Sunday, January 29, 2006

Live Band Karaoke!


Friday night was a first for me. In honor of Jason's 26th birthday, we went to Pontiac Cafe for their weekly Live Band Karaoke. It was probably one of the more fun nights I've had in Chicago. First of all, the group that went couldn't be more fun. We've all made fools of ourselves many many times infront of eachother so singing was just another opportunity.

As soon as we walked through the door, a menu of songs was thrown in our faces. After 30 minutes of perusing the song titles and debating between Cheap Tricks "Want You to Want Me" and Cyndi Lauper's "Time After Time, " I went with the song whose video has been ingrained in my memory since childhood. Remember when Cyndi Lauper and the tall, dark and not so handsome/skinny guy said goodbye to eachother next to a train? Wait, let me wipe the tears from my eyes. That's better. Not only was it Cyndi's first #1 hit, it was my first #1 hit. Brilliant how our histories are now woven together. Wow.

The music was so loud that my ears are still ringing two days later. I walked up to a tall guy who thought he was hotter than he really was. But he made for interesting and witty banter. I gave him my name; which he wrote down as K8y. That's now my stage name. As I told him the song of my choice he looked at me for a moment and then put his hand over his heart while he sighed. He was feeling it too.

We enjoyed listening to some quality singers and some not so quality singers (most of whom were drunk and didn't care what they sounded like). I kept waiting for them to call Jason's name so I would know that I was next. Shocker of all shocks, they called my name first. I wasn't even paying attention but somehow, like in a dream, I heard someone repeating my name. With a gasp and in confusion, I threw my purse on the beer layered floor, tossed my camera to someone and jumped on stage. I think I said something like, "this is my first time and I think I'm going to be sick." But seriously, after one semester of musical theater in college and two and a half years of improv, I was set. The band was so loud that I was trying to scream into the microphone so I could be heard. I couldn't even hear myself. Mostly with my eyes glued to the white paper in my hands I sang my heart out. The sweet guitar player to my left notified me when I should start singing or leave a bit of time for the musical interludes. I owe him. He made me who I am today. There was one stranger in the front row who was so kind to just stare at me intensely and sing every word right along with me. I had no idea I had that kind of mesmerizing power. Now that I know about this power of mine, I need to use it for good, not evil...like seducing strange men to wash my car, fix my closet and cook me healthy meals.

If you look at the picture, you'll notice how red my face looks. It's our family trait: Blazing skin when embarassed or the center of attention. I think it finally tamed itself after a good hour.

WHAT A RUSH AND AWESOME FEELING! I highly recommend it to anyone. The hit performance of the night was Jason. He sang one of my favorites, A-Ha's "Take on Me." Seriously, who didn't cry the first time they saw that video?!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY JASON!

Friday, January 27, 2006

Must See

Last night I saw a powerful play at the Victory Gardens Theater. Kristin invited me to see a preview for Young Lady from Rwanda written by Sonja Linden. The play was funny, sad and focused on the relationship between a survivor and a struggling writer. The play was poignant and did not need any more words to make it more impactful. A standing ovation at the end of the play showed its great force. I would recommend this to anyone. I hope you have the opportunity to go see it.

Outburst

I just yelled at my boss. Seriously, I did. I'm not making this up. We were all seated around the conference table post lunch just chatting about upcoming weddings, etc. We had Rockit catered in for one of the girls' last day in the office. There was a huge tray of grapes, strawberries and the most delicious cookies. As we're debating about my future marriage or not marriage, I saw my boss packing up the cookies. Our end of the table did not see the tray of goodies. As I see my boss using tongs to put the cookies in little plastic baggies I yell, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!??" Seriously, I don't get mad about much, but don't mess with my dessert!

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

Fraud

I believe that God provides for me, cares for me, watches over me and reveals things to me. This was never more apparent (well...maybe this is just another strong example) than on Monday. Abby called to see if Adobo overcharged me for my bill on Friday. She noticed that they had charged her $30 instead of what she had specified. I didn't want to be sucked into this scam so I checked my online banking. Not only did I notice that weird charge but there were others as well. I'm sure these had nothing to do with Adobo. But there were four charges of $6.20 each. Then there were ANOTHER four for $206.71 each. All made on the same day! I'm a little ticked that my bank didn't find that unusual and feel alerted to call me. I seriously see it as God protecting me! I immediately ran over to my bank and got it taken care of in person. They cancelled my card and refunded me the $$ that was used fraudulently. Whew! All that in 30 minutes! Maybe it is time that I invested in a paper shredder. Wendy, you warned me years ago about identity theft. I don't think this went that far but I would feel so lost on what to do if that happened.

