Best breakfast ever.
Oh Pinterest, how I love thee.
You can click on the link under the picture that says howsweeteats to get the recipe.
It's better than real snickers. Ohmyword.
PS - It's worth the extra pounds...completely worth it.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Snickers
I made these last night. Layer upon sugary layer. They weren't ready to eat until this morning.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Guilty
The Crime:
The Weapon: Dry erase marker
The Guilty Party:
Her brother left the marker upstairs. We forgot to gate the stairs. Really, she's a victim of her circumstances.
Plus, she's cute. That helps.
When Ben discovered the boots and brought them downstairs, I couldn't help but just shake my head. By the 4th child, I've learned that nothing is sacred from the devastating effect of the marker. And let's be honest...Uggs are for comfort over fashion anyways. I'm still wearing them. Now they just have character. ;)
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| Right boot |
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| Left boot |
The Weapon: Dry erase marker
The Guilty Party:
Her brother left the marker upstairs. We forgot to gate the stairs. Really, she's a victim of her circumstances.
Plus, she's cute. That helps.
When Ben discovered the boots and brought them downstairs, I couldn't help but just shake my head. By the 4th child, I've learned that nothing is sacred from the devastating effect of the marker. And let's be honest...Uggs are for comfort over fashion anyways. I'm still wearing them. Now they just have character. ;)
Monday, January 23, 2012
On the Run
This month marks five years that my friend Billie and I have been running together.
Five.
I'm not sure I can express how miraculous that is. But it is. Because it's running.
Billie and I were new friend back then. Our sons were in preschool together, and were good friends (still are)...and the preschool teacher kept getting Billie and I confused for each other. And so that's how we got introduced. She was fairly new to tiny town too and I was desperate to make friends. Billie is pretty quiet, and I am...less quiet, so I sorta stalked her into a McDonald's play date.
She mentioned she was running and I thought to myself...I should do that. It was a whim. But sure enough, we started meeting up a few times a week at 6AM...and from there it took on a life of its own.
We've taken short breaks...due to freezing weather, injury, boredom, and my barfing-all-the-time pregnancy with Lucy. But we always come back to it.
I laugh when I think of all the different things we've discussed on the roads and trails. Because you know, between running partners, what's said on the trails stays on the trails. It's the runners code. Or something. It's safe to say she knows more about me than anyone (other than Ben,)
A running partner is a gift. One that I do not take for granted. Without her showing up at my door, or counting on me, I would absolutely not run on my own. And the fact that we have the same pace...well that's simply divine. And one that can put up with me at 6 in the morning for that long...priceless. She has become one of my closest friends. We joke about whether we run because of the physical part of it...or because it's good therapy.
And the answer is both. Without a doubt.
And after 5 years of running I'm happy to report that the Mizuno Wave Inspires that I have to wear because I "mildly overpronate" FINALLY came in fun colors.
Because really, a little gaudy makes running way more fun.
Here's to five more years of running. At least.
Five.
I'm not sure I can express how miraculous that is. But it is. Because it's running.
Billie and I were new friend back then. Our sons were in preschool together, and were good friends (still are)...and the preschool teacher kept getting Billie and I confused for each other. And so that's how we got introduced. She was fairly new to tiny town too and I was desperate to make friends. Billie is pretty quiet, and I am...less quiet, so I sorta stalked her into a McDonald's play date.
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| This is Billie and I in 2009. :) |
We've taken short breaks...due to freezing weather, injury, boredom, and my barfing-all-the-time pregnancy with Lucy. But we always come back to it.
I laugh when I think of all the different things we've discussed on the roads and trails. Because you know, between running partners, what's said on the trails stays on the trails. It's the runners code. Or something. It's safe to say she knows more about me than anyone (other than Ben,)
A running partner is a gift. One that I do not take for granted. Without her showing up at my door, or counting on me, I would absolutely not run on my own. And the fact that we have the same pace...well that's simply divine. And one that can put up with me at 6 in the morning for that long...priceless. She has become one of my closest friends. We joke about whether we run because of the physical part of it...or because it's good therapy.
And the answer is both. Without a doubt.
Because really, a little gaudy makes running way more fun.
Here's to five more years of running. At least.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
To My Ministry Friends...
To all the pastors wives and women in ministry:
(Sounds so formal...)
Here's a link to a online conference that I signed up for called JustONE. It looks like I'm going to LOVE it. And I think you might to.
If you sign up, and did I mention it's free, then let me know so I can "chat" with you about what you think of it.
Go check it out HERE for more information.
I'm all about learning from other ladies in the trenches. Well sometimes ministry feels like the trenches. And other times...an older gentleman in your church gives you a hard time about how dirty the inside of your crock pot is (because you brought it to mid-week church to make hot cocoa in for the Bible Club Kids and he cleaned up afterwards) but he's only teasing and you don't care because really someone SHOULD clean the thing. But he ends up feeling guilty about it so at 8:15 PM the next evening he drops by a ginormous ham for your family...as a peace offering. And I like ham. Ministry is GOOD!
