Monthly Archives: July 2013

My Next 5 Pinterest Projects

I’ve been busy with some freelance work, traveling and visitors, and still getting settled in our house, so it’s been awhile since I tackled a new Pinterest project. I’ve got dozens of good ideas saved just waiting to be tried, which is another way of saying dozens of good ideas I’ll probably never get to. So I decided to pull out five that seem both intriguing and easily doable, must-have conditions for my current lifestyle.

From my "Next" board.

From my “Next” board.

  1. The Butt, Thigh, and Belly Workout. Because I just had a baby nine months ago. And because it’s already been nine months since I had a baby.
  2. Watermelon + Cucumber Juice. Because I have a juicer and because YUM.
  3. Open shelving above the dishwasher. Because it’s pretty and anti-clunky.
  4. Key Lime Pie Froyo Pops. Because my dad and stepmom gave me popsicle molds for my birthday!
  5. Fire log. Because I don’t care that it’s 100 degrees outside, I just discovered that you can just build a little fire in a log!

Happier than a Chicken with a Frozen Watermelon in July

"SO GOOD," said Ginger, with her eyes.

“SO GOOD,” said Ginger, with her eyes.

Doesn’t that sound like it should be some bizarre Southern saying? I just Googled it. It’s not.

But it should be. Because it’s 97 degrees in Austin, Texas today, I just put out half of a frozen watermelon for the girls, and they WENT TO TOWN on that thing. I imagine they felt like I did when I was served a watermelon mimosa on a recent Saturday at El Chile. Which is to say, perfectly delighted, heat be damned, long live summer. And watermelon.

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The Spaghetti Moment

A few weeks ago Camden and I were having lunch together, and he kept getting messier and messier and messier. At the end of the meal as I stepped back to admire his handiwork, I realized this was an important rite of passage in his young life: the spaghetti moment. Every kid has it. The aftermath of 20 minutes spent smashing marinara and noodles all over your face with utter joy and abandon. This was no time for a mere camera phone, so I ran to grab the Nikon. As you can see, he’s already a ham for the camera.

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How to Write

Writing is all about focusing your mind and sitting down to work. As soon as you grab a hoodie, because you can’t write when you’re cold. And then you need water. Oh, and grab a DP or a cup of tea, too, because caffeine is essential. Now, work. Well, actually it’s nice to light a candle to create a pleasant environment, so better go get a match. Alright, no more interruptions. Except that it’s impossible to concentrate if you’re hungry, so a snack is probably in order. Ok, now just get in the zone and start typing. Easy, right? What’s that? Why yes, I think staring blankly out the window for five minutes is just what the creativity fairy would have you do. Staring blankly out the window for five minutes is always followed by staggeringly beautiful writing. Or, at least it could be. Hmm, feels like it’s time for a break.

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Dinner Last Night

Last night’s dinner: grilled mahi mahi in a peach glaze, topped with sliced mozzarella and drizzled balsamic vinegar, with lemon butter brown rice and steamed green beans.

Last night’s dinner time: 9:30 p.m.

Sometimes we are accidentally European.

Confession

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I judge people who walk down the stairs of my parking garage at work. They’re really easy stairs, and the elevators are super slow, so there is no excuse. When I get to the bottom of the stairs before the people in the elevator, I feel a tiny little bit superior. Apparently I’ve set the superiority bar really low.

Mornings

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Mornings are hard. A challenge. Difficult. I hate them and they’re awful.

We keep staying up way too late, and then Camden wakes up anytime between 5-6:30 a.m. It’s a 50-50 shot as to whether or not we all manage to eat breakfast. Feed and water the dogs. Feed and water the chickens. Feed and water the plants. Then every day as we’re trying to get out the door, it’s “Where are the keys?” and juggling the baby and the carseat and my purse, diaper bag, lunch, and breast pump (so glamorous). Always leaving later than we’d prefer. Sometimes, like today, we get a few houses down the street and then turn around to make sure the oven is turned off and the back door is locked. Then we drop off Camden at daycare, with an embarrassing amount of hugs. (“Did you wait a long time to have him?” the daycare grandma asked this morning, which I assume is her way of saying, “Man, you guys sure are attached to this kid.”) The other day he cried for the first time when we were leaving, and then I cried, but he got over it before we even got back to the car. It took me a little longer to recover.

It’s summer right now, so the traffic is fine, but during the school year it’s rage-inducing.

But I also love the mornings. Most days Travis and I get to carpool, so after we drop off the little man, it’s just the two of us. We listen to “Morning Edition” and talk about the week (or, on Mondays and Fridays, the weekend). Sometimes we stop for caffeine and breakfast tacos. Or sometimes a Chick-fil-A chicken biscuit, if I’m being totally honest. Last Friday we stopped for gas near work, and as crazy as it sounds, it was a little fun, just this stolen moment, a detour together before going about our separate days.

And then sometimes it’s raining and Travis turns down the radio so we can hear each other better and then things get quiet and I fall asleep.

I guess I can live with the mornings.

[P.S. – I did keep up with my 32-for-32 project yesterday, but I wrote in my Q&A a Day journal instead of on here. Five days in, so far so good!]

Waiting

Yesterday I wrote that I was anticipating a visit from my dear friend Jo. She’s here now, but she started feeling sick, so we’re waiting around while she lies down to see if it passes. I’m suddenly remembering that the last time she was here, she got very ill for several days. Reallllly hoping my house isn’t some kind of ongoing problem for her.

Currently (7.12.13 Edition)

I did a “Currently” post last year and liked the format, so figured I’d revisit it. Here we go.

Currently I’m

Obsessing over…

A feature story for work. It’s a big, juicy, complex topic, and it’s kicking my butt. In a good way.

Working on…

Oops, I just answered this. Outside of work I’m working on trying to be a more disciplined and intentional person.

Thinking about…

I’ll admit it: Camden’s first birthday party.

Anticipating…

Hanging out with my dear friend Jo tomorrow!

Watching…

Parenthood on Netflix. Can Lorelai Sarah please catch a break already?

Eating…

PB&J for lunches. Trying to save some cash.

Wishing…

We could pick up our house and move it five miles closer to the center of Austin.

32 Words for my 32nd Year

Today is my 32nd birthday, and I’ve decided to do a new project: write at least 32 words a day, every day. I got the idea after a Facebook exchange with my friend Scott, who asked me how becoming a parent has affected my writing habits. I said that it has left me very little free time and is forcing me to be intentional with anything I want to get done. He shared that he heard of a writer saying once that he just tried to write 15 words a day. I thought, ‘I can do that. I should do that.’

So here we are. It won’t always be here; sometimes it will be in my journal or maybe an email to a friend. But I’m going to try because it’s important to me, and I don’t want to let motherhood squeeze out everything else in my life.

So how many words was that?

Unrelated: check out this cool vintage globe Travis got me for my birthday.

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