Saturday, September 21, 2013
Inspired by another bloggers piece I came across today I decided to take the opportunity to document some of the constant dic-toddler commands that are frequently uttered In my home these days…while they are still cute…and only mildly annoying…
1. Hand, Hand! This normally results in being lead to any variety of places or to any variety of things he might find desirable at that time (which of late includes the new container of candy corn in the kitchen…OY) Or just as often this commandment is promptly followed by ;
2. Shoes, Shoes! That inevitably leads to …
3. SIDE, SIDE! This is the one that is repeated over and over and over ALL DAY LONG. Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful that my kid likes to be outdoors-really- but at 5:30 in the morning…when it’s raining…it’s not nearly as charming, or as easy to explain why it’s not happening.
4. More! A term normally reserved for food items, especially of the small orange fish shaped variety (or his new obsession…)
5. Chips! I SWEAR we do not ply this kid with junk food, but I’ll be dammed if he didn’t look over the baby gate last week at the new bag of pop chips I bought at BJ’s and begin emphatically chanting Chip Chip Chip…Not only did I not realize he knew the word…I sure as heck didn’t expect him to ID the bag in a dark corner of the dining room!
6. Pop-Pop: This phrase can actually encompass either or both sets of grandparents or his Auntie but it is directed at the computer, as he believes its only purpose is to see and talk to people who aren’t here… Yea for Skype! (Although he is starting to call in “pudee” which makes the request a tad easier to understand)
7. Dia-poo (Diaper): As in this one is old and full…new one please!
8. Poddy (potty): In keeping with the previous demand, he makes this request often…but always after the deed is done…baby steps
It’s really pretty cool to watch these connections form rapid fire and I know this is the point when it’s supposed to happen but it’s still pretty awe inspiring. Let’s just hope I can keep that perspective as the demands get louder and the vocabulary gets wider!
Friday, May 3, 2013
Your mother is a delinquent who procrastinates on good ideas far too often, but this one she’s jumping on. So ideally while this would read “This is 1 year”, rather than scratch for the memories that should still be fresh (but you are changing far too quickly) I will strive to capture the here and now…
At 15 months old you are 31 and three quarters inches tall and 27 pounds 15 ounces but your personality fills up the space of an 8 foot tall man. Your smiles are so big and so genuine and your belly laughs can make the whole day better. You have just started cutting your eyes and playing coy and when we catch you, you think it is the funniest thing in the world. But make no mistake there is plenty of fire to counter that sweetness. You definitely have your own opinions about what you want and when you want it and you don’t hesitate sharing them. You will furrow your little brow and babble baby unpleasantries at us. For the moment your “tantrums” are incredibly short and for this I am grateful because I know already, with your level of focus and determination, we are in for some epic battles.
You don’t like wearing shoes and make quick work of removing them while you are in your car seat. Socks are sometimes better tolerated but not really, apparently you like feeling rooted to your surroundings. You have been walking since a little before 11 months and now, boy can you can fly. I can barely get down the hall in front of you before you are on my heals. Two weeks ago you figured out how to get yourself onto the couch without any help at all (the hard version of this involves you throwing your leg up as if to scale a wall and pulling and grabbing with all your mite, your newer, much more creative version, involving using your mini arm chair as a climbing tool to make your couch assent). You also just figured out how to use your Bumbo seat as a stepping stool adding a cool 10 inches to your reach span…sorry to burst your bubble but mommy’s moving that one to the attic tonight!
You are talking up a storm…I’m not sure where you get it. You can say mama, dada, dog, hot, bye-bye, hi, shoe and yes (or rather “yea”… we’re working on this one-but its pretty adorable). Sometimes we would swear we hear you say “I got it” or “I don’t know”. You mimic us (and everyone else) like crazy. Your babble has perfect conversional inflection, you clearly know what you are saying-we’re the one’s trying to catch up. To help you “talk” we have been teaching you some sign language. You have mastered signing “please” and “thank you” and now you sign “please” anytime you want something- not yet old enough to understand that please won’t always get you what you want-but your so damn cute when you do it, it almost always does. Daddy has taught you “show me” so that you can guide us to what is it you are grunting about at any given moment…now you take our hands and “show us” EVERYTHING. But it’s so sweet to hold your hand we don’t really mind.