We still don't know who did this or how it happened. All I'm saying is BE CAREFUL out there. It's a world filled with people who are greedy and have too much time on their hands!

I can't leave it at that. There are wonderful people like Abby who helped me out :-)

Monday, January 23, 2006

Today's Tidbit

I missed watching this Saturday Night Live. I always miss the good ones. I watch it about twice a year and it always ends up being the same episode. But in case you missed this one, here's a peek at a hilarious sketch:

It's the Chronic...What...cles of Narnia

Saturday, January 21, 2006

Mishaps


All yesterday I kept thinking that I couldn't wait to get home and clean out my closet. I think the Oreck has really done something to me. Suddenly I want to clean EVERYTHING! I went to Happy Hour with the girls and drank two of Adobos famous Margaritas. That was one too many. Jessie and I took a taxi home because it began sleeting and neither of us remembered an umbrella. We set to work immediately!

I don't like to let go of things; especially clothes. I feel guilty for saying goodbye to them; like I didn't appreciate them anymore. And I also wonder, "what if" or "just in case." The good thing is that I found some lost articles of clothing just by removing boxes from the bottom of my closet. I used the smaller Oreck and attachments to suck up all the dust bunnies that have been growing for the past two years. I even have a vision of moving my shoes to the bottom of my closet so I can use the top for sweaters. I have my sweaters in boxes under my bed an I'm too lazy to look for them or put them away. I think I'll get more use out of my snuggly sweaters this way.

Just as I'm feeling awesome about myself I heard a snap. Wouldn't you know it!!!?? My closet bar snapped in half and my clothes fell on top of me and a hanger scratched my chest. I'm not angry or frustrated. I just shouted a small little expletive. More out of shock than anger. I quickly called Jessie over and said cheerily, "Hey, look what I did to my closet!" What is a girl to do?!!! Looks like I should have given away more clothes than I originally did. I'm a clothes whore! I know it, you know, we all know it! No surprise there. What is God trying to tell me?

The evening ended two hours later and I was finally tired of cleaning. I peaked out the window and thought, "hey, when did it snow?" Two inches were on the ground at that point. So I decided to go to bed early because I had to wake up early to go get my haircut (for the first time in five months). I jumped out of bed and got ready to go. I opened up the door and the sunrays warmed my face and I breathed in the cool air. I was a happy girl...for a moment. I didn't even look down as I stepped out the door onto the ground. Next thing I knew I was on my butt with my feet in the air. Unfortunately for my thumbnail, it broke the fall between my cheeks and the cement step. I let out another expletive. I quickly jumped up and looked around to make sure no one saw me. How come things like that are funny when you're with someone else and just humiliating when you're alone? You can't laugh and joke about it that way!

The final mishap (and lets hope that that's it for the day) was walking to the hair salon. The sun was causing the snow to melt from rooftops and awnings. Just as I walked by an awning, snow flew from the roof, bounced off the awning and hit my head. Nice. A good start to a good day.

I do like my hair. Its back to its original dark color and has a few highlights here and there. It looks much healthier and I am much happier! The Charles Ifergan salon was really great and everyone was definitely trendy. Once again I felt like a schlepp compared to most of them. But they're professionals. We're supposed to aspire to be them. The place was buzzing and beautiful (albeit a little plastic) women were talking on their cellphones and speaking with their stylists like they'd known them for years. I was waiting for someone to bust out the bend and snap. It just had that feel.

Tonight I'm going to a fundraiser for work. I wasn't planning on going but my boss asked me to attend. Apparently these people really want our office to be represented. That's fine with me because I do like the hosts and I get in free. My friend, Fernando, is going with me. This way I'll know someone and won't be standing by the appetizers all night holding my phone and trying to look important.

Friday, January 20, 2006

Last Night

By the way, I Oreck'd last night and it was awesome. I have never seen such clean baseboards. I feel like a whole new person.

Paste-y White Thighs...

