So far, these are my favorite spaces in our new home:
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
So far, these are my favorite spaces in our new home:
Thursday, August 25, 2011
|Yikes! Any of my Michigan friends see what's wrong with the keys we were handed |
by the sellers of our new house?
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
"Step with care and great tact
and remember that Life's
a Great Balancing Act."
-excerpt from Oh, the Places You'll Go!
by Dr. Seuss
I know that exercise has always been a key ingredient for me---running, swimming and yoga in particular. Creating space and structured time to connect with my body and escape my head for a bit seems to do wonders to re-calibrate my sanity. Yet despite my best intentions, once the pace of life picks up and the competing demands of family life and work spin their perilous web, I seem to always lose sight of this and opt to work or rest through time that could have been spent pounding the pavement. Intellectually I know better yet somehow I get swept up and all of a sudden it has been three weeks since I last broke a sweat.
So, my friends, as I take in a few big gulps of deliciously summer-laced air before diving in, what bits of wisdom do you have to offer? What tips do you have for staying balanced amid the tumult of a busy life?
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Monday, August 22, 2011
Okay so here is what I am learning:
1) I have been denying all of my watermelons all of these years the chance to live up to their full potential.
2) Sweet and salty is freaking fantastic.
Turns out that watermelon is pretty amazing, especially when paired with something savory and salty. Still basking in the whopping success of last night's adventures with Tomato, Watermelon & Feta Salad, I set off today to finish off that last 1/4 of a watermelon. This one was a straight up recipe road test thanks to The Recipe Girl and her amazingly easy Grilled Watermelon Salad recipe. (Be sure to check out the link to see her amazing presentation!) That's right---grilled. Makes sense when you think about it. Watermelon is to summer barbecue what cranberries are to Thanksgiving. And so I imagine someone somewhere had a couple of cold ones, was a little bored flipping the burgers and thought "Why not?". Pure culinary genius.
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Having sworn off scales myself after the hard work of untangling some serious eating and body issues in college, I can relate to this bride's desire to rewrite the script of self-examination. In an effort to focus on how I felt rather than what I weighed, I made the conscious and strangely terrifying choice eight years ago to no longer weigh myself. Never. That means no scale in my house, the awkwardness of turning my back at the doctor's office and exercising tremendous restraint at friends' houses. (Although I admit to the weakness of secretly weighing myself in the aisle of a Walmart bathroom section at least two times.) It was a somewhat drastic move but a necessary step towards healing and making friends with my body. When weighing yourself becomes a ritual that has the power to change the course of your day, your mood and your self-opinion, it's simply time to step away from the scale.
Saturday, August 20, 2011
What the heck do I do with this leftover watermelon? Part 1 (A.K.A. Tomato, Watermelon & Feta Salad)
|Why would I think this watermelon was the right size for our family? It's seriously bigger than my daughter's head!|
Friday, August 19, 2011
|Yes, that is a calf garter you see. What can I say? It came with the costume.|
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Monday, August 15, 2011
|Seriously. . .what do you buy for this?|
Sunday, August 14, 2011
This one goes out to anyone who, like me, is feeling the perplexing blend of terror and excitement that comes with an impending school year.
The ebbing tide of summer
is pulling me away
from the luxury of a mid-day nap
from candying lemons
from "What shall we do today?"
from the simple beauty of
bats dancing intricate patterns
across the glory
of a sky that hesitates
between day and night
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Today was one of those glorious summer afternoons where the mosquitoes called in sick and the breeze picked up their shift. It was also one of those loooooong summer afternoons when it became glaringly apparent that I have officially run out of ideas to keep my preschool-starved child busy. So having discovered that the house was mysteriously 10 degrees hotter than sitting in the shade, I packed up my daughter's IKEA easel (love that thing!) and created a little artist's studio outside. We've done this before but today's outdoor art session came with an extra twist.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Okay so in keeping with this beach theme, second only to my disdain for sandy butt syndrome is my ire for the stench of moldy towels. Call me snobby but wiping dry with a towel that smells musty makes me want to step right back into the shower and start over again. You know the smell I'm talking about, right? Maybe you left the laundry in the washer and forgot about it for a few days too many (oops) or maybe you left the beach towels in the beach bag until your next trip (ick) but either way, once that smell grabs hold of fabric, its hard to shake. I have tried re-washing, doubling the detergent, even buying the heavy duty stuff designed to eat odor. Yet even as my hope swells when I pull those clean towels out of the dryer odor-free, it's one shower later and the smell is back, leaving me wedged between the urge to pitch them in the trash and my frugality that refuses to quit on anything potentially salvageable.
So imagine my amazement when I discovered that. . .wait for it. . .
Do you ever stumble upon a tip that is so fabulously simple and wonderful that you just can't wait to share it with other people? The kind that you find yourself trying to slip into conversation because it has made your life so much easier, you want to find ways to pass it along? Yes, I am that person. The one lurking behind you, waiting to drop a tip-bomb on you that, while perhaps remarkably off topic, will send you running to do your very own road test. And so, through the magic of the internet, allow me now to indulge in some good old fashioned tip-ology.
Baby powder is the antidote to sandy butt crack. It is. But let me, ahem, back up a bit.