I started this blog in 2012. Someone told me about WordPress and suggested I give it a try. I instantly loved it. Over sharing to a bunch of strangers and friends? Count me in! I can’t believe it’s taken me this long to have a logo.
I have to thank my new friend Alicia (pronounced AL-eeecia not AL-eeeSHAA). She is working on an exciting new project and asked me to be involved. But in order to be involved I have to do something that makes me uncomfortable, no, more than uncomfortable- it terrifies me. Self promotion! Eeek. Not my thing. I want you to love me on your own, I cringe at the idea of asking for it. But all growth is cringy. Not easy. So I’m going for it.
The other scary thing I have to do is record a video (!!!!). I think I’ll have to sedate myself in order to do it.
The logo was hard enough. Thank goodness for my support team. 3 people who I can always count on for sheer, brutal honesty (except my husband who is always giving me advice that I immediately ignore). My three logo champions were: Katherine, who is not just annoyingly smart and brilliant – but has actual tangible skills to get shit done. My baby girl – who told me immediately that the image created originally by the graphic artist was whitewashed and I shouldn’t use it (whitewash is bad. Ok, learning, learning). And my pal Sarah..who is always dropping truth bombs and not letting me get away with anything. I need to ditch her eventually.
This illustration was made from a pic I took from a very glam night before Covid. I’m not sure I’ve ever looked like that again, but I’m taking creative license. Listen I gave up the whitewash didn’t I? Do I wear jewels every day? Ofcourse not. I haven’t even worn pants with buttons since March 8th. But sometimes if I’m super lucky with weather and humidity, my hair kind of, sort of looks like that. A little. Oh leave me alone!
So after all these years I have a real logo. I’m finally a real boy Geppetto! Feels good.
It’s not exactly sweater weather this weekend. It’s been warm and sunny and beautiful in PA. But way back on Tuesday – when it was chilly, I bought some butternut squash in hopes of making a soup. I googled a couple of recipes for a chilled soup but decided to do my usual. It’s so easy and so good.
Start by roasting the squash with olive oil, salt, pepper and garlic powder at 375 degrees for about 20 minutes. Maybe 15 minutes considering I scorched mine.
Once the butternut squash is done sauté a small onion until translucent and add some ginger if you have it. I’ve now reverted to buying chopped garlic and ginger. I know fresh is better. I don’t care. I blame 2020.
Once the onions are done, add the squash.
You can snack on the bits that burnt to the pan and act like you meant to do that.
Add 2 cups of vegetable stock and bring to a boil.
Once it comes to a boil, reduce heat to low and blend.
Add a little heat (you know I can’t help myself)
Now add a little honey for sweetness. Look at my cute little honey jar. My husband’s beloved aunt made them. She’s so stinking talented. Every time we go to visit her I wander in her studio and somehow beg my way to several pieces. I’m shameless. One day everyone will be able to order from Kathy Gray Clay (if I can help it).
Ok back to the recipe… add about a 1/3 cup of heavy cream. I bought light by mistake but it’s fine. Either one works. I bet even coconut cream would work.
And viola! Serve in your beautiful Kathy Gray Clay bowls and you’re ready for a rocking Sunday night.
My first bathroom selfie! What took me so long? It’s adorable. Look how slimming the long mirror is. Anyway that’s not what this post is about. It’s about my coat. Not a coat of many colors, but a coat of much girth and fabric. Isn’t it fantastic? My husband called me a character from Star Wars – I can’t remember the name but it’s the people all wrapped up like Wookies. Maybe he called me a Wookie…
Someone else commented that it looks like a sleeping bag. Yes! Exactly the look I was going for. Seriously. It’s been so wacky in the Northeast weather wise. One day it’s 60 degrees, and the next it’s 6. I needed a coat that did me right. That wouldn’t let me down. Get it. Down. I don’t mind being warm or even hot, I can take it. I don’t love it, but I’m tropical – I get over it. What I can’t stand is being cold. And guess who is never cold in this coat? This guy!
Is it attractive? God no. Would I wear it if I was a young, single gal out on the town? Who knows, I’ve never been young and single. And I certainly have never been out on the town.
Did you hear about the passengers stuck for 30 hours on the cold Amtrak in Oregon? I could’ve kept the whole train warm under here. Those are the exact kind of emergencies I bought this coat for. That and going to Target early on Saturdays. I could be wearing pajamas under here and no one would be able to tell.
Surprisingly this coat wasn’t that expensive – which probably means most people want nothing to do with it – but that’s just fine with me. Here’s one of me with the hood on and a giant scarf to go with my giant coat.
That’s really all I wanted to tell you today. I gotta go now and take more bathroom selfies. xoxo
2) Someone (my husband) threw the stick part of my wet Swiffer out and even though it took me months to realize it, I wanted to use it today and now I can’t.
3) Jussie Smollet. Why?? You won the lottery. You are an actor with a full-time job. A steady paycheck. Probably enough money to change the way you were living. Why. WHY throw it all away with a career-ending stunt?? In the words of Cardi B,” you ruined Black History Month bro”.
4) Jordyn Woods. Why?? You won the lottery. Your best friend is a billionaire. She’s letting you live her life with her. Not enough? WHY?? Krazy with a Kardashian K.
5) Can someone invent a pantry door that shuts itself? It may save the lives of the people who live at my house.
6) Abducted in Plain Sight omg. OMG. Two hours of shouting at the TV.
I’m here on the couch moping with the cat. Where is my storm?? I really wanted it. I am so ready for it. I mean I didn’t buy bread or milk or anything, but mentally I’m ready for it. I’m ready to cancel plans. Ready to not leave the house for the next 48 hours. Ready to not shower, stay in my pjs, and take intermittent naps all day long. I had planned on making my husband feel guilty for not getting firewood. I was looking forward to that all week. Now I got nothing.
And it’s almost 40 degrees outside. WTF. I think I just saw a peek of sun. So frustrating.
Now I’ll be expected to do things. Empty the dishwasher. Put my contacts in. Get off the couch. This isn’t what America is about! I can’t even depend on weather I was promised.
My daughter drove back to school yesterday so she’d beat the storm up in New York. I bet they’ll get a foot. Or two. Pennsylvania, Pennsylvania, you make me sad. I’m not mad at you. Just really disappointed.
I love a good rainy Saturday. Practice or game cancelled? Fantastic. Can’t go to the outdoor BBQ? Sweet. Have to stay home all day? Sign me up.
We can be productive tomorrow. Today is for watching HGTV and doing nothing to the house. It’s for napping so hard that you’re tired when you wake up. Or for giving into your newly found obsession for Instagram. Excuse me while I go look at every picture Rob Lowe ever posted.
Happy Saturday everybody!
Happy New Year friends. Hope you did exactly what you wanted last night. We went to a grown-up party – I slapped on some make-up and everything. It was loads of fun. In fact, fun is what we’ve been having since Thanksgiving. Eating, drinking, merriment making fun *burp*.
This was the sky when we finally headed out of the house today. Well…this was the sky after a couple of filters but you get the point.
2013 was a year of change for our family – and we rocked it. In the moment the changes seemed scary and jarring – but looking back they were exactly what we needed. We shook off the negative to make room for the positive. Was it perfect? No. But that’s how we like it. Perfectly imperfect.
I have no idea what this new year will hold for me or my family. I’m sure there will be successes, failures, laughter, tears, music and fun. There will be a 16th birthday, an 11-year-old boy in the house, a new driver’s license, family gatherings, an 18th wedding anniversary and two adults sinking deeper into their 40s. How will it all go down? I dunno. But I promise you one thing. I promise you that I’ll blog every step of the way.
Thank you so much for the year behind us and here’s a toast to our year ahead! Together. Whether you like it or not. Ahem.
Don’t these pictures look like they are black and white? They aren’t .
What’s this post about really? I dunno. I took 3 pretty pictures and wanted to share them with you? I’m trying to kill time while waiting in line at the bank? Who knows.
I’m off all the week. It’s my transition week. My I-don’t-work-anywhere week. My I’ll-just-sit-here-and-stress week. Why can’t I luxuriate in my freedom and enjoy the days? Why am I imagining every worse-case scenario? Cause that’s how I roll. My brain is like a chicken with its head cut off.
The snow storm was a nice diversion from all this free time. It was the perfect amount of snow, just enough to feel like a storm but not so much that we are trapped for days. It started at 7am and ended by 3pm. Then the sun came out.
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