The “Good” Guys.

We all need to.

We all need to.

Have you ever heard the quote “A person who is nice to you, but rude to the waiter, is not a nice person”?

Ouf does that ever speak the truth.

I’m about to vent… Ready? Here I go…

SO this morning I’m riding the public bus to work… (yea I had to specify “Public” bus because you never know, I could be really cool and have my own personal get to work tour bus, complete with a giant picture of my face on the back). As I get to my seat, I notice that one of the regular guys on the bus (we can call him “white coat”), who is usually sitting with his female friend, was sitting alone and on the outer seat. His bag did look mighty comfortable on the seat next to him. Soooo spacious. Anyways, he always seemed like a nice guy, being friendly with his female pal, guiding her, opening the door for her and letting her pass first. Gentleman, right? WRONG.

Ever so slowly, I watched the bus get more and more full. I gave him the benefit of the doubt, thinking he would move over and graciously offer his seat to someone. Finally we reached a stop with several passengers; I glanced at my surroundings and noted that the bus had no more seats. Oh wait, nope. There was one more seat conveniently supporting a bag next to White Coat.

An older gentleman approached us and had a look of disappointment when he thought no seats were left on the bus. Just before he made his way to the front of the bus to stand for the rest of the ride, what did White Coat do? NOTHING. White Coat looked at the frail old man dead in the eyes and did not offer him a seat, an already empty seat.

Rude Rude Rude

Rude Rude Rude

What a gem. Come and get him ladies. A true gentleman awaits. Oh! He’s especially good at saving seats for your bag!!

Moral of the venting story is, don’t be an asshole. If you are an asshole, you’re not a genuinely good person. Look for the warning signs ladies. Swag is not a substitute for good.  Don’t date jerks.

Also, just to wrap this up, another quote I always liked was “Don’t marry a guy that you wouldn’t be proud to have as a son”. Dear ex boyfriend of mine, AMEN. Watching you be rude to your mom for loving you to much… What a good guy you are…

Hi, my name is Kathleen and I’m a blogger;

I am also slightly less frustrated now that I vented to nobody.

To Write Love On Her Arms (TWLOHA)

Love is the movement. You are not alone.

Love is the movement. You are not alone.

Today I’m going to touch upon a more sensitive topic.

Depression.

I’m not ashamed to say that I, myself have suffered though some deep depression of my own. I’ve watched my sister and my best friend both struggle with emotional pain and had to endure the pain of watching them inflict harm on themselves. I’m fortunate that I can support my sister and try to get her the help she needs but in the case of my best friend, there were no signs and I was almost too late, but I did in the end, save his life.

I hate that there is a stigma around metal health. Why is it so hard for people to understand that mental health can affect the human body as much as anything else. Why is it considered weird by some to seek help? We go to the doctors for cuts and bruises but when we go seek help for something deeper, we’re cast off as different.

TWLOHA (To Write Love On Her Arms), Have you heard of them?

They are there to tell you that it is NOT wrong to get the help you need. That you are not alone when you are feeling so. That your life is BEAUTIFUL and worth protecting.

You were created to love and be loved. You were meant to live life in relationship with other people, to know and be known. You need to know that your story is important and that you’re part of a bigger story. You need to know that your life matters. – TWLOHA

If you or anyone close to you is suffering from depression, it is important to talk. Talk to your sibling, talk to your friends. Do what it takes, because beautiful days are ahead.

Hi my name is Kathleen, and I’m an emotional and supportive blogger.

Have Spaghetti Dinner without committing Carbicide!

If you’re anything like me, you crave carbs 24 hours a day and actually spend at least 2 hours a day eating them. I love, and I mean looooove pasta and it makes it almost impossible for me to be healthy for a full day. There’s something so heavenly about a plate to stringy goodness, a thick delicious meaty tomato garlic sauce, and a mountain of cheese to top it all off. – Ouf. Now I’m hungry, again.

Fear not my carb loving friends, I’ve found a solution to our hip hugging, love handle enhancing problem! Spaghetti SQUASH!

It’s an incredibly delicious alternative to the carby noodles we’ve come to trust. Did I mention it was healthy, carb-less and low calorie???

A healthy plate of goodness. Hold the guilt.

A healthy plate of goodness. Hold the guilt.

Here we go.

