Christmas came early!!

Iiiiit's Friday! Happy happy joy joy. Why am I so happy and annoying this morning?!?! Because I got my Christmas present from the husband yesterday! Unfortunately (fortunately?) you all have to read through my food choices before I reveal it. That or you can cheat and scroll to the end of this post but I trust you're at least somewhat interested in food. Why else would you be reading this?I nibbled on some of this almond butter Wednesday night so I could have the perfect amount left to make oats in a jar for breakfast on Thursday. I always think of Snackface and her reference to "d*ck in a box" when I make this now. It is Christmastime after all.

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Made with 1/3 cup oats, water, half a brown banana, cinnamon and whatever AB was in that lovely little jar.

Not very voluminous is it? I've been using extra thick rolled oats and they don't seem to puff up as much as regular oats in the microwave. *And no, I don't microwave the jar.*

Mid-morning snack:

For lunch I brought some leftover tempeh stir fry,

as well as my daily apple.

Afternoon snack: Almond butter and banana quesadilla. No cheese was involved so I think that may be the wrong term. AB & B-adilla?
Whatever you want to call it, this totally hit the spot. Warm and melty almond butter, a slightly green and still firm banana and a crispy tortilla. I could eat about 7 of these. But since I had plans to cook a delicious dinner, I stopped at one.

So good, in fact, it deserved an extra photo.

For dinner I made some whole wheat spaghetti with fire roasted marinara sauce. I added some onion, mushrooms, ground beef and spices to the sauce. With steamed green beans and two pieces of delicious garlic bread on the side. *This is on one of my salad plates by the way, they're 8 inches across.*Ok, ready to see my Christmas present?? Now I know this is going to seem totally stupid to those of you who don't care about cars. My husband is a mechanic - I'm pretty sure that somewhere in my wedding vows I guaranteed a never-ending interest in the automotive industry. Anywho, I drive a Jeep. I love my Jeep. She is my baby.

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Quick fact about me: I'm also a girly girl. I take an hour to do my hair and make-up in the mornings, hate camping (too dirty), prefer vacuuming to mowing the lawn, find any occasion to wear heels and when I was little, could play for hours in mud and get nothing but my hands dirty.

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BUT I love big, intimidating, massive trucks and SUVs. My dream car? A Hummer. Ooohh yeah. My reaction to seeing a giant, lifted, shiny truck driving down the street is similar to construction workers seeing a half naked Gisele Bundchen walking down the street. I don't whistle (because I can't) but I sure stare and drool.

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My husband knows this about me - soooooo, he "borrowed" my Jeep yesterday. Then when I went to pick it up after work I found that he put a lift kit on my baby and bought me brand new 31" tires!!! (If you don't care about cars, again, I'm sorry you have to read this.)

Love. It feels so much taller when I drive it. Similar to me wearing those heels I talked about up above. Confidence in material form.Now, it's nothing close to his Jeep but I'm happy! Those are 35" tires. I have to take a running leap to even get into this monster. I made the mistake of wearing a short skirt once when getting into this....I flashed all of Moab, Utah in the process. I once told him that the first thing I noticed about him was his rugged, black Dodge truck. I wasn't lying. :)We've got a hockey game to attend this evening and then I'm finally going Christmas shopping tomorrow. I also have my work Christmas party tomorrow night - can't wait!