1 post tagged “fitness flyer”
Well, for those of you who are wondering, the good news is that I'm still on my diet and exercise program. The bad news is I haven't lost much weight yet. I work so hard for such agonizingly slow results it makes me want to jump right off my Fitness Flyer and into a Twinkie Truck.
Bad news: My mixer at work is dying. It's a lovely old 20 qt. Hobart, but 2nd gear is toast. I can only use 1st gear (uber slow) and 3rd gear (uber fast). Guess which gear I use most. That's right. As Goldilocks would say, 2nd gear is JUST RIGHT. The good news is I've been creative in using a combination of 1st and 3rd on my batters and doughs to get the job done, but the bad news is I have to stand there at the mixer instead of being able to walk away while it does its thing and I go do something else. Here's what my Hobart looks like:
I love it because it has no safety cage, which I ranted about at length here.
But it is dying, so something MUST be done. I am nothing without my mixer, just like Wonder Woman without her invisible plane, and Paula Deen without her annoying laugh and southern accent.
Good news: Boss says he has a line on a brand spankin' new mixer for a reasonable price. Bad news: All new mixers have safety cages. Also, it's not a Hobart, which means we can't use our current attachments and bowls. It's a Thunderbird, made by a Canadian company. Nothing against the Canucks, but I want an OLD Hobart with no safety cage! Here's the Thunderbird:
There's lots of great old Hobarts for sale on eBay. Why can't I have one of those? God if I have to deal with that darn safety cage I most certainly will end up in the old pastry chef looney farm.
Good news! I got my hair done last week, just like I do every 6 weeks. A color job to cover the gray and a trim if needed. My natural color is a medium auburn and that's the color I get every time. Bad news: my hairdresser changed color lines, and had to try to match my old formula from the old color line using the new color line. Now I'm a magenta head. If I were 25 years younger I could probably get away with the wild flame that now sits on top of my head. But not at 45. I just look like I used a cheap box of Clairol from Rite Aid. I look like Ronald McDonald. A red nose and the look is complete. When I leave the house I scare the children. If you ever visit Port Townsend, and you see the "crazy lady with flaming hair" holding a sign that says "Will work for old Hobart" that would be me.