Friday, March 8, 2013

I have an addiction...to popcorn!

I love popcorn - like serious addiction. Hubby bought me a popcorn popper one year for Christmas as a last-minute, "I hope she likes this" kind of gift and I LOVED it! After seriously nailing savory popcorn that I like early on, I started thinking about what else I could do with popped corn.

My first batch was peanut butter chocolate popcorn! Wow was that yummy and Kyle ate way more than I did! I'll post that another time.

I love some sweets, but am much more of a salty or savory type of person. When salted caramel became popular, I was in heaven. Into my caramel popcorn. Do NOT think of that funky cracker jacks stuff - which is fine, but not my thing - this is caramel carried to your mouth lovingly by little while popped corn kernels.
Here is my first original popcorn recipe, Salted Caramel Popcorn.

Air pop about 8-10 cups of popcorn - set aside in bowls with enough room to mix!
Combine 1/2 c butter, 1 c brown sugar and 1/4 c corn syrup in sauce pan - melt for 5 min. Add 1 tsp vanilla, 1 1/2 tsp salt and 1/2 tsp baking soda. Coat popcorn! You will have to stir quickly before the caramel cools so that everything is coated.

Now, line baking trays with parchment paper or a little corn starch to keep from ruining your baking tray.

Finally - I added another drizzle of caramel. Melt some more butter and brown sugar with a pinch (seriously a pinch) of baking soda. Drizzle this all over the popcorn, sprinkle with some coarse salt and cool.

 Then the hard part....waiting....and waiting until it is cool - like an hour or two!

Enjoy!

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

What to do when your husband calls you fat!!

Riiight, like I would be with anyone so stupid. However, I had an experience that made me think about this idea and our collective outrage at anyone so mean, rude, hurtful and just plain stupid as to call a woman FAT!

An acquaintance of mine, I'll call her Irene because I don't know anyone named Irene, and I were talking about all kinds of worthless things. Now, Irene is a smart, successful and very dedicated woman. She is also a highly-awarded athlete! She is pretty, fit and very active. During our conversation, I mentioned something funny Kyle said regarding me not working out, or eating something crappy because we were / are trying very hard to be healthy. We have always been somewhat healthy, but we really kicked it into high gear. I can't remember exactly what my amazing hubby said, but it was something like, "You shouldn't have had that donut at the office. You better go to the gym tonight," or something. Irene looked at me surprised when I told her about the silly comment. Her reply was something like "Really?" with a look that didn't need any explanation. By Kyle saying whatever he did to me, he apparently had crossed into the realm of calling me fat!

I need encouragement. We all do. My two favorite things to do are eat delicious food (not CRAP food, I mean food worth eating) and sleep. I love my bed and snuggling with my dogs and hubby on a cold rainy day in my bed, only getting up to eat. So, obviously, I need encouragement! I wanted to get in shape and be healthier. That was what I, me, Katy, wanted. Kyle simply knew how to not let me fail. He used the same techniques I had used on him (more on that later). But why is it SO terrible for a husband to encourage his wife in something she wants? I want to run a 1/2 marathon and if Kyle DOESN'T annoy the crap out of me until I run out of the house just to get away from him, I will be upset. Why is this so terrible?

Like I said, I taught him how to do it. Kyle went to flight school. Oh, and it was so simple!!! What could possibly be hard about a 24-year-old college drop-out, bartender making a lot of money, getting motivated to go to flight school? It took probably eight - twelve months of nagging (I'll call it what it was) for him to finally get there. Time was spent by me searching school options, him calling several places, then losing interest, then finding it again, looking into loan options once he found a school, filling out paperwork, and more paperwork; then came the actual school!

Why is it not just acceptable, but acknowledged and awarded for me to annoy the living S*** out of him to go back to school, but he is an evil, controlling husband who is trying to tell me I'm not pretty enough when he makes me regret the F****ing donut I didn't want anyway? I want him to encourage me to be the best version of myself and that includes health!! Why shouldn't it?