*please note, you should read that entire last paragraph in one breath, because that's how I would say it if we were chatting in person.*
Long live the run-on sentences!
Now go register...I hate going to things by myself.
(Sounds so formal...)
Here's a link to a online conference that I signed up for called JustONE. It looks like I'm going to LOVE it. And I think you might to.
If you sign up, and did I mention it's free, then let me know so I can "chat" with you about what you think of it.
Go check it out HERE for more information.
I'm all about learning from other ladies in the trenches. Well sometimes ministry feels like the trenches. And other times...an older gentleman in your church gives you a hard time about how dirty the inside of your crock pot is (because you brought it to mid-week church to make hot cocoa in for the Bible Club Kids and he cleaned up afterwards) but he's only teasing and you don't care because really someone SHOULD clean the thing. But he ends up feeling guilty about it so at 8:15 PM the next evening he drops by a ginormous ham for your family...as a peace offering. And I like ham. Ministry is GOOD!
*please note, you should read that entire last paragraph in one breath, because that's how I would say it if we were chatting in person.*
Long live the run-on sentences!
Now go register...I hate going to things by myself.
Friday, January 20, 2012
Blogging Has Changed
I've been thinking about how different blogging has become, since I started four years ago. Back then, I was able to join different sets of blogging communities, so to speak. Of moms, of pastors wives, other Christian women. And within those little networks there was community. We read each others posts, commented, followed along in life. Became friends.
Over the years, some of them stopped blogging. And others, like myself, became less diligent at it. Many kept on keeping on, and I just became totally lazy about commenting. (Plus, we were friends on Facebook and I can keep up with them that way ;) And my google reader grew. And grew and grew and grew until I couldn't keep up with all the blogs I wanted to read, let alone comment.
So I became an observer. Many I check in on whenever there is a new post, but rarely do I comment. I just observe, and quickly head on to the next thing. No wonder I ADORE Pinterest. I get to look at people's AWESOME stuff, and benefit from their AMAZING tutorials, all the while never stopping to say, "Hey Lady, you're genius!"
Shame on me.
I'm going to do better. Probably not great...but better.
The End.
PS - It's a snow day here. The first this year. Theoretically I would be enjoying having all my kids home, and we would play board games and laugh together. In reality, they can't stop bickering and are eating me out of house and home. And Lucy won't take a nap. Life is hard. *cough*
Over the years, some of them stopped blogging. And others, like myself, became less diligent at it. Many kept on keeping on, and I just became totally lazy about commenting. (Plus, we were friends on Facebook and I can keep up with them that way ;) And my google reader grew. And grew and grew and grew until I couldn't keep up with all the blogs I wanted to read, let alone comment.
So I became an observer. Many I check in on whenever there is a new post, but rarely do I comment. I just observe, and quickly head on to the next thing. No wonder I ADORE Pinterest. I get to look at people's AWESOME stuff, and benefit from their AMAZING tutorials, all the while never stopping to say, "Hey Lady, you're genius!"
Shame on me.
I'm going to do better. Probably not great...but better.
The End.
PS - It's a snow day here. The first this year. Theoretically I would be enjoying having all my kids home, and we would play board games and laugh together. In reality, they can't stop bickering and are eating me out of house and home. And Lucy won't take a nap. Life is hard. *cough*
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
This One Thought...
Lots and lots of stuff on my mind this week. Lots of stuff that can't be placed on a blog.
But this one thought...
That those speaking the loudest..who seek to have their opinions voiced, regardless...are often heard the least.
It turns people off. True story.
But this one thought...
That those speaking the loudest..who seek to have their opinions voiced, regardless...are often heard the least.
It turns people off. True story.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
For the Love of Glitter
Three boys.
And then a girl.
Totally entertaining for me.
I've heard Dr. Phil say many times, that the most influential person in a child's life is the parent of the same sex. Our family would be text book Dr. Phil on that point.
My boys love me. But they most definitely do not want to be like me. From the time they were little, they were mimicking daddy...regardless of the fact that they spent all day long with me.
I'm cool with that.
Lucy is a whole other story. She says words in the same tone I do. She looks around for her purse before we head out the door. She takes care of her babies all day long. And sister can dust with a diaper wipe, like none other.
And most importantly...she understands that glitter shoes go with everything.
Notice she's talking on her cell. Multitasking at its finest.
Glitter is a new favorite at our house. Thank you Target.
I buy Lucy's squeakers at a cute little shop locally. They're leather and only $15 there! You can also get them online here. This is her fourth pair and we obviously love them. :) (the squeakers can be removed easily too.)
Glitter is the best.
Then End.
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