12/workouts-and-such.html' title='Workouts and such'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-2582847039134035831</id><published>2006-11-23T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T14:26:56.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheap Date Night</title><content type='html'>While at Larry's birthday party last week, he mentioned that he was going to take Sheri to &lt;a href="http://www.grapevine-wg.com/contact.asp"&gt;Grapevine&lt;/a&gt; Wine Shop in San Jose for their cheap date night.  The last time they went Sheri told me how much she liked it so we've been wanting to try it.  We finally had a free Wednesday and spent the evening with Larry, Sheri, Janet and her beau.  It was a lot of fun, the grilled cheese sammies were all do die for except the brie and cranberry and the wine was tasty.  We left with two bottles of Pinot Noir and are grateful for the company of good friends.  We are blessed with a really excellent life:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-2582847039134035831?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=2582847039134035831' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/2582847039134035831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/2582847039134035831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/11/cheap-date-night.html' title='Cheap Date Night'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-5188313843453391964</id><published>2006-11-23T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T14:21:59.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weds Workout</title><content type='html'>Lawrence has hurt himself, so Tuesday's urban assault didn't happen this week. Which is fine because I was so busy at work, there was no way I could get out until after 6pm. It was dark and icky and I just wanted to go home and snuggle with the hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a short workday on Weds because my phone wasn't ringing off the hook as it usually does. So, I was able to finish all of my sales calls and organize for next week. I went straight to the gym and had a nice long workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minute warmup - treadmill&lt;br /&gt;15x 2x 20lb standing row with lunge&lt;br /&gt;15x 2x 20lb sitting bicep curl with crunch&lt;br /&gt;15x 2x 20lb shoulder shrug&lt;br /&gt;15x 2x 20lb bicep curl with shoulder raise&lt;br /&gt;15x 2x 20lb hammer curl with shoulder raise&lt;br /&gt;15x 2x 45lb squat press&lt;br /&gt;15x 2x 45lb leg press&lt;br /&gt;15x 2x 45lb squat press with jump&lt;br /&gt;15x 4x 45 lb calf raise&lt;br /&gt;15x 2x 60lb lat pull-down&lt;br /&gt;15x 2x 24lb tricep pull-down&lt;br /&gt;LOTS of abwork, too much to write down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good workout, lots of sweat, felt great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-5188313843453391964?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=5188313843453391964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/5188313843453391964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/5188313843453391964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/11/weds-workout.html' title='Weds Workout'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-677081539387795450</id><published>2006-11-23T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T14:05:07.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Spin Class</title><content type='html'>My friend Melinda is a spin instructor and I've been talking to her about how I might get certified to teach spinning...or at least just be a fill-in for other instructors that can't make their class.  According to her, it's so easy it's a joke.  She sent me &lt;a href="http://www.spinning.com/page.asp?id1=27&amp;nLevel=1"&gt;this link&lt;/a&gt; and it explains that you have to attend an nine hour orientation filled with instruction on spinning and two spin classes.  Sounds like fun so I think I'm going to do it the next time they have one in San Jose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've been in the spin mood lately, I checked out the class at Bally's.  It was not as brutal as I remember previous spin classes to be.  I think this is directly related to the fact that I am more in shape now than I ever have been. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spin class, I hit the weights for a little bit of upper body work.  Nothing exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-677081539387795450?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=677081539387795450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/677081539387795450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/677081539387795450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/11/monday-spin-class.html' title='Monday Spin Class'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-9212074444065360159</id><published>2006-11-18T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T10:38:55.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm wicked and I'm Laaaaaaaaazzzzyyyy</title><content type='html'>There was house cover of that &lt;a href="http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/Lazy-lyrics-David-Byrne/028F1EC726AD3A0A482570F200115ECF"&gt;David Byrne song&lt;/a&gt; a few years ago and it was amazingly fantastic. One of my very favorite songs. It has one of those slow-head-bob melodies and drawn out words that put you in a lazy mood. That's how I feel right now, wicked and lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was all about spending time with the wonderful hubby of mine and just being. We had breakfast at Hobee's and then did some shopping. I actually agreed to go to Fry's because Les wanted to get a labeler and I need a new set of headphones for working out. We got what we needed and then we went over to the appliance section and found the stove/oven/fridge/washer/dryer/DLP HD TV that we want when we buy our house next year. I'm glad that's sorted. I was really worried that we wouldn't be able to spend &lt;strong&gt;thousands&lt;/strong&gt; of dollars in one place, but it turns out we absolutely can. I loathe Fry's and the thought of handing over that much cash to them makes me ill. But they have what we want. Bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending many hours on the internet doing F*ck all today, I finally got off my butt and went out running with Huggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's workout:&lt;br /&gt;2.5 mile loop 24:16&lt;br /&gt;30x2 single leg lunges&lt;br /&gt;20 alternating lunges&lt;br /&gt;30 squats&lt;br /&gt;25 push ups&lt;br /&gt;15 V-Ups&lt;br /&gt;15x2 alternate crunch with leg lift&lt;br /&gt;10x2 oblique crunch with leg lift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt great, was a very quick workout. Tomorrow me and GB go for a ride:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-9212074444065360159?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=9212074444065360159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/9212074444065360159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/9212074444065360159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-wicked-and-im-laaaaaaaaazzzzyyyy.html' title='I&apos;m wicked and I&apos;m Laaaaaaaaazzzzyyyy'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-6594699294396396802</id><published>2006-11-16T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T21:08:11.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spa day with Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/99/1307/1600/spaday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/99/1307/200/spaday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom's birthday was last week and since this was the first chance we had to get together, we celebrated for her today. It was ALL about Mom today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We drove to Calistoga ( about 20 miles north of Napa) and enjoyed the mud bath, mineral spa and massage at &lt;a href="http://www.drwilkinson.com/homepage.html"&gt;Dr. Wilkinson's Day Spa and Resort&lt;/a&gt;.   This isn't your typical trendy/frou frou spa experience, this is for folks that don't mind a somewhat sterile hospital-like feeling.  it's for people that want to just get down to business and get spa-ified without the pretense and snobs all around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were relaxed and felt so pampered, the only thing left to do was to eat a delicious lunch. Mom had seen &lt;a href="http://www.brannansgrill.com/"&gt;Brannan's Grill&lt;/a&gt; showcased on Eye on the Bay and so we gave it a try. This is what was left of the chocolate lava torte we shared for dessert. OMG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/99/1307/1600/lava.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/99/1307/200/lava.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I highly recommend this place to anyone looking for food in Calistoga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way home we talked about lots of mother/daughter things.  It was a perfect day:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No workouts today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-6594699294396396802?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=6594699294396396802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/6594699294396396802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/6594699294396396802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/11/spa-day-with-mom.html' title='Spa day with Mom'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-4729451122997488829</id><published>2006-11-14T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:05:31.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh man, it's only Tuesday and I'm already tired of sleeping all day being on vacation. Okay, so I'm not sleeping ALL day, but I am in bed all day. I'm swapping channels between Food Network, Discovery Channel and TLC so I can catch "What Not to Wear". I didn't get out of bed until 3pm and I took a shower. Then I went to the store for some household items and off to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's workout - Tuesdays are my favorite!&lt;br /&gt;Urban Assault with Lawrence and Jojo. We run through downtown San Jose to Guadalupe Trail and run up and down the stairs five times. Then we run to Adobe and use their outside playground for circuit training - pushups in the alphabet wall, squats and jump lunges on all the chairs, and wall kicks on the number wall. Then we use Adobe's shipping ramp for five hill repeats and then run back to the gym. It takes us about 1/2 hr to do all of it and it's so much fun! My heart beats so fast and hard that I think I'm going to die, but afterwards it's such a great feeling not to be dying of boredom in a workout.&lt;br /&gt;Then at the gym -&lt;br /&gt;2x 45lb dead lifts&lt;br /&gt;2x 45lb squat with row&lt;br /&gt;2x 45lb squat with overhead throw&lt;br /&gt;15 inverted pull-ups&lt;br /&gt;3 mins of plank (2x30seconds front and both sides)&lt;br /&gt;10 mins stretching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excellent workout, I think tomorrow I'm going to take Huggy to LG Creek Trail tomorrow for the par course. I'm so addicted to endorphins. I'm a total junkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I ate well during the day and then an hour before my workout I had a personal size cheese pizza:( And I made mediterranean turkey burgers for dinner tonight (&lt;a href="http://www.rachaelrayshow.com/?q=recipes/mediterranean-burgers"&gt;thank you Rachael Ray&lt;/a&gt;). They were super delicious and like all things RR makes, were very easy to put together.   think I ate too much though because my belly is sticking out a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-4729451122997488829?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=4729451122997488829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/4729451122997488829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/4729451122997488829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-man-its-only-tuesday-and-im-already.html' title=''/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-116348385751776004</id><published>2006-11-13T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:52:28.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have an entire week off!</title><content type='html'>From real-world work this week.  I have not taken any vacation time from my job since January when we were in England.  That's far too long to go without lengthy time off.  I'm in sales and since I have an annual sales goal, it's hard for me to justify not working.  I made my goal already so I feel okay about taking time off although I'm missing out on extra revenue I could be making toward a bonus.  Oh well, I was going insane and need this week to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to take this opportunity to get myself organized and think dutifuly about what my tri season is going to look like next year.  I want to graduate to a half-ironman in 2007.  That means I'm going to really have to work my butt off.  But I'm certain I can handle it.  It's going to mean a rigid training schedule that I can't f*ck off at any time.  I've still not made up my mind 100% on this, but I'm strongly leaning toward it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all depends on how much extra work is going to be involved with school starting in January.  I'll be taking two college courses and it's way more important that tri training.  I might only be able do normal gym workouts and ride/run on the weekend as I normally do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://newcomer2006.blogspot.com/"&gt;Green Pea&lt;/a&gt; has reminded me that journaling your workouts is good to keep you on track and make you accountable for actually doing them.  So, I'm going to start today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75 min gym workout with Lawrence - &lt;br /&gt;10 min treadmill&lt;br /&gt;dynamic stretching&lt;br /&gt;90x20lb bench press&lt;br /&gt;30 push ups&lt;br /&gt;20 squats with 15 lb ball throw&lt;br /&gt;40x20lb single leg lunge - altrenate legs&lt;br /&gt;40x20lb squats&lt;br /&gt;20x20lb BOSU squats with press&lt;br /&gt;20x20lb BOSU squats with row&lt;br /&gt;15 min stairclimber&lt;br /&gt;5 min stretch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a good workout, I love to sweat.  Seriously...sweat makes me feel great.  The sweatier the workout the more proud I am of myself for completing it:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-116348385751776004?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=116348385751776004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/116348385751776004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/116348385751776004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-have-entire-week-off.html' title='I have an entire week off!'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-116319514808372457</id><published>2006-11-10T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:52:28.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The cold makes me happy</title><content type='html'>I love it when the season changes into a true Fall around here.  The crisp and cool weather, the sound of the wind in the trees blowing the leaves everywhere, the position of the midday sun that's just off to the side rather than straight above.  Everything.  I love everything about Fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so good to get out and run the other day with some sprinkles falling on my face.  I even like to ride my bike in the rain.  But there's just one small problem....the challenge of this time of year is that it gets dark around 5pm.  Therefore the motivation factor to work out is slim. I need some tips on how to just get it done.  Tell me how to break through the desire to snuggle up with a comfy blanket and a big 'ol cup of hot Ovaltine.  Please, tell me this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/1600/hallows.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/320/hallows.