I feel like a train just hit me. I just realized that I have to go swimsuit shopping. In February. After months of darkness. The brightest light I've seen in the past few months is the glow from thighs. Long gone are the days of the "Green Monster" and my skinny-assed self. Its true, when you don't eat, your metabolism rebels. And here I am paying the price for three weeks of zero appetite. Why won't you come back to me?

In two and a half weeks I will be taking a trip to Honolulu with the parentals and my friend, Wendy. I'm ready to soak up the sun, breath in the clean air, smell the salt of the earth, read a good book, see daylight and eat fresh pineapple. I can almost feel it, smell it, see it, hear it and taste it! Hey, that's all five senses. Took me a second to remember one of them. I'm not going to tell you which one. What I've already told you is embarassing enough already. I promise you that I made a 4.0 every semester of college but two. Those were in Italian III and Figure Drawing, so get off my back!

I have forgotten about the bathing suit part. Chicago living requires less need of a swim suit than Dallas living. In Dallas I would layout by the pool or go to a lakehouse with frequency. I'll have to make more use of the Chicago beach this summer now that I won't have Sunday Second City class. But seriously y'all! I'm not ready to try on a bikini while peering at myself under flourescent lights that accent every flaw of my skin. I'm not! I'M NOT! But I do want to give a shout out to American Laser Centers. Bless you.

I'm sure I'll blog about my trip to some department store desperately trying to find a suit that makes me look tan, 20 lbs. thinner and acne free.

Thursday, January 19, 2006

Headshots

So I had headshots taken a little over a year ago. I hate them. I really do. Since when do I have a big nose? Everytime I look at the pictures I want to go run 14 miles. Its not that each individual picture is so horrific, its the sum of the whole thing that creates a heated frustration within my soul! I desperately want to have them retaken; especially now that my hair is longer. Teenage acne is still present.

But I need to have SOMETHING that I can send out. Something is better than nothing, right? Or would I be sabotaging myself by sending in a very unfortunate picture. Maybe it would help me. Some dynamic casting agent will be surprised by my beauty in real life! Or maybe my chances of being chosen will be slim because of a photo that does nothing for me.

Seriously! I am a photogenic person! How could the one time that I need photos to really work for me, THEY DON'T?!!!!! Anyone out there know of someone fabulous to take my headshot? Anyone? Bueller? I'll do it. Just give me a little bit of time to make this huge horrific pimple to leave my face. Anyone know of a dermatologist? Anyone? Bueller?

Now that I've been through the process once I know a little more. Have someone do my make up. Have my hair done before the shoot. Wear clothes that are ironed (like I wouldn't). SMILE, SMILE, SMILE! I look weird when I don't smile in my pictures. Note to self....

How am I ever to be discovered?!!!! You know what? I bet my pictures would turn out better if I didn't wear makeup, put my hair in a pony tail and wore a velour sweatsuit. Its when I try that I don't succeed. Hey, a new philosophy! I'm sure if I sit here that all good things will come to me!

So I'm debating on getting my pictures made into 8x10's just to have something. I don't know if I can bring myself to do it. Maybe I'll just get 50 made and call it a day. Hopefully I won't be calling it a career.

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

What I'm Listening to Today

Actually this is my December 2005 mix. I like to date my mixes. Or maybe I should use the more up to date terminology that my little brother will understand: playlist.

1. Wonderwall: Ryan Adams
2. The Blower's Daughter: Damien Rice
3. Ring of Fire: Johnny Cash
4. Solsbury Hill: Peter Gabriel
5. Perfect World: Indigo Girls
6. Advent: Jackopierce
7. Still Crazy After All These Years: Paul Simon
8. Transatlanticism: Death Cab for Cutie
9. You're Beautiful: James Blunt
10. Trouble: Ray LaMontagne (love his voice!)
11. Diamonds on the Soles of Her Shoes: Paul Simon
12. Landed: Ben Folds
13. Me & Julio Down by the School Yard: Paul Simon (I must have a thing for him)

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Kid Speak

My brother and I were IM'ing earlier today. I didn't understand half of what he was saying. Kids these days are learning a whole new language. My concern is that they won't be able to speak or write correctly in the future. But please notice his response to how he's doing. "Quite good." What 9th grader answers like that? It gives me hope for him.

