Yes, I knoooooow, things look weird around here, but in keeping with my "out with the old and in with the new" spring cleaning schlamazzle, I decided to switch things up, rather than wait for my lazy ass to decide on HOW exactly my new design should look. I keep changing my mind and I am sure it is totally frustrating, so let's just use this look for the time being, mmmkay?
Last night, in a fit of delirium, in between making Philly cheesesteaks and roasted broccoli, I decided to sign up for our school team for a 5K run at the end of next month. It's for a great charity and I need some sort of motivation to jump-start my lackluster exercise routine. Mackie is going to do it with me, so we are going to train together, as well as some other friends from school.
Wheee! Let the injuries begin! Because, we all know that I have all the grace of a Snufflelupagus. A Snuffleupagus with a glass eye and a peg-leg.
So I've dragged out my sports bra and running shoes, both of which have been staring at me balefully from within my closet, but starting today, they will regret they ever had to leave the closet.
Because I am a big, fat stupid head, I totally forgot to wish my friend, Paqueenie, a happy birthday on Saturday. We've been friends for eight? nine? years and although she is fair-haired and a skinny hoar, she's also the funniest Aussie trapped in Minnesota (doncha know) that I have ever met. Happy late birthday, Cheryl. Here's to many more years of snarking on the befuddled, the zapped by dying batteries and the unfashionable.
OH, MAH, LEGS? THEY HURT.
What was I thinking?
Night, night and all that jazz. I gotta stretch this lazy ass before I turn into a peg-leg Snuffleupagus.
After sleeping in gloriously late, I am spending the day today cleaning drawers, cupboards, the fridge and closets and cooking. The husbando is away all day in TO for some BBQ class, so it's just the kids and I getting jiggy with our inner Molly Maid.
So far I have taken the girls for a walk, cleaned out three kitchen drawers (Why do I own so many fucking wooden spoons?) de-cluttered my cookbook collection (Buh-bye Pillsbury "cook" books) and made shells with crispy pancetta and asparagus for lunch.
I also joined a local food co-op this morning. I went out yesterday with my friend and birthday twin, for our annual birthday lunch and w(h)ine-fest to Rest - Stone Road Grille, which is a fabulous local restaurant in the heart of wine country. We had a really great lunch which featured locally grown food and meats. I had the meatloaf sandwich (meaaaat looooaaaf) and a chef salad with duck confit and the cutest little quail's egg on top. DELISH!
Over lunch, we talked about our mutual love of food and cooking and how lucky we are to live in an area of great produce and local farms that specialize in the farm to table lifestyle. Over the past two years, well, almost three, cooking has become more than a necessity for my family. It has become somewhat of a passion for me, because even though there were days I couldn't eat what I cooked, the mere act of chopping and stirring made me happy and helped me forget how crappy I was feeling.
As time has gone by, we no longer frequent fast food or even many chain restaurants. My kids get excited about what's for dinner and less reliance on quick processed food has definitely helped us all feel better and more aware than ever before.
So I am hoping this co-op of organic meats and free range vegetables (hee) will inspire me to cook even more (new) family favorites. I have herbs growing in my dining room bay window and I am excited to pick up some heirloom tomato transplants next month.
For me, spring has always been about looking forward to the next year. Call it my Happy New Year. So today as I weed out my wooden spoons and too big t-shirts, I am not only removing the clutter from my mind, but also from my mind.*
Blah, blah, blah. Yeaaah, I know. I've fallen off the radar. Again. I, of all people, know how muchly I suck. It would be great if I had a really awesome excuse, but sadly, I am too lame. I've just been busy with children and work and stuff that is really too boring to talk about.
But now, the sun is shining, spring is here and I am crawling out of my self-induced hibernation to say, "What's up, internet?"
Mmmhhmm, mhhhmmm, that's nice. Let's talk about me instead.
We just got home last week from our trip down South. We stayed in Lexington (lurve it there), then Atlanta for four nights and then we drove up into the North Georgia mountains to stay at Brasstown Valley Resort. We rode everyday while we were there, which thrilled the girls. They are both totally horse-crazy now and I am so excited because I get to ride too. Whee! Horsies!
Mackie on Rebel. He was a total brat and kicked my horse three times. Hee.
In the lead is Gerry. He was as Southern as can be and chock full of crazy stories. (Check out my exceptional posture.)
Mackie on Speckles. Yes, that's right I was taking pictures while riding through the mountains. Call me a multi-tasker.
We had a gorgy 3 room cottage at Brasstown Valley. There was a full kitchen so we ended up cooking dinner there, although their room service menu looked yum. The weather was sunny and springy while we were there, but the nights were cool, so we had fires at night. The pool at the resort was in the main lodge, so of course, the girlies went swimming everyday.
All in all, it was a fabulous get-away and judging by the four books I read whilst away, I'd say relaxing too. I'll be posting the rest of the piccies this afternoon (The mothership's stupido computer won't allow her to view them in her inbox, so I hafta post them online for her to view.)
Tomorrow is my 39th (SOB!) birthday and I am supposed to be working my little ass off today so I can hit the town with my friends and familia, but instead I am making a white bean barley and smokey ham soup out of Easter left-overs since it is rainy and cool here today. I've been cooking and experimenting with more and more whole grains lately and now I am addicted and adding them to everything.
I've been documenting and trying to (glamorously, dahling) photograph my new foodie adventures, so expect a new recipe section soon. I am working with a graphic designer on a new masthead because frankly, this place needs a make-over. And I need a face-lift, but that's a whole other story.
More soon, mah dear internets. I've missed your cute little face.