Hey gang! Look at my little indulgent snacky-poo last night:
Wine and PB cookies! We had a bottle open from Sunday and I didn’t want the wine to turn; there was just enough left for each of us to have a glass. I also had some PB cookies because my bellah wanted something else. I had three of the little guys. Mmm Vegan PB cookies with whole wheat flour and maple syrup.
I finished my No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency book and I have to say this one was really bad. It was number 9 in the series and nothing in the book happened at all. Nothing. It was ridiculously boring and I’m a little bummed. Why do series end up sucking? I’m now reading Under the Dome by Steven King and we’ll see how that goes. His post-accident books tend to be really awful, but I’m trying to keep an open-mind!
I did not run this morning. I could feel my thighs this morning and there was no way they were going to want to do anything. Impromptu rest day, I can dig it! I slept in a bit and woke up ready to stuff my face. I love waking up hungry! I had a big honkin’ yogurt mess and then Rocks and I kicked it for a walk.
Lunch was usual with smoothie gloriousness:
- 1C Carrot juice
- 1C Unsweetened Cranberry juice
- 1C Pineapple juice
- Spinach
- Banana
- Frozen blueberries
- Frozen mango
It was delish but a little on the sweet side. Normally I only do 1/2 C of pineapple juice, a cup is too much I think. It was tart sweet.
Dinner was so easy! Leftover bigos pulled from the freezer! My version of course, all veggies and lotsa beans. Mmmm!
Let’s see if I can remember everything that’s in here:
- Tomato base
- Cabbage
- Sauerkraut
- Corn
- Black beans
- Kidney beans
- Onions
- Green pepper
- Potato
With some cheddar jalapeno bread on the side bought from Kroger with an approved ingredient list.
The following section I’m labeling as: What The HELL Target?!
Check out this crazy bidness! Remember a few months ago when I purchased some bellbottoms from Target and poked fun at myself for them but also mentioned how they make the bum look major? Well, they are my fave jeans and I wear them whenever I get the chance! Now I saw another pair on sale at Target, same exact style, make, and model. The only difference was color, the new ones are a very dark blue. For seven bucks you can bet I snatched those up. I tried them on and they were a bit tight but I just assumed:
1. They needed broken in a bit.
2. I just had a monster lunch so fiberful food bellah can have that effect sometimes.
They are the same size as the other ones, so why worry, right? I washed the suckers and dried them because dried jeans are softer and just all around better.
A few weeks later I go to wear my new jeans to meet up with a friend and I can barely get them on. Once on I cannot fasten them. Like, can’t even make the two sides meet.
WHAT?!
I know I didn’t gain any holiday weight so I was confused. What is up with this? Since there is nothing wrong with me something has to be wrong with the jeans right?
Check this shit out, favorite jeans on bottom, new jeans on top.
THEY ARE NOT EVEN THE SAME SIZE!
Even though they are technically the same exact pair of jeans and are supposed to be the same size, they are not. No wonder I can’t fit into them. I might be small but damn I’m not that small.
And then companies wonder why women have body image issues. Maybe it’s because you screw us on sizes and clothes people! Into the recycling bin they go. Bastards.
Has that ever happened to you? I honestly have never experienced this before so I’m a little gypsy-crazy over it because dang it I wanted another pair of those jeans.
Award!
Toronto-girl has tagged me with a beautiful blogger award! And I’m to tell you another 7 random things about me that you might not know. 
What can the topic be? How about…
What’s in a name?
1. I was named after my dad.
2. My nickname is Andie which you might sometimes see around these parts. Growing up in a household with two people of the same name could get confusing at times.
3. The only time my dad ever called me Andrea was when he had to raise his voice to try and get my attention.
4. My mom will always and forever spell my name as Andy, even though I’m a girl.
5. I never had to share my name with anyone during school. Even college, there was never another Andrea in any of my classes. I enjoyed that.
6. I have no middle name, two are enough!
7. In the early stages of Scott wooing me, he tried to impress me with the fact that he could spell my last name without help. Too cute!
Okay pretties, tell me some random factoid about yourself in the comments! Do your ears hang low? Do you have super sharp canine teeth? Spill it!
Bummer about the jeans!! That’s a shame that the company screwed up the sizes… Old Navy jeans are that way… I tried on the same size but in different styles and some fit perfectly and others I could barely get up over my thighs! Grrrr!! Very frustrating.
Your PB cookies and wine sound like a lovely snack!! Yum!! :)
dude what the heck with those jeans? I’d take ‘em back to Target! Jerks!
Random facts? Besides my coffee addiction? I once won a race but I consider the whole experience a fluke that will never be repeated and when it happened I didn’t actually believe it, I had to go look at the results board to prove it to myself!
My ego is fragile enough already! Something like this might send me over the edge. Actually, I experienced quite a bit of these mind-body image games trying to shop in the Philippines: sizes run much smaller so it was so humiliating to try on my ‘regular size’ and look like a overbaked muffin! Ugh.
Oh! And I love your new blog look – shows how long it’s been since I’ve visited.
Same exact thing happened to me at Gap!! Found this pair of super dark, super cute pair of jeans. Decided I loved them- 2 weeks later, ran in grabbed the same pair, same size in a lighter wash. Didn’t try them on, because I figured, why- it’s the same size and cut!
well, the new pair was so big! I don’t know what it is about dark washes- they’re so much smaller than lighter washes. Bummer about your sexy bell-bottoms!!
Here is what happens:
They pile a ton of material up on top of each other. They have a machine that cuts out the shape of the clothing item – so it looks like the pair of jeans or top or whatever. When it is lowered down on the big pile of material, as it’s cutting through several layers, things shift. Then everything gets sewn together and that’s why sizes don’t make sense.
Basically.
No, really – that’s why I try on everything (after I get home, never in the store – that’s so gauche ) even though I know I bought everything in the same size. Because of the way they cut the fabric, nothing is actually the same size.
Hugs!
lol – I love the randomness!!!! Thanks for playing along! :)
And I think Andy is a super cute name to have!
I took a bit of a rest day yesterday too – gotta listen to our bodies!
LOL. I thought your Target rant would be about how they already have bathing suits out. Seriously, Target? That is so strange the pants are two different sizes. I really hope that is a rare error…
I love your random factoids about your name! My random factoid… when I was a kid, my parent’s called me “Bunzie” as a nickname!
Frickin’ Target! I’m glad you were rationally able to solve this one. I would have used it as an excuse to beat myself up!