Friday Flotsam

Fraaaaaahdaaaaaaah!

We made it. We made it to Frahdah. Praise the Lahdah.

We’ve had a good week ’round hur. On Tuesday I hosted a play date! As seen above. Those treats were soooo delish. Let me tell you about this biz. Farm fresh bread, goat cheese, honey, cherry tomatoes, parsley flakes, coarse salt. Das it. Even the littles loved it.

I may try to eat it for dinner every night. Or maybe just lunch. Or lunch and dinner. But like, just once a week. At least four times a week.

I’m good at math.

Ugh, I’m trying to eat more salad. I say this as I’m seriously shoving a cheese and sour cream quesadilla into my head. WHAT IS MY PROBLEM.

But I’ve been making a version of the above salad a lot lately, and I have to say, it’s deeeeuuuuum tasty. Candied walnuts (that I made a couple of weeks ago and just sprinkle sprinkle sprinkle as needed), scallions, parmesan, avocado, a few kidney beans, and a simple vinaigrette with oil, white wine vinegar, honey and salt.

You see, I’m trying to make up for the lack of recipe yesterday. I forced you to look at DETACHED HAIR, for crying out loud.

I’ve had an issue lately. No no, not like a whoa-you-should-see-a-dermatologist-about-that-thing issue. Just something internal. But it directly affects my surroundings. I’ll just tell you.

I’m.obsessed.with.copper. I’m sure you’ve noticed the fabulous return of coppers and brasses and golds, oh my? This is such happy goodness in my heart.

It started off so innocently last summer when I found a stunning antique copper pot at a flea market. Then it started to slowly unravel. Copper this, copper that. Aaron didn’t help the situation by gifting me the raddest copper cups for Christmas. I’ve even gone so far as to paint metal desk lamps copper. It’s getting out of control. When does it end? When should it end? Or should it end at all?

Maybe I’ll paint myself copper like one of those frozen old timey statues you see in parks that scare the living *#$% out of you when they move ever so slightly. Is that when it should end?

I’m taking your silence as a yes.

So, we’ve entered a fun new phase with the babies. And by fun I mean all the stabs. They are so competitive. It’s maddening. And they have no mental ability to reason out the fact that the other person is enjoying that bottle or that sippy cup or that toy or that pacifier. Because I MUST HAVE IT. Then of course the ugly tantrums ensue. I find myself all day like, “You guys this is so not a big deal,” or, “Dude, the toy you have is just fine!” or, “Stop freaking out, there’s another dust bunny like a foot away from you.”

At this point they don’t really understand discipline, just redirection. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought, “This is it. This the way I die. Redirecting manic toddlers who desperately need that nasty half-eaten dog bone under the couch.”

But! On the flip side, they both know how to high-five. Things even out, ya know.

I need workout inspiration. My true love is running, but that season for me doesn’t start until it’s light outside in the morning. You know, because murderers. So I’ve been doing this Giaiaaaiaam wakeup workout on Hulu Plus, which I dig! But I’m losing interest. What do you recommend for something right around 30 minutes, that has a lot of cardio and a smidge of weights and core? Or should I just forget it all, eat more cheese quesadillas and sleep in?

While we figure this out, Pareeeenthooooood waaaaaaah! One episode left. How will we manage? Did you watch last night? Did you cry? What am I talking about, of course you did.

I want predictions for next week! Let’s hear it.