Chunky Spaghetti Squash

For the squash:
1 medium spaghetti squash (3-4 pounds) or two small spaghetti squash
1 cup Parmesan or Cheddar Cheese

For the tomato sauce:
Any flavor of Pasta Tomato Sauce (My favorite one is Garlic flavored sauce)
1 lb. Extra lean ground beef
4 cloves garlic
½ Large onion
salt and pepper (to taste)

  1. Preheat the oven to 400 degrees. Cut the spaghetti squash in half lengthwise. Use a spoon to scoop out the seeds and discard them.
  2. Place the squash, cut side down, on a baking sheet, add water to cover base of baking pan. Bake for 40-45 Minutes.
  3. Finely chop the Garlic and Onion. Add Garlic and Onion to frying pan with a hint of Extra Virgin Olive Oil. Add extra lean ground beef and cook until brown. Once cooked, add tomato sauce and lower heat.
  4. After 35 minutes, start checking the squash to see if it’s done. The squash is done when the insides can be poked with gently with a fork. The threads of the spaghetti squash should be slightly crunchy and watery, sometimes called “cucumber-like.” If the squash flesh becomes creamy, it is over-cooked. While over-cooked spaghetti squash will still taste fine, it will not separate into its signature spaghetti-like stands.
  5. Allow the squash to cool for five minutes. Then, using a fork, pull the strands of the squash out of the shell. Add salt and pepper to taste.
  6. Place the squash in a serving dish and ladle the sauce on top.
  7. Cheese up that plate and dig in, guilt free!!

There you have it ladies and gents, an alternative to spaghetti. Now you may indulge and conquer your pasta craving!

Calories: 245.2 (per serving) • Fat: 11.9 g • Protein: 14.4 g •
Carb: 21.9 g • Fiber: 5.3 g • Sugar: 4.5 g Sodium: 254.8 mg

Goodbye love handles, we had a good run. See you, NEVER again.

Hello my name is Kathleen, and I’m a Blogger that can cook.

A Non-Gloomy, Rainy Day.

A typical spring day is usually gloomy, gray, wet and just plain miserable. We’re a few weeks away from warmth and sunshine and we’re just getting over the short and cold winter days. In the spring, I find it really hard to keep a smile on my face while tugging at my umbrella against the wind and avoiding puddles on the sidewalk to keep even a small part of my cold feet dry.

Last spring, I was having an emotional day. The last thing I needed was for a rain cloud to pop up over my head but guess what, it did. I stood there for a beat and felt sorry for cold, wet and sad self. Then, I felt sorry for myself for feeling sorry for myself (Honestly girls, it was very likely my non-special time of the month).  My depressing IPod playlist was in full swing and as I glanced around at the dark clouds, the black umbrellas and the gloomy look on just about every ones faces, I realized that I had it in me to remove some negativity in my day, and in the great words of Ghandi, “be the change”. Cheesy right?

Yes, but hear me out on this one.

I stood there and examined my surroundings. Why does everyone hold a black umbrella? My own umbrella is black! Don’t we have enough darkness to deal with on a rainy day that the last thing we need is to shelter ourselves with more darkness? Picture this, we ditch the black umbrella and on a rainy day, we litter the streets with color! It’s almost something to look forward to!

Just a pinch of color.

Just a pinch of color.

I want a bright yellow umbrella to match the sun and cross paths with someone holding a bright blue umbrella that matches the sky. I would high-five the crap out of that cheerful stranger. My feet might be wet and my hair might be frizzy but I know that if we add color to our rainy days, we might all just feel a little more bright and happy.

Hi, My name is Kathleen and I’m a blogger.

P.S – Helloooooo cute rain boots, gooooodbye cold feet.

A hint of color, a ton of rubber and a whole lot of dry comfort!

A hint of color, a ton of rubber and a whole lot of dry comfort!

Boxing is Beautiful

I had always found myself judging the sport because I always believed it to be a ridiculous excuse for men to blow off excess amounts of testosterone by inflicting high levels of pain onto another man. It wasn’t until I decided to Google “Victoria’s Secret Workouts” that I drastically changed my views on Boxing. We’ve all heard of Adriana Lima; she’s got a wicked body, dark and fierce piercing eyes and one hell of an upper cut.

I joined a regular gym because they offered boxing classes and fell in love instantly. An hour flew by like seconds, I worked my buns off and not only that, I accomplished something I didn’t think was possible, I felt sexy in my own sweat! Gross right? Wrong. I felt fierce and fearless and it was an incredible boost to my confidence.

According to LiveStrong, Boxing burns a varying number of calories depending on the intensity of training. If you weigh 130 lbs., an hour on the punch bag would burn 354 calories. Not only that, I’ve found that my arms have never looked more toned!

So ladies, I think it is time to spice up your workout routine. Buy yourself a hot pair of bright pink boxing gloves, meet some friends at the local boxing gym, and amaze yourself with what you can accomplish. Remember, you are a strong beautiful and independent woman; what better place to show that off than in the Boxing ring throwing a wicked cross, hook, uppercut combo?

Signing off till next time,

Rocky aka

Kathleen, Blogger.