A few days ago my dad (who is also a runner) asked if I was going to run the “Johnny’s Runnin’ of the Green” on Saturday, the annual St. Patrick’s Day race here in Rochester.

I said no, I was too busy with half marathon training – and besides, I’d rather be Eatin’ of the Green.

(I didn’t really say that last part.)

Fast forward to this morning, in the car and less than 2 minutes away from my yoga class, I discovered the road I was about to turn onto was closed – blockaded by cop cars with flashing lights and caution tape. It was then that I noticed all the runners dressed in green costumes, green shirts, hats and sparkly shamrock antennae.

Yes, Really.

Crazy Smoothie Concoction

I’m not exactly sure where to begin with this one.

I guess I’ll just tell you that a reader named James has left a couple of comments on the Mama’s Weeds Facebook page about smoothies/health shakes he’s made. The first one was with sweet potato, banana, orange juice and cinnamon.

Sweet potato in a smoothie? I’d totally make that.

(But I haven’t yet.)

Then a couple days ago, he left another list of smoothie ingredients.

Beets. Broccoli. Cottage Cheese. Orange juice. Strawberries.

You’re kidding me, right?

I have a confession.

The kitchen is not always clean before we go to bed at night.

This has been especially true this week with a husband who was laid up with a man cold. I’m picking on him a little, but we really are a team when it comes to keeping this house clean.  His sick time was evident based on state of the house for a number of days here, I fell way behind on the house work.

Now that we are outnumbered in our parents:kids ratio, our former man-to-man combat plan has become more of a “zone defense” over these past 7 months.

It’s cold here.  (Like, really cold.)

It’s so cold that it’s possible some mornings I turn the oven on before I even turn the coffee maker on.

Just kidding.  (Let’s not get ridiculous.)

But it’s true that it’s cold, and it’s also true that cooking in the morning is a great way to warm up my chilly kitchen.

Chilly kitchen.  Chilly morning.  (Can see where I’m going with this?)

The Squeakmobile

August 12th, 2011 | Posted by Alison Spath in Morning Craziness - (6 Comments)

I slept with my camera on the bedside table last night, ready to capture my daily wake up at the ass crack of dawn. 

(It came at 4:32 yesterday!)

When I heard the squeakmobile coming down the street this morning, it got all lights, camera, ACTION! up in here.  Now I can show you exactly what I’m talking about.

You can even hear the damn cat meowing at me at the end there.

I think the cat and the car are in cahoots to keep me awake.

CAN’T A GIRL GET SOME SLEEP AROUND HERE?

This is the story of how an SUV in need of new shocks inspired a sweet, frosty post-ride treat today.

Ready?

Every day at approximately 4:55 AM, the squeakiest newspaper delivery vehicle this side of the Mississippi river squeaks down my street. It makes two or three unbelievably squeaky stops at the houses directly across the street from our bedroom window and then moves on to squeak through and disturb the rest of the neighborhood.

Brains for Breakfast

July 28th, 2011 | Posted by Alison Spath in Morning Craziness - (3 Comments)

I didn’t come up with this, but I wish I would have.

Choose Real Food Plate

Found it here.

And a response.

Choose My Zombie Plate

Oh great, now I’m hungry.

(The real plate, in case you haven’t seen it.)

I can’t decide if it’s more unfortunate or more amusing that I have the privilege of riding my bike on the Erie Canal path.

Anal Trail at Genesee Valley Park

I have decided that this post is a sign my sense of humor closely resembles that of a 12 year old boy.

Mine eat sunbutter and jelly sandwich Ezekiel bread crusts out of my compost bucket.

Squirrel Breakfast

For about one second this made me consider planting marigolds on my back steps, but then next I foresaw coming downstairs one morning to find a squirrel sitting at my kitchen table drinking a cup of coffee with organic half and half.  (Although I suppose if he made the coffee that might be OK…)

I guess if eating our food scraps means they’re staying out of the strawberry bed, we’ll call it a truce.

Breakfast Cat Calls

November 22nd, 2010 | Posted by Alison Spath in Morning Craziness - (10 Comments)

We have two cats.  They’ve each had re-occurring guest appearances here before but what about what these cats eat? This is a food blog for crying out loud!

Until recently, our cats subsisted on dry cat food alone.  About a thousand years ago we would give them canned cat food sometimes as a “treat” – but after going vegetarian I suddenly took issue with meat in cans, cat food included.

Thus, due in part to my new vegetarian dogmas, I stopped buying canned cat food.