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a photo from a Halloween party Les and I went to last weekend.  It's the sexiest thing I've worn in public...I had thigh-high stockings on!  Go me and my 30 year old self:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-116319514808372457?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=116319514808372457' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/116319514808372457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/116319514808372457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/11/cold-makes-me-happy.html' title='The cold makes me happy'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-116227477514798414</id><published>2006-10-30T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:52:28.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hugarian Paprika</title><content type='html'>My good friend &lt;a href="http://www.porkcracklins.net"&gt;Sheri&lt;/a&gt; and her husband spent a few weeks in Eastern Europe last month.  They toured Prague, Croatia, Poland, Hungary, Slovenia and Czech Republic.  I was bummed that she was gone because I didn't have my friend and HLS partner to talk to:(  However, it was all worth it because she brought back some Hungarian Paprika for me.  OMG.  Authentic Hungarian Paprika from Hungary!!  How excellent was that?  Very excellent.  Yes, it is very different from the paprika you get at your local market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I made &lt;a href="http://homepage.interaccess.com/~june4/hunchicpaprikas.html"&gt;Chicken Paprikas&lt;/a&gt; with potato dumpings.  This recipe called for instant mashed potatoes for the dumplings but the German in me knows how to deal with real taters, so I stayed authentic here.  Sorry, no photos because our digicam is still broken.  I have got to tell you, this paprika made my chicken so delicious I didn't want to stop eating it.  I wanted to eat and eat and eat and eat.  But quickly realized that the run and plyo workout I had just finished would be for nothing.  So, I only had a normal dinner portion in the hopes to maintain my girlish figger:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again for the paprika Sheri, I love it:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-116227477514798414?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=116227477514798414' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/116227477514798414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/116227477514798414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/10/hugarian-paprika.html' title='Hugarian Paprika'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-116207048433655625</id><published>2006-10-28T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:52:28.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Vegas....seriously overrated</title><content type='html'>I was in Vegas two weeks ago for a conference for work.  I've been there three times before and each time have only had a "meh" kind of feeling about it.  The only time I truly enjoyed myself was when I won $250 on a quarter slot machine.  I'm not a gambler by nature though, I just don't see the point of just handing your hard earned money over to a complete stranger that is statistically going to win more often than not.  This mean you lose.  Your money=gone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was different?  Me.  The non-smoking me.  Yeah, I used to smoke in  my pre-athlete life.  I smoked and drank and did lots of other things that killed many brain cells.  I'm actually quite surprised to be alive after all of the damage I've done to my body when I was younger.  Along with all of the really STUPID choices I made while under the influence of things.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely hated it this trip.  I couldn't wait for the hours to roll by so I could be back home in San Jose where people that run on the sidewalks and up stairs are considered normal.  Yeah, that's right.  I ran up and down the strip while I was there and every pot-bellied midwestern hick family that I passed looked at me like I was from the outer limits...space..if you will.  Like, "what is she doing? what is that thing she's doing with her legs? I've never seen that before, she must be crazy, somebody lock 'er up."  I even stopped in front of the Bellagio where they have the water show and did traveling lunges, jump squats and wall kicks!  Okay, maybe that was a *bit* mental, but fat doesn't care that you're out of town.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress....Life is hard for non-smokers in Vegas.  It's one damn second-hand smoke/cancer nightmare after another.  Even though you ask for a non-smoking room on a non-smoking floor, it really doesn't matter.  Because some f*(&amp;ing inconsiderate bastard is going to light up whether or not you like it.  I came back to my room after a night out with my coworkers and there was someone's room service cart outside of their room with &lt;strong&gt;two&lt;/strong&gt; ashtrays overflowing with cigarette butts.  I couldn't believe it.  I mean, what a DICKHEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there at the beginning of the week, so there were no good house music parties to go to at the clubs.  The music that my coworkers are into is completely different than what I like...I mean...they were doing the f*&amp;*%ing electric slide at the bar for feck's sake!!  These were middle-aged family folks that obviously never get the chance to go out and have any kind of fun at all, so once they were in sin city, they let it all go.  And they really shoulnd't have.  It was so embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the only thing I do like about Vegas is the shopping.  You can find some one-of-a-kind things there in all of the specialty shops.  I did stop at the Jose Eber salon and had my eyebrows waxed and it was the best job I've ever seen.  They were perfect.  I'm certain I won't be able to duplicate that at home though.  And I did stop &lt;a href="http://vosgeschocolate.com/"&gt;Vosges Haut Chocolat&lt;/a&gt; and picked up many truffles.  Oh, they were muy delicioso for sure.  I loved loved loved the chocolate with paprika.  OMG.  So tasty.  So expensive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you're not into smoking, drinking, gambling or strippers....which I'm not....Vegas is not the place for you...or me.  There, I said it Vegas...you totally SUCK ASS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-116207048433655625?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=116207048433655625' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/116207048433655625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/116207048433655625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/10/las-vegasseriously-overrated.html' title='Las Vegas....seriously overrated'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-116141223704058406</id><published>2006-10-20T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:52:28.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't even know what a triathlete is anymore....</title><content type='html'>Seriously.  It's been about a month since my bike and I have bonded.  It's been about a month since I've been surrounded by water.  The only thing I have been doing intermittantly is running.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran the &lt;a href="http://www.rnrsj.com/home.html"&gt;Inaugural Rock 'n Roll San Jose Half Marathon&lt;/a&gt; recently and loved it.  The RNR people have totally got their stuff together.  My expectations for every future race I do is at a level that is damn near unreachable for any other race org.  They have every single detail thought out.  They handed out little salt packets when you enter your corral before the start.  I mean...who thinks of this stuff??  They even had the option of ordering a video clip of the race that includes &lt;a href="http://www.iamkt.com/CVC/rnrsanjose.wmv"&gt;me running through the finish line&lt;/a&gt;.  I'm in the red cap sprinting to the finish:)  Now I want that at every race!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had my hair dyed red and spent so hundreds of dollars on it that I won't dare put one little finger or toe in the chlorinated water to swim.  That's going to have to wait until the hair has faded to it's normal shade of blonde.  And isn't it sad when your triathlon life is put on hold in the name of red/violet #3?  My last tri was in February - I turned duathlete in June when I raced with Sheri at Mermaid.  She stayed true to her triathlete roots and I wimped out and did the du.  But it was fun nonetheless and I thought I wanted to do more, but never found the time.  Then I found the need to be girly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triathlon....I'll be back to you eventually.  Perhaps for Wildflower in 2007 because I need a certain amount of masochism in my life:)  Until then, my hair will take it's turn in the spotlight for the winter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-116141223704058406?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=116141223704058406' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/116141223704058406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/116141223704058406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-dont-even-know-what-triathlete-is.html' title='I don&apos;t even know what a triathlete is anymore....'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-115835800769235740</id><published>2006-09-15T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:52:28.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Food</title><content type='html'>These are just a few dinner dishes that I had forgotten to post up.  As far as I can remember, they were all delicious:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/1600/tostada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/320/tostada.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;Tilapia Tostada&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/1600/salmonandpotatoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/320/salmonandpotatoes.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;Stuffed Salmon and Roast Potatoes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/1600/lasagna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/320/lasagna.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;Spinach Lasagna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/1600/chixandpolenta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/320/chixandpolenta.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;Chicken and Polenta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-115835800769235740?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=115835800769235740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/115835800769235740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/115835800769235740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/09/missing-food.html' title='Missing Food'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-115835742536297087</id><published>2006-09-15T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:52:28.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whitewater Rafing - American River</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/1600/94671072-O.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/320/94671072-O.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;River Fun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this year's birthday surprise for Les involved a whitewater rafting trip on the American River - South Fork. The sneaky folks that took part in the surprise were DonReid, ToraLee, Melanie, Steve and Marz. This was So. Much. Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The planning started a couple of months ago and aside from the occasional "he knows something" scare, it went off without a hitch. All the way up until the night before, he didn't know what was going on. Marz came to our house, we had dinner and then headed up to Placerville to stay at Mom's. It wasn't until the next morning when we met up at the Mother Lode River center and that he finally figured out what the surprise was! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent two days on the river working together as a team to be the number one battle boat against the other rafts. There were three other rafts on the river with us and they were all afraid. Our battle cry was adopted from the middle east...use your imagination:) We camped for one night and spent great time together with beer, hookah and yummy, melty, delicious s'mores. Good times for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More photos on the way, they have to be developed - old school style:)  Here's a link  to my &lt;a href=" http://www.iamkt.smugmug.com/gallery/1880110"&gt;Smugmug page&lt;/a&gt; with some pics that were snapped by our friends that aren't lacking technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're interested in doing this for yourself, our trip was booked through &lt;a href="http://www.aorafting.com"&gt;All Outdoors Rafting&lt;/a&gt; and they were wonderful. They cooked our meals (proper meals!) and made sure we had a fantastic time. We'll definitely go again next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-115835742536297087?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=115835742536297087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/115835742536297087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/115835742536297087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/09/whitewater-rafing-american-river.html' title='Whitewater Rafing - American River'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-115752172540889158</id><published>2006-09-05T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:52:27.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The North Coast Road Trip</title><content type='html'>We spent our labor day weekend in the Mendocino area and although California's coastline can't be beat....the area left a bit to be desired.  It was a very long road trip, four+ hours!  Half of it was up 101 which is basically flat and straight, but the last half was treacherous Hwy 1 (Pacific Coast Highway) and made both of us carsick.  Poor Huggy was a trooper, stretched out on the backseat trying not to hurl herself.  She fared much better than we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once we got there, we set up camp in the dark and got snuggled into our comfy tent with its comfy mattress and even comfier sleeping bags.  In the morning, I woke up and started breakfast on our &lt;a href="http://www.thane.com/products/housewares/qgrill/qgrill.php"&gt;Thane Q BBQ.&lt;/a&gt;  I have to tell you that I love this grill, it got really bad reviews and has been discontinued, but I love love love it.  Not sure why it got such a bad rep because it's always been good to us.  So, I made some eggs, onions and potatoes and it was truly yummy.  We had some hot chocolate and coffee and got on about our day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at the &lt;a href="http://www.manchesterbeachkoa.com/"&gt;Manchester Beach KOA.&lt;/a&gt;  Clean and well-run...the only thing I have to say is that kids should not be allowed within 300 feet of me at all times.  I really don't care for them at all.  That being said, they put us in the tent site right next to the freakin' playground!!  We couldn't change this because the grounds were all booked up.  So, I had to endure screaming and obnoxious children for three days straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day, we drove to a new place.  The first day, we drove to Mendocino and then stopped at Jughandle State Reserve.  At Jughandle there was this freaky guy that ran to our car asking to use our cell phone because he has a "situation" and his "client" had an accident in the porta potty.  This guy was truly weird and we weren't sure what to do, so we told him our cell phone was dead.  When he went back to the porta potty, he had thrown some clothes on the ground and there was crying coming from inside.  