You are very inquisitive and are clearly like your daddy in that you want to see how things work. I see lots of broken stuff in my future. You like to play with the remote control and a toy Elmo cell phone; you also like to pretend to “stir” things like mommy does in the kitchen. Just last night you accomplished this with an old wipes container and a toy hammer. You love books, just not reading them. You prefer to pull them all off your book shelf or chew on the bindings if your teeth are bothering you. Apparently you are getting plenty of fiber as eating paper is becoming a favorite past time. You defiantly prefer the books that have fun textures to touch…or pull out…or eat. As for real food you actually eat really well. There aren’t many things you don’t like, except green beans and this baffles me, but you will still try new things and although I’m sure it will, I really hope this doesn’t change.
You want to be like us in so many ways and do the things we do but it is so very clear that you are your own special person. You give sweet hugs to your friends by leaning your head over to touch theirs, although this sometimes ends in you with your head on the ground, the gesture is so meltingly sweet. You give kisses upon request although when you aren’t really feeling it you might offer up your cheek or on a particularly stingy day the back of your hand. You love dogs and the cats at your daycare and I’m pretty sure you think your daddy is the best person in the world. He is your best buddy and I love watching the two of you together. We have many many wishes for you wonderful boy and at the rate you’re going you’re going to grab hold of them all!
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
|My "quarter size" turned into a silver dollars...|
One big thing I did this time...banged those damn pans...a few more times than prescribed...which might explain the "silver dollar" phenomenon mentioned above...but whatever, there were NO air bubbles to wreak havoc!
I baked each tray individuality this time letting the pans rest too, 15 min for the first one, and subsequently longer for the others as they waited their turn in the hot box. I hoped...oh I hoped upon hope. ..at the nine minute mark when I went to rotate the pan...cracks, ugly ugly cracks...I was greeted with cracks... Dammit...I felt defeated. I was committed to finishing the other two trays but the results were more of the same.
|I even turned them over to cool, sort of like an angel food cake...|
|But I don't really know if it helped...Little tiny "feet" Boo.....|
Bottom line was that I needed these for my party on Saturday and come hell or high water I had to make them work. So what does one do when taking a ride on the failure train you might ask...you ride that bitch to the end of the line...and that's exactly what I did. I had all these Macaroon shells, crappy as they were, and they needed to be filled so naturally I decide to make a brand new butter cream recipe...hey if your gonna fail at least do it spectacularly...and I'll have you know that Swiss butter cream came out fantastic! Finally something went my way!!! It was terrifying as it involved a double boiler and no powered sugar but it is the most amazing icing ever, now I know why the pros use it...so two strikes on the Macaroons but I'll take a ball on the icing. Now if everyone likes them, that'll be a huge home run.
|Swiss Butter Cream goodness|
|Matching up the shells...Today's debacle makes yesterday "failure" look pretty damn good now...|
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
I ground my almonds and sifted my powdered sugar. I followed good baking procedure and weighed all my ingredients (in grams) to be as precise as possible.
For anyone that has known me for at least 5 minutes its pretty fair to say that I'm not the most patient person...ahem...so in an effort to improve my efforts to create similarly sized shells I even took the time to trace a templet on my parchment paper
Despite my best efforts my sizing wasn't as uniform as I would have liked. My piping bag was smaller than called for and I unintentionally overfilled it. So while battling batter overflow out of the top of the bag I did my best to follow my templet.
It was shortly after my prayer session, while I was starting on the dishes, that it hit me...I didn't bang my pans. My heart dropped. I knew at that moment, without even looking, that this would not be the outcome I was so hoping for. This was another one of those items, like the guarantee of failure, that all research sources agreed on. They might call for a different number of bangs, or a different degree turn on the pan before banging again, but they ALL called for it. If you have ever made a meringue you know the goal is to fill the egg whites with air. Ironically in Macaroon making even though you make a meringue to start you actually beat the air back out of the batter when you incorporate the dry ingredients. The banging of the pan is important to remove any remaining air bubbles to not only keep your interiors fluffy but to keep your shell tops from cracking. I entertained a brief hope that maybe it wasn't all that critical and things would be just fine, but I didn't let myself bask in the lie for long, I knew better.
And as suspected...my worst French fears were realized...Cracked...Blah...
Somehow my second pan, while still nothing to write home about, bore much better results. To be honest if my entire endeavor had produced this result I probably would have called this whole thing a HUGE success, in spite of a few cracked tops.
Shiny shells, pretty frills (or feet) overall an excellent first Macaroon attempt
The good news...these still taste great. And oh by the way-are grain free- can a get a Lenten HELL YEA! excuse me while I go eat the evidence!