Katy: hey drewbs
Andrew: Wuzza
Katy: lol
Katy: wuzza wi u
Andrew: Wut is moms na,e?
Andrew: Name*
Andrew: Just got done w/ skool
Andrew: But wuh is moms messenger bame?
Andrew: Name*
Andrew: And erins
Katy: i think its _______
Katy: erin's is....
Andrew: Ok
Andrew: Witabout lorac for mom?
Katy: what is lorac
Andrew: Her name back
Katy: oh funny.
Andrew: How wuz your show
Andrew: ??
Katy: it was fine. you can read about it on my blog.
Katy: we only got 9 minutes on stage instead of 15.
Andrew: Ok
Katy: i was ticked!
Andrew: Ouch
Katy: yeah, but i'm over it.
Andrew: That sta inks
Andrew: Haha, kool
Katy: i had to come to work to get some rest. this weekend exhausted me.
Katy: how are you.
Andrew: Quite good
Katy: did you have a good weekend?
Andrew: Duhhh
Andrew: H/o I gotta feed tha pupps
Katy: i'm learning so much from your IM lingo.
Andrew: Haha
Andrew: Ok
Andrew: Brb?
Katy: i'm here. oh you brb? (Note my confusion)
Katy: be right back. got that one
Andrew: Lol?
Katy: oh try me.
Katy: laugh out loud
Andrew: Hah
Andrew: Nice
Katy: lylas?
Andrew: I hav no idea
Katy: hahaha. Love ya like a sis. that's back from my day.
Katy: you know, back when we wrote letters
Katy: that's with paper and a pen
Andrew: Hahahaha
Andrew: A pen?
Andrew: Wuts that?
Andrew: Haha
Andrew: Jk
Katy: you better be
Andrew: Do u kno jk
Andrew: Oh good
Andrew: Lol
Katy: i define jk. i made it up
Andrew: Hmmm
Andrew: Bbfn?
Katy: bye bye for now.
Katy: took me a second.
Andrew: Bbl?
Andrew: Hah
Katy: babealicious?
Andrew: Nope
Andrew: Be back lata
Katy: oh, fooled again.
Andrew: Haha
Andrew: Wutabout gtg?
Katy: got to go. good to go. green tight girdle?
Andrew: Got to go, nice job
Andrew: Well I gtg
Andrew: So ttyl sis

9 Minutes of Fame

Last nights improv set was more like a few minutes of play time on the stage. We found out that we were going first and that Tim was having a root canal and wouldn't be there to do the lights. Anne was running late and ended up not making it in time. I think she was mad that we went ahead and performed but we had no choice. They wouldn't let us wait a couple of minutes.

The show was fine. I think most of us were disappointed with our performances. Jeremy and James had the best scene of the night. The hilarious song is what made it funny. When the song ended, the lights were pulled. The class after us said that the set seemed really short. I thought it did too. Then I looked at my watch and we had been on stage for all of 9 minutes. I was ticked. I'll admit it. My first thought was, "I took a shower for a 9 minute show!" The other classes got their full 15 minutes. I don't know why they pulled the lights early. It ended on a high note but we had 6 minutes to try to pull off another great scene. I will have words in class on Sunday! I'm not sure what kind of words considering I'm not exactly the most confrontational person.

We did stick around to watch the Level 5 shows. They were amazing. I turned to Jason and James and said, "We have so much work to do!" It scared us a little but more than that I think we were inspired. I got really excited to do the show and to work on it. Where and when else will I have the opportunity to write a show with a talented cast, put it up on a Second City stage, have people run lights for us and have a director all at my finger tips? I think we need to make the most of this opportunity. John's class is already rehearsing outside of class. I have a feeling that we will need to do that soon.

I wrote a song for the show. It may or may not make it. The last line of the chorus is "When I walk into Victoria's Secret it makes me want to kill myself." It's a humerous song.

Fish Out of Water

Saturday night after seeing a terrible sketch show at Chicago's Sketch Fest, I had planned on going home and cleaning my apartment. I could hardly wait to use the Oreck vacuum. But as usual, I was lurred away from my cleaning plans by an opportunity to hang out with friends. Ashley had called and I ended up going to her apartment before we met a friend of hers. It took her two hours to get ready, TWO! Had I known that I wouldn't be going out until after 11 pm I would have headed home. Whatever, it was good to see a friend and glad I did it.