So, we called 911 and they sent out the sheriff.  We don't know exactly what happened, all we know is that it left us with an uneasy feeling.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we found out that dogs are not allowed in any of the state park trails....all the places we wanted to go.  So, we ended up driving and driving and driving as far north as we could stand.  We ended up past Westport and pulled over to have lunch in the redwoods.  Gorgeous trees they are, embedded in a forest of ferns and clover.  Huggy found a creek and got all mucky - Huggy loves to be mucky. The drive back took us through Mendocino again so we stopped to see what all the fuss is about with this town.  It's like any other quaint coastal town with specialty shops.  We got some fudge, divinity and a carmel apple and took off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was nice to get away from laptops and cell phones for a few days, but I doubt we'll go back.  I beat Les at his own card game (best out of 11 games, to be fair) and that was nice because I never beat him at anything.  Note to reader....never ever ever play Monopoly with my husband....he has a freakish way of having no money and all property mortgaged and the next thing you know, he has ALL the money and you have nothing.  You'll end up selling yourself to him to pay off your debts.  It's a sad sad thing to end up a Monopoly whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our digi cam is out of service, so we had to take pics the old fashioned way...it was so foreign to take 35mm photos.  They have to be developed and all that bullocks, so I'll post them whenever I get around to it.  It's amazing how much you don't realize you're totally into instant gratification until things start to become anti-instant!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-115752172540889158?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=115752172540889158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/115752172540889158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/115752172540889158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/09/north-coast-road-trip.html' title='The North Coast Road Trip'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-115673379213916371</id><published>2006-08-27T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:52:27.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Update 8/26-27</title><content type='html'>Saturday I woke up and made Les a proper English breakfast.  Well...as proper as I can handle anyway...I just can't bring myself to buying/preparing black pudding (blood sausage) so I made him chicken sausage instead.  Alongside was baked beans, tomato slices, toast and bacon.  My breakfast was quite different because I am the healthy one in the relationship.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran six miles on the Los Gatos Creek Trail.  My preparation for these half marathons coming up has been less than existent.  If I want to even finish these races, I need to run at least three times a week, I'm lucky if it's even one.  Too much time at the gym.  I need to run.  So I did:)  And I broke Huggy in the process.  She's getting too old to run with me any distance over three miles.  Poor girl has very sore paws today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the last pool party of the summer at Shawn's house (no pics this time...camera was dropped on the floor for the last time of it's life...it doesn't want to work anymore)  Was nice to see the usual suspects, the music was excellent as usual....it doesn't hurt that I'm totally doing the DJ, so I get to listen to the good music all the time:D  The water was refreshing although I only like to soak and tan in the pool anymore, I think I'm done with actual swimming until next tri season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, we went for a hike at &lt;a href="http://www.sccgov.org/portal/site/parks/menuitem.244564f66e6d425580b558bb35cda429?path=%2Fv7%2FParks%20and%20Recreation%2C%20Department%20of%20%28DEP%29%2FFind%20a%20Park%2FCoyote%20Lake-Harvey%20Bear"&gt;Coyote Lake Trail&lt;/a&gt; with our friends Melanie and Steve.  I think our trek took us just under ten miles.  It was a great workout:)  Afterwards we had In 'N Out Burger:D  Melanie &amp; Steve just moved here from Utah and are the active type, so we've got lots of things to show them.  They also snowboard, so we're definitely going to take many Tahoe trips together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-115673379213916371?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=115673379213916371' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/115673379213916371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/115673379213916371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/08/weekend-update-826-27.html' title='Weekend Update 8/26-27'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-115639032436489183</id><published>2006-08-23T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:52:27.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Neglected Cracklins:(</title><content type='html'>Okay, it's been months.  Guess I just lost interest for a while.  But I realize that this blog kept me kind of sane by giving me a place in the world to force my thoughts out of my head.  So, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I've done since last post (in most recent order...because the memory ain't what it used to be):&lt;br /&gt;1) Tour d'Organics 100K bike tour with &lt;a href="http://porkcracklins.net"&gt;Sheri&lt;/a&gt;.  Beautiful ride, even better being with my buddy but the promise of local organic fare left a lot to be desired....there's only so much freakin' fruit you can eat during a ride...give me bread and meat please!  I know it was a vegan event....I was in way over my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  Les and I went to the new rock climbing gym with  &lt;a href="http://www.larryandsheri.com"&gt;Larry and Sheri&lt;/a&gt;.  They belayed us and it was so much fun, I'm fairly certain we are hooked and will do it every other week or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  Training for TWO half marathons in October - The inaugural &lt;a href="http://www.rnrsj.com/home.html"&gt;Rock 'n Roll San Jose&lt;/a&gt; half marathon and the &lt;a href="http://www.svmarathon.com/"&gt;Silicon Valley&lt;/a&gt; half mary on my company's team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)  &lt;a href="http://www.iamkt.smugmug.com/gallery/1787960/1"&gt;BBQ at the Carter's &lt;/a&gt;.  Had some friends over, ate yummy food, opened the bottle of Absinthe we brought back from the UK in January.  It sure smells pretty, but lights your throat/esophogus/belly on FIRE when you drink it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)  Joined Bally Fitness Center and got myself a personal trainer to boot my ass into shape.  I think muscle memory has gotten the best of me, so Lawrence is completely kick-starting the metabolism:)  It's hard work but also a lot of fun because he's become a good friend too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)  &lt;a href="http://chriscut.com/gallery/Shawns-Pool-Party-6-10-2006"&gt;Pool party&lt;/a&gt; at our friend Shawn's house.  Managed to work up the confidence to put a bikini on....and realized after seeing the &lt;a href="http://www.bayareaeventphotography.com/users/bayareaeventphotography/docs/MPP2006/index.htm"&gt;photos&lt;/a&gt; that I really shouldn't have done that!  Hence the reason for personal trainer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)  Every Thursday &lt;a href="http://www.iamkt.smugmug.com/gallery/1521236/3/73105145"&gt;is FHT again&lt;/a&gt;.  This was a house music gig that Les started up four years ago, but it fizzled out.  Now we're at SoFA Lounge in downtown San Jose and it's a perfect happy hour gig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)  I got an "A" in the business class I took in college:)  Will do more classes this fall.  Shit!  That's NOW!  Guess I should register, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where the memory fades...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-115639032436489183?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=115639032436489183' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/115639032436489183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/115639032436489183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/08/poor-neglected-cracklins.html' title='Poor Neglected Cracklins:('/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-114931766776592235</id><published>2006-06-02T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:52:27.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Cat Blogging #52</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.eatstuff.net"&gt;The newly engaged Clare&lt;/a&gt; is celebrating an  anniversary....one full year of weekend cat blogging!  She's been bringing together all of us cat lover's each week and delighted us with very entertaining photos of her very own Kiri.  He is an acrobat, a box chewer and he does the same weird upside-down-kitty thing that Stella does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/1600/Can%20You%20Find%20The%20Kitty.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/400/Can%20You%20Find%20The%20Kitty.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, this week's celebration is supposed to bring all of our kitties out to party and show their favorite toys.  I have decided to show you what Stella did the other day....her favorite toy is now a squirrel that torments her in the back yard.  Similar to the way that this brushtail possum &lt;a href="http://eatstuff.net/2006/05/20/wcb50-possum-for-dinner/#comments"&gt;torments Kiri&lt;/a&gt;.  This photo was captured as she was chasing the squirrel up the tree.  Her first hunt, her first tree climb and the best photo op ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.iamkt.com/pics/meow1.gif"/&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Those of you that would like to join in the kitty blogging fun, visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eatstuff.net"&gt;Clare at Eatstuff&lt;/a&gt; and provide your permalink to her in the WCB comments.  If you'd rather post your doggie pics, head on over to &lt;a href="http://www.sweetnicks.blogspot.com"&gt;Sweetnicks&lt;/a&gt; and do that too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-114931766776592235?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=114931766776592235' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/114931766776592235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/114931766776592235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/06/weekend-cat-blogging-52.html' title='Weekend Cat Blogging #52'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-114931606872470541</id><published>2006-06-02T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:52:27.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know I love kebabs?</title><content type='html'>Oh yes, I can eat kebabs every single day and not get sick of them.  Veggie kebabs are my absolute favorite, but you have to throw some meat on the grill too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/1600/DSCF1544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/320/DSCF1544.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I soak the skewers in water for a few minutes so they don't burn up on the grill before  the food has a chance to cook on them.  After alternating zucchini, onion, mushrooms and red peppers, I rub them with olive oil and shake some veggie seasoning on them.  I found this spice mix that is heavy on the lemon pepper and it makes the kebabs taste really bright.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I marinated the chicken in my &lt;a href="http://www.iamkt.com/recipes/ktmarinade.txt"&gt;very own marinade&lt;/a&gt; for a couple of hours.  The citrus in the marinade tenderizes the meat and makes it super succulent and tasty-fied.  I used chicken breasts for this, but dark meat would be okay too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put them on a hot-ish-but-not-too-hot-grill and let the fire to it's magic. Yum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-114931606872470541?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=114931606872470541' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/114931606872470541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/114931606872470541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/06/did-you-know-i-love-kebabs.html' title='Did you know I love kebabs?'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-114824846237144734</id><published>2006-05-21T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:52:27.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carribean Spice Rubbed Chicken &amp; Pineapple Salsa</title><content type='html'>Mom brought over the latest Fine Cooking edition and she wanted so badly to beat &lt;a href="http://www.porkcracklins.net"&gt;Sheri&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.notasgoodasporkcracklins.blogspot.com"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt; to the punch to make a recipe from this mag for once, we gathered all of the ingredients and had ourselves a nice dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few different rubs that this issue brings forth, but the Carribean spices seemed the most tantalizing to me.  I love cumin and brown sugar together...so it was immediately a winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/1600/may19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/320/may19.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After pounding the chix breast, I coated them with the spice rub and threw 'em on the barbie.  They cooked quickly, barely gave me enough time to make the pinapple salsa.  I didn't follow the recipe for this, I gave it my own twist be leaving out the radishes and substituting black beans instead as this was an actual side dish, not just something to top the chicken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-114824846237144734?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=114824846237144734' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/114824846237144734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/114824846237144734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/05/carribean-spice-rubbed-chicken.html' title='Carribean Spice Rubbed Chicken &amp; Pineapple Salsa'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-114817320294805568</id><published>2006-05-20T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:52:27.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Cow, this blog needs attention!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/1600/buddystellacuddle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/320/buddystellacuddle.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here is my first post in a while....just in time for Weekend Cat Blogging #50:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a look at the past and present lives of two very lazy cats.  Stella the killer and Butterscotch the patriarch.  The first photo was only taken eight months ago...look how big our Stella is already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.iamkt.com/pics/meow1.gif"/&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Those of you that would like to join in the kitty blogging fun, visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eatstuff.net"&gt;Clare at Eatstuff&lt;/a&gt; and provide your permalink to her in the WCB comments.  If you'd rather post your doggie pics, head on over to &lt;a href="http://www.sweetnicks.blogspot.com"&gt;Sweetnicks&lt;/a&gt; and do that too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-114817320294805568?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=114817320294805568' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/114817320294805568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/114817320294805568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/05/holy-cow-this-blog-needs-attention.html' title='Holy Cow, this blog needs attention!'