There are couples on coffee dates, college students studying, a group of older women chatting and laughing together. The sound of steam escaping from the espresso machine with the soft coffeehouse radio in the background is the perfect backdrop for people watching. Sipping my green tea with stormy clouds outside; the reminder that fall is here and the blistering hot days of summer are behind us.
Chrissy Teigan’s new cookbook, Cravings, is all about the food you really want to eat. She dedicates a fanfreakingtastic section of her book to the Shit You Put On Toast.
Over the weekend I was cleaning out some kitchen cabinets and found this little pocket maker that the hubby bought for me as a stocking stuffer.
This school year, my good friend Emily of Ask Your Records and I have been hiking in the beautiful hills of our town. What started as brown, dry desert quickly transformed into these green rolling hills filled with wild flowers and new life. I mean, you honestly cannot beat this beauty:
You guys! I’ve been MIA because I was ASKED TO REVIEW A COOKBOOK! Little ol’ me!!! I was so honored when I got the email (I think I also snorted coffee out my nose ’cause I was so flabbergasted!)
“Piece of pie, right Jess Musz?”
“No, daddy! Piece of cake!”
Those were the last words I said to my dad before they wheeled me in for surgery. Diagnosed at age four with Thyroid Cancer, I would spend the next two years in and out of the hospital, fighting for my life and coming very close to dying on the operating room table.
One hundred and five degrees. No, that is not the temperature you need the grill to be at to make these skewers. It is however the temperature of the muggy air outside of my house right now. Sweet baby Jesus, someone turn the heat down please!! Think of the Wicked Witch of the West being held under Niagara Falls by Dorothy; that’s how much I’m melting. Although that doesn’t sound like a terrible thing right now, to be under a waterfall of cool water with a Pina Colada… calm island music playing in the background…. Ahhhh, take me there!!
A long time ago, I made a vow to myself to enjoy life and adventure. This past weekend we celebrated my birthday at the beach. Birthday’s and age have never bothered me so at the ripe age of 36, I spent the day in the ocean boogie boarding with my kids, digging sand castles and making them sand mermaid tails, throwing the ball for my dog for hours and resetting my soul with the ocean tide. I’ve always felt a deep connection to the ocean and lo and behold, Pixie is half mermaid 😉
After seventy-two glorious days of summer vacation, school is back in session. As much as I was dreading having the kids go back to school; I think we were ready to be back on a schedule. We packed it in this summer; from beach days to camping, amusement parks to museums, swimming to family reunions to a few days at Gymnastics and Girl Scout camp. The girl’s have wonderful teachers this year and I just know we are going to have a great year… In 2nd and 1st grade.
I could not have just typed those numbers.
Chores! All I really want is CHORES! And in the morning it’s CHORES! Cause in the evening it’s CHORES!
Pixie has reached the ripe old age of 7 1/2 and Buggies just turned 6 (excuse me while I cry a river of “where the hell did the time go” tears). A few months ago, I started scheming the chore jar. Since they were in school, I didn’t want to push the whole “ya gotta do chores everyday thing.”