I’m Geeky Over Greek

I wrote this post while participating in a blog tour conducted by Clever Girls on behalf of Dannon. I have been compensated for my time commitment to the program but my opinions are my own.

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In our house, we have a favorite breakfast and snack food. Well, Henry and I do. (Jason isn’t too sure about it)

Crunchy yogurt.

Every morning for breakfast, I indulge in a bowl full of deliciousness — a combination of vanilla yogurt and some sort of granola or similar cereal product. (Unfortunately, it’s not Fruity Pebbles. I figure that negates the goodness of the yogurt.)

I have loved yogurt for as long as I can remember. The yogurt is my main source of protein, as I don’t eat a whole lot of meat. No, I’m not a vegetarian, but I could become one easily.

I used to buy just regular ole vanilla yogurt. Normally the lower fat kind, just because I eat so much of it.

And then? Then there was GREEK YOGURT. And my world changed! I’ve purchased a few different types and then heard that Dannon/Stonyfield* had Greek Yogurt and thought, “hmm, I’ll try that one since I like Dannon already.”

I was provided a few cups of Dannon Oikos for the purposes of this post and I have to say, once I had my first bite of Dannon Oikos, I was changed forever. The differences between the “other” Greek yogurt I’d been eating and this were huge.

  • Dannon® Oikos® is created through an authentic Greek straining process which gives it a rich and creamy-thick texture.
  • It still contains active yogurt cultures, which helps promote a healthy digestive tract.
  • Dannon® Oikos® Plain and Fruit on the Bottom contains 0% fat, while the Dannon® Oikos® traditional blended varieties contains only about 3% fat. Both are an excellent source of protein, twice that of most regular lowfat yogurts.
  • Stonyfield Organic Oikos provides the same delicious flavor and texture of Greek Yogurt, only in Organic form.

So now I’m officially a convert to Greek yogurt and since Dannon Oikos and Stonyfield Organic Oikos provide such wonderful flavors like strawberry or blueberry fruit on the bottom, super fruits and honey fig (OMG MY FAVORITE), I can’t imagine going back to only vanilla (or any other brand).

The vanilla will always be my go-to for our crunchy yogurt. But I don’t think I’ll ever again buy “regular” yogurt because I’m all geeked out over Greek now. The thickness and extra protein makes it a very filling snack or breakfast, and in a pinch when the husband is traveling, it’s a great supper, too!

See how geeky I am over Greek yogurt?

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I have partnered with Dannon to help promote the Dannon Oikos Greek Yogurt Series. I have been compensated for my time commitment to the program, which includes writing about the promotion and product. However, my opinions are entirely my own and I have not been paid to publish positive comments.

*Oikos is a registered trademark of Stonyfield Farm., Inc. used under license by the Dannon Company, Inc.

 

 

SOC Sunday: DIYDo, DIYDon’t

#SOCsundaySo, Hurricane Irene. What a big ole’ beast she was. It’s too early for us all to know the extent of the damage she caused, but luckily it wasn’t *quite* as bad as originally predicted.

At this time, there are, however, 10 dead and hundreds of thousands still without power.

A lot of dramatics (including a penis) have been included in coverage this week, but I personally think this is the ONLY way some people understand the enormity of a storm like this.

From the beginning, it hasn’t been so much about what Category the storm was, but the hugemongousness of the storm, over 500 miles wide in some places, moving slowly and steadily right through some of the most populated places in the country. The potential for damage was well, large.

The dramatics, in my opinion, were somewhat warranted.

Unfortunately, we’re in a “damned if you do, damned if you don’t” society so here’s how I imagine it will go down after it’s all said and done. (“It” being the angle of media coverage)

People in NYC, DC and New England will say “well, it wasn’t as bad as y’all said it would be” because buildings aren’t toppled and there aren’t hundreds of deaths, even though there are feet of water in some places and much damage and destruction caused by wind and large amounts of rain. The complaints will be that “I shouldn’t have evacuated” and how much money was wasted.

However.

If all of Long Island had been wiped off the map and The Lincoln Memorial was knocked down, people would wonder why the hell they weren’t told that it was going to be that bad.

See? Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.

Thankfully, the damage and devastation was minimal. But there’s still a lot of cleanup that will have to take place.

*my five minutes is up but I’m going to finish my thoughts*

A lot of people WILL be left homeless and carless and even short a family member after the storm passes. Crews will work around the clock so they can get back to their homes and start picking up the pieces of their lives that were damaged by wind and rain and uncertainty.

Having been through Category 1 and 2 storms 200 miles inland from both Atlantic and Gulf storms and having been on the receiving end of tornadoes spawned from numerous hurricanes, I can say that I, without doubt, would evacuate if I lived in the path of a storm.

*For those who need it, Band Back Together has put together a resource page for Natural Disasters. It’s a work in progress, but somewhere to start.*

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This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…

  • Set a timer and write for 5 minutes only.
  • Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking. This is writing in the raw.
  • Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
  • Add the Stream of Consciousness Sunday badge to your post (on Fadra’s sidebar)
  • Link up your post on her SOC Sunday post.
  • Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.