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-114489837464969578</id><published>2006-04-12T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:52:27.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hobo-Ghetto Ride 2006 - The Adventure of all Adventures!</title><content type='html'>The adventure goes as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended a wedding in Sac the night before and was up all night with a couple of drinks in hand...so I got no sleep!  My hubby and I stayed at the Hyatt downtown so the drive was a non-issue.  I woke up around 7am and fortified with some breakfast (an egg, a croissant, fingerling potatoes, asparagus tips and orange juice - hey, I'm going to take advantage of room service whenever I can!) and headed out the door to meet my faithful training partner Sheri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/1600/start.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/200/start.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;In the beginning&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheri drove us over to West Sac to the start of the American River Trail (ART).  We took our time getting ready because it was cold, gray and miserable...and I was a *bit* tired;)  After the tires were all pumped up and we were packed with energy gels and gum, we hit the trail and were very excited.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/1600/flooded.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/200/flooded.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;Flooded ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got one mile and were faced with a flooded path.  I mean...flooded big-time with nowhere to go but back the way from which we came.  When we got back to the car we looked at the trail map and realized we could catch the trail from a bike path and footbridge in the middle of downtown.  Then we realized that Sheri had a flat tire!  So, because we are never beaten by flat tires, weather, floods or anything else for that matter.  She fixed her flat and we took the five-mile detour to get to the ART once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/1600/sheriwater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/200/sheriwater.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;Sheri through water&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That detour led us over a couple of foot bridges that were currently being occupied by hobos with brown bags and although it was a *bit* scary, we trudged on with our super-fast bikes and got out of danger very quickly.  At the junction where we were to hook up with the ART, we stopped to talk to the park ranger and he told us of a shortcut that would eliminate having to go through any majorly flooded trails, but there would be a *little bit* of water we'd have to ride through to get there.  We can totally handle a little bit of water, so we carried on and followed his directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/1600/end.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/200/end.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;End of ghetto trail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 miles later and at the END OF THE TRAIL.... we realized we had been led down the wrong path (literally).  I guess the fact that we were nowhere near the shore of the American River should have tipped us off, but we didn't catch on.  We're not that smart.  We are in Rio Linda for feck's sake!   We stopped for some more fuel at the corner market and high-tailed it back to the ART direction.  We were almost to the junction to get on to the ART, when we encountered a freakin' train that was stopped and blocking our crossing!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/1600/jumptrain.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/200/jumptrain.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;Jumping the Train&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trains cannot stop us either, by the way.  With very little coaxing, I managed to talk Sheri into jumping the train through a couple of boxcars!  We are soooooooooooooo bad!  Sha...like I'm really going to wait for a train to move before I do!  Got pictures of that.  The adrenaline coursing through our veins because we were scared to death that it was going to start moving at any second was i-n-s-a-n-e.  Such a rush.... note-to-self.... don’t do this again...it was not a smart thing to do:D  We saw a guy on the other side of the train that was trying to find a way around the train.  We offered to help him jump the train like we did, but he declined.... we called him a weenie and went on about our business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/1600/socks.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/200/socks.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;Sock Dryer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We eventually made it to the trailhead where we would eventually catch up to the river.  This ride was cool.  Because of the water we had to ride through, my socks were soaked and making my feet freeze off.  So, we stopped and I took them off and put them on my aero bars to dry off.  This is really what aero bars are for, by the way.  We rode for what seemed like years.  It was a beautiful trail and nice to see the river so high.  The ART is not flat; it's got lots of rollers with switchbacks that make it completely fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheri and I have a habit of pushing each other beyond what we expect from one another, this is why we make good training partners.  For example, when I wanted to stop and eat, she made me ride more.  And when she wanted to stop and take a nap, I made her ride more.  We did stop for lunch at a burger place near the end of Arden Road.  We had chicken sammies and water.  It was perfect for being 26 miles into our ride.  We decided that since our detour from earlier tagged on an additional 12 miles to our ride, we were not going to be able to do the entire ART.  So, we figured out that her grandma lives about 7 miles (as the crow flies) up the trail in Fair Oaks that would be a good place to turnaround.  So we decided to pay her a visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/1600/break.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/200/break.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;Break at Nimbus Dam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, starting after eating is the toughest.  After food, I want a siesta!  But Sheri took the lead for a while and got us to 37 miles.  I took the lead at that point and pushed us to 40 miles because I wanted to have an even number on my bike computer before turning around for the day because I'm OCD like that sometimes.  And wouldn't you know it, the side road we went down ended at Nimbus Dam at exactly 40.00 miles?!  I swear, freakish things like that happen to us all the time!  We hung out at the end of the Dam for a while and took some pictures, had a snack and talked a little bit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/1600/grandma.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/200/grandma.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;Sheri &amp; Grandma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got back on the ART and headed towards Grandma's house.  She was so happy to see Sheri and it was good to sit in a warm house for a while.  Her Grandma is very nice and even gave me one of her new tubes of chapstick because I was whining about my dry and wind-chapped lips.  It was starting to get dark and the threat of rain that had been looming all day was slowly becoming a promise.  We said goodbye to Grandma and made our way back to the ART.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the next 5 miles or so we lolly-gagged and messed about and got off our bikes and stretched.  And we laughed and goofed around in delirium because this day was long and we were spent.  Then the rain fell and it was time to get home.  So, I told Sheri to get on my wheel and I'd take us all the way to the trailhead in downtown Sac.  I threw my bike into a big gear and mashed for an hour straight and we averaged between 16.8-17 mph the entire time! That was hellish hard work but I was in the zone and completely proud of the fact that Sheri was mashing right with me while catching a nice draft:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last 5 mile leg into old Sac was fairly uneventful aside from the fact that we were soaked to the bone and so ready to get off the bikes.  We got a *bit* lost at the very end because the trail disappeared, but when we caught sight of the park where the car was anxiously awaiting us, we squealed with glee and sang our silly little songs all the way to it.  We loaded up the bikes and ourselves, changed out of our wet gear and hit the road for home.  Was an absolutely brilliant day of riding.  Can't wait to do it again:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Mileage = 67 long miles&lt;br /&gt;Total Ride Time = 5.5 hours&lt;br /&gt;Total Time Out = 8 hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the &lt;a href="http://iamkt.smugmug.com/gallery/1333976"&gt;pics of the adventure&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably need a nap after reading that!  Just thought I'd share:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-114489837464969578?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=114489837464969578' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/114489837464969578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/114489837464969578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/04/hobo-ghetto-ride-2006-adventure-of-all.html' title='Hobo-Ghetto Ride 2006 - The Adventure of all Adventures!'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-114442567685476547</id><published>2006-04-06T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:52:27.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I finally found chimichurri!</title><content type='html'>I absolutely and 100% l-o-v-e chimichurri sauce.  Les and I get it from the Santana Row Farmer's Market on Sundays.  Because it's been raining and we've had other things to do on Sundays, I've been without my chimichurri. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was browsing around &lt;a href="http://www.epicurious.com"&gt;Epicurious.com&lt;/a&gt; - a site I don't normally like but Sheri pointed me to a recipe that I was willing to try tonight - parsnip and sweet potato puree....and I found a recipe for flank steak chimichurri sauce there!  Oh I was so happy.  Yes.  Happy about chimichurri - you don't understand....it's like a wonder-condiment.  You can put it on eggs and pasta and potatoes and everything else that you could think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/1600/DSCF1255.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/320/DSCF1255.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although it was drizzling outside, I started up the grill and threw the seasoned flank steak on it.  I love the smell of anything being made on the grill.  It takes me back to the days when I was younger and my dad would make us steak and ribs in Georgia on our grill.  Happy times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-114442567685476547?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=114442567685476547' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/114442567685476547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/114442567685476547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-finally-found-chimichurri.html' title='I finally found chimichurri!'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-114379067217258240</id><published>2006-03-30T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:52:27.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitty in the Window for WCB #43</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/1600/DSCF1052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/320/DSCF1052.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a gorgeous little terrorist.  Seriously...the cat must have ties to a splinter cell here in the bay area because she is 100% certifiable and wacky-do.  But she is cute and she provides hours of entertainment;)  Especially when she is in the window and chatters uncontrollably at all of the birds that fly by the window.  Vicious killer she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.iamkt.com/pics/meow1.gif"/&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Those of you that would like to join in the kitty blogging fun, visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eatstuff.net"&gt;Clare at Eatstuff&lt;/a&gt; and provide your permalink to her in the WCB comments.  If you'd rather post your doggie pics, head on over to &lt;a href="http://www.sweetnicks.blogspot.com"&gt;Sweetnicks&lt;/a&gt; and do that too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-114379067217258240?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=114379067217258240' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/114379067217258240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/114379067217258240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/03/kitty-in-window-for-wcb-43.html' title='Kitty in the Window for WCB #43'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-114378864039976192</id><published>2006-03-30T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:52:26.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Au Gratin Potatoes</title><content type='html'>Okay, during my long bout of PMS last week I was craving comfort food.  This was the first thing that came to mind.  Who doesn't love creamy and cheesy potatoes?  I'm not sure if you can be trusted if you don't like creamy and cheesy potatoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/1600/gratin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/320/gratin.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was my very first time ever making au gratin.  I had always been terrified of it for some reason, but that was all for naught.  This was simple.  I used half a stick of butter, 2 cups of sharp white cheddar, 1 cup of muenster and 1 cup of heavy cream!!!  That was as bad as I've ever allowed myself to be when cooking.  I am not sure if I can bring myself to making that again.  Unless of course, the PMS makes me do it:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-114378864039976192?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=114378864039976192' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/114378864039976192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/114378864039976192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/03/au-gratin-potatoes.html' title='Au Gratin Potatoes'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-114378835459468975</id><published>2006-03-30T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:52:26.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spinach and Feta Pork Tenderloin</title><content type='html'>We all know that I am Sheri's Mini-Me...so when &lt;a href="http://www.porkcracklins.net/archives/000344.html"&gt;she made a version&lt;/a&gt; of this, I had to do it too.  Admitedly, hers looks much better....but that's how it will always be because she actually follows recipes.  I cannot conform to recipes.  I am a rebel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/1600/stuffed%20tenderloin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/320/stuffed%20tenderloin.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made a dry rub for mine that was just a bit too spicy.  I like spicy...but this was not enjoyable spicy.  I also cooked it too long, so it was spicy and dry.  Will not do that again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-114378835459468975?