Cherub Babies on Crutches

In honor of the great webmistress of What I Ate Wednesday‘s hubs coming home from afghanistan last night, I give you “This week in WHAT THE F&CK!!” Ok, so it has very little to do with coming home from a WAR, and more to do with “this will make Jenn laugh, which will keep her from going all territorial murderer over anyone who comes within 10′ of her pilot for the next several days”. (Someone hide the shanks….check her lingerie drawer, they’re probably in there!!!)

While I was in line at Wendy’s, waiting to get my unsweetened iced tea the size of my head, this gem of a tattoo just jumped out in front of me.

Nothing says “summer fun” like a cherub baby on crutches with an arm sling. Why, if you have wings, would you need crutches? Also, how would a baby know how to use crutches? It requires some serious gross motor skills. And finally, aren’t cherubs supernatural? Shouldn’t they heal really fast? I know almost nothing on the history of the origins of cherubs, so this remains unclear to me.

I had a deep post for you today, all about giving up on some things and starting over, but that seemed to heady a topic when one of your besties hubs gets home from a mother trucking war zone.

I will leave you with this before going into what I consumed yesterday, and what you should consume later.

Life is short. It is too short to surround yourself with anyone less than the most uplifting people, who love and respect you wholly. It is too short to care about stupid crap like how you love the color yellow like whoa, but it makes you look like a vampire. It is too short not to take care in what you eat and how you move your body, so that you get the maximum benefit out of the vessel you were given to take you through this journey. It is too short not to “suck the marrow” out of it until you bleed it of its very last drop.

It is too short not to take pictures of extremely effed up tattoo fails, and post it all over the interwebs.

And then….EAT AND MAKE BALLS.

Breakfast was yesterday’s Samoa Protein Breakfast Bites, (or three) lunch was pb on whole wheat round, and perhaps an entire bag of carrots, dinner was chili mac and salad, and dessert/snack was goat cheese balls.

Speaking of goat cheese balls!!! I got the idea from Jenn’s balls, here. I just turned them on their head, mostly so I could text Jenn about how I was fondling her balls.

I made them sweet-ish. I went cray cray. I followed the same basic principles of Jenn’s balls, but they’re not mozzarella. I used a 4oz portion of goat cheese, processed in a food pro with dried figs, and a tiny bit of dried sage. I rolled them into balls, froze them, egg dipped them, flour dipped, egg dipped again, and then rolled in a combination of crushed organic O cereal and almond powder, I followed Jenn’s directions EXACTLY for making the balls, and then…I drizzled those bitches with honey and cinnamon. You’re going to want to eat these.