This is perhaps a precursor to a new blog post titled "living up to my name-and other kitchen failures" but God I hope not.
I like to think I'm a pretty good cook (no one's died yet) and a pretty decent baker (although boxed brownie mix is my nemesis-go figure that shit) but I've had a goal in my sight lines that I have managed to stall on repeatedly...Macaroons.
I had declared the summer of 2012 as the summer I would master the Macaroon...a declaration made mind you while I was still pregnant...and thus naive...and slightly delusional. What? My conjured images of whipping up French delicacies while my infant slept serenely in the background was a stretch you say? Anywho, needless to say I've yet to even attempt a batch, but that's all about to change.
This weekend I'm hosting a shower for one of my dearest loves and these little dainty morsels seem to be the perfect sweet bite to complement the occasion. Knowing (after my copious amounts of reading) that they improve with several days in the fridge I'm going to attempt them tonight. I promise to take pictures along the way and give an honest account of the exercise but I'm really hoping tomorrows post Is more Rah Rah and not ewww blah...
Friday, March 8, 2013
I'm currently sitting at the eye Dr. waiting for these terrible dilation drops to kick in.. .yuck. ..apparently Free Feb. must have had a positive effect because I passed on spending the extra 40 bucks to use the fancy camera to do this test opting instead to do it the old fashioned way....the WAY stupid way by the way. Those blind lady sunglasses I'll get to take home are only a small consolation prize...
As I sit here waiting for my pupils to turn into saucers all I can think about is how hungry I am! My next thought is how that stupid hard boiled egg in the car sounds completely unsatisfying. I want a scone. A big fat cinnamon-y one from Starbucks...with a big fat coffee. Ahh, not even half way through Lent. I'm already harboring fantasies of pizza for Easter dinner. I had really hoped this would be easier. I mean it IS getting easier. For example I had zero heart ache passing up multiple offers of shared Girl Scout cookies this week...and I do mean multiple, seems like someone had a new box every day, spreading the sugary carb-y goodness (and guilt) to everyone. Even just day to day stuff is good...as long as I'm prepared! See eating grain free isn't complicated. I can have all the meat, fruit, vegetables and nuts I want but short of an apple or hand full of nuts how many of those item are"quick" or prep-less? Its the 6:30 in the morning "I'm starving and don't want to scramble an egg" moments that are hard. I've found a few approved recipes that might offer me some better quick grab "healthy" options for that always challenging start to the day. I mean think about it, breakfast above any other meal of the day is the one most riddled with grain loaded convenience foods (think cereal, cereal bars, granola bars, oatmeal, donuts, bagels...you get where I'm going here...), and let's face it we are a people of convenience...and instant gratification...which can sometimes only be cured by a big fat scone...but not today, not today my friends.
|They don't even have the paper retractable arms anymore! What a rip off...|
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Well, the end of one road anyway. Today marks the 28th and final day of Free February. All of a sudden my palms feel itchy ;)
While I'm glad to have the "restriction" lifted I really don't expect tomorrow to feel that
different, which I guess is a good sign. How does the saying go, 21 days to make or break a habit. Certainly it's rediculous to think I could do this forever, and one lunch out every now and then isn't going to kill anyone but the message has certainly hit home that I had slipped down that slippery slope known as retched excess!
Maybe I'll keep this in my back pocket and pull it out every once and a while, sort of my own version of juicing, when I need a financial reset. For now though I'm going to sit back, relax and stare at my bank balance... while sipping a Starbucks of course ;)
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Regardless, I managed to stay strong, but it wasn't without a few second thoughts...and a little drool. I know these first few weeks are the hardest.