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=114378835459468975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/114378835459468975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/114378835459468975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/03/spinach-and-feta-pork-tenderloin.html' title='Spinach and Feta Pork Tenderloin'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-114378718699721640</id><published>2006-03-30T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:52:26.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken Roulades</title><content type='html'>The very first time Sheri had the hubby and me &lt;a href="http://www.porkcracklins.net/archives/000253.html"&gt;over for dinner&lt;/a&gt; she made these for us and I was immediately hooked.  Especially when she told me how easy they are to make.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/1600/chickenroulades.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/320/chickenroulades.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pound chicken breasts thin and season with salt and pepper.  Place a layer of basil, sun-dried tomato and goat cheese over the chicken and roll them up.  Secure with toothpicks and bake until golden brown and cooked through.  So easy.  So good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-114378718699721640?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=114378718699721640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/114378718699721640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/114378718699721640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/03/chicken-roulades.html' title='Chicken Roulades'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-114349094568772593</id><published>2006-03-27T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:52:26.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, I'm back on blogging:)</title><content type='html'>Man, that was a long bout of PMS.  I actually got a bit depressed during that time and a bit overwhelmed with work and school.  But I am back to bring you photos of food gone wrong as well as charm you with my banter regarding life as a triathlete and mom to furry childrens:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to let you all know that I have been very disciplined in my workouts for the past couple of weeks.  It got a bit rough when I had no energy, but my faithful training partner, Sheri, made sure I was motivated and got the job done.  So, feelin' good and starting to look that way too.  My legs are shaping up from all of the squats, lunges and leg presses.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby has been working out with our long-time friend Marz at the gym.  I'm very proud of the two of them for getting their DJ arses in gear:D  They go to a different 24 Hour Fitness than Sheri and I do.  But for some reason Sheri and I decided to go to their gym last week and it was totally skanky!  It was hot, humid and dank.  Oh, but the best part was the 80's chick in the hot pink tights with silver thong up her ass.  She also had a hot pink braided head band and the frizzy 80's bleach blond hair.  The only thing that was missing were leg warmers....but I bet she does own some.  She had a nice body, but she was seriously out of place and I felt sorry for her because everyone was laughing at her.  You know she put those clothes on and looked in the mirror and thought she looked damn good.  But someone forgot to slap her into reality!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-114349094568772593?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=114349094568772593' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/114349094568772593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/114349094568772593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/03/ok-im-back-on-blogging.html' title='Ok, I&apos;m back on blogging:)'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-114201178954522773</id><published>2006-03-10T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:52:26.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm definitely off blogging</title><content type='html'>Just don't care for it much these days.  Perhaps it's because I'm just too busy with work, school and training.  I'll still check on all of you guys from time to time, but I don't think I'm going to update this for a while.  Not unless there is something outrageously important - like a race report or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao:)&lt;br /&gt;KT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-114201178954522773?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=114201178954522773' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/114201178954522773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/114201178954522773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-definitely-off-blogging.html' title='I&apos;m definitely off blogging'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-114169921732730541</id><published>2006-03-06T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:52:26.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clean Up</title><content type='html'>Thanks to &lt;a href="http://lifeisnuts.blogspot.com"&gt;Nytro&lt;/a&gt; we're making an effort to clean it up.  And when I say "we're", I really mean I're and will force the husband to comply without making it seem like he's complying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nytro has consulted with a compound pharmacist about her PMS, raging hormones, illness and the possibility of estrogen dominance and adrenal fatigue.  She posted up a few questions posed by Dr. James L. Wilson, the author of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1890572152/103-6638303-4566223?v=glance&amp;n=283155"&gt;"Adrenal Fatigue"&lt;/a&gt;.  I was intrigued to say the least because I, by answering these questions positively, may be suffering from it.  I think a lot of women might be suffering from it and not realize it.  I have done some research on the world wide web...the in-ter-net, if you will, and have come to the conclusion that every damn doctor thinks they're an expert on this issue.  I did come across a site that was fairly impartial..but also had a product to sell.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I did learn, though...is that estrogen dominance is not necessarily a bad thing as long as the progesterone in your body balances it out at the right time.  An estrogen imbalance causes lots of female issues like loss of libido, fatigue and increased mood swings.  What we can all do to help out our friend progesterone (rather than take a progesterone pill) is take in less estrogen by switching to hormone-free and free-range/oranic products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first step I'm taking to see if I can get some things back to normal.  I never even thought about it.  If the cows and chickens are ingesting hormones and I eat them...that means I'm eating the hormones...and I don't need anymore of those, thank you very much.  So, it's Trader Joe's and Whole Foods for all of our meat and fish from now on.  I love those stores, they just aren't very conveniently located. Well, it's a small price to pay for my health, right? Right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-114169921732730541?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=114169921732730541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/114169921732730541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/114169921732730541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/03/clean-up.html' title='Clean Up'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-114161666108220863</id><published>2006-03-05T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:52:26.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My  Oma and Opa</title><content type='html'>I love finding old photos of my Oma and Opa from when they were a young couple in Germany.  You could tell they were in love, this is such a great photo.  Look how nicely dressed they were.  Oma in a dress and Opa in a tie...they took the time to look nice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have been married for over 50 years and my Opa has some health problems.  My Oma is still as strong today as I remember her as a young child.  She takes very good care of my Opa and makes sure that he keeps up with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my Oma's chubby cheeks and stocky body.  I have Opa's intolerance to stupidity.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.iamkt.com/pics/omaandopa.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-114161666108220863?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=114161666108220863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/114161666108220863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/114161666108220863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-oma-and-opa.html' title='My  Oma and Opa'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-114161552451511807</id><published>2006-03-04T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:52:26.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roasted Chimichangas</title><content type='html'>You know I'm about guiltless food, and this is one of those things that I will return to over and over again.  Compliments of Sheri - as usual.  You see, I can't think for myself when it comes to deciding what to eat.  So, it's Sheri that comes through and gives me ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I browned some ground turkey &amp; onions and placed a little bit inside of a whole wheat tortilla.  I topped that with a little bit of mozzarella cheese, roll it all up and place it seam-side down on a cookie sheet.  Bake at 350 for 20 minutes and then chow down:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I like this so much is because instead of frying the mini burrito, you bake it.  It still gets nice and crispy without the horrible guilt that goes along with fried foods!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.newkinetics.com/~carterk/BlogFood/chimi.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-114161552451511807?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=114161552451511807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/114161552451511807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/114161552451511807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/03/roasted-chimichangas.html' title='Roasted Chimichangas'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-114101886503527348</id><published>2006-02-26T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:52:25.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stanford Treeathlon Race Report</title><content type='html'>500 Meter Pool Swim - 10:26&lt;br /&gt;T1 - 3:06&lt;br /&gt;20K Bike - 45:59&lt;br /&gt;T2 - 2:34&lt;br /&gt;5K Run - 32:10&lt;br /&gt;Total time - 1:35:27-ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an amazingly excellent day! My goal for this race was just to improve on last year's time of 1:47:00 and I did that for sure:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The swim was in an olympic sized pool and you do four laps around the perimeter to make up 500 meters. I lost the pack on the second lap. I'm just not a strong swimmer, if I could commit myself to more pool time, I'm sure that would change. But for now, I just don't have the time. Besides, I aged-up this year which means I'm in a super-dee-duper competitive age group which consists of 30-34 year old women...they are animals! I was pretty much on my own for the last two laps and was one of the last to leave the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-1 was all about trying to get warm and getting into my bike shoes. It took a bit longer than usual to get myself sorted out for some reason. Probably because I was....damn cold! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting out of the pool and into the transition area was tough, the water was warm (80 degrees!) and it was damn cold outside....so the leg muscles tend to contract and say "I don't wanna do what you want to do on that bike, are you crazy?" But you have to force them to listen to you because you are, in fact, the master and they must obey! The bike course is fairly hilly in the beginning with a respectable climb up front and some little annoying and energy-zapping rollers along the way. Halfway through the ride, you get to a downhill and flat section where I really made up some time. I got myself in aero and mashed a little bit (yes...when I want to go fast on a flat section I mash okay?).  I think I averaged 20mph on that home stretch. In other words, I killed the course like I knew I would. Last year I managed to get TWO flat tires. So it was awesome that didn't happen again. I passed two women in my age group and that's always a good thing:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into transition area again after the most excellent bike ride and I slipped off the bike shoes and into the running shoes. Out of the helmet and into the hat. I honestly don't know what took me so long here, I'm usually never longer than 45-60 seconds...oh well.  Off you go KT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dream the other night led me to believe that I was going to get a podium spot for this race. In fact, I was supposed to come in second place in my age group. F*$&amp;*ing lying-ass subconscious! I was nowhere near second place at any point during this race! As a matter of fact, the two women I passed on the bike ended up passing me on the run. Damn them all to hell! I did manage to keep running the entire time and that was really my only goal for the run portion. Last year I had to walk quite a bit because I had cramps in my legs. This year, my legs felt great and full of life:smile:  Oh, and the volunteers are all liars. Every single one of them said "you're almost there!" for three straight miles! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/1600/finish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/320/finish.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;Big Smile at Finish Line!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually somewhere around 88% okay that I don't place in races because this is pure fun for me. Nothing in my life depends on whether I win a triathlon. But there is the competitive gene in me that wants it. It wants other things more....like a college education...and that's where my time priorities are at the moment:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading, have yourselves a great season;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://iamkt.smugmug.com/gallery/1235571"&gt;Link to Treeathlon photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-114101886503527348?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=114101886503527348' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/114101886503527348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/114101886503527348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/02/stanford-treeathlon-race-report.html' title='Stanford Treeathlon Race Report'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-114161450115976895</id><published>2006-02-25T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:52:25.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinncinnati Chili</title><content type='html'>I picked Sheri up at her house so that we could pick up our Stanford Treeathlon race packets and on the way home, we stopped by the store.  Since I had no idea what I was going to do for dinner that night, I copy-catted her idea and we did our identical shopping:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not your typical chili, it's less stick-to-your-ribs and more like soup.  It had amazing flavor even though I didn't follow the recipe to it's exact instructions...when do I ever?!  I used chipotle chili powder instead of regular chili powder and it was super spicy!  Really good nonetheless, I served it with some whole wheat spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients in my cute little silicone cups and the obligitory glass of wine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.newkinetics.com/~carterk/BlogFood/ing.