I Used to be Cool, I Promise

I used to be cool. 

Like really cool. 

I used to be the one people asked what the plan was for tonight, on a Tuesday. 

I was a waitress in a bar and I was in college. All my friends were either bartenders or fellow waitresses 

Usually we loved each other until someone looked better than you and then you hated them.

Unless someone on the outside said the same and then there were your ride or die again. 

I partied all night and worked the next day, all while some how finding time to get a degree. 

I went on two week camping trips to see bands play all over New England. 

I up and moved to Italy for 5 months, just to come home and plan my next move to India.

The only thing I took care of was a hamster.

I purchased funnels at the hardware store and had no intention of changing my oil.

Hell I didn't even use my car! 

The only math I practiced was the tip on my bar tab, and balancing my checkbook was out of the question. 

Yes, at one point I was so cool. 

Today I go to bed at 9, the only time I stay up all night is when I'm cleaning up puke. 

The most recent crazy story involves a line similar to "my daughter said..." or "my son ate..."

I have to head home after work to finish sewing a pair of pants.

If I do go out I have an alarm on my phone set for bedtime so I don't miss the latest episode of Doc McStuffins, otherwise I will be so lost next week.

While tonight after work I wasn't invited out to the bar (I still love you guys, and don't worry I totally get it), my daughter looked me in the eyes tonight and said

" Mom I'm so happy you still wipe my butt because I'm just too lazy" 

Yeah I'm still cool. 

Big Fat Chicken

I'm supposed to be driving to New York City right now to attend Carrie Underwoods launch party for her new fitness line CALIA. 

Alas here I am sitting on the couch with my little man. 

There are so many reasons/excuses why I didn't go. 

It was totally out of my comfort zone 

It was a far drive

I would miss time with my family 

I didn't know what to wear

Pretty Little Liars is on

I gave myself so many excuses that I'm not even sure the actual reason I didn't go.

I decided last night and it's pure fate that I'm puking my cows out this morning (that's what Mabel says, no idea ) 

I would have loved to go. I think it's so important to get out of your comfort zone and do things that scare you. 

Apparently I just like saying it more than doing it. 

I have been slacking on working out lately  mostly because I can't stop feeling like I'm going to release the demons through my mouth at any moment. I know it's a valid reasons but I can't help but feel disappointed in myself. 

Maybe that's the biggest reason I didn't go. I don't feel the part. I don't feel like a cute fit pregnant woman. I feel like a whale who counts bathroom trips as workouts. 

My goal today is 30 min Body Pump.

It may not be meeting Carrie Underwood but it's more my speed today. 

Please tell me it's normal to not be running 30 miles a week right now! 

Quinoa Enchilada Casserole

This is super easy

Super yummy

And super filling.

Step one: brown one pound or so of turkey 

Add ingredients to crock pot

This recipie is very forgiving so I don't measure

Black beans 

Frozen corn

Diced peppers

Ground turkey

Enchilada seasoning 

Dry quinoa 

Salsa

Then you add one can of enchilada sauce and one cup water 

Stir well and cook on high for 2.5-3 hours or until the quinoa is a desired texture. 

You can add cheese when serving if you'd like. 

That's it!! Do you have a simple make ahead meal like this? 

Pyramid Schemes and 50% off Jewerly.

Have you ever been invited to a Tupperware party, or Lia Sophia,  in my case, and you get all this great food and drinks and you get to play with all these great products.
Then you look in catalog and you're like WTF $199 for a potatoe peeler?
BUT WAIT, if I have MY OWN party I can get the peeler for only $10 AND I get entered to win a lifetime supply of potatoes.
Then you get sucked into the cycle and it goes on from there.

WELL I got sucked into having a Lia Sophia party the other weekend. I immediatly regretted my decision, but I figured I would have some friends over with no strings attatched and have some food and drinks, and no talk. No showing jewelry, no games to guilt you into having a party, nothing.
Just hanging out looking around and having fun. If people ordered so be it, if they didn't who cares, we had fun.

The next morning I got an email.
Lia Sophia is going out of business and everything is 50% off. All booked parties are still being held but no further parties would be booked.
Good news for us!
 I figured I would share the link with all of you incase you wanted to get some good deals on Christmas presents.
Or to jazz up your current looks!
If you want to get it in time for Christmas make sure you order today.
 Shop Here
Just make sure you choose me (Candra Bergeron) as your hostess!

Tomorrow I am going to share a really yummy recipe for a make ahead lunch, or dinner for the whole week!

5 Times My Brain Still Thinks I'm in College

I haven't been out of school that long, but when I'm woken up by a slap to the face followed by
"Milk Mom, Milk Mom, Milk Mom."
It feels like an eternity.
Don't get me wrong I love my life just the way it is. I wouldn't change a second of it, but sometimes I'm not so postive my mind has gotten the memo that we are adults now.
Especially in these situations.

1. When Tony and I are going out for the night

Whether it be to a town function or a movie when I go to jump in the shower by default I go the fridge to grab a beer. My level is immediately brought down when the first thing I see in the fridge is not a beer but a half finished cup of juice and a million gallons of milk.
Oh yeah we are adults now.
Sometimes I even have a second lapse when I go to reach for a shot in between curls in my hair.

2. When I'm driving and MY JAM comes on. 

I've gotten better about this now that my daughter remembers song lyrics, but still it takes every single ounce of will power not to turn up the volume and rap every word to What's Your Fantasy by my man Luda

3. When I get a bill in the mail. 

Almost by reflex I toss it in a pile, and then reality slaps me in the face and I remember, Shit I actually have to pay those now or my kids will not have Mickey Mouse Club House and mommy will run away.

4. When I get a taste of booze. 

Literally even a whiff. My dance moves return, my desire to pee in alley ways, and my phone starts dialing random people. Then in the morning while I'm battling horrible headaches I have to scroll my recent call list and make amends.

5. When I'm home during the day and I'm hungry. 

I will seriously put together the most random meals. Like right now I'm thinking about how many things I can fit into a quesadilla.  At least now that I'm a semi adult my meals are more healthy than the mac and cheese, with cut up burger and pulled pork bowls I put together in college.

 

Does anyone else struggle with this? Please tell me at least one of you still drink beer in the shower and there's still hope out there.

Monday, Monday

For the month of December I have almost every Monday off.

Our office is always closed every Wednesday so now I have four days off a week. 

I knew these my days off are coming so I tried to plan them in advance. I had all these visions of handmade Christmas presents and everything clean and organized. Lo and behold it's my first Monday off and here I am still on the couch. 

I did make sure I bought a class package for Monday night workout classes so that I would be forced to get out of the house at some point. 

I'm also trying to stay on track with my running and get a short run and every morning. And by morning I mean at some point during the day. 

If you missed the big announcement on Instagram head over there and check it out (@camonlipstick). 

Pretty much it's my reason for being healthy and maintaining an active lifestyle for the next few months. 

Ain't nobody got time for cankles.  

I do hope these Mondays off allow me to get some things done around the house. Like those piles of laundry or maybe those weird letters that come in the mail every month. 

To make sure I run and stay on top of it I'm shooting for 50 miles in December.

I'm printing out two calendars to hang in front of the treadmill.

My poor neice doesn't know she is in on this too. 

And by poor I mean lucky!! 

Well I guess I should get to that laundry unless I want to start a nude treadmill running trend.