Back To School with Amy Hiley!!

Back To School with Amy Hiley!!

Y’all know my BFF Amy, right? Remember, the one who looked awesome while she was pregnant and our kids are third generation friends? Yeah, that’s her.

Well, she’s a fabulously fabulous photographer and just retired from her teaching job at the Georgia Academy for the Blind where I’m sure she’ll be sorely missed. She’s doing full-time photography on her own at Hiley Creative Photography (ask her who came up with that awesome name) and doing wedding photography at We Do… Wedding Photography.

She took our family pictures, the only ones we’ve EVER DONE, a few years ago and it’s high time we do some more.

But she’s doing a back to school session, so for any of y’all in the Middle Georgia area (or who want to drive to Middle Georgia)… this is for you!

The Olive Sandwich Rite of Passage

The Olive Sandwich Rite of Passage

Growing up in my house, there was a very well known event that haunted me. It was the Olive Sandwich Rite of Passage.

I knew about this from the time I was small. In order to “leave home” for college, my sister and I would have to eat an olive sandwich. Sounds harmless, right?

Wondering what an olive sandwich in my house consists of? White bread, gobs of mayonnaise and sliced green olives with pimientos. Again, sounds harmless.

UNLESS YOU DON’T LIKE MAYONNAISE, OLIVES OR SANDWICHES!

Yup. That’s me. I’m anti-all-things-olive-sandwich. But still. To leave home to go to my beloved Auburn University in the summer of ’94 (yes, I’m that old), I was going to have to eat one of these.

I dreaded it for a good decade. Every time my dad would make one for himself for lunch, I would die a little inside and throw up a little in my mouth. I knew my time was coming.

Would it be overly-dramatic to say I contemplated not going to college just to avoid this rite of passage? Probably, huh? Yeah. It’d be a lie, too. I couldn’t wait for the freedom of hanging on The Plains.

Set the scene:

My car is packed. My roommate and I have our matching sunflower bedding and a shitload of other sunflower accessories to make our dorm room look like a garden of awesome! I’m in my homemade cut off jean shorts and an oversized t-shirt and my hair was probably in some awesome do. I was fabulous.

And there on the table was THE SANDWICH.

The bread-mayonnaise-olive sandwich of doom.

And I did just what you figure I would do.

I took one bite and promptly threw up. It was glorious.

I passed the rite of passage and I’m sure they couldn’t get me out of the house fast enough at that point.

Is It Lying? Or Creative Writing?

Monday night was Curriculum Night at Henry’s school. I was nervous about it this year because I am *drum roll* a ROOM MOM. Don’t ask me what made me sign up to do it other than I’ve obviously lost my mind or I thought for some reason I’d be good at it. I don’t know. Seems ok so far.

Anyway, being Room Mom means I had to actually TALK in front of the parents at Curriculum Night and explain the new sign up system for parties and room volunteers. Of course, I turned all red and stuff and felt like my Southern accent was oh-so-thick. But it was all fine. I lived, didn’t faint or anything, and didn’t say dammit or hell or shitballs. Phew.

But the reason for the title has more to do with Henry. Before I left home, I asked him if I could look at his stuff at his place at the table.

HL: Sure, just don’t look at my writing notebook.

Me: Why not?

HL: Well, I lied.

Me: What? What in the world did you lie about?

HL: We had to write about a trip we loved and I wrote about going to Puerto Rico.

Me: But we haven’t BEEN to Puerto Rico.

HL: I know. I lied and said we went and that it was fun and that I saw frogs.

So of course, the first thing I did when I got there, other than signing him up for Cub Scouts, was look at the writing notebook. I mean, you would, too!

Sho’nuff, the boy had written about our “trip to Puerto Rico” and made it sound really great. It had pictures and everything! We apparently went hiking, saw frogs, went to the beach, stayed in a hotel… who wouldn’t want to go on that trip? Right?

But he did lie. I don’t know what the assignment was. I’m sure it was like “Tell me what you did on summer vacation” but I’m not sure. He’s only in first grade, so I’m not sure they’re really doing “creative writing” yet, but maybe he decided to take some creative liberties and make up his own story. But it wasn’t true.

I want him to follow directions in class, but at the same time, I love that his imagination takes him to different places. Places he knows nothing about but longs to see. I’m actually not sure how he would even know about Puerto Rico except his cousins have been there.

He’s constantly making up stories, making plans for his “club”, talking about the restaurant he’s going to have and coming up with new M&Ms products for Jason to pass on to his client! He’s a super creative kid. I can only assume that’s a by-product of being the only child in the house. It’s a necessary trait.

But at what point is it lying? What point is it creative writing?

At what point is he going to fail first grade for making up a trip to Puerto Rico?

(That would suck but it’d make for a great blog post, right?)

ps. It became a teachable moment, talking about lying and telling the truth. He wasn’t graded on it and we laughed it off. Fun times.

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I’m honored today to be featured on Unspoken Grief, a site dedicated to helping support people through miscarriage, stillbirth and early infant loss. I’m discussing grief, healing and Band Back Together.

 

 

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