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add the above to the ground turkey and onions in the large chili pot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.newkinetics.com/~carterk/BlogFood/cinbefore.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished product...YUM!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.newkinetics.com/~carterk/BlogFood/cinafter.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-114161450115976895?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=114161450115976895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/114161450115976895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/114161450115976895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/02/cinncinnati-chili.html' title='Cinncinnati Chili'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-114050340445140904</id><published>2006-02-20T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:52:25.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kick Ass!!</title><content type='html'>Oh - my - God.  I thought my ass was going to start growing into the couch with as much laziness has been going on this three day weekend!  PMS totally sucks but today I kicked it to the curb:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boycott to winter continues....the sun was out so I wore my short bike shorts and a t-shirt on my ride....even though it was around 60 degrees and colder with the wind I was cutting through.  I don't care, if the sun is out I'm a very very very happy girl:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to ride the course that I'm racing next Sunday.  I totally tore-it-up!  I started at the beginning of Foothill Expressway, a road with very wide bike lanes and a rolling terrain.  I turned onto Page Mill Road for a couple of climbs and then hit the Arastradero Loop with more climbing.  I continued the loop onto Alpine Road where I put it in a big gear, got in aero and booked it all the way to Junipero Serra where I continued said booking:D  I felt sooooooooo good.  There is something to be said about tapering...although my laziness was not really considered a taper...it's just what I'm calling it:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a little song in my head (I make up songs for everything) that went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;Every day the sun is out is a good day to get on the bike, get on the bike, get on the bike...YYEEAAHHH  YYEEEAHHH YEEEAAAHH! &lt;br /&gt;Repeat about 200 times:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total mileage - 23&lt;br /&gt;Total ride time - 1:27&lt;br /&gt;Average Speed - 16.3 mph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/1600/thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/320/thumb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;I give the thumbs up to today's ride and my faithful GB&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got home, I ditched the bike helmet and grabbed the dogger and ran for 30 minutes.  Was my first brick of the year and it was a-w-e-s-o-m-e:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-114050340445140904?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=114050340445140904' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/114050340445140904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/114050340445140904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/02/kick-ass.html' title='Kick Ass!!'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-114040415142396054</id><published>2006-02-19T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:52:25.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NACHOS!</title><content type='html'>Oh man...sometimes you just have to be bad.  And then the hubby asks for snacky things for dinner and you realize you need to be *really* bad!  Well...it wasn't that bad, these nachos are certainly better than any you'll find at any authentic mexican restaurant.  Don't they look yummy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/1600/DSCF0961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/320/DSCF0961.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*Round corn chips&lt;br /&gt;*Vegetarian refried beans&lt;br /&gt;*Lean ground turkey - all spiced up with cumin, chile powder, salt and hot sauce&lt;br /&gt;*White cheddar&lt;br /&gt;*Jalapeno/Queso dip - the worst part of it...but if I'm going to do nachos...I'm going to have creamy cheese on them:P&lt;br /&gt;*Reduced fat sour cream&lt;br /&gt;*Fresh salsa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-114040415142396054?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=114040415142396054' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/114040415142396054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/114040415142396054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/02/nachos.html' title='NACHOS!'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-114037672396932437</id><published>2006-02-19T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:52:25.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I should be studying....</title><content type='html'>But I'd rather make a German Pancake:)  So easy, so quick...so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.5 c flour&lt;br /&gt;.5 c milk&lt;br /&gt;3 eggs&lt;br /&gt;pinch salt&lt;br /&gt;pinch baking powder&lt;br /&gt;3 tbsp butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat oven to 425 degrees and put butter in an 8x8 baking dish in the oven while it warms up.  Mix all other ingredients together and add to the baking dish, cook for 20 mins....voila!  You have German Pancake.  I spruced mine up today though and added the following:&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp vanilla&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp cocoa powder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/1600/DSCF0958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/320/DSCF0958.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/1600/DSCF0957.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/320/DSCF0957.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I topped it with chocolate syrup.....methinks that means I'm exhibiting the beginning signs of PMS:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-114037672396932437?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=114037672396932437' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/114037672396932437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/114037672396932437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-should-be-studying.html' title='I should be studying....'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-114037194014991337</id><published>2006-02-19T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:52:25.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Dog Blogging #22</title><content type='html'>Huggy loves trips. Anytime you're going out the door, she wants to go.  Typical for a dog, I guess, but the look of unbridled excitement she gets when she actually can tag along is priceless.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We planned a trip to Tahoe and would drop Huggy off in Placerville (Grandma's house) along the way so we could do our snowboarding....for some reason, they don't allow dogs on the slopes...go figure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/1600/huggy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/320/huggy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huggy was in the car waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay before everything else was packed in.  She was there for an hour before we were ready to leave!  And after all that waiting, she's still as excited, look at that face, she's my angel:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like to join the weekend dog blogging, head on over to &lt;a href="http://www.sweetnicks.blogspot.com"&gt;Sweetnicks&lt;/a&gt; and send her your permalink:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-114037194014991337?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=114037194014991337' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/114037194014991337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/114037194014991337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/02/weekend-dog-blogging-22.html' title='Weekend Dog Blogging #22'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-114032602339290432</id><published>2006-02-18T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:52:25.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Cat Blogging #37</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/1600/hidey1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/320/hidey1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stella loves hidey holes, so when Les lays on the couch, he makes her a little cove of throw pillows under his legs.  She crawls in and stays there for hours.  It's super cute because she's not very affectionate, so this is as close as it gets to her giving him some lovin'.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/1600/buddy.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/200/buddy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a great close-up of Buddy doing what he does best...looking regal/confused.  He's 18 this year and the alzheimer's and senility is setting in, but I still love him to pieces:)  There are not many opportunities to capture him on camera because he moves around a lot, but this was a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.iamkt.com/pics/meow1.gif"/&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Those of you that would like to join in the kitty blogging fun, visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eatstuff.net"&gt;Clare at Eatstuff&lt;/a&gt; and provide your permalink to her in the WCB comments.  If you'd rather post your doggie pics, head on over to &lt;a href="http://www.sweetnicks.blogspot.com"&gt;Sweetnicks&lt;/a&gt; and do that too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-114032602339290432?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=114032602339290432' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/114032602339290432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/114032602339290432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/02/weekend-cat-blogging-37.html' title='Weekend Cat Blogging #37'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-114032474048674892</id><published>2006-02-18T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:52:25.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Kitchen Stuff!</title><content type='html'>Hubby and I went to Santana Row today to pick up some dress pants that Les bought the other day.  As we were passing all of the shops, here's a quick conversation we had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says, "What can I buy the wifey today?"  &lt;br /&gt;Sheepishly, I said, "awww...nothin'."  &lt;br /&gt;And he says, "Come on, what do you want?  Do you want something from Sur La Table?"  Then my eyes lit up - but I tried to hide my enthusiasm - I said, "sure:)"  Just like that....when I talk, I add emoticons in real life:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/1600/newstuff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/320/newstuff.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here is what I ended up with:&lt;br /&gt;1) Cake Decorator Set - I'm making cupcakes tomorrow, thanks to &lt;a href="http://bakingbeast.blogspot.com/2006/01/cupcakes-my-new-addiction.html"&gt;Emily at Baking Beast&lt;/a&gt; I've been craving these yum yums for a little while.  Anyway, I want to pipe the icing on the way she did, but I had no tools...now I do!&lt;br /&gt;2) Ceramic Slicer - Now I can get the onions done twice as fast without so many tears&lt;br /&gt;3) Clips - for open bags of things that I'm too lazy to put into airtight containers&lt;br /&gt;4) Slotted Spatula - I don't know why I need it, but it's yellow and it spoke to me.&lt;br /&gt;5) Slotted Egg Flipper - Why not?!&lt;br /&gt;6) a 2 cup measuring cup - &lt;a href="http://www.porkcracklins.net"&gt;Sheri has them&lt;/a&gt;, so should I:)&lt;br /&gt;7) Veggie Peeler - my other one broke&lt;br /&gt;8) Lemon zester/curler thingy - again...it's yellow...and I think I need it:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-114032474048674892?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=114032474048674892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/114032474048674892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/114032474048674892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-kitchen-stuff.html' title='New Kitchen Stuff!'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-114038911261104869</id><published>2006-02-14T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:52:25.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>Les was so organized for Valentine's Day this year, that my flowers arrived a day early, on the 13th:D  I was working from home that day and was all giggly and giddy when the flower guy brought me the goods:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/1600/vdayflowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/200/vdayflowers.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My hubby is a total stud, he knows what to say and how to say it and never says anything he doesn't mean.  Here's how the card read, "To the angel who stole my heart, in love with you always and forever and a day and a lot longer.  Lxoxoxoxox"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-114038911261104869?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=114038911261104869' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/114038911261104869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/114038911261104869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-113989760391332549</id><published>2006-02-13T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:52:21.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Big...BIG Ride</title><content type='html'>Oh. My. God.  &lt;a href="http://www.porkcracklins.net"&gt;Sheri&lt;/a&gt; chose our bike ride route today.  She's been banned from making those decisions until it's been deemed (by me) that she can handle the responsibility! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/1600/elevation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/320/elevation.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was climbing that started from mile ONE man!  I'm not kidding...I'm being totally serious.  Then there was more climbing for the next ten freaking miles!  If you're thinking to yourself right now "oh, Katie...don't you think you're exagerating a little bit?".  Well - I'm not, here's our elevation map from Sheri's GPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/1600/sign.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/320/sign.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whilst we were riding along minding our own business, this very rude reflective sign post popped up out of nowhere and viciously attacked Sheri.  It tried to murder Sheri, if you will. Do you think I'm exagerating again?  Think again -------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/1600/injury.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/320/injury.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was her very first fall....ever....and she did get an injury out of it.  We didn't think she'd have anything to show for it because her arm warmer was in tact...but underneath looked like this &lt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/1600/cow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/320/cow.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After all of that crazy climbing was done with, we did our usual messing about.  A few breaks for snacks and a little chit-chat.  The ride itself was actually gorgeous.  There were lots of cows and horses and a bunch of switchbacks coming down the Sunol grade that was quite pleasant.  