Mt. Washington

It’s been perfect weather in New England. It’s as if God is rewarding me for fighting my way out of the moody blues last week. The mother in law arrived in style Friday. It was fun to show her the house, it doesn’t look quite the same as it did the last time she left Justin in it. Victory. I affectionately refer to her as Shorty. If you know her, you know it’s right. Anyway, Shorty is up in New Hampshire (the Granite State) for a conference. Speaking of the Granite State, if you’ve got some time google Granite State of Mind and watch a hysterical parody of Empire State of Mind. Back on point, we decided to drive up yesterday afternoon in the glorious sun through the White Mountains to spend a night with Shorty at her conference. Last minute trips are the best. We threw some stuff in a bag, Boo made a great playlist and three hours later we were nestled here in the foot hills. Gorgeous. Today we’re headed up to the peak of the mountain. Famous for the, use your worst weather man voice, WORST WEATHER IN THE WORLD!!!! But today is breathtaking and I’m pretty sure that the top of the mountain will be nothing short of magic. Thanks Shorty for the surprise mini-cation, it is exactly what we had no idea we needed.

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Frozen hot chocolate (via One Ordinary Day)

Ummm. OK. Here’s the deal. I hate touristy spots. HATE. No. Seriously. However, everyone has to do them once. You just have to get your grown up foundational garments all pulled up and say to yourself, “Today, I am a crazy tourist. Today, I am going to do crazy tourist things. AND I AM GOING TO LIKE IT!” These are the days that you wave at other crazy tourist knowingly and say, “Hello, I know in a normal world I would never, ever do this but today we are crazy tourist and we are proud!” Then you take your pictures and go. On one such day, my first trip to New York, my friends took me to Serendipity III. Yes. Like the one in the movie. They told me that I HAD TO HAVE THE FROZEN HOT CHOCOLATE. HAVE TO. They also used their hands for emphasis. EMPHATICALLY. So I “appeased” them. And they were right. It was delicious. So delicious that I dreamed about it later. And EVERY time I go to NYC I go by. I’ve learned to not stay there, there is always a wait. A long one. Crazy tourists. I cannot be put out by them, seeing as how I am practically a local, just stopping in for my crack fix of the OVER-PRICED frozen hot chocolate mix to go. But today, Ordinary Day changed all of that. I never have to go there again (they were subsequently written up in the NYT for health code violations including crawling things.) So, in an act of love, I am passing it on to you. Happy Dog Days of Summer. And enjoy. Guten apetite.

Frozen hot chocolate Frozen Hot Chocolate Oh my gosh, all I can say is it was a good thing that this frozen hot chocolate tasted so delicious.  You'd never believe the mess I made while making it!  We just got a new blender, and I think it's safe to say its buttons are pretty darn sensitive.  I took the lid off the blender, leaned forward, and evidently bumped a button.  Chocolate was flying everywhere!  All over everything!  Not to mention, all over me.  I guess I s … Read More

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Here Comes the Sun

I woke up to sun, and I’m not just talking about Boo. There is literally sun outside right now. I. Am. So. Happy.

So, my friend Emily has been blogging about her adoption via iPhone and I’ve been inspired. I feel like if I would blog from my phone I might actually keep this blog thing up more than fits and spurts. I’m not totally sure though.

I’m not going to lie. I’ve had a melancholy few days. Last night as we were discussing another couple that has just started dating, Boo said, “She’s more adventurous than him and I think that’s good for him.” to which I earnestly asked, “do you think I’m more adventurous than you?” he said, “Absolutely, I mean, when you leave the house.” bahahahahahahaha.

2 things I hate: leaving the house, the phone. Once I’m out of the house or ON the phone I’m fine, but the baby steps to get there can be difficult. I would say my refusal to leave the house is dramatically increased in consecutive days of steady to heavy rain. I think that’s normal.

Yesterday I realized it had gone on too long and I was approaching candidacy for Intervention so I volunteered to take CoCo to work. To reward myself for such bravery I stopped at MY FAVORITE CUPCAKE PLACE Party Favors and got my favorite kind of cupcake, Vanilla Vanilla. I have to say, cupcakes are a pretty solid substitute for sun. At least temporarily.

Now, if I can just work this phone thing out. Unlikely.

