I Am Always Ready for Reddi-wip

Time to fess up, Aging Gals: Aren’t we all watching our weight these days? Well, that doesn’t mean we have to miss the most important meal of the day — dessert!

My favorite spring and summer time dessert is fresh berries top with a dollop (or two) of Reddi-wip®. My recipe is so easy even a non-cook like me can make it: wash berries and top with Reddi-wip!

In this photo I spooned raspberries together with blueberries and finished it all off with my favorite: Fat-Free Reddi-wip®.get-attachment

It’s a perfectly patriotic dessert for July 4th… or everyday! (I call it Aging Gal’s Antioxidants with Cream.) The Fat-Free Reddi-wip has only five – yes, five! — calories per serving. I must use more calories than that just eating this delicious treat!

Reddi-wip® tastes so good because it has always been made with real dairy cream — never hydrogenated oils like some other whipped toppings. You can also try Original, Extra Creamy and Chocolate Reddi-wip; each has just 15 calories per serving.

Redd-wipAnd — as if the joy of eating Reddi-wip isn’t reward enough — now through July 7, 2014, consumers can share their everyday Reddi-wip® berry-licious moments on Twitter, Instagram or Facebook for the chance to win a trip for two as well as weekly prizes! Simply Share, Tweet or Tag a pic with #BerryJoyfulSweeps!

If you’re more of a gourmet than me, check out this link for recipe inspiration using Reddi-wip®: http://bit.ly/1lRfDUD

And here’s where to share your love for Reddi-wip® on social media:

reddi-wip-sweepsNow excuse me, but after all this writing about my favorite guilt-free treat, I’m going to indulge in those heavenly berries and Reddi-wip. Who’s with me?

Disclosure: I am participating in a Vibrant Influencer network campaign for Reddi-wip. I am receiving a fee for posting; however, the opinions expressed in this post are my own. I am in no way affiliated with Reddi-wip and do not earn a commission or percent of sales.

Reindeer Games

Momma and Daddy live across the street in small town Texas from a preacher and his wife. Yesterday, Momma sent me these photos of the preacher’s reindeer getting frisky:

A little whoopee going on this a.m. across the street

A little whoopee going on this a.m. across the street

No more playing around -- separate pens in the afternoon

No more playing around — separate pens in the afternoon

Wouldn’t ya know — If it’s not the preacher’s daughter, it’s the preacher’s reindeer!

It’s a Mardi Gras World

I have never been to Mardi Gras. And, up until last month, I’d never even been to New Orleans. I’d long wanted to go, but my schedule and that of a Katrina-ravaged Nawlins never gelled. But I’m thrilled I finally got there. I loved it. Food and history all mixed in with a polite Southern party.

Still, I may never get back for the actual Mardi Gras. (And, to be honest, at this age, I’m not sure I want to…) So I’m extra glad that Bitty and I made a trip to Mardi Gras World. It’s where all the floats are made for the krewes in the parades and it is literally a warehouse stock full of history.

Here are some photos of the process that goes into making America’s biggest party. The building process for the next year begins the day after Mardi Gras.

Sketches of 2014 floats

Sketches of 2014 floats

Floats are increasingly made out of Styrofoam, which is stacked then carved into shape

Floats are increasingly made out of Styrofoam, which is stacked then carved into shape

This figure has undergone some carving

This figure has undergone some carving

After carving is completed, the figure will undergo papier mache and painting

After carving is completed, the figure will undergo papier mache and painting

Post-papier mache, this figure is being painted

Post-papier mache, this figure is in the process of being painted

One of the many finished products stored in the warehouse that may be re-papier mached and reused in the future

One of the many finished products stored in the warehouse that may be re-papier mached and reused in the future

New Orleans 2013 165

New Orleans 2013 168

And, finally, here are the real jesters goofing around at Mardi Gras World:

The king, queen, and two goobers

The king, queen, and two goobers

Should’ve Been a Cowboy

Y’all know I grew up in West Texas. I was never a rodeo cowgirl, but I have always been a cowboy. A Dallas Cowboy, that is.

On Monday, I traveled to the Dallas Cowboys’ training camp a few miles up the 101 freeway to Oxnard. These are my photographic memories of The Boys:

Cowboys on Tour

Cowboys on Tour

Former Cowboys offensive lineman Nate Newton stirring up the crowd

Former Cowboys offensive lineman Nate Newton stirring up the crowd

Jason Witten, TE (and Aging Gal's favorite player), taking the field

Jason Witten, TE (and Aging Gal’s favorite player), taking the field

Rowdy, the Cowboys mascot, throwing T-shirts into the crowd. I did not catch one.

Rowdy, the Cowboys mascot, throwing T-shirts into the crowd. I did not catch one.

QBs Tony Romo, Kyle Orton, and Nick Stephens running through drills

QBs Tony Romo, Kyle Orton, and Nick Stephens running through drills

Kicker Dan Bailey

Kicker Dan Bailey

The defensive line

The defensive line

Tony Romo in action

Tony Romo in action

WR Miles Austin getting ready to run a route

WR Miles Austin getting ready to run a route

TE Jason Witten, separated from Aging Gal by this pesky fence

TE Jason Witten, separated from Aging Gal by this pesky fence

QB Tony Romo calling a play

QB Tony Romo calling a play

Head coach Jason Garrett

Head coach Jason Garrett

And, finally, Aging Gal's self photo

And, finally, Aging Gal’s self photo

 

Night Tour of Alcatraz

Bitty and I just got back from San Francisco where we had the chance to roam The Rock (no, we didn’t jump Dwayne Johnson, we went to Alcatraz).the_rock_wallpaper

We went at night. The sun set. The fog rolled in. The ghosts of Al Capone and the Birdman surrounded us.