We started in Milpitas and rode all the way out Calaveras Road into Sunol.  We had lunch at the only deli/cafe in town and gabbed about everything we always gab about. We talk a LOT.  Check that - Sheri talks a lot - I only listen and nod my head in agreeance...it's a great partnership:D   After we fed our bellies, we headed out towards Fremont on Niles Canyon Road....which seemed to be going downhill for 6ish miles...but the massive headwinds actually slowed us down and made us work quite a bit.  DAMN that was hard work!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/1600/end.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/320/end.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we are at the end of the ride, all tuckered out and hungry.  When Sheri got home she slept for five hours and ate an entire pizza upon waking up.  When I got home, I curled up with a heating pad because I got some monstrous cramps and slept for a few hours.  When I woke up I wanted an entire pizza...but our house lacks pizza...I had to settle for butternut squash soup with crouons and melted Istara cheese:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total mileage - 42ish (GPS didn't capture the entire ride)&lt;br /&gt;Total elevation gain - over 3000 feet&lt;br /&gt;Total ride time - 5+ hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a data whore like Sheri is &lt;a href="http://trail.motionbased.com/trail/invitation/accept.mb?view=dashboard&amp;episodePk.pkValue=456706"&gt;here's a link to Motion Based GPS&lt;/a&gt; dashboard...it will even have you believe that we went 144.5 mph at some point during the ride!  I told you my bike was fast:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-113989760391332549?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=113989760391332549' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/113989760391332549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/113989760391332549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/02/big-bigbig-ride.html' title='Big Big...BIG Ride'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-113972364954745174</id><published>2006-02-11T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:52:21.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Cat Blogging #36</title><content type='html'>This is our Stella burrowing in "her" blanket.  Everything in this house is hers.  There's not one thing that she doesn't own in this house!  Anyway, she loves to play under the blankets.  It makes it a bit difficult when trying to make the bed in the morning because there's always a kitten in the bed ruffling up my sheets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.iamkt.com/stella/stellapano2.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.iamkt.com/pics/meow1.gif"/&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Those of you that would like to join in the kitty blogging fun, visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eatstuff.net"&gt;Clare at Eatstuff&lt;/a&gt; and provide your permalink to her in the WCB comments.  If you'd rather post your doggie pics, head on over to &lt;a href="http://www.sweetnicks.blogspot.com"&gt;Sweetnicks&lt;/a&gt; and do that too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-113972364954745174?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=113972364954745174' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/113972364954745174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/113972364954745174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/02/weekend-cat-blogging-36.html' title='Weekend Cat Blogging #36'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-113964139060231358</id><published>2006-02-10T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:52:21.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It feels good to stay on target</title><content type='html'>This week totally tore me apart, but in a very good way.  I started back at college and am taking two classes while working full time AND training for this season.  This was the first week that I was completely on track and it felt wonderful.  The more I have on my plate, the better my life is.  I have to be busy...I'm German...which means I'm a workhorse.  If I'm not doing something, I feel like a lazy cow...and that's not good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Monday - Master's Swim 1 hr AM. This is quite a feat for me.  I am n-o-t a morning person, mornings and me = not friends.  However, for the sake of the fat layer that needs to remove itself from my body, I managed to get there on time at 7:30...AM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Tuesday - day off, worked from home - I love being able to work from home.  I get so much house stuff done while answering emails as well as consulting with clients.  I can do laundry while on a conference call!  It's cool:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Wednesday - Master's swim 1 hr AM - I am really loving these workouts.  I'm able to take the swimming efficiency I learned with Total Immersion and pairing it with the Master's organized workouts to really pull off a great workout with purpose.&lt;br /&gt;Ran 40 minutes PM with Huggy around the neighborhood..  Running is getting a lot better since I'm being faithful with gym workouts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Thursday - Afternoon run, 1 hr at Los Gatos Creek Trail with Huggy.  I love this trail, there's just something about the trees and the water that make me happy while running.  Hit the gym for an hour with Sheri after work.  Was a nice workout, I lead the arms and legs, she leads abs and stretching.  'Tis a good partnership:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Friday - Gym 1 hr after having a crazy work day.  I started getting a little PMSy and felt a major attitude problem coming on.  So I immediatley squashed it by working out the demons with an amazing workout with weights. Lots of squats and lunges too.  Demons, consider yourselves exercised! &gt;:-}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fridays are freakishly busy for me at work.  It makes no sense...I'm a banker...that means that people shouldn't have anything for me to do on Fridays because they should be getting ready for the weekend.  Why must the wait until the last possible moment on Friday afternoon to make me put out their fires?  Lame I tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have a bike ride planned with Sheri so we can get back on track with our HLS (if you can guess what that is, you get major points and possibly even a gift mailed to you) since she's been out of my life for the past month.  We have a LOT of HLS to make up for:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I am going to go for a hike with Huggy.  I took her to &lt;a href="http://www.bahiker.com/southbayhikes/stjosephs.htm"&gt;Lexington Reservoir&lt;/a&gt; last weekend and it was full of long climbs and was a great workout.  I'll probably chose a different trail though, just so I can learn new places in this beautiful Bay Area I live in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-113964139060231358?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=113964139060231358' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/113964139060231358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/113964139060231358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/02/it-feels-good-to-stay-on-target.html' title='It feels good to stay on target'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-113929227708054380</id><published>2006-02-07T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:52:20.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Iron Benny.....and anyone else that cares:D</title><content type='html'>Didn't I say a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;while&lt;/span&gt; ago that I was gonna help a brotha out with some food stuff?  Yes. Yes I did.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I have to tell you that I am in no way, shape or form an expert on food, food preparation or taste.  I only know what works for me and my busy schedule and that's what I'm going to share with you.  Here are 10 tips to start you out on a quick journey to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  Lean meat.  No-brainer really.  Turkey, chicken, pork tenderloin and the elk you just bought (score!).  They tend to be bland on thier own, but please refer to #3 below for further instruction:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  Salt.  Salt is your friend.  It enhances the natural flavors of food and makes everything taste better.  I use kosher salt, have it in a little &lt;a href="http://www.surlatable.com/common/products/product_details.cfm?PRRFNBR=9925"&gt;remekin&lt;/a&gt; next to the stove for easy access to sprinkle over whatever I'm cooking.  Since you're an endurance athlete, a little extra salt is not going to kill you anyway.  You're working your electrolytes daily, so replenishing is a good idea:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  Marinate.  When I come home from the grocery store, I immediately marinate whatever I have bought to cook for the week.  Usually a pork tenderloin and some chicken breasts.  The greatest marinades (IMO) consist of soy sauce, citrus, citrus zest, honey and spicy chile sauce.  I have a recipe on my site that works wonders for meat and poultry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)  Pound.  In order to speed up the cooking process you must pound your meat thin....(not that meat you sicko!) Do this by layering, say, a chicken breast in between two sheets of plastic wrap and use a heavy pan to flatten it out to about 1/4-1/2 inch.  Then you marinate it:)  Thicker cuts of meat like a roast or pork tenderloin get seared quickly in the pan on high heat and finished off in the oven.  I like the brown crust it gives and it also keeps it moist this way since you've basically made a juice barrier by searing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)  Roast.  I roast everything.  All of my veggies get showered in a bit of olive oil, salted and then thrown in the oven at high heat (400 degrees) for 15-20 mins.  They are nice and carmelized, sweet and still crunchy.  I like to actually taste my food.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)  Grill.  While the veggies are roasting, I'm grilling the pre-marinated protein.    And since I've pounded it flat, it takes very little time to cook on each side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)  NO CROCKPOTTING!  For feck's sake man, I can't believe that Nytro actually wants to join the ranks of folks that cook like this. It's an abominiation to food to throw it all together and make every mushy thing taste like the previous bite.  Gross.  And crockpotters...no need to be hatin'..it's my blog and I can say what I want! I can only think of one good thing to make in a crockpot and that's chili.  Everything else....you're just being lazy.  Good food doesn't take that long to make.  Get fresh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)  Starch.  It's really just an afterthought at dinner for us.  I don't like eating pasta or potatoes at dinner because we eat late and it just sits in my belly all night.  But when I do, it's usually brown rice (I take a shortcut here and choose instant - you don't lose any of the good nutrients, but you do lose the time it takes to cook it!) seasoned with LOTS of fresh garlic, ginger, salt, pepper and olive oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)  Stir Fry.  Ingenius really....veggies and meat cut small and cooked on very high heat so it all cooks at the same time.  Yes!  Make your own sauce or throw some bottled sauce on it for flavor...or just salt it:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)  Magazines.  Fine Cooking and Cooking Light magazines offer up very well-written recipes that are full of flavor and don't take very long to make.  You usually have all ingredients on hand you just have to make the effort to follow a recipe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes time for me to make dinner, I usually just open the fridge and let my imagination take over.  I rarely plan my meals out, but here are examples of what we have for dinner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pork tenderloin, garlic mashed potatoes and roasted veggies&lt;br /&gt;*Chicken enchiladas (soooo easy!  ask me for the recipe if you want it) with whole wheat tortillas and roasted veggies&lt;br /&gt;*Boboli pizza with ham, pineapple, veggies and low-fat cheese&lt;br /&gt;*Grilled chicken breasts, creamy polenta and spinach salad&lt;br /&gt;*Turkey burgers with oven-roasted fries and salad&lt;br /&gt;*Chile Verde (bite sized pork cooked in a bottled salsa verde) with whole wheat tortillas, vegetarian refried beans and spanish rice&lt;br /&gt;*Stuffed pork chops, green beans and brown rice&lt;br /&gt;*Wasabi Pea Tuna, cucumber and tomato salad&lt;br /&gt;*Broiled salmon, stuffed portobello mushrooms and spinach salad&lt;br /&gt;*Whole wheat spaghetti with turkey meatballs and ceasar salad&lt;br /&gt;*Turkey sloppy joes with whole wheat buns and salad&lt;br /&gt;*Potato and Leek soup with grilled cheese sandwiches.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are all I can think of right now.  It's all a sad reminder that I've got to go shopping.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay to the outside of the grocery store aisles unless you're shopping for bread and pasta.  You'll find everything you need on the outside.  Although I have been guilty of caving in and buying a box of Kraft Mac'N Cheese...it's not a steady diet of it.  I stay away from most things processed and dehydrated and opt for fresh always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that helps....if not...you can always fall back on the crockpot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-113929227708054380?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=113929227708054380' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/113929227708054380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/113929227708054380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/02/for-iron-bennyand-anyone-else-that.html' title='For Iron Benny.....and anyone else that cares:D'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-113935155601153470</id><published>2006-02-07T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:52:21.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giant Bunny!</title><content type='html'>As soon as I saw this, I immediately thought of &lt;a href="http://tri-bunny.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bunnygirl of the Tri Alliance:)&lt;/a&gt;  Can you believe this rabbit?  It's as big as a three year old person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/1600/herman.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/320/herman.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;Herman the Giant Bunny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/cbbcnews/hi/newsid_4670000/newsid_4676900/4676904.stm"&gt;Here's a link&lt;/a&gt; to the article on the BBC website - get all your news from the Brits....they don't candy-coat anything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-113935155601153470?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=113935155601153470' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/113935155601153470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/113935155601153470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/02/giant-bunny.html' title='Giant Bunny!'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-113934879837814129</id><published>2006-02-07T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:52:20.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>baguette &amp; bleu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/1600/020506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/320/020506.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my very favorite things is bread with oil and vinegar.  All kinds of vinegar.  Today I had a hankering for red wine vinegar.  