Would you look at that. I just wrote an entire post about donuts. Oy! Did I change the world today, probably not, but that 7 sec. trick might come close ;)
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
We all experience moments when we feel our mortality more acutely than others, today was one of those moments for me. I attended a funeral today. Like most, it was both beautiful and raw, a mix of laughter and tears but unlike every other funeral I have attended in the past decade this was a memorial to a life lived long and a life lived well, as evidenced by the 4 long church pews reserved for and filled by immediate family. In these moments, when you hear the life of another recounted through the love of those they left behind, it’s hard not to ask yourself what your legacy will look like. What will be said about you when you are gone? Are you living a life in the here and now that will tell your story completely when you are gone? I know I yell more than I should, cuss more than I should and fight a temper that sometimes boils over too quickly. I also know that I love as hard as I can, trust more than I probably should and really try hard to put others before myself, but some days are clearly more successful than others. I know I should go to church more and want so badly to make that a part of my family’s life but am not taking the steps to make it happen? I want to give Buster a foundation that teaches tolerance and acceptance of things that are different. That embraces kindness over hatred and that encourages service to others but am I living my life in a way to show him those things? Am I walking the walk? I don’t fear death per say, maybe how it might come to me, but not actual death. I know my Lord and I know that my time in this place is finite but I mean, isn’t that the point? We all, every one of us, has a limited amount of time to make our mark, if we had “forever” would we be as motivated to make the most of the hear and now? Would we be as compelled to strive to be better versions of who we are today? I don’t know. Part of me feels that if there were no beginning and end to this life that it would be far too easy to just let each day slip by and not give any thought to who we are or how we treat others because we would have infinite days ahead of us-why bother now? But we don’t, we don’t have an infinite number of days. We don’t even get to know how many of those days we will be given, sort of lights a fire under you hua? A reason to wake each day and think, if this is my last day what will my gift to the world be today? Will I leave this Earth having done the absolute best I can? I hope so my friend, I certainly hope so.
Friday, February 22, 2013
I'm one week away from the end of Free February and one quarter of the way through this Lenten season and, well, I'm not dead. (As evidenced by this woefully belated blog post) As I am drawing near to the end of my one month spending freeze I interestingly find that its not such a big deal anymore. I don't walk by the vending machine and give it that sideways glance you reserve for an old boy friend who has rebuffed you, nope I walk right past that big money taker, processed food dealer and don't even think about it. I don't even crave the Starbucks runs...OK I'm lying, I miss them like hell and I keep entertaining daydreams of my wonderful husband surprising me with a grande bold cup of love. ..one sugar in the raw and some half and half if your reading this...babe...babe. ..I digress. In all seriousness, even though it's not complete I can already call this little experiment a success as it has truly reformed my thinking on "need". I submit for example this striking moment of clarity: disparate to get out of the house with the baby this past Sunday i decided we would go to the store...not a luxury, not a cheat...or is it? Disguising a trip to the market as an excuse to leave the house when we didn't really need anything IS luxury spending...even if it's just on a box of raisin bran.. .which it wasn't...cause I can't have that either. ..
On that front I'm happy to report that things have been better than I thought (save for one bad day where my two "projects" collided and my daily intake was all pop chips or trail mix) and restarting my Paleo-ish habits has me feeling better already.
I have been feeling guilty that I haven't made daily contributions to this blog. I find if I don't have something "interesting" to say (and clearly this is subjective) I don't feel motivated to post. Beyond that l work full time and by the time I get home and start my real job I really run out motivation but maybe not much longer. Today's big accomplishment... I downloaded the mobile version of Blogger! Most of this post has been written on it and so far I really like it but until I find the spell check feature
I'm up a creek! Hopefully my latest dance with the technology devil will help me improve this crazy idea of blogging.
Saturday, February 9, 2013
Things got off to a rough start around here this morning. In my joy and haste to enjoy my free cup of coffee on Thursday somehow it escaped me that by having that empty bag I was now out of coffee...until yesterday morning! Hello, my name is Lori Ann and I am a coffee addict. I'd say caffeine addict, which is probably more accurate, but since I don't drink soda and rarely drink tea, coffee is my primary fix and boy do I feel it when I don't get it. I know its not the best for me, depending on what article you read, but I figure it like this; I don't do drugs, I gave up smoking years ago and my drinking days have been reduced to the occasional glass of wine/beer on a Friday night so if this is my worst vice...so be it. I muddled thorough my morning yesterday by digging out an old Tasters Choice decaf (Blasphemy) single serve left over from my pregnancy days...seriously the day I could begin drinking my beloved again that decaf got shoved to the back...way back and that almost coffee taste held me until I got to work and could get a cup of the real (all though not nearly as delicious as my K-cup) deal. Well fast forward to this morning...SATURDAY morning and there was nothing there to save me, not even crappy office coffee. Being that I'm on this spending freeze dashing to Starbucks was clearly not an option and loading the baby in the car to go to the grocery just for coffee seemed like a poor secondary option. Buster has been a big bag of whiny for the past two days. Judging by the globs of drool falling out of his mouth and the random fever he had this week I blame teeth, probably his 1 yr molars, but Ill keep you posted on that. Anywho! The only thing that kept him moderately happy this morning was me sitting in the floor to be at his utmost disposal weather for sitting, climbing, snuggling-my favorite-or being his human tissue...as I sat there I really though about just how similar we are to Gorillas, the way their babies hang and climb all over them...I digress...This morning was his 9:15 make up class at MyGym. His regular class is on Thursdays and he normally goes with the Hubs but the weeks where work conflicts I get a chance to take him. To be honest I spent a few hours this morning (yes you read that correctly, I had a few hours to think about this IE: We've been up since 5:30) trying to talk myself out of it. He's so whiny, he's tired, he's going to be a mess and we HAVE to go to BJ's today (we need coffee after all) But by 8:00 when he was still hanging on I decided to stop being selfish and get us dressed and go. I knew he was tired so I decided to leave at 8:30 thinking I could take the long way and he could sack out for the ride. Par for the course, that plan was a bust. He finally falls out a little before 9 and I'm figuring I'll let him sleep in the car until the last possible minute. We arrive, get parked and all of a sudden it hits me, I'm wearing my Uggs...which means no socks...which means no My Gym...SERIOUSLY!?!? I blame the coffee deprivation...Soooo after mentally kicking myself A LOT we head for BJ's.