The awkward moments didn't start until I heard where we were headed. John Barleycorn. Did you not hear me? JOHN BARLEYCORN! Gag, eww, psh, blah, blech....John Barleycorn. This place was definitely not my style. I prefer to sit in a quieter place where you can listen to music and talk with your friends. This mega bar is more of a meat market. Granted its not nearly as bad as say, Cherry Red, but still gag, eww, psh, blah, blech. Now Ashley is much more experienced in this world. She works at Rockit Bar for goodness sake. She was definitely in her element. I on the otherhand was just following her around and gathering up the strength not to run out of there.

First of all, Ashley was dressed in her going out clothes: sparkly top, new jeans, heels and a faux fur jacket. I of course was dressed to go play flag football: black shirt, jeans, sneakers and a puffy green jacket (note that I was supposed to go home and vacuum). She looked ready for going out and I looked like sporty spice...the lesbian looking one. I just sang of insecurity! Secondly, Ashley new how to work the room. She got her trademark Effen Black Cherry and Soda drink and surveyed the room. She asked if I wanted to do a walk through. "A WHAT?!!" "A Walk through. You know, walk through the room and check out everyone." "Yeah, I gathered that one." NO I DON'T WANT TO DO A WALK THROUGH. I WANT TO DO A RUN HOME! But I followed her around anyway. I made sure I made no eye contact with anyone. Lord, Why am I single? Anyway, we made our way upstairs to the dance floor. I was so cheesed out by everything around me. I couldn't help but pull out my trademark moves: the robot and anything that made me laugh at myself. Why do people take themselves so seriously? I think we were upstairs for all of 4 minutes. We came back downstairs and met up with her friend and thankfully Jason (fellow Second City classmate) showed up. See Jason, I mentioned you in my blog. I didn't get home until 2 am. I still have yet to vacuum.

Thursday, January 12, 2006

Oreck Vacuum!

I asked for just a normal every day vacuum cleaner for Christmas. I don't necessarily have carpet in my apartment. Its wall to wall wood flooring. But I do have one rug in my room. Admittedly I haven't vacuumed it in probably 8 months...maybe longer. Its not that I'm super messy, I just don't step on it all that often. Plus I'm lazy. My old roommate had bought us a vacuum cleaner. Wait, let me clarify. It was a handheld Dirt Devil. We had more rugs back then and vacuuming meant getting on your hands and needs and sliding the little handheld Dirt Devil back and forth over the rugs. NOT. FUN!

So when I received a huge Oreck box in the mail at work yesterday I lept for joy! This is like a top of the line, down to business vacuum! I love to vacuum! I love seeing the lines it makes in the carpet. I like the instant gratification it brings! Granted carpet is scarce in my apartment, but it still does wonders on the bare wood floors! I think I scared Jessie and Janell a bit with my enthusiasm.

My mom can't help herself. She has to go all out! This thing puts the Dysen to shame. It's smaller, light weight and comes with a smaller vacuum buddy that has easily accessible attachments so I can clean window sills and baseboards. ITS BEAUTIFUL!!!!

Run Away

Last night Jessie was laying on my bed and I was on the floor lacing up a new pair of shoes (I'm a shoe junkie!). Neither one of us wanted to go to bed because I think we were both dreading the next day. Its not that there was anything awful happening, its just the fact that the next day wasn't a weekend day.

I looked at her and said, "hey, lets run away!"

She enthusiastically yelled "OKAY!"

Of course both of us are way too responsible to do something like running away.

I said, "Sometimes I wish I was kidnapped. Not by some sick and violent rapist. More like by some really fun friends who want to rescue me! That would be cool."

Have I reverted to some morbid perspective? Yikes!

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Biggest Loser

Apparently there are "auditions" for The Biggest Loser down the street from work. There was already a line last night as I walked by my el stop. These people are serious. I also saw some people who did not need to be in line for the show. I wanted to pull some of these girls out of the line and tell them that they are beautiful and in no way should they be in line! Maybe what they need is counseling! But I have to admit that its slightly tempting to jump in line. I'd get really skinny, be on television and I just know with my cute personality that I'd become a reality star. Ha! There's more to life than that and I'll keep on pursuing something a little more grand.

