Do you have an old email address that you barely use anymore, but that contains a wealth of information from your life over the years? That’s how my Yahoo address. Yahoo kind of sucks, in my opinion, because it’s always getting hacked. I moved away from using it probably six or seven years ago, around the time when Hubs and I started dating. Maybe a year into dating, actually. But prior to that, I had been using it for a while – since high school, really!
Last night I went in and checked it, just to make sure that a real person hadn’t emailed me, and I got sucked into a total time warp! I had saved emails from Instant Message conversations from AOL (hahah!!), pictures of old BFs, old friends, poetry… It was amazing. I also found some cute correspondence between Hubs and myself, and got a load of how intense 21 year old Sarah was. I’m still as verbose, just not quite as dramatic. Motherhood has toned me down. Or tired me out. One or the other.
Gotta love the internet sometimes!
In other news, I am really loving my haircut. It has been a LONG time since I got a haircut that excited me this much – I’m going to venture to say years. It would happen that I find a stylist I love and who is a total STEAL, and we are about to up and move to PA. I can really tell it’s a good cut, because I washed it and blew it out myself yesterday, and it still looks good. I love the volume!
We also went to the black hole known as Target yesterday. I need a few things, that are relatively cheap: white vinegar, cuticle oil, and some pens. I left with more things.
I could not resist. He was just too cute with it. It has a “meow” function as well, that turns all the keys into different meows, and since mimicking Kitty is one of his favorite activities, he basically lost it over that. TOO ADORABLE.
Also, I’m on the hunt for this lipstick:
It’s by Bare Escentuals and the color is Red Zin. I tried it on at Ulta, and it’s the most amazing shade of berry. Wearable for day, for sure. And of course, they had none. And Sephora had none. I instead got Fix by Smashbox, which I’m wearing in the picture above, and I love it too, but I think Red Zin also needs to be mine.
Alright, I better get on my giddy up. I’ve got a phone call at 11 and also need to shower/dress before kiddo wakes up. Sometimes I fantasize about the days when I could do what I wanted to do at any time of the day… 🙂
Have a great one!
Hi guys, happy Sunday!
I’d be totally lying if I told you my weekend has been a blast. Because it hasn’t. Hubs and I started out Saturday bright and early with a little “tiff” that basically soured the milk, so to speak. I did escape and have some me time, which was great. I finally got a haircut:
I also bought those sunglasses and dropped some serious coin at Sephora and Ulta, which actually felt amazing. Then I treated myself to a delicious lunch at Lebanese Taverna:
I feel shiny and new, which is great. Today, Hubs is at the Ravens play-off game, and I’d be lying (again) if I said I was happy about it. You know how you know something isn’t a big deal, and it’s even nice for the other person and you totally want them to go and enjoy themselves – but like, on the other hand, shouldn’t they have cancelled those plans and spent the day with you instead? That’s kind of where I am. It really blows that we barely spent any time together this weekend, and tomorrow he leaves town again for three days. Things like this make me anxious to get to Pennsylvania already, so he won’t have to be away so much.
Also, lately (as in this weekend) people have been extra annoying to me. And I’m not PMSing! I just feel like everyone is forgetting that we have a kid, so we can’t just like, meet up at 9pm, randomly. Because the baby is sleeping. And you can’t just leave the baby sleeping, alone, in the house. Jeez. And it’s even more rude and annoying to invite my husband somewhere, when obviously, I’ll have to stay home. I’m extra awesome this weekend, that’s for sure. But so is everyone else!
In cuter news:
Right? He’s growing up so fast. Just running everywhere, trying to talk, learning new tricks (“Up!” for obvious reasons, using the dog stairs to get up on the couch, etc) and just being adorable. He’s still not able to sit still and cuddle me, as I request him to several hundred times a day, but he does do drive-by kisses and those are charming and sweet, too.
Anyway, tomorrow is Monday and I’ve got PLENTY that needs to get done. I think I’ll spend a few moments this evening making my priority list for the week. Just highlighting those things I really must get done, and then adding in the smaller things that would be nice to get done. A little organization feels like a good idea right now.
I hope your weekends have been better than mine! ❤
Seriously. A little dumb.
Weird dumb, actually.
I mean, think of all the time, effort, and money I put into food shopping. It’s like, a lot. It’s a big part of my life. Store bought honey for my family? PERISH the thought. It’s just one of those things.
However, I made a realization yesterday that just made me stop and go, “…huh.”
People, I have been using a jar of coocnut oil from circa 2007. I think. There’s no real way to tell, exactly, but it’s the same jar I had back when I first started my blog and it was called “Sarah Eats & Stuff.” I am not sure why this jar of coconut oil traveled with us from MA to MD. I am also not sure why I didn’t even consider that perhaps this OLD ASS jar of coconut oil was not the best representation of its kind.
But that’s what happened.
So over the past few months, I’ve tried adding in my coconut oil because it’s so good for you. But the taste was so gross. It had such an awful after taste. Then a few days ago I was reading YET AGAIN about what a superfood coconut oil is, and I’m like, why do I HATE IT?!
Then I bought a new bottle.
Angels sung from above. And then smacked me on my nose for being stupid.
So, it turns out that I do like coconut oil, and enjoyed a delicious cup of coffee blended with coconut oil and better and am currently feeling smug and satisfied.
I ask you, have you ever eaten rancid coconut oil? Or just something too old?
I’m glad I didn’t kill anyone with it. Like my family.
This soup is not for the faint of heart. It truly packs a punch right into the stuffed, miserable nose of that cold. It’s also wonderful for helping ease tension in your lungs. Leafy greens, such as kale, are great for respiratory care, as they aid in bringing more oxygen in. Garlic is well-known as a panacea for all types of sicknesses, but really warms the system and offers comfort as well. I recommend using a bone broth as the stock (read more about the benefits of bone broth here) as it will provide excellent vitamins and minerals to help heal your body. It’s also got turmeric and cayenne pepper. Basically, I threw in the kitchen sink. You’re welcome.
Cold Killer Soup
- 3 stalks celery, chopped
- 5 large cloves garlic, grated
- 2 cups chicken, beef or vegetable stock. Homemade MUCH preferred.
- 2 cups, chopped kale
- 1 sweet potato, chopped (or 3 carrots, if you prefer)
- 2 tbsp grass-fed butter
- 1 tsp tumeric
- 1/2 tsp cayenne (be careful with this if you are heat sensitive)
- Salt to taste
- 2 tbsp tomato paste
In a dutch over or large soup pot, heat the butter. Add the celery, garlic, tomato paste, and sweet potatoes. Stir to coat. Cook until garlic is fragrant – about 2 minutes in total. Add in turmeric and cayenne and stir to coat.
Add the kale, then
Add the stock and then add water, one cup at a time, until you have an amount of liquid that makes sense for the consistency of soup you’d like. Remember that the kale will cook down quite a bit.
Stir well, add salt, cover and simmer on the stove for at least one hour. The flavor will increase as it sits. In fact, it’s even more delicious after being in the fridge.
Enjoy and get well soon!
So, perfume. It comes in many different shapes, sizes, formulations, colors, and mediums; but, the end result of this product is the same, right? It’s made for us to put on ourselves to elevate our smelly-ness. You know, make us smell delicious. Less “au naturel” because Heaven forbid a whiff of human body odor escape us.
I digress. And I realize that the above statement is a little hyprocrtical, but I do wear and enjoy perfume. A lot.
What I am not digging though, are perfume commercials. I mean, what in the WORLD is the message here? If you wear this perfume, Justin Bieber will be your boyfriend? If you wear CK’s Euphoria, you’ll randomly be enveloped by silky scarves and embark on a solo sexual climax? People, it’s crazy out there in the perfume world.
I’ll admit though, I dusted off my bottle of Chanel no.5. It’s inevitable.
Here are a few of the more ridiculous ads I’ve seen lately.
CK’s Euphoria. WTF is this?
Justin Beiber, GF. And WTF is this? This is Tween Girl warfare, that’s what.
Beyonce’s Heat. Uh Oh – I think this perfume got her preggo again.
Bleu, Chanel. Okay, he’s super hot. That’s a fact. His accent makes him even hotter. And I suspect he smells good. But WTF is even going on? COLOGNE PEOPLE!
And I’m throwing this in here because I actually really enjoy it. I love Charlize, her hips, and all of the reincarnated beauty icons of the past century. It’s pretty awesome.
Christmas is fast approaching. The malls are complete mayhem. I got a nasty cold, compliments of visiting the kiddy playpen, I’m sure. And Hubs is out of town until Wednesday night.
I’ve been staying far away from the news for the most part. All I needed to hear was what happened; after that, I knew that retelling this tragedy over and over again was not only hurtful, but completely unnecessary. I’m not a person who gets overly wrapped up in debates on gun control, the role of government, or any hot button topics. I never have been. But I’m very scared right now, because in a few years, Eli will be going to school. All I can think about is losing him to something so tragic and completely unthinkable. I’m scared as only a parent, a mother can be scared, and I think part of it is selfish. I don’t know how I would react or feel if I lost my baby. But I do know it would completely and forever darken my life in a way that I shouldn’t understand, because it is too awful. Last night when President Obama was speaking to the Sandy Hook community, and he began to read the names of the children… It just really finally hit me. I kept thinking: that’s too many names.
So, like everyone else this weekend, I held my family close to me. I’m enjoying every little detail of the monotonous, not-worth-reporting minutiae, because this is actually the stuff that is important. Eli is running around the family room right now singing, “Baby, bahbee, baby, bebe, baba,” (all of his favorite words) and I can only feel grateful and so happy to be here with him.
Between being sick and preparing for our Christmas trip to Connecticut on Saturday, this week will no doubt prove to kick my butt, so if I don’t check in before then, I just want to wish you and your family a safe, warm, loving, and thankful holiday, however you celebrate.
And, if you’ve been glued to the news, hearing nothing but sadness all weekend, take a break to enjoy your family.
Perhaps take a look at this, which definitely brightened my spirits.
Much love to you all!