breakfast of champions

It isn’t everyday that I make breakfast. In fact, those days are few and far between. Yes, it is true that my eating habits leave a lot to be desired.

But when I saw this recipe, I knew it would get in my belly.

It was SO easy and you probably have most things on hand.

To make this deliciousness you will need:
• a pita or any flat bread, I used whole wheat
• an egg
• 1/2 an avocado
• lemon
• sriracha sauce aka heaven
• salt and pepper

You want to toast up your pita, meanwhile start frying up your egg. Mash the avocado onto the warm pita and top with a squeeze of lemon juice and some salt and a zig zag pattern of sriracha sauce. The zig zag pattern is very important. Top with the fried egg and some salt and pepper. Cut or enjoy whole.

You’re welcome.

my wedding venue

First of all, can I please get a round of applause for making arroz con pollo last night? I got the recipe from here and highly recommend it.

Secondly, when I skipped out on improv class, we headed to the park, Central Park, to take some photos. I knew there was a garden and I wanted to look at it but I had no idea it was the most amazing thing I ever saw. And no, I am not engaged. I repeat…not engaged.

And yes, if I ever get married, it will be here. Come hell or high water. Come hundreds of thousands or millions of dollars. It will be here.

Screw you, Napa. Central Park is the Yes, I did just say that.

I dare you to find a better venue. DARE.

And here are some amazing tulips for good measure.

Hope you all are having a good week so far. I definitely am missing the amazing weather from this weekend!

improv: week two

I could tell you I went to improv class on Saturday and we did traditional improv exercises like “yes, and” but that would be a lie.

I didn’t go to improv class.

Not just that I didn’t go, I couldn’t go. I physically could not make myself go.

My boyfriend ushered me out the door and down the elevator and as soon as I exited my building I had what only could be described as a mental breakdown. And I cried all the way to 77th & Lexington where I then decided to turn around and go home.

It isn’t that I’m afraid of improv, I just don’t know if I’m in a place right now to take three hours out of a Saturday and dick around with a bunch of people that I have zero in common with when I have so many other things to do.

Last week I did not make dinner once. I have not exercised in almost two years, mostly due to lack of time and lack of funds. I am not a runner, I will not run around outside and I’m lazy, so I can’t be trusted to go on a walk and not end up shopping. The apartment I live in, and have lived in for almost 8 months looks like we moved in last month and to add insult to injury, it’s always dirty.

So I couldn’t go. I don’t know why. But I felt like it was a waste of my time. That I wasn’t doing what I should be doing. That to spend three hours doing something utterly ridiculous was absolutely terrible.

I’m not sure if its the actual class or that it is a class and I’m required to do things. I hated school, not because I wasn’t a borderline genius, but because I hated rules and being told when and where I had to do something. 

We’ll see if I decide to go next weekend.

In the meantime, I think I should call my doctor and get that xanax…

five things with the urban slant

Hey guys, I am so excited about today’s five things because Julia is not only a blogging friend but a real life friend. That’s right, we hang out. Okay, we’ve hung out twice. But we gchat a lot and where I come from, aka the 21st century, that means we’re legit buds. I’ll be honest, I’m really pissed off at her right now because she’s moving back to Chicago like a real jerk. But I know she’ll be very happy there and super successful so I guess I’ll get over it. 
Hi! Julia here from The Urban Slant. I’m SO excited to be sharing some pretty neat things about myself with you today. Thanks Christin for having me dig deep and bring out my inner awesome weird-ness.

1. I love to count things but I HATE math. Huh? Yeah, specifically, I used to count stairs. I used to be able to tell you how many stairs are in someone’s house. The average amount of stairs from a ground floor to a second floor is about 16. NERD ALERT. What’s wrong with me?

2. I have an irrational fear of vacuums. It probably stems from my Dad vacuuming every inch of the house at 9am on Sunday mornings when I was usually hungover (drank in high school – total rebel). I mean let’s be honest, when a vacuum is on you CANNOT THINK ABOUT ANYTHING ELSE EXCEPT THE VACUUM. And if you know a way where you can, please tell me your secrets.
3. I have several split personalities. Before you think I’m a schizo, these are merely fun little accents that I do. I have “Latisha” and “Marcy”. Latisha comes out after a few cocktails, and Marcy comes out when I’m bored and want a good laugh. She’s a housewife from Omaha and has a wicked strong accent.

Photography by Eric Draper
4. The first time I ate fish was with the Dalai Lama. I was working an event for President Bush’s library in Dallas, and was seated inside (wasn’t supposed to happen) when lunch was served. It was fish. I don’t eat fish. I don’t even smell fish. Well, when you’re served seabass and His Holiness is a stone’s throw from you, you eat fish. And you smile.
5. I had my first job steaming dresses at a store around the corner from me at 14. I had a work permit, and made, gasp, $6.50 an hour. I loved the idea of making my own money, and I still do.