Monday, January 09, 2006

Sunday Class

Yesterday was an extremely emotional class as we discussed Jim's death and also the death of Laurie's fiance', Tommy. The class was as wonderful as it was emotional. Tim O'Malley was the perfect teacher for us yesterday. He knows us all well and he was great about opening up discussion. There were definitely tears but also laughter as we shared memories. He suggested that we write some of these down to send to his family and to Second City. There is another article on Jim today in the Chicago Tribune.

I think our class is really bonding again which is something that we need. After class we spent a good hour acting like Junior High drama kids at Corcorans. We had a window booth and would wave enthusiastically at everyone walking by and then laugh hysterically. Maybe we all needed that release. One guy walked by and thought that he probably somehow knew us. He paused, partially waved, then looked inquisitive. I just waved him on because why torture him. Then we raised the dorkiness level by acting like mannequins in the window. No one stopped to look. I can't believe I just shared this information. I mean we were pathetic but we also were dying of laughter. It was just what we needed.

Saturday, January 07, 2006

Jim Zulevic

I just found out some really tragic news. A beloved teacher and performer died of a heart attack a few hours ago. Jim Zulevic died today. I don't even really know what to say or think. I am in shock to hear such devastating news. His death marks the loss of a wonderful, hilarious and talented person. Tomorrow we were supposed to have our first level 5 class at Second City with him as our teacher. He coached our class into better performers only a few months ago. It just won't be the same.

Friday, January 06, 2006

Fattest City

Well, it looks like I live in the just named Fattest City in America. I can't cut a break! Seriously, how am I ever to get fit and remain thin when I live in the one city that ranks as the fattest in the good ol' U S of A? And the U S of A is probably the fattest country in the world. It's a constant battle folks. I guess I need to move to Hawaii where they have the second most fit city in America. I'll take one for the team and move there.

Speaking of Hawaii...I am taking a trip there in one month!! My sweet parents have invited me and my friend Wendy to accompany them to the great city of Honolulu. I think I'll prepare myself for this trip not by exercising but by watching my guilty pleasure, Blue Crush. I own it. It's true. You're than welcome to come over and watch it with me. I know you want to. Or I could go for the more innocent Gidget movies. But don't let her innocence fool you. She was pretty wild back in her day. Don't think I won't be taking surfing lessons by guys ten years my junior with beach blonde hair and tan (notice that's beach, not bleach).

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

Christmas Gift

Christmas was once again a magnificent experience. How could I not enjoy Christmas when I have the most loving and generous family on the face of the planet? We are so loving that it's disgusting...I love it, so go ahead and be disgusted!

One of the gifts I received on Christmas that has just stayed with me is the gift of poison ivy. It's the gift that just keeps on giving. Once you think you've kicked the habit, it pops up in new and unexpected places. What I first thought was dry scalp and a peeling ear turned out to be oozing poison ivy. My little brother loved to refer to it as crusty dried yellow mustard. I have never felt more attractive as I did over Christmas. Andrew was great at pointing out my attractive traits: Poison Ivy/Mustard ear, the hug enormous pimple on my forehead and the one grey hair that is growing at my temple. Someone take my headshots NOW!

But I have to admit that my case of poison ivy could not compare to Patricks which is growing all over and then some. Apparently the steroid shots didn't do much but bring him into the world class baseball arena.

Where did we find the poison ivy in December? In Texas rappelling down a cliff of course! Where else!??

Resolutions

You all know my issues with grocery stores. Yesterday didn't help matters at all! I'm a pretty healthy eater usually. When I cook at home/eat at home, I do the basics and keep it simple. I usually buy the same things when I go to the store. So I gathered up the courage to brave the Jewel and stock up on some goods. Not only is this Jewel just dirty looking but it is always packed and let's face it, it's just not a wonderful experience. My irritation with this whole process was geared more towards the consumer this trip.

I was just IRRITATED at the people who decided to eat healthy for all of 5 days after their New Years resolutions were established. All of the good vegetables were taken. The fruit was ransacked. Chicken breasts that are usually plentiful...no where to be found. I had to build a contraption to reach the last box of Kashi left abandoned on the shelf.

You know what? I gave it a good effort and walked away with food that could make half of a good meal. I have salad with no protein, bread with no meat, and that's about it. But I do have cereal. Cereal is always good for any meal. It's my favorite recipe.