Monday, May 7, 2012

easy guacamole

There are a lot of lists floating around out there regarding things that everyone should know how to make, from memory, when they leave the nest.  

 I knew how to make exactly zero things from any of these lists when I left home and went to college.  In fact, I knew zero when I got married.  Especially not from memory -- yeah right.
I was petrified of making anything for anyone.  The perfectionist in me didn't want it to turn out badly, so I just never tried.  I've since completely changed my attitude -- and learned to LOVE trying!
The fact is, cooking and baking take practice, and some failure.
Hopefully my kiddo will have some practice under his belt by to time he heads off to college. 

So what should he know by the time he is 18?
The overachiever in me say, "Everything!"
The realist in me came up with the following so far:

1. guacamole
2. tomato salsa
3. chocolate chip cookies
4. a good burger
5.  a grilled cheese sandwich

To me, that seems like a good foundation, but I'd like to come up with a solid list of ten.  
Help me out with this one, my lovely blog friends, 
in the comment section below!

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Anyway, here is how I make easy guacamole.  Not sure if there is such a thing as "difficult guacamole."  
Am pretty sure it is always pretty easy!
Besides, these are things I seem to always have around the house, which makes it
"convenient guacamole. "
:)

What you need:
3-4  ripe avocados 
1 red onion
several tomatoes {I use 2-3 Roma}
fresh cilantro {or one tablespoon dried}
juice of one lime
salt and pepper

1. Cut the avocados length-wise and spoon out into a large bowl, removing pit.
2. Add chopped onion and tomatoes.
3. Add lime juice and cilantro.
4. Season with salt and pepper to taste.
5. Mash to desired consistency.  
I like mine on the chunky side, rather than really creamy...
but that is up to you!



Serve with tortilla chips as an app, 
or alongside the sour cream with tacos or quesadillas.  
Pure yumminess -- and healthy, too!


So...what would be on your list?
g

Saturday, May 5, 2012

pixie cut

I finally chopped my hair. I've been wanting to do for a while, having admired pixie cuts for years, but always felt maybe my face was just too round.  ???  Anyway, decided to just do it.
I went for the longish version,
inspired by these gorgeous {round-faced!} ladies...





Do I like it?  Yes.

Now I want it even shorter! Then I think I would love it.




Cormac and Hubby like it, too...
which is good, since they have to look 
at me every day!

Ever chopped your hair short?
Did you love it? 
Have a hard time parting with your long locks?
g

Friday, May 4, 2012

my life: portland


Currently doing a auto-bio series, hoping to reflect, learn, and grow...and for you to get to know this blogger better!  To catch up read:

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After falling in love for the first {and only} time, it was with a heavy, questioning heart that I began my journey driving across the country to Portland, Oregon.

Don't get me wrong -- I was still really excited.  My heart was full of adventure...yet tainted with sadness over the fact that I might have just left the love of my life back in Minnesota.  I certainly had never felt the same way with any other guy I had dated.   So happy and safe and yet really, really dizzy in love. 

My brain tried to argue with my heart:    "You are only 20 -- too young to give up opportunities for some boy you have barely known two months!  If it is really love, you will end up together, despite the distance."

the day before I left
During our goodbye, we did not promise anything.  We talked vaguely about him flying out to see me in a couple months -- if I wanted him to.  We said we would email.   We did not say we would try to make a long-distance relationship work.  

We just said I love you...and goodbye.

I drove across Minnesota, North Dakota, and Montana -- listening to Dixie Chicks, Dave Matthews, and a whole lotta country that reminded me of him.  I was alternately elated, then heartbroken, then elated again.

After stopping several days to visit my sister and brother-in-law in Kalispell, Montana, my sister and I continued the journey together.  She was going to help me get settled at my new college.  We stopped in Seattle for a day and a night and hung out.  Then we made it to my new college in Portland.  

sister and I in seattle
I remember being excited...and extremely stressed.   So many new things to deal with.   I moved into my dorm, met my sweet roommate, and began the process of getting acclimated.  Attended all the "opening week" festivities -- a big dance {so fun - I was one of the last to leave the dancefloor!} flag football games, etc. etc.  Then I started classes the second week.

There were a couple boys I met and seemed interested in me -- the new girl.  One even cooked me an Italian dinner, took me to one of the many beautiful Portland rose gardens...and listened to me talk about Paul.  Poor guy.

In fact, I brought him up with everyone I met.  Like he was inextricably part of my life, even though I now lived over a thousand miles away, and we technically were not still "together." 

I was probably known as:  "the new girl from Minnesota who clearly still has feelings for her ex."
Every time I got an email from him my heart leapt.  We joked around, and wrote about everyday occurances.  Said