It does! I encouraged him to quit smoking! WOW - talk about a weird social double-standard. A vice that will kill you - smoking and obesity (bad eating habits mixed with sedentary lifestyle). We make smokers drive three miles to smoke a cigarette during work hours, charge them more for healthcare, don't allow them anywhere in public, and yet on Friday's I find 25 boxes of Dunkin Donuts around the office (the culprit of this terrible donut of  my story). Kyle quit smoking after several attempts. I encouraged him, I hounded him, I guilted him (you spent enough on cigarettes that we could have gone to - insert nice resort in Hawaii here - in six months?!?). But if Kyle tries to keep me accountable for my fitness goals, he is what is wrong with men!

Now, I know Irene didn't say this is what she thought of Kyle. But it was written all over her face. And you know what, six months ago I would've had the same expression had I been listening to the story. But why? Why do we (all of us) complain about our health and try crazy diets and envy the skinny girl and hate ourselves the moment we order the cheesy fries with bacon, but yet we don't want anyone to encourage us and hold us accountable? Why, sorry ladies, do women in particular shoot down and punish our #1 fan and supporter the minute he tries to keep us on track to OUR OWN GOALS?

I never once take Kyle's comments the wrong way and always defend them. I told Irene I wanted him to keep on me so I reach my goals. That is what married couples, friends and family member do - we encourage each other because we love that person and want them to be successful in school, diets, exercise, quitting smoking, saving money...whatever! But we have to stop be afraid to give the encouragement and not be angry to receive it.

I'm going to eat another donut. It is going to happen. And when it does, Kyle will let me know he expects me to have some restrain, and that I will regret it (which I will). But, I will tell him how well I've done the past few days on my workouts and diet, and how I'm going running later. He will smile (cuz he loves me and knows I can't tell a lie - even about working out), and then he will order two glazed donuts to eat next to me.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Meet a Pit Bull

I love pit bulls. They are cute, sweet, loving, loyal, very smart and the underdog. I know many, many people out there don't like pit bulls, or THINK they don't like pit bulls because they actually don't have any idea what a pit bull is / isn't.

From a pit bull owner's/lover's perspective, let me explain this first. When you say you don't like pit bulls, or refer to them as "those mean dogs" or assume a dog attack involves a pit bull, you rip our hearts into a million pieces. We don't just think of the dogs we love at home, we think of the millions (yes, millions) of pit bulls put down every year. Many because of this type of breed discrimination. You know how you feel when someone says something mean about your child? (no one would ever DARE do that, right??) That is how we feel about our dogs. Except it isn't just our dog, it is ALL dogs who look like the dogs who own our hearts.

Pit bulls are good dogs! They are. If you aren't sure, ask a pit bull owner! We are so proud of our goofy bundles of love that we would LOVE to help you get to know the breed(s). Being unsure is ok, but don't let the unknown turn into fear. Pit bulls want your love too – and your spouse's, neighbors, children's love as well).  Please - pause, think about your feelings and then open your heart and mind.
Pit bulls were once the #1 family dog in America! Don't believe me - take a look at the American Kennel Club about the American Staffordshire Terrier (or one of many "pit bull" breeds). http://www.akc.org/breeds/american_staffordshire_terrier/.


Or visit StubbyDog - http://stubbydog.org/2011/01/pit-bull-facts/ it is hard to know how this beloved American dog could fall from favor so quickly and for reasons out of their control.
Did you know Sergeant Stubby (a pit bull) was the most decorated dog of WWI and the only dog promoted to Sergeant? http://www.cesarsway.com/news/Remembering-Sergeant-Stubby 

These are loyal dogs. They want to be with, and take care of their family. Once referred to as the "Nanny Dog," these dogs aren't bad for children! They play with kids, don't get upset when kids might tug a little hard on their ear or tail and are the absolute best snugglers EVER!

Lastly, I want to profile a Pit Bull owner for you:
Retired, high income, married couples
Young families with small children
Same sex couples
Single, big city gals
Outdoorsy types (Pit bulls LOVE outdoor adventures)
Newlyweds
Single guys (Man's best friend!)