Date Night at the Castle

Tonight, is our last date night before the influx of house guests, visitors and boarders arrive.  It’s also the first night that it has not been raining since Sunday.  We’re going to this old school steak place in Boston, it’s kind of “the” steak place among the, ahem, older population in Boston (the younger crowd goes to MOOO, no seriously, that’s what it’s called.)  However, when it’s not restaurant week we cannot afford either.  And one of our best foodie friends DTB always tells us that RW is a good time to go to a steak place because that’s where you’re sure to get this most bang for your buck.  So, on this, our farewell night of the RW tour we are going to Smith & Wollensky.  It’s in a castle downtown.  I am including pics of the castle, the bar and the meat locker.  Mmmmm, not to be mistaken with MOOO.

What’s For Dinner?

First, I wish you could hear the kids upstairs.  It literally sounds like they are climbing on tables and throwing baby elephants full force at the floor and then starting over.

So, I am back on the cooking from the pantry kick.  Only catch?  Boo does not prefer pasta.  No, seriously.  I mean, he will eat it, but he will not like it.  So go ahead and slash all easy/cheap meals from your list.  And don’t be all like, oh you can just cook them with rice because there are reasons you’ve never heard of Rice Alfredo or Rice Primavera.  I mean I don’t eat pasta that often, but I like it as a filler.  Not my man, oh no, no pasta for him.

So tonight as I am trying to figure out what to do with chicken, sausage, zucchini, tomato, onion, garlic shallots and rosemary, I am really grateful to the recipe feature on my Whole Foods App which lets me put in my ingredients and then brings back a recipe.  Here’s what we’ll be eating tonight:

Sweet Italian Sausage with Zucchini and Tomatoes (and all the other garden fresh produce from the Landlords)

Things I’ve Learned (please read as – things I am still learning)



So I found this on a blog that I follow Brookelyn Photography.  I found the blog when I was planning my wedding and I thought her photography was magical.  Then, she posted this today, and I was really moved and wanted to share it.  There are parts of that strike me so deeply I have Selah moments reading it.  I hope that some part of it touches you.  We all need to remember these things that we already “know.”  My dear friend Heather reminded me at one of the most crucial moments in my life that my knowledge was expansive but my actions frequently were incongruent with all that I knew.  Perhaps keeping what matters as our center is key.  For me it is Faith as manifested in Love.  First God’s love for me,  and then in my ability to turn that love around, to heaven and earth.  When that is right, these things “I have learned” come more naturally for me.  What’s your center that keeps the best of you coming naturally?  We should all take a moment today to re-center.  I chose this picture because it was taken after a fall into the ocean and prophetic of a bigger fall in my life.  As I alluded to yesterday, that fall had produced some of the deepest groans and greatest gifts of my life.  Keep calm and carry on.  It’s only life.

Things I’ve Learned

I’ve learned – that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is be someone who can be loved. The rest is up to them. I’ve learned – that no matter how much I care, some people just don’t care back. I’ve learned – that it takes years to build up trust, and only seconds to destroy it. I’ve learned – that it’s not what you have in your life I’ve learned – that you can get by on charm for about fifteen minutes. After that, you’d better know something. I’ve learned – that you shouldn’t compare yourself to the best others can do but to the best you can do. I’ve learned – that it’s not what happens to people that’s important. It’s what they do about it. I’ve learned – that no matter how thin you slice it, there are always two sides. I’ve learned – that it’s taking me a long time to become the person I want to be I’ve learned – that it’s a lot easier to react than it is to think. I’ve learned – that you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them. I’ve learned – that you can keep going long after you think you can’t. I’ve learned – that we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel. I’ve learned – that either you control your attitude or it controls you. I’ve learned – that heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences. I’ve learned – that learning to forgive takes practice. I’ve learned – that there are people who love you dearly, but just don’t know how to show it. I’ve learned – that money is a lousy way of keeping score. I’ve learned – that my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time. I’ve learned – that sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you’re down will be the ones to help you get back up. I’ve learned – that true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance. Same goes for true love. I’ve learned – that just because someone doesn’t love you the way you want them to doesn’t mean they don’t love you with all they have. I’ve learned – that maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you’ve had and what you’ve learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you’ve celebrated. I’ve learned – that you should never tell a child their dreams are unlikely or outlandish. Few things are more humiliating, and what a tragedy it would be if they believed it. I’ve learned – that your family won’t always be there for you. It may seem funny, but people you aren’t related to can take care of you and love you and teach you to trust people again. Families aren’t biological. I’ve learned – that no matter how good a friend is, they’re going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that. I’ve learned – that it isn’t always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself. I’ve learned – that no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn’t stop for your grief. I’ve learned – that our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become. I’ve learned – that just because two people argue, it doesn’t mean they don’t love each other And just because they don’t argue, it doesn’t mean they do. I’ve learned – that sometimes you have to put the individual ahead of their actions. I’ve learned – that we don’t have to change friends if we understand that friends change. I’ve learned – that two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different. I’ve learned – that there are many ways of falling and staying in love. I’ve learned – that no matter the consequences, those who are honest with themselves get farther in life. I’ve learned – that your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don’t even know you. I’ve learned – that even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you, you will find the strength to help. I’ve learned – that writing, as well as talking, can ease emotional pains. I’ve learned – that the paradigm we live in is not all that is offered to us. I’ve learned – that credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being. I’ve learned – that the people you care most about in life are taken from you too soon. I’ve learned – that although the word “love” can have many different meanings, it loses value when overly used. I’ve learned – that it’s hard to determine where to draw the line between being nice and not hurting people’s feelings and standing up for what you believe.

