I’ll be 32 next Tuesday. As a gift to me, the school system is planning to be closed for an emergency day unless we get a winter storm in the next six days. Come on snow….
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I have decided I might have an obsession with food. I’m not sure if this is a pregnancy thing. I’d love to say it is, but truth be told, I was taking pics of food and reading cooking blogs and pinning Pinterest food groups before I knew Gus was on his way. So I can only blame so much on him. Some foodie items I’m especially thankful for this week are….
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| Here’s ours complete with honey-butter steamed carrots, steamed green beans, Italian brown rice, and yeast rolls. |
Sonic Sweet Tea with the Little Crunchy Ice
Sometimes we are spinning out of control and don’t even know it. On Monday I took my big girls to the park (because winter is never coming to Georgia) and despite the plethera of expensive slides and monkey bars and rock climbing walls, all they wanted to play on was the Merry Go Round. Probably the same one that’s been in parks since I was a kid.
Around and around they went. Them and the other five kids who were there. “Faster, faster!” Shrieked Madelynne. “Slower, slower!” Echoed Annabelle. Can you tell how they are different?
They seemed in perfect control. They would jump off and take turns spinning and jump back on. They would lean over the bars and lift up their legs and make mommy holler, “DON’T DO THAT!” They were happy as can be, wind in their hair, flying through the air. Unrestrained.
Then I made them get off and stumble to the car so we could go home and start supper and on the way home Madelynne threw up in a McDonald’s bag.
“At least I had something to catch it in,” she says mournfully collapsing on the living room floor because she was way too muddy for furniture.
And I thought, what a picture of life. Sometimes we’re spinning way too fast and way too much. We feel like we’re in control, enjoying the ride, laughing.
Then we lose that momentum and everything catches up to us and suddenly we don’t feel so good anymore. And I remember, that’s why we should slow down.
Just slow. Just watch. Just breathe.
Enjoy the ride but know when to get off.
My super-crazy yet very cool (but I sometimes worry about her a lot) sister Calley, who is best known for her fashion statements and naps on my parents’ couch during family events, recently graduated from UGA. Go Dawgs!
Yeah, that doesn’t get uttered a lot in our non-sports oriented house.
But we love Aunt Calley who majored in Women’s Studies and Music Business, founded the Athens chapter of Girls Rock Camp, and used to tell my girls bedtime stories about Susan B. Anthony.
That’s why this morning on the way to school when I had the following conversation with Madelynne I had to assert just a little feminism in honor of Aunt Calley because the last thing I want is for my girls to grow up thinking they can’t be anything they want to be.
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| Whole Wheat Pizza Crust with homemade sauce, italian sausage, and green peppers. Hadn’t added the cheese yet. |
The Recipe