I love club shopping but this trip had me nervous. Never mind the sleep land mine I was navigating but I knew the items I needed were the big ticket ones; the toilet paper, the paper towels, baby wipes, coffee...so it was extra awesome when I got to the checkout and found out that our membership had expired! Ohhhhh Where. Is. That. COFFEE!!??!!! I don't even want to type the final bill. I take the tiniest amount of comfort in the fact that I didn't make any "splurge" purchases today. The bill was big (especially with the instant 50.00 charge to re-up our membership) but everything purchased was something we needed...of wait, I did get sea salt...I guess we didn't need sea salt but my cookies might argue that. (a big mouthful of kosher salt is not always a good thing!) So in an effort to mitigate the damage I resolved to hole up here for the rest of the day to remove any spending temptation (infomercials what?) Thankfully I have wonderful friends and two of them invited me and my whiny little appendage over for a lovely dinner and much need play date. I think Matthew had a good time too ;) Thank goodness for the kindness of friends!
Thursday, February 7, 2013
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
I'm not the least bit ashamed to admit that the "F' word is by far my favorite of all the curse words. Perhaps this is a problem in and of itself but that's a post for another day. I use it far more often than I mean to, certainly more that would lady like, but considering there are scientific studies that show the physical and emotional benefit to using curse words as stress reducers I'm going to continue in the name of self preservation.
Today however the "F" bomb I'm looking to drop is a different one. Today, my "F" stands for failure...
This is what got me today...only 5 days in. When I went to pick up Buster from daycare I was told he had woken up with a fever this afternoon. The good news, as far as I was concerned, was that he was acting pretty normal, fussy maybe, but still running around babbling his little head off. So I told her we would monitor and keep her posted before we brought him back. As stupid as it may seem, taking this kids temperature stresses me out (and sometimes results in me utilizing my previously mentioned stress reducer). Trying to get him to hold still while I attempt to press his little arm to his side to hold the thermometer in place for what feels like FOREVER has yet to really work for me. The Hubs can do this no problem, but mom...not so much. So ironically just a few days ago I had made the decision to finally get one of these instant read jobbies for both of our sakes but clearly I had planned on waiting until after Free February. Why? Because we already have a thermometer. Rendering this one, albeit so much better...a luxury. Crash. Burn.
I spent a fair amount of time beating myself up for this tonight. Despite the fact I have used it multiple times already with not only success but no incident what so ever makes part of me (the logical side) F'n happy. But that other half, the half that is trying desperately to reconcile a failure on a 28 day project only 5 days in has struggled. And then I told myself to get over it. So what. One failure does not define the whole experience, unless you let it. I mean lets face it, without a fair amount of failure how does one learn to really appreciate success? I might lose of few of you here but I take a pretty hard line on this concept. I do not subscribe to the notion of "every kid gets a trophy". I also don't think every kid should make the team/play/band whatever just because they try. I really feel these things do a terrible disservice to our children because that is JUST NOT how life works. You don't get a job just because you show up for the interview and you certainly don't get a raise/promotion just because you have good attendance. As a parent, I get it. We want to shield our children from pain and upset. We work so hard to build their self esteem and sense of worth and it is torture to watch your hard work chipped away by someone who doesn't appreciate how fabulous they are. But guess what not everyone they encounter in their lives is going to find them to be the little gems we know they are. So yes failure sucks and it hurts but it also teaches. It teaches us that we aren't invincible and that sometimes our best wont be good enough but that's ok. The beautiful thing about failure is that it is just a comma not a period. Its a pause in a path but not the end of a journey. So you don't make the team the first time you try, you identify your weakness and work to grow stronger and you try again. So you don't get the part in the school play, you keep honing your work and audition again and again until you find the part you were meant to play. So you spend unplanned money on a thermometer to take care of your sick kid, you brush it off and give yourself a chance to do better tomorrow. You embrace the failure because success without failure just isn't as sweet.
