Green Smoothies

I’m pretty sure this was originally created by VitaMix, but here is the most helpful recipe I’ve found for green smoothies. Helpful because I really don’t like to follow recipes, preferring to abide by the “throw some in until it looks right” policy.

20140325-130344.jpgWe’ve been drinking a lot of these lately to get over being sick from this crazy weather.



Homemade Energy Tea

My husband works nights. It’s a hard job for him to stay up all night, and sometimes he needs a little extra caffeine. He always liked to buy energy drinks. Sometimes he would drink two or three of them every night. This was starting to hit our budget pretty hard.

So I started looking for an alternative. Everything I could find on Pinterest told me how bad energy drinks were. Yes, I agree energy drinks are not the healthiest drink out there. But I also know my husband and he doesn’t like “weird” natural stuff, plus he needed something to be able to stay up all night and work. So I came up with my own recipe. It’s healthier than a regular energy drink, but it still has lots of caffeine and sugar. It is also much cheaper than buying two cans a night. And he liked it and said it worked.

1 lemon
3 bags green tea
1 family sized iced tea bag
2 inches ginger
1/2 cup lemon juice (or another lemon)
3000mcg Vitamin B-12
60mg Ginkgo
1 cup sugar
6 cups water

Shred ginger and slice lemon. Mix in pan with water and vitamins. I just use supplement pills and they dissolve. You can put in whatever you like.

Pour in the water. Simmer on low for around 30 minutes.

Strain out the lemon and ginger. Mix in the sugar while the tea is still hot.

Fill the bottles you are going to put the tea in half full of cold water. (I was reusing water bottles at first and accidentally melted one by adding the tea first.)

Fill the bottles the rest of the way with the tea mixture.

You may need to add more sweetener depending on your tastes. I use liquid stevia.

Refrigerate then enjoy.

The Customer – Always Right?

The little boy stood at the counter, his chin almost resting on the edge. “Can I have some ranch sauce, please?” he asked. Cute? Well, it was cute the first time. And sort of the second time. But this was his third trip.

It all started when a large family came in today while I was at work. There were two grandparents, two sets of parents, and about five children. It appeared that they were all traveling together. They ordered 40 chicken nuggets, a quarter pound burger, a hamburger, and two large drinks. They asked for barbecue, hot mustard, ranch, and honey mustard to go with their nuggets.

I began to get their order together as it came up from the kitchen. The only thing special they had requested was that their nuggets be extra crispy. While I was waiting for them to finish cooking, I started putting the rest of the order on a tray on the counter. The only problem was, every time I turned around, the tray wasn’t there. One of the family members would snatch it up each time I turned my back, and carry it over to where the rest of the clan was seated. Then they would send someone else to lie in wait for the next morsel of food.

Meanwhile, they admired our display of three cups that was sitting up on a shelf, showing the different sizes of drinks. “Your Monopoly game ended yesterday, right?” the mother asked.

“Yes, it did,” the cashier replied. “But we are still accepting winning game pieces.”

“Oh, ok,” the mother said. Then she reached out and took the medium and large cup (the only ones with game pieces) off the display and proceeded to peel off the game pieces. She kept the game pieces and gave the cups to her children. They went and filled them with soda.

After all of their food was gone – or at least I think they got it all – the parade started. One of the mothers stood at the counter holding her quarter pound burger.

“This is disgusting!” she exclaimed, while the customers in line turned to stare. “I can’t eat this.”

“What seems to be the problem?” I asked, trying to be the perfect concerned manager, while secretly hoping that she just forgot to tell me she didn’t want onions.

“Look at this,” she said, opening the box and pointing to her burger. “This burger has been sitting back there at least an hour and a half. The bread is stale and the meat is raw.”

I had just seen the kitchen crew toast the bread and cook the meat (which was not pink at all) but I did not point these things out to her. Instead I said, “I am so sorry about this, Ma’am. I will get them to make you a fresh one right away.”

I took the burger into the kitchen and asked for a new one to be made, this time with the meat extra well done. By the time I got back up front, the lady’s husband was standing at the counter holding the hamburger.

“You can’t expect my mother to eat this,” he said, opening the wrapper and showing me a perfect hamburger. “Why, the meat is raw.”

Again I apologized as politely as I could, and again I made a trip to the kitchen to request yet another sandwich with extra well done meat.

Then the sauce parade started. All five of the kids took turns coming to the counter and asking for sauces. Our policy is to give out four sauces for each 20 piece nugget, and since they had ordered 40 nuggets and four different kinds of sauce, I had given them two of each with their order. But each kid had to come and ask for sauces, and each kid wanted at least three of his chosen flavor. By the time the sauce parade stopped, I’m pretty sure they had a whole packet of sauce for each and every one of their extra-crispy nuggets.

Now it was time for seconds. One of the older girls came up and ordered a free quarter pound burger – using a game piece that her mother (or aunt) had most likely gotten off of one of the cups from our display. This time I was taking no chances. I ordered it with the meat extra well done without the girl having to ask.

Then one of the boys asked for some ice cream, again using a game piece to get it for free. By this time I was not sure if there would be anything left in our store by the time they were done.

Finally they began to pack up their things to leave. All of the extra sauce packets found their way into purses, and all of the soda cups (including the ones off the display) were refilled. They all went out the door, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

Then one of the boys came running back in. Breathless, he stood at the counter.

“Can I help you?” I asked as politely as I possibly could at this point.

“Yes,” he said. “I need eight forks and eight spoons.”

“What do you need them for?” I asked, trying my best to put up a feeble protest to this last uncalled-for pillaging of my store.

“My mom is going to fix dinner later and we don’t want to have to do dishes.”

I gave them to him. I know I probably shouldn’t have, but at this point, I just wanted them all gone.

Wii diet

Two years after my daughter was born, I decided it was time to get serious about losing the weight I had put on while pregnant with both of my kids. So two weeks ago I got a Fitbit Flex. It looks like a bracelet, but it measures your activity throughout the day. There is an app that goes with it on my phone, which allows me to log what I eat, and shows me a real-time graph of how many calories I have eaten vs. burned.

But my scale doesn’t have a battery right now, and I haven’t got one around the house. And of course I can never remember to buy one when I’m at the store. So I am using my Wii Fit program both as an exercise program and as a scale. When I start my daily workout, it will weigh me first and then say out loud “That’s Obese!”

Tonight it said “That’s Overweight!”

I got excited and started jumping up and down. Tommy just looked at me and shook his head.

“You’re the first woman I’ve ever seen get excited when the TV tells her she’s fat.”