I sliced up some baguette and drizzled some of my yummy Olivas de Oro Seville olive oil and vinegar on top.  Sprinkled some salt for good measure:) and then put some very nice bleu cheese on it.  THEN as if that weren't enough, I served these with some pork tenderloin that I had made a little while beforehand.  You can't see that though, it wasn't ready yet:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-113934879837814129?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=113934879837814129' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/113934879837814129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/113934879837814129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/02/baguette-bleu.html' title='baguette &amp; bleu'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-113934771728739750</id><published>2006-02-07T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:52:20.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gnocchi with red wine sausage and fagioli</title><content type='html'>I've been reading some really impressive cooking blogs lately - &lt;a href="http://beyondsalmon.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beyond Salmon&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://lucullian.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lucullian delights&lt;/a&gt; and was inspired to Italian-up Friday nights' dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to &lt;a href="http://www.agferrari.com/"&gt;A.G. Ferrari&lt;/a&gt; in Palo Alto.  A place where &lt;a href="http://www.porkcracklins.net"&gt;Sheri&lt;/a&gt; and I have eaten lunch together in the past after her ITB massage therapy.  I loaded up my basket with some potato gnocchi, red wine sausage, borlotti (cranberry) beans and tomato and basil sauce.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/1600/020406.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/320/020406.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This came together very quickly.  Very effortlessly...boil the gnocchi, sautee the sausage and heat up the beans.  Toss it all together in a Italian type pasta bowl to be authentic and MANGIA!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://notasgoodasporkcracklins.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt; and her suggestion of the book "Everyday Cooking with Wine" by Andrea Immer, I have been educating myself on what types of wine to have with meals and I chose, Barbera d'alba, a medium bodied red and it was perfect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-113934771728739750?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=113934771728739750' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/113934771728739750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/113934771728739750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/02/gnocchi-with-red-wine-sausage-and.html' title='Gnocchi with red wine sausage and fagioli'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-113868267572097390</id><published>2006-01-30T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:52:20.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/1600/bowling.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/320/bowling.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I went bowling Friday night and it was a lot of fun.  Although I was fairly grossed out by the pair of shoes I got.  And when I asked for the Lysol, the woman thought I was joking.  I was NOT joking.  Give me the Lysol dammit!  I got the oldest, rankest shoes ever.  Hubby got a new-looking pair of shoes but they were still warm from the previous wearer!  Gross!  He asked for the Lysol too:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not post our scores because they are very sad, but we both got two strikes in a row during one game:)  I love spending cheesy fun with my hubby, it's the best:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-113868267572097390?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=113868267572097390' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/113868267572097390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/113868267572097390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/01/bowling-shoes.html' title='Bowling Shoes'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-113859662392972545</id><published>2006-01-29T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:52:20.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tahoe Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/1600/snowroad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/320/snowroad.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the Tahoe on its inaugural trip to the snow.  This is the road that we chose to drive on....it was like being in Narnia...seriously!  It was fun in the beginning when this photo was taken...but 5000 foot elevation later the soft powder ate us alive.  We bought the Tahoe specifically so it didn't need chains for our snowboarding trips.  Apparently not folks...not when you decide to drive down a road that is not maintained in the winter.  That's right &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;non maintained in the winter!&lt;/span&gt;  What this really means is the locals use this road as their playground and wait for stupid city folks to get themselves stuck in the snow.  This is what they live for...thankfully they do live for this because we would have been stuck for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after the mountain men yanked us out of the snow, we headed back the way we came to get to the normal road - the one that the snow plows drive on -  to South Lake Tahoe for a night of gambling and a *bit* of drinking:)  Early to rise the in the morning for a long day of snowboarding with our friends.  This is only my third time snowboarding and I'm severely addicted to it.  Can't get enough of it, want it all the time!  We've got our next trip planned for next weekend:D  &lt;a href="http://www.iamkt.smugmug.com/gallery/1149381"&gt;Here are some pics of the trip:)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-113859662392972545?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=113859662392972545' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/113859662392972545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/113859662392972545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/01/tahoe-trip.html' title='Tahoe Trip'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-113859477578546373</id><published>2006-01-29T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:52:20.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beer for Lunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/1600/coronalight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/320/coronalight.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a break from some shopping (probably at snobby Santana Row) and had myself a Corona Light:)  I've decided that I'm not going to be a slave to eating, training and having no fun at all.  Say it with me..."it's OK to have a beer for lunch if I want to"  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-113859477578546373?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=113859477578546373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/113859477578546373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/113859477578546373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/01/beer-for-lunch.html' title='Beer for Lunch'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-113859381013128204</id><published>2006-01-29T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:52:20.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef Roll-Ups</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/1600/teppanchef.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/320/teppanchef.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one Japanese Steakhouse that Les and I go to that makes the most amazing Teppanyaki.  From Wikipedia: Teppanyaki (鉄板焼き) is a type of Japanese cuisine that uses an iron griddle to cook food. The word "teppanyaki" is derived from "teppan (鉄板)" which means "iron plate" and "yaki (焼き)" which means "grilled."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/1600/012606.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/320/012606.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whenever we go to Kingswood or Gengi Teppan Steakhouse, we order the beef roll-ups.  It's very thinly salted and sliced sirloin flashed on the grill with clover sprouts and enoki mushrooms rolled up.  Let me tell you...t-a-s-t-y!  I've made them at home a couple of times and it's very easy.  Big taste payoff:)  I served mine with thai peanut noodles.  They were very easy as well.  I just cooked the noodles and stirred in peanut butter and orange juice.  You should all try this, it's super fast and super yummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-113859381013128204?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=113859381013128204' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/113859381013128204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/113859381013128204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/01/beef-roll-ups.html' title='Beef Roll-Ups'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-113850288646625282</id><published>2006-01-28T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:52:20.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Cat and Dog Blogging:)</title><content type='html'>You know....I must take about a billion pictures of my furry children....it's very hard to decide which ones to use.  I want to inundate you with fluffy cuteness, but I will resist the urge.  It could get out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/1600/bsoutside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/320/bsoutside.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we have Buddy and Stella venturing outside.  It's a rare occasion that this happens.  And when they do, they only stay out for a few minutes.  They are total fraid-y cats.  Any sudden noise from a neighbor dog or squak of a bird and they run in the house as fast as possible.  They rolled in the grass, scratched on the trees and came back inside when a squirrel jumped the fence:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/1600/stellabag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/320/stellabag.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And because this photo is just too cute to pass up, I have to share with you this one last photo of Stella inside my Sports Basement bag:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.iamkt.com/huggy/huggybone.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a story behind this photo of Huggy and the giant bone.  Huggy hates baths...absolutely H-A-T-E-S them.  If she is ever in trouble for toppling the trash...the first thing she does is run to the bathtub because it's the worst punishment she could ever imagine.  Nothing traumatizing has ever happened with her in the bath, I think she's just a big baby.  Anyway.  The other day I took her to Petco (where the pets go!) for a self-service bath.  Apparently their hot water heaters were broken so she had to suffer through a freezing cold bath.  She was a trooper.  I know the only thing getting her through it was the thought of the reward at the end.  It's tradition that whenever Huggy gets a bath, she is allowed to pick out *one* bone from the bone aisle.  She sniffs all of them and then licks the one she decides she wants.  Then we buy it and she eats it.  Well today, since she had to endure so much horribleness that was frigid water, she picked out every single bone she could...she picked 10 bones!  Including the giant beef-basted bone.  She managed to lick off all the basting - got it all over her clean paws and face as well as the carpet.  She finished it in one day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.iamkt.com/pics/meow1.gif"/&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Those of you that would like to join in the kitty blogging fun, visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eatstuff.net"&gt;Clare at Eatstuff&lt;/a&gt; and provide your permalink to her in the WCB comments.  If you'd rather post your doggie pics, head on over to &lt;a href="http://www.sweetnicks.blogspot.com"&gt;Sweetnicks&lt;/a&gt; and do that too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-113850288646625282?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=113850288646625282' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/113850288646625282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/113850288646625282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/01/weekend-cat-and-dog-blogging.html' title='Weekend Cat and Dog Blogging:)'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-113850152547083793</id><published>2006-01-28T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:52:20.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You guys are in for a lot of make-up blogging...</title><content type='html'>....I really hope you're up fer it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-113850152547083793?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=113850152547083793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/113850152547083793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/113850152547083793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/01/you-guys-are-in-for-lot-of-make-up.html' title='You guys are in for a lot of make-up blogging...'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10707043.post-113859031027716469</id><published>2006-01-17T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:52:20.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eggs...the necessary evil</title><content type='html'>I want to talk about eggs.  I only like eggs marginally.  They don't really excite me at all.  But I find myself making them quite often.  Not sure how it happens, but they find their way into my skillet more often than I'd like.  Hubby likes the eggs and I like to make him breakfast in bed on the weekends.  Here are two weekends worth of breakfastses.  In order to lighten them up though, I am not above using egg subsitute and I've also been known to rid the plate of all yolks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/1600/hubbybfast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/320/hubbybfast.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was actually a nice tasting wrap that I used some leftover pork tenderloin to complete it.  Whole wheat tortilla, scrambled eggs and sour cream all wrapped up nice and tight.  I love oranges for breakfast....love them:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/1600/011706.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/320/011706.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Egg substitute scrambled with minced onions and dried chile flakes.  Tucked into a whole wheat pita pocket and topped with some yummy bacon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/1600/stellabfast.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/839/320/stellabfast.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stella and Buddy are also on the guest list for breakfast in bed and they get their own little plate.  I am such a good/weird mommy:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10707043-113859031027716469?l=ghettocracklins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10707043&amp;postID=113859031027716469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/113859031027716469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10707043/posts/default/113859031027716469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghettocracklins.blogspot.com/2006/01/eggsthe-necessary-evil.html' title='Eggs...the necessary evil'/><author><name>it's only fuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192206292894127451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://iamkt.smugmug.com/photos/20549083-M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
