Zing it To Me

When the folks of ZingAnything approached me about reviewing their "SaladZinger" product and that meant I could make my own healthy salad dressings I thought: yes.

Actually, what I really thought was the Drake, Lil Wayne song "HYFR" which stands for hell yeah, f***ing right. Because my brain goes to dirty rap songs when thinking about salads. Go figure.

They give you all kinds of recipes to make but I decided to make up one on my own. What I like: I know exactly what I'm eating. There are no preservatives or chemicals, since I'm putting in exactly what I want. 

So, here's what you do. Grab your ingredients. Chop them up into pieces (no need to chop them up all the way). 

Unscrew the top and add your ingredients to the cup (or cruet). Don't add the liquids yet (I used olive oil). So I used:

Basil, onion, ancho pepper and garlic + olive oil that I'll add in later.

Throw it into the cruet. Then put the top of the grater back on. 

Then screw the top of the salad zinger on. 

You will see it crush up some of your ingredients so screw in on a few times to crush it. 

Then add your liquid ingredients to the top 

and shake vigorously. Like this:
Shake it like you tryin' break it

I had Michael do it, since clearly he has the skill. And the facial expressions. 

Let it sit for (at least) 30 minutes and then add it to your salad! 

We let ours sit overnight as well and it was even more flavorful. 

We tend to eat salads a lot so I know I will be using this at least twice a week! 
Since we use eMeals to make our dinner recipes, most of the time it calls for a salad and whichever dressing you want. You can also use this to make dips for bread, toppings for bruschetta, etc!
  

They also carry other zingers: CitrusZinger, AquaZinger & VodkaZinger. I really liked the AquaZinger where you can naturally flavor your own water, since I'm much more likely to drink water that has a good taste to it. And the VodkaZinger, since hello, who doesn't like flavored vodka?!

All of the Zinger products can be found online here or at Brookstone.

*I was given the SaladZinger to review, but all opinions are my own.

My First Day of Work

Here's how it went down:

Wake up about 7:00 am, doesn't have to be at work until 9am so screws around for an hour.

Should I wear my hair straight or curly? If I wear it straight they might think this is a usual thing, when really it's just like a twice a year thing. But I want to look professional.

Oh well. It will be straight once and then never again, get over it.

My eyes are puffy and I have a zit, cute. 

Ok, gotta get all my silliness out and be serious and professional. Selfie time. Wait, let me include a dog with this one.

Need to eat before, get some energy, how about an omelette?! YES. God, Helene you're a smart one.

Finishes breakfast.

I'll leave an hour early, you know, just in case. Gotta crank the tunes, a little A$AP Rocky never hurt anyone.

Ok where do I park? Check myself out in the mirror one more time. Oh good lord, thank goodness, I have spinach in my teeth from my omelette. 

Walks in.

Hmm hmm hmm this will be great. 

Goes to meeting room.

OMG it's freezing in here. How will I concentrate? And it's going to make the hair on my legs grow and I'm wearing a skirt. Jeez Louise. 

Talk and mingle with other coworkers.

First impressions are everything, Helene. Don't show them how weird you are. 

Hey, wonder what's for lunch huh?!

Dangit you already messed up. Oh well. I wonder if I can just get on my laptop and read a few blog posts. 

I hope people still read mine. Oh no, what if they stop?!

Listening to someone speak for a few hours.

Thank god it's lunch time! Now don't be first in line, you don't want to be the fat kid. 

Watch an online presentation.

I wonder if they mind if I check blogs on my breaks. Whatever. Doing it. 

Man, working is tiring. Would LOVE a nap right now.

Slowing closing eyes.

NO. Wake up.

Ok, I got this. Thank God, 10 more minutes I did it.

Sprints out door.

See that wasn't so bad.

I apologize if you're new around here and reading this post. Yes, I do talk to myself in the third person sometimes. Doesn't everybody? Just me. Got it.

A Perfect Match

Today is my first day at my new job!
Let's hope I haven't been fired yet...

How can you ever really know if you are with the right person?
I have talked about this before but things change and a relationship is a challenge.
Well, at least mine certainly is. Michael will piss me off more than anyone on the planet. Oh, just thinking about that makes me mad.

BUT, he is the best guy for me.
This weekend proved it.
Friday Night we went out for a friend's birthday.

This picture is pretty terrible of me. We were running late so I apparently looked like a wet dog when we went out. So, that's good. But if Michael hadn't rushed me out the door we would have been really really late and even though I was mad it was good that we were there on time.

Speaking of dogs, we are now fostering a little puppy that was found. He is super cute and really sweet and even pretty well behaved. He even got along with Hugo. We took them on a hike and he would just follow Hugo around the whole time.

At first I didn't want to foster the dog, but now I'm a little attached to him. We ARE still getting rid of him so if you're in the Dallas area and you want a puppy let me know...

Saturday We went to the Byron Nelson, a golf tournament in Dallas.

It was sweltering. Beer was $7. I don't care about golf. So after about 2 hours Michael and I both looked at each other and knew: it was time to go. We were starving and we both looked at each other again: Chik-fil-a.

Saturday night we went to my little sister's friend debut performance (did you follow that connection?). It was at a bar in Dallas and Michael and I were the only ones there our age. Everyone was either 17-19 year olds (that's how old she is) or my parent's age. But Michael went. And didn't just go, but enjoyed it. And talked to everyone. And bought me a glass of wine without asking.

He could have easily said he didn't want to go, and he would have been off the hook. But he went and was fun the whole time.

Sunday we got up early for a hike with the dogs and then went to Taste of Addison. (A small festival about 15 minutes north from where we live with different food vendors, samples, carnival rides, and art).
As soon as I said my ankle was sore, we left. Michael got me ice and pillows (my ankle swells a lot since I broke it 6 months ago) and made sure I was feeling ok.

This is true love, y'all. I don't get sappy on this blog, especially about my husband, but he is a keeper.

I don't really care about flowers or romantic things. I like knowing that person will be there for me. Or already know what I'm thinking and be on the same wavelength. To me, that's love.