– anonymous-

Everything Changes

I am change resistant.  I think this is a bit like flame retardant.  Flames are bad and you want to retard them.  Somewhere in my mind I think change is bad and you should resist it.  It is like I tried to explain to Boo the other day when he was telling me about something that he thought I preferred… I had to explain to him, “Boo, I prefer the crazy, expensive, trendy (insert item – clothes, car, make-up, major, dishes, bedspread, color) but instead I buy the practical (see previous insert.)”  He seemed slightly unsure, but feigned understanding.

Needless to say we are in the vortex of change.  I moved home from Germany a year ago because of circumstances too vast to enumerate here, also, I changed and have Blog boundaries, so if you want to know about the reasons you can come have a bottle of Trader Joes wine with me and I will tell you them until you don’t want to hear anymore.  Let’s be honest, I don’t want to hear them anymore.  However, the move home did give me Boo.  Who knew in the midst of the worst of me splattered across two continents gossip, er,  prayer chains, he would still love me for exactly what I was, am, and am hoping to become.  Well, that was providence if I have ever seen it.  Alas, it was a change.

Here’s the thing.  The aforementioned stuff didn’t magically disappear from good counsel, therapy, attempted restitution (still in process), growth, etc.  I am still me, and he is still him and all that stuff that we were before – wonderful and weird – now resides under one roof.  We approach it one day at a time and hope for – DUN DUN DUN – change.  Insert screams of horror.

Some of my changes have been good, more frequent showers.  Some of them have been less good, avoiding running like the plague.  (Too hot, too cold, too humid, too early, too late, too lazy) But one of the biggest is occurring right under your nose.

I am going back to school.

No seriously.  After years of fantasizing, I mean, talking about it, I am going to do it.  Talk about a change.  I have no idea what I am going to do for work, which has me in an anxiety ruled panic (how’s all that faith business working out for me now – more Paul, less Mint.com) This is what I hear in my head, “Yes, I’m 33, and I am looking for a 2 day a week job, no weekends.”  And then I hear Cruella DeVille cackles and laughter.  Cest la vie.  I will endure laughter and facing poverty for the sake of not being degree-less for the rest of my life.  I am doing this for me.

As far as changes go… I mean, 33 and back to school.  Not quite the girl I was at 18 when I moved into El Conq at SDSU and promptly named the 2nd floor the Fiesta Floor and looked at my Father like he had three heads when he wanted me to view the “quiet floor”  – uhhhh no thank you.  Now I am the quiet floor, I only have a quiet floor.  I have a quiet house with a live in tutor who keeps talking about study techniques and note taking skills.  What are those?  Also, where are Jason Jefferson Jackson and Erik Kuchel who were my next door neighbors at El Conq – I single handedly blame them for my poor grades at SDSU – always “making” me go to TJ and Beta parties.  Geez – what jerks.  Now I my roommate is the king of good influence and I am pretty sure that failure is not an option.

So, I guess change is not as bad as catching on fire.  However, despite all the good changes happening around here, I still sense that I am change resistant and have the anxiety to prove it.  People tell me regular exercise can really help with that stuff…

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