We saw wings not open to the public during the daytime such as the hospital and let me tell you it was big-time spooky!

Bitty and cousin Jill entering the main prison

Bitty and cousin Jill entering the main prison

One of the cells from which the June 1962 escape took place. You can see the hole dug out below the sink.

One of the cells from which the June 1962 escape took place. You can see the hole dug out below the sink.

The hospital infirmary

The hospital infirmary

The hospital operating room. Notice how dark it is? Yeah, I was totally freaked out...

The hospital operating room. Notice how dark it is? Yeah, I was totally freaked out…

Me, Aging Gal, as I prepare to run screaming from The Rock

Me, Aging Gal, as I prepare to run screaming from The Rock

Lucy and Ethel go Kayaking

Yesterday, Bitty and I extended our holiday weekend even longer by playing hooky from  work and going Kayaking at Channel Islands Harbor in Ventura, CA.

We opted for the two-seat kayak, which meant we had to work together as we paddled. Think of Lucy and Ethel in a small boat on the ocean. Hilarity ensues.

Bitty (or as Ricky Ricardo would say, "Luuuucccyy") preparing her sea legs

Bitty (or as Ricky Ricardo would say, “Luuuucccyy”) preparing her sea legs

Aging Gal (Ethel?) manages to land inside the kayak with assistance from this poor young man who wishes he'd taken that summer job at McDonald's instead

Aging Gal (Ethel?) manages to land inside the kayak with assistance from this poor young man who wishes he’d taken that summer job at McDonald’s instead

Even Lucy and Ethel get an occasional reward, though, and we did manage to see some pretty amazing sea life…

A California Sea Lion sunning on the dock

A California Sea Lion sunning on the dock

The same sea lion trying jump in our kayak. "Oh, Luuuccccyy?!?"

The same sea lion trying jump in our kayak. “Oh, Luuuccccyy?!?”

At the end of our episode, Lucy and Ethel make it back to shore safely. Til our next adventure...

At the end of our episode, Lucy and Ethel make it back to shore safely. Til our next adventure…

Monkeys and Marathons, Oh My

This past weekend, Bitty and I went to Solvang for the Santa Barbara Wine Country Half Marathon. Bitty ran the half marathon, I drank the wine.

Bitty post-race eating some of Solvang's famous Danish Aebleskivers

Bitty post-race eating some of Solvang’s famous Danish Aebleskivers

Our friends Gretchen and Steve went also. Gretchen ran while Steve watched with me and their… child.

Steve and his son, Kumba

Steve and his son, Kumba

Rafiki, the cartoon version of a mandrill, in The Lion King

Rafiki, the cartoon version of a mandrill, in The Lion King

While some might argue that Kumba looks like Steve, he is a mandrill monkey (like Rafiki in “The Lion King”). Steve runs Saving Wildlife International, which is dedicated to helping people develop an awareness of and commitment to nature. Plus, he’s got a LOT of cool wild animals.

Kumba's only two years old, so he's got a lot of growing to do. Oh, my...

Kumba’s only two years old, so he’s got a lot of growing to do. Oh, my…

Saving Wildlife International is a non-profit organization so please check out the website at www.wildswi.org and witness Steve’s other children and all the good he does.

Everything’s Bigger in Texas

You know the saying “Everything’s Bigger in Texas”? Hyperbole? I think not. These pics from my recent trip to Texas prove it.

With the Buddy Holly statue in Lubbock, TX

With the Buddy Holly statue in Lubbock, TX

With my brother-in-law and the big Golden Tornado Cheerleader in Lamesa, TX

With my brother-in-law and the big Golden Tornado Cheerleader in Lamesa, TX

The mascot at the Chicken Fried Steak Festival in Lamesa, TX

The mascot at the Chicken Fried Steak Festival in Lamesa, TX

Even the tractors are bigger. At least it makes me feel petite...

Even the tractors are bigger. At least it makes me feel petite…

Channeling my five-year-old boy and driving off in my new truck...

Channeling my five-year-old boy and driving off in my new truck…

Skyfall (or How I’m Not Even Close to Being James Bond)

Sunday afternoon I finally did it.

What I’d wanted to do all my life.

What I’d said I’d do for the last twenty years.

I jumped from an airplane.

With a parachute.

And a big guy on my back. (No, I’m not changing teams; it was a tandem skydive.)

And despite my fears and curses (the entire fall was one very long curse word), I am grateful that I lived to show you this video:


Geronimoooooo!

People Who Need People

People. People who need people.

Quick: Who does that lyric make you think of? If you didn’t say Barbra Streisand, then you are disowned.

And who did Bitty and I go see last night in honor of Bitty’s birthday? You got it: Babs.

At the Hollywood Bowl.

Two legends indeed.

Little did I know when I mortgaged the house to buy these tickets that seeing Streisand in concert was on Bitty’s bucket list. Cross that one off the list. Done. And, oh, so totally worth it.

For video taken from my seat dead center in the middle of the Hollywood Bowl, check these out. First up, her tribute to the legendary Marvin Hamlisch:

Babs singing Rose’s Turn from Gypsy mashed with Don’t Rain on My Parade:

People…

And, finally, with her sister (and her mom) singing Happy Days…

Priceless.