Still uneasy? Ask me! I'm a pit bull owner and can't wait for you to get to know an amazing breed.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

You're not that busy!

One of my pet peeves (I have several) is "I'm just so busy." NO - you aren't. Everyone makes time for what is important. Saying that you are too busy is really saying "It's not that important."

I have the privilege of meeting and getting to know many amazing individuals by working in the nonprofit sector. These are people who have never uttered the phrase, "I'm just too busy."

They are parents of seven children who found a nonprofit after their fifth child is born with Down syndrome because they want to help other new parents of babies with Down syndrome. They are marathon runners, cancer survivors, single mothers and volunteers...all at the same time! (I actually know these people!)

Then there is one who always makes me feel lazy. To call her amazing and inspiring isn't enough, but I don't know what else to call her.

She is beautiful, but that isn't what is surprising. She is young, but again, that isn't an accomplishment. She is a successful business owner, which is nice. Oh, and she runs crazy races all the time. She is giving to others and of her time - that is impressive. She is a mother of two little boys, which I'm sure is harder than it looks. She volunteers on STARS' board of directors (thank you!) and two other terrific organizations in our community. She is the person who follows through, is reliable and dedicated. But while all of these things are on her list, she was battling a very serious illness.

This amazing young leader was told, at 28 years old, that she would need a kidney transplant. In the time I have known her, she has had a few "almost" transplants, that turned out to not happen in the eleventh hour. I think everyone around her showed much greater disappointment than she ever did. A simple post on Facebook to let everyone know that the surgery was called off, with an optimistic tone, was all I saw. One time she actually brought someone into STARS for a tour because "I didn't have anything else scheduled," after her surgery was cancelled. Finally, in spring of 2011, without much notice, she received her transplant! However, I'm pretty sure she never missed a beat with her other commitments during the entire process.

There isn't one thing that makes this woman something we should all attain to become, it is that she is so many things in one and doesn't seem to mind a bit or ask for sympathy or accolades.

In the words of this amazing woman:


“I always ask myself, ‘If service is the rent you pay for your existence on this earth, are you behind in your rent?’ My answer: ‘Never have been and never will be.’”

Monday, July 11, 2011

Money, Money, MONEY

Makes the world go 'round? or go crazy?

I pick crazy.

Here is the reality. Kyle and I don't make a lot of money. Period. I love working in the non-profit sector - I love what I do and where I work. What I don't earn in a paycheck, I receive a million times over in the satisfaction I get from making someone's world a little better. Kyle is a pilot. "What?!," you say, "I thought those pilots on the 747 I fly make lots of money," well, YES, THEY do. But a mid-20-something pilot who doesn't have a degree from a military academy or an "in" with a sweet job, does not make much...at all.  So there you have it. We are happy, but we are broke!

In this post-wedding clarity we have found that making new priorities is much easier than it was before the wedding. Getting total control of our finances and becoming financially secure is our #1 priority. So, in light of this, I am going to write about it!

Step #1: Kyle sold his car! He had a beautiful 2006 VW Passat which was in great condition. He sold it for more than he paid for it! Then, he turned around and paid cash for a 1995 Nissan Pathfinder, which is also in excellent condition! Savings = $200/month.

Step #2: Combining things now that we are married. The first thing we combined was our car insurance. By combining our policies, and Kyle getting an older car, we save $50 a month! Next is our cell phones. My contract is up in September so we will hopefully be saving more then!

Step #3: Changing service providers. First, we opted to leave the Vet we have used for 4+ years. They are very expensive and no longer 1 minute from our house. We are using the Banfield Vet at Petsmart for $25 / month / dog. If we even use this 3 times in one year (not per dog - total) we will come out ahead.

After these.... we are talking about getting rid of our beloved DirecTV and DVR. We are also talking about selling my car and buying something for cash to eliminate ALL car payments. Lastly, we are going to sell stuff! Kyle has already started selling some items on Craigslist, and we will continue to do that as well as have a garage sale this fall.