Monday, February 4, 2013
I thought I might make it through the whole weekend without spending ANY money but of course life had other plans. For one it slipped my mind that we had planned on hitting Babies R Us this weekend to take advantage of their trade-in sale. Buster was using a car seat I got from a friend that really filled a gap for us, but had expired in December. And while many Americans might ignore an expiration date stamped on a car seat, when your Hubs has sat through 40+ hours of car seat training you are not afforded that luxury (and as an added safety commercial-you really shouldn’t ignore it-the plastic can degrade over time due to extreme temp conditions in your vehicle and it can really weaken the safety and effectiveness of your seat. So please, don’t ignore this date, it could save a most important life!). Couple this with the fact that we also reached the 30” mark and we had two car seats that needed to be replaced… OY. Thankfully we had been hording gift cards, some of which we received3 when he was born, that had been earmarked just for this purchase. So I am happy to report that after extensive research we selected our new seat (Times 2) and with the trade-in credit on one, a coupon for the second and a cash in of our gift card stash we only came out of pocket 125 bucks. Still no small day but this was certainly a necessary expense and we managed to do it at a time when we could maximize our savings so I’ll count it as a win.
Speaking of win, quite a game last night! I love football but I’m team agnostic. I have never, for whatever reason, formed a true sports allegiance. I tend to sort of pick and chose based on the game and who happens to be playing. I guess I had sort of aligned myself to the 49’s last night, due to the fan base that surrounded me, but I can enjoy a good play regardless of who makes it and there were lots of good plays last night…some fairly shitty ones too…but for the most part a really exciting game to watch. We ended up deciding, fairly last minute, to have a few friends over to watch the game (those of us with early to bed ankle biters don’t make the best guest for a party that doesn’t even start till 6:18) and I needed lunch supplies for my work week so a trip to the grocery was required yesterday too. This I will claim as my failure for the day. Not only did I not have a list (or any coupons) I had a sleeping baby in the car. So I got dropped at the front door and proceeded to play my own game of Supermarket Sweep. The combo of no list, no coupons and no time did not make for a very responsible grocery run. So naturally I get home to find that I had forgotten things I needed, surprise, surprise and I spent WAY more than I would have if I had planned and prepared properly…What’s that about the 7 P’s: Prior Proper Planning Prevents Piss Poor Performance…I got the last three down pat…
Saturday, February 2, 2013
I had the amazing honor of accompanying my bestie wedding dress shopping this morning. If you have never shared this experience with someone before add it to your bucket list, really, you must. (go camp out at David's Bridal if you have to, believe me every woman can use one more cheerleader!) To see the excitement, joy, hopefulness that a wedding brings is really a beautiful thing. Its one of the reasons I firmly believe we should all be allowed to remarry at least every 5 years. Before you go gettin all crazy, you can totally remarry the one who brought you, but to have a chance to revive that spark, to look at that person, your person and remember why you said "I do" is really a gift...and fresh sheets and towels every 5 years seems about right to me too...
After such a successful trip, and lots of hard work, tummies were rumbling so naturally everyone wanted to grab lunch. But wait...lunch outside of my kitchen falls squarely into the no-no zone....@$*#...So I had to bow out....which really totally blew (but not quite as much as the peanut butter and jelly I ended up having for lunch). A not so pleasant reminder that often times when we spend those nonessential dollars its really driven by a social need over a material one. I wanted more than anything to kick back over all you can eat soup, salad and breadsticks and raise a very large, very frosty glass to one of my most favorite people in the whole world, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Truthfully were I not openly sharing this endeavor I would have said screw it and gone anyway, which is precisely why I AM sharing this endeavor. Accountability. Like so much in life if no one knows your doing something then no one has to know if you fail. Conversely if no one knows what your doing then there is no one to lift you up and offer you a had when you fall...Sigh...
So whether you intended to or not, thanks for the nudge to do the right thing today, consider your good deed done.