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Banana Protein Muffins

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We always end up with extra fruit at our house– especially bananas.  Between the two of us, we probably eat about ten a week (crazy, right?!) so I always buy more than we need.  Typically, I use leftovers in protein pancakes on Sundays, but I found myself with a few leftovers from the previous week… and they were getting preeeeeetty brown.  Instead of doing banana bread, I decided to do something a little different!

These banana protein muffins make a great snack on-the-go (and what prego doesn’t need a few snacks in the car!) or a nice pick-me-up for before/after workouts.

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How swimming is saving my sanity

Check out my newest blog… #Bumplife!

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I cannot even imagine what my life would be like without my father-in-law’s pool.

I am very fortunate to have access to this beautiful in ground pool all summer long.  Between the summer heat, constant hot flashes and feeling approximately the same size as a baby hippo, the water is just what I need for a day of relaxation.  With both kids grown and out of the house– and grandkids only over on weekends– I’ve had the great fortune of having this beautiful space all to myself for most of the summer (so far, at least).11181191_10101749941724712_6993357866933344225_n

As you can imagine, finding a great swimming workout was a must.

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Dr. Maya Angelou has died

Donny and I celebrated our second anniversary yesterday (more on that later).  During our wedding ceremony on May 27, 2012, a friend read this poem by Dr. Angelou.  It has always been one of my favorites.

The sun has come.
The mists have gone.
We see in the distance…
our long way home.
I was always yours to have;
You were always mine.
We have loved each other in and out of time.
When the first stone looked up at the blazing sun
and the first tree struggled up from the forest floor
I had always loved you more.
You freed your braids…
gave your hair to the breeze.
It hummed like a hive of honey bees.
I reached in the mass for the sweet honey comb there….
Mmmm…God, how I loved your hair.
You saw me bludgeoned by circumstance.
Lost, injured, hurt by chance.
I screamed to the heavens…
loudly screamed…
Trying to change our nightmares into dreams…
The sun has come.
The mists have gone.
We see in the distance our long way home.
I was always yours to have
and you were always mine.
We’ve loved each other
in and out
in and out
in and out of time.

All publicity is good publicity

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Thank you to the Albany Business Review for featuring me in their Spotlight section!  This is the third time that I have appeared in this section of the paper (earlier articles can be found here and here).  Special thanks to Brian Bushner!

Luke Arduini is missing

Luke is a native of Selkirk (Albany), NY who disappeared from the Oakland/San Francisco area of California.  If you have seen him please call the police.  You can also email me at cleigh@albanybroadcasting.com.

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Shoppers call for boycott of Forever 21

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Forever 21 is coming under fire after a letter sent to employees was leaked online.  The

letter states that Forever 21 is demoting a number of full-time, non-management employees to part-time positions.  Those positions include stock associates, sales associates, cashiers and others.  The letter states that the demoted employees will no longer receive health benefits and that their regular schedule will not exceed 29.5 hours per week.  This has caused a social media uproar, with thousands calling for a boycott of the store.  Forever 21 released a statement via Facebook saying the realignment is in no way related to the Affordable Care Act.  Forever 21 operates 480 stores nationwide, including one location in Crossgates Mall.

This post originally appeared on the Capital Region Newsroom website.

No fat chicks.

This was originally posted to the Capital Region Newsroom blog.

ImageIn an interview earlier this week, Abercrombie & Fitch CEO Mike Jeffries caused a firestorm in the over-size-10 community by allegedly saying that his clothing brand does not cater to fat people.  And it wasn’t just a subtle “Our brand caters to those who live the lifestyle that is in-tune with our brand”.  

In the article, Jeffries said that he only wants thin and beautiful people to wear Abercrombie clothing, and that he doesn’t want core customers seeing people who are “not as hot as them” wearing the brand.  Channeling our high school nightmares about well-off, preppy kids, he went on to say, “People who wear (Abercrombie & Fitch) should feel like they’re one of the ‘cool kids'”.

While stores like H&M, American Eagle and others carry sizes from 00 to 18 for women, the largest pant size at A&F are a size 10.  

In a nation where the media is credited with becoming more sensitive to our ever-growing overweight and obese population– and where “fat shaming” a la Kim Kardashian and Jessica Simpson is frowned upon (but done with gusto)– is Jeffries justified in his stance?  Should we stop being so politically correct to the larger among us, or is Jeffries just a jerk?

Or should we be concerned that half-naked youngsters (called “models”) are hanging outside of the overly-perfumed stores, making anyone over the age of 22 feel uncomfortable while walking by the store?  I mean, really.  Put a shirt on.  

Is age just a number?

animalshelterNote:  This article was first published on Albany 2 Cents.

I taught my first college course at the age of 23. I remember the first day of class. Check that; I remember the first day before class. I stood in front of my closet for what seemed like hours, staring at my clothing. Will this pink sweater make me look too young? Do people wear stockings in the spring? Should I wear a suit?

Will they take me seriously because of my age?

The question of age has risen recently in the Capital Region with the case of Christina Abele. A 22-year-old graduate of Siena College, Abele was offered the supervisor position at the Saratoga County Animal Shelter. The young woman reportedly volunteered at the shelter for a few years before applying for the position—which she won over 62 other applicants. In addition to a large budget, the person appointed to the supervisor position would oversee a team of staff and volunteers. When it was announced that Abele was the final candidate chosen for the position, a public outcry ensued over — you guessed it — Abele’s age.

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Armory cancels more events

ARMORYPHOTO891206_nNote:  This article was originally posted to Albany 2 Cents.

It’s the second event in less than a week to be cancelled at the Washington Avenue Armory, and ticketholders have taken to the venue’s Facebook page to vent.

Excision—a dubstep DJ and music producer from Canada—was booked and set to perform on Thursday, March 12. Reports say that performance was shut down after disputes about security. Another electronic music event called “Electric Safari” was shut down by the city of Albany just hours before doors were supposed to open on Friday, March 8.

After speaking with a promoter involved with the Electric Safari event, I was told that all necessary permits were secured from the city. Regardless, that promoter stated that the event was cancelled because of the fact that it involved DJs rather than bands. In both cases, each event was cancelled on the day of the performance, and after tour busses arrived, electrical equipment was set up, and—most importantly to patrons—tickets were sold.

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Look both ways

Note:  This article was originally published to Albany 2 Cents.

timthumbMaybe it’s because I grew up outside of rural Altamont and suburban Colonie.  Maybe it’s because it’s because I truly fear death, or at least, broken bones. Maybe it’s because my kindergarten teacher really drilled the concept of “left, right, left” into my adolescent head.

Whatever the reason, I still fail to understand why people refuse to safely cross Central Avenue.

It’s ten o’clock on a Wednesday night, and I’m finally getting out of work. As I leave the studio, I am tired, and simply cannot wait to climb into my Hyundai Accent, make the fifteen-minute drive home, plop on my couch and watch the latest episode of The Walking Dead. When I get into my car, I fasten my seatbelt. I lock my doors (“just in case,” Mom always said). I check my mirrors. I do not text. I safely pull into traffic and begin driving down Central Avenue in Albany.

Central Avenue is not the most interesting street in the area. Firstly, it’s very straight. It doesn’t curve much. When I lived in Altamont, I remember Route 146 being rather curvy, especially when met by roads leading to a drive to Thatcher Park. When I visit my parents in Delmar, I am subjected to a ridiculous series of three roundabouts which—after I clear each one—I almost expect to be greeted by Mark Summers to award me a trip to Space Camp and new pair of British Knight sneakers, or to have green slime dumped on my head. When I lived in Bethlehem, I remembered drives through Voorheesville, where I needed to be ever-vigilant for Bambi and his mom, who could be stealthily hiding in the shadows, waiting to dart in front of my car and ruin my evening (or, at the very least, my front bumper).

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