Writing about this will be fun! It will keep me honest about what works, what doesn't and force me to fess-up when we fall off the saving wagon. Wish us luck!

Till next time...

Friday, June 17, 2011

Post Wedding Planning Reality

Oh my goodness, I am a married woman! It is awesome!

Three weeks ago today, Kyle and I said our vows in a beautiful ceremony in San Francisco and everything went more than perfect. We were amazed how honestly perfect the whole day was. How did that happen?

The process was anything but perfect and happy. It was a straight pain in the behind! I learned a lot, however, about those who matter most to me, the strength of mine and Kyle's relationship, and that my family will be in my corner no matter what.

People get crazy around weddings, and not just the bride, people! If a woman is getting married and she gets upset about something, the automatic word is "Bridezilla." However, if she weren't getting married and the hair salon still messed up her hair and she got mad, that's no big deal. But, because it ended up the wrong color two weeks before her wedding...she is the dreaded "B" word.

None of that matters. When you put on that dress, whether is it an awesome vintage dress, bright pink, a $10,000 monster that doesn't fit into any closet, you feel like a Bride. It will hit you like something you cannot explain until it happens. And when it does, nothing else matters. You know you are about to make the walk you have dreamed about your entire life, you are wearing a veil (which will never again in your life be appropriate) and you might feel like crying (I did cry!) or you might feel like puking (I felt a little queezy) because this is the biggest moment of your life! None of the crap from the engagement matters.

As we danced our first dance with our 58 friends and family watching, we said to each other "We did it! That was it. We got married!" like we had to remind ourselves that we no longer had to talk about it - we just did it! It really happened. And it was perfect. It was OUR perfect. Everyone danced the night away, no exaggeration, drank way too much and had so much fun! We were humbled by the love that surrounded us and the memories that will last a lifetime.

Now, back to reality! What am I going to do now that I don't have to plan a wedding? Perhaps, all the things I've wanted to do the past 16 months but couldn't:
  • Write a blog!
  • Take MAJOR control of our finances
  • Get a hobby or two
  • Go Camping
  • Take some classes - photography, writing (again), cooking
  • Volunteer more
  • WHO KNOWS!

Monday, June 7, 2010

Wedding Planning and Reality

Remember when you were younger and would watch wedding movies like My Best Friend's Wedding (Julie Roberts, Cameron Diaz) and think that a wedding like this was normal?!?!

Then, on that romantic, perfect day when the man you love gets down on one knee and opens a little box with a sparkly trinket, your mind begins to drift to the perfect dress and images of your dream wedding - after you catch your breath and say YES with tears and shaky legs, of course!

Then a few weeks later you get out a calculator, vow to never talk to your mom or fiance about wedding details and dollar signs because it is just too stressful. You also vow to absolutely never watch Say Yes to the Dress again (who has $10,000 for a dress?!?!). Honestly, I just want to steal their dress, sell it on eBay and feed the hungry for a few days.

Kyle and I planned on waiting two years from engagement to wedding. I am in two other weddings, have bachelorette parties to make special, and a few other things along the way (buying a house, for example). After some heavy outside pressure, we then decided to wait only one year - why not cram everything into 2010? We (I) went wedding planning crazy and booked everything in about 8 weeks. After my new job turned out to be not-so-hot and I left for a new opportunity and finally had some time to think, we realized this wedding I planned like someone was holding a gun to my head, while it would have been beautiful, was NOTHING like what we wanted. So - we canceled everything and got our money back! Mom was not so happy, but no Save the Dates had been sent so we were safe.

Now, in less than two weeks, we fly back to the 'scene of the crime' (the proposal) in San Francisco to plan the wedding we dreamed of. Small, pretty, in the place where Kyle and I had the happiest day of our lives is where our wedding will be. No tiered cake, no bouquet toss, no dollar dance - just Katy & Kyle's style turned into one wonderful day!