Monthly Archives: December 2014

Homemade Low-Fat, Low-Calorie Blue Cheese Dressing

I stumbled upon a salad recipe the other day that called for blue cheese dressing, but when I went to my Food Lion I couldn’t find any light options and all of the available choices were over 100 calories for two tablespoons, which is ridiculous and way more than I’m willing to use on a salad dressing.  So I decided to take matters into my own hands and made this super easy and super yummy dressing myself! Did you know that you can make your own salad dressing? Because I definitely did not. But you can, and I did!

Healthy Blue Cheese Dressing

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When I Get Bored and Decide to Go to the Costco

Living alone can get pretty boring sometimes. Work takes up a good portion of my day, and runs use a decent amount of time as well, but even once I’ve done both those things I generally still have several hours of my evening left before I need to go to bed. I often spend that time cooking or baking, but you really only get one chance at cooking an evening (dinner) and I’m trying to cut back on the baking at least until I’ve gotten through all the leftovers from previous baking adventures that are still sitting in my freezer. In other words, I’ve had a lot of free time lately and haven’t really known what exactly I should be doing with it.

Enter Costco.

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There’s a Tarantula in My Trunk (and Other Spider Miracles)

Last time I posted (which was way too long ago, I apologize), I wrote about how I’ve started doing exposure therapy to try to get my arachnophobia to a reasonable level. I’ve gone about five times now and there’s already been significant improvement. Because, you know, now I have a tarantula in my trunk. And another in my purse, cause why have only one spider when you’re deathly afraid of them, right?

But, before I get too far ahead of myself, let’s back up and start from the beginning.

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Exposure Therapy

I’m afraid of spiders. Like, really afraid of spiders. Like, arachnophobia is almost an understatement afraid of spiders.

I’ve been this afraid of spiders for as long as I can remember; for as long as my parents can remember, even. I’m not aware of ever having had some form of traumatic spider experience, nor can I really logically explain why I’m so afraid of them. It doesn’t matter if it’s big, small, alive, dead, across the room, on me, or even fake; if it’s a spider, I’m probably afraid of it.

So that brings me to an incident about two months ago where I woke up one morning to a spider on my bathroom door. It wasn’t huge, but it was big for me, and it took me about an hour of staring at it, trying to come up with solutions, and generally being too afraid to do anything useful before I ended up accidentally scaring it off the door, losing track of it somewhere in my bathroom, and then wasting another half hour or so trying to figure out what to do next before running to the store for spider poison and cautiously spraying it everywhere I thought it might have gone. All said and done this ordeal took up over two hours of my morning and ruined my work schedule for the week (fortunately I’m allowed to flex my time and was planning on coming in later that morning anyway).

That’s when I finally realized I needed to do something about it.

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