Friday, January 29, 2010
I managed to get in a 4-mile run AND go to boot camp before coming home to my clean house (Darling David cleaned...love him!). I threw the pizza rolls in the oven and hopped in the shower.
By the grace of God, I was dressed (sweatpants=dressed in my world) AND had dry hair before people arrived. It was a miracle.
Pizza roll things turned out awesome. They weren't the most beautiful snack in the world (they're on the blue platter close to the bottom of the picture), but they were gone by the end of the night. Pizza rolls! I am totally making you again.
The yogurt-cheese thing, on the other hand, did not turn out to swell. I'm pretty sure I'm the only one that ate any, and it tasted like thick plain yogurt with dill. Yes, I realize that's what it technically was but, COME ON, it was supposed to look like cheese.
Seriously, check out this link. Dilled Yogurt Cheese I'll wait.
See? How pretty is theirs? I had to put mine in a mug to contain it. And, just so you know, my yogurt did not have gelatin in it...I actually checked (and double checked when it wasn't setting up).
Oh well... I'm going to let it go. Mostly because there was PLENTY of other food at the book club that made me drool.
The shocker of the night was that we actually spent a large portion of the time actually talking about the book. Not the norm for us, but still tons of fun!
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
I decided to go ahead and run outside....but put on my Yak Traks for a little traction. I first heard of these things when I was in the Peace Corps. We had harsh winters, so we were supplied a pair of these each. They're amazing on slippery and icy paths.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
It was a great time...full dinner, open bar, and dancing. For some reason, I only took three pictures all night. Lame-o. Luckily, I noticed this morning that some people have already added a bunch of pictures to facebook. You can stalk David or me there and see how pretty we were.
Anyway, I was really proud of my dress. I paid TEN DOLLARS for it WAAAAAY back in the summer. A good deal is like a ray of sunshine on an otherwise cloudy day.
Come on...TEN DOLLARS!
The dress ended up being a smidgen too big (I tend to buy too big when I'm buying for distant-future events. It's driven by fear), so I just safety pinned it to my bra and called it good.
Yes, I'm class all the way. I'm pretty sure I told everyone I knew about the safety pins. I probably showed a few girls. Weird things make me proud of myself.The night was good. David and I opted not to spend $150 for a hotel room (we're paying a mortgage, people) so my darling friend Martha agreed to pick us up. It's all about safety. That is a good friend...she doesn't even live in St. Louis and was STILL willing to drive us home after midnight.
And, she stopped at Taco Bell. Because we begged her.
Oh Taco Bell. I love you. I hate you. You are the reason my self-imposed daily weigh in was no fun Sunday OR today. But...secretly, and especially after an open bar, I love you, Taco Bell.
Today is Stacy at work's 40th birthday. In our conference room (where we all eat lunch), this is waiting.
Oh and wait, it's also crock-pot Monday...so this is on the other side of the room.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Ahhhh. Let’s just take a minute and breathe.
I, overall, had a glorious weekend. David was working on cite checks and other very important law school things all day, every day…so I got caught up. House is clean, all laundry (including sheets!) is washed, dishes done, etc.
You know, I think it’s a sign that I’m getting old/boring if my definition of a glorious weekend is that the house is clean I and did laundry. Oh well…
Thinking back on it, I did more than just clean. I ran a 10k on Saturday morning. My time wasn’t as good as I would have liked…I had been sick the week before and skipped my long run (which I never, ever, ever do…but I couldn’t move).
We also went to a surprise birthday party on Saturday. Some of the law school kids were playing drinking games. They decided that my new official name is “Lady Brady.” Cute…I really kind of like it.
Sunday, baby Liam celebrated his first birthday. He had a traumatic morning involving the ER and a reaction to some medicine, but pulled it together for the party. What a trooper!
After the party, Baby Liam went back to the ER. All’s well, but it was a little tense for a bit.
Yesterday, I finished up a massive project for work. I know it was a “day off” but this had been weighing over my head for a long time and I just wanted to be done thinking about it. After that, I went on a run. My time was MUCH better than during the race. I did an 8:22/mile. Thank goodness—I had been a little down on myself for the 9:05 pace 10k. This faster run was exactly what the doctor ordered.
After that, I went shopping. We FINALLY have a nightstand of sorts for the guest room.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
I'm sure some setting was wrong on my camera...but, seriously. Look at this. Can you believe that? Our front porch is wet and slippery.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
I’ve been meaning to write a blog post for ages (since, officially, my last post), but I’ve been a total slacker.
I’m assigning blame outward. I downloaded Windows Live Writer and was amazed at how much faster/easier/happier it is to write posts through than regular blogger. Then, sadly, I’m unable to upload posts from Live Writer to Blogger. So….no posts for me.
My goal for this week is to finally, finally, post about vacation to Grand Cayman. I’ve got some stellar pictures that need to live on the internet forever.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Not that I was nervous for the family time. They’re great and there’s no stress with that. Nope, I was nervous for the dinner. You see, I come from a long line of women who cook (and cook well). My ancestors have been providing meals as a form of love for a long time. I’ve participated in these meals for as long as I can remember…but never been charge. In my mind, there was a lot of pressure. Grandma and Mom left some big shoes to fill.
Adding to this pressure, we wanted to go to church at 5pm and eat when we returned home…meaning that, unless we wanted to eat at midnight, I had to figure something out.
Enter the three crock-pot plan. (We’re newlyweds; we have a lot of crock-pots. I actually received several more but these are the ones we kept.)
I borrowed my friend Stacy’s slow cooker cookbook and planned.
Mashed potatoes in a crock-pot….YES!
Corny cheesy casserole in a crock-pot…YOU BET!
Dressing in a crock-pot…OH MAN!!
I cooked the turkey in the morning, took it off the carcass (which, to everyone’s dismay, I saved…I love TURKEY CARCASS SOUP!) and then popped it back in the oven when we left for church.
All that, combined with the salad and rice dish (by Danna), pies (by Debra), beer bread (made the day before by me) and wine (a gift from God) led to a pretty great meal.
Then, it was present time…thank god for babies. Seriously, is there anything better than watching a toddler open presents?
And, honestly, It's even more fun to watch David open anything with a tiger on it.
For Christmas, David and I tried to start a new tradition. We got brand spanking new pajamas and wore them Christmas night. I was pretty excited about them……and David was a good sport. He secretly loved them!
We had a light spattering of snow on Christmas day…
but it was nothing compared to what my family got back in Kansas. Apparently, there was nearly a foot of snow and drifts up to four feet in places. David and I were planning on going to Kansas on Christmas Day; however, the Interstate we would use was closed. Scary! Since we were leaving for vacation (more on that soon!) from St. Louis on Tuesday, we were scared to go to KS later and risk getting stuck there. So, we stayed home.
We ended up seeing Avatar (ugh, overly political) and renting the first two seasons of Mad Men. AND, we spent a whole day babysitting the little guy, Liam. David and I stayed in our Christmas pj’s until we left for vacation…except when we saw the movie and when I went on runs.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
A run outside, because I am still resisting my urge to join a gym and hemorrhage money for a place I will ultimately hate because it’s too crowded. Plus, I hate running on a treadmill.
So, after work I dressed in layers of running clothes and threw on my big puffy vest for good measure. Because my water belt wouldn’t fit over the big puffy vest, I just threw one of my 10 oz water thingies in my pocket and took off.
All of the sudden, my left hand was miserably cold. So cold that I started using very unladylike words and wondered how long it takes frost bite to begin. Then, my left hip was also painfully cold. I couldn’t figure out why my right side was, by comparison, toasty warm (with really meant not-quite-so-excruciatingly-cold).
I look down. I see ice rivers trailing down my left leg. It turns out that I had neglected to close my water bottle completely and about 8 oz of water had trickled out…and immediately frozen.
This means it’s too cold to run, right?