It was a solid week around these parts. I had a lot of hustle, cleaning more, cooking more and running kids around until well past dinner time. This meant less reading and downtime, but it feels good to be sitting on Friday knowing I worked hard. Right this very moment I'm rewarded for all of that work (and enduring sheeting rain) with a gorgeous, multi-colored morning sky. It really is the small things.
Here are a few bits from my week:
Sometimes I feel people use military as a prop for a certain kind of marketing pathos I find deceptive and pathetic, but Howard Schultz puts his money where his mouth is and does a lot for veterans. This is one of my favorite mugs.
How could I possibly deny this girl a walk with eyes like that? She's got us all up and moving these days, and we're still thrilled to have her. I don't know that there's anything better than jazz music, a glass of wine, cooking a decent meal and Sandy at my feet in the kitchen.
Last night's choice came down to this rose. I really wish I could figure out how to get the accent mark for that word. Anyway, as you all know, I'm not a huge white wine fan, and rose is my least favorite among them. I keep expecting it to be sweet. I only got this wine because the Klinker Brick red is in my Top 10 All-Time Favorite Wines. All-Time. I love it. I tried this with high hopes, and upon first sip I wasn't disappointed. If I'm going to drink rose, let this be it. I'd buy it again in a heartbeat. Between Klinker Brick and Bread and Butter, I'm building a solid wine repertoire.
We tried a new, local salsa (local to NC) and fell in love. My husband doesn 't like onions, so I ran the contents of this jar through the food processor. He was thrilled. We ate that up in two days, sitting in the quiet of two evenings (kids at ballet & soccer), eating chips and salsa, drinking rose, Sandy at our feet. Literally.
I made the Food 52 Cheesy Chive Spoonbread again a few days ago, inspired after writing about it and seeing those bags of grits in the pantry. This one rose up in exaltation. It made me feel totally legit and professional. My husband raved. The kids gave me the so-so hand. Kids.
In the time it has taken me to write all of that, my kids are now marring my beautiful sky happiness with quibbling. Seriously. Here's the conversation:
Son: What did you put in your oatmeal?
Son: Like what?
Daughter: It's a secret.
Son: Why won't you tell me?
Daughter: I don't want to.
Son: Would I like it?
Daughter: How should I know?
This is the kind of morning tripe that makes me want to get back in bed. I literally just cut the edges off slices of brie for her lunch.
Here are a few gems that made my week as I perused the web. I hope you enjoy.
A friend alerted me to this witty little article in The New Yorker. A mom, a bread winner and having it all. :)
I'm alarmed to read this article in Newsweek claiming the damage to women's lungs from cleaning supplies is akin to smoking for 20 days. According to the article, "The scientists advised avoiding the products, and instead using microfiber cloths and water."
Women delivering library books on horseback? I loved the article and the pictures! The photo of the women all on horseback in a row? The picture of the kids waiting to be given books? This is a warm-your-heart, make-you-proud moment.
Doctors, women and the 'it's all in your head' diagnosis. As someone who suffers with a 'syndrome' medical issue (IBS), this article in the LA Times resonates. Dwass writes, "The "all in your head" misdiagnosis is still amazingly common. Doctors dole it out for neurological, autoimmune and even cardiac problems; they sometimes refer women for psychological evaluations before addressing their physical symptoms."
Finally, I'm cracking up at these shots of regular people recreating romance covers. Gentle Rogue. Hahahahaha.
I hope everyone is having a lovely Friday, no bickering children, just sunshine and fresh air and coffee.