Made a couple of these over the long weekend. Blended mangoes, watermelon, pears, bananas, raspberries (making it a little less green, a little more brown), blueberries, and, um, spinach. Lots and lots of spinach. Gave some to the Bean, trying to pass it off as a milkshake in a sippy cup. He drank a little and then replied “I don’t fink so” and...
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Q Smokehouse & Southern Barbecue
Not bad. Need to go a second time to render a proper verdict. The place is new, and working out some kinks, but the bbq chicken was rockin’ and the ribs were amazing. $2.50 for 1/2 cob of corn is insane, but overall the menu was decently cheap. Next bbq stop in Hali will be Boneheads, just so we can compare. Also managed to snag a bottle of Sticky Fingers Carolina Classic...
I CAN TOTALLY DO THIS NOW.
Guilty pleasure combo
Is it a “guilty” pleasure if I don’t feel guilty about it? We’re heading to “the city” this weekend, and while I’m excited to visit some friends I haven’t seen in months, and to get in some decent shopping, I’m secretly thrilled at the idea of spending an hour or so in a Starbucks delving into my latest Amazon...
Got milk? No. No, I don't.
We were in the valley over the weekend, and with everyone else at hockey (3 on 3 tournament run by A’s family), it fell to me to take the Bean over to the great-grandparents. He was fine, and I was doing marvelously, impressing A’s g-parents with my wit and charm and general awesomeness, when Bean raced over to me, pulled my cardigan open (only...
is having trouble with pronouns. He isn’t aware of the word “my”, or really even “me”, although he uses “I” quite a bit. A lot of requests come in the form of him addressing me, requesting something for himself, but still suggesting I do it for him. “Jilly pick you up?” with arms raised, meaning he wants me to carry him to the car, or “that your truck?” meaning, “I’m pretty sure that shit belongs...
Coleridge was all about building an altar in the fields. Mary Lennox wanted a bit of earth and wound up with an entire garden. Me, I just want to put in the rest of the day lilies that dad brought back from the Island. If this evening is decent we’ll bundle up Bean and head outside for a little landscape action.
I went a little nutso last week and bought four pairs of pants. JCrew flannel-lined chinos, perfectly paired with a worn in plaid shirt, for cool nights this summer when we’re sitting around the campfire with Bean. Gap chinos, a nice complement to the several Breton stripe sweaters I seem to have acquired from Joe Fresh all winter. New York & Co Black trousers, probably good for...
moms before bros
I’m thirty-two. I’m a grown up. A woman capable of making her own decisions, living with her own choices, taking care of herself and managing just fine on her own. To quote my three year old niece, “I be a big girl”. Until I get sick. Show me four hours of vomiting and dizziness and the inability to move, and I’ll show you somebody who wants their mother. It doesn’t matter that the woman...
In the bag
In London, my every day bag usually contained all of the following: magazines for reading on the tube or in line somewhere, paperback for the same purposes, lip gloss, small tube of suncreen, flipflops for when the four inch heels got tiresome, tube map, black scarf for a/c or cool afternoons, sunglasses for the occasional sunny burst, phone, iPod with massive headphones to discourage chatty...
One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well. — Virginia Woolf. I can’t wait to try the scallops poached in butter.
The good old hockey game
We’re off to the valley this afternoon for our second weekend of the bi-annual 3-on-3 tournament that A’s folks run. This means lots of rink time for everybody, and nobody is more excited about this than Bean, who is simultaneously in love with and terrified of the zamboni. The big boys don’t play in dino-print footsy pjs, but try telling that to this kid.
(This post has nothing to do with Ke$ha.) (…I don’t even know who Ke$ha is.) (I definitely don’t have her songs on my favourite iPod playlist. Nope.) So I go to run a bath last night and notice a little black spot hanging out in the back of the tub. Casually, I back away and return to the kitchen to retrieve my trusty bug killer. i.e. Adam. “Baby, there’s a...
The Little Yellow House by the Legion, or, “Who’s...
The Little Yellow House by the Legion - this is how I explain to people where I live. It also does an excellent job of explaining who I am. You can actually see the light dawn in their eyes as they realize I’m “ohhh, that girl”. I’m the one who was driving all those various rental cars that were in the driveway last year. I’m the one with the pink rain boots and the blue jacket, occasionally...
He’s two. Two and a half, actually. Those six months matter when you’ve only been around for 30 months. The foof is older than the bean, but not by much. He’s three and a half. He runs on four legs where the Bean has two, although when they wrestle, it’s just a big tangle of limbs… Welcome to the blog about the kid (bean), the dog (Jinx, aka foof), the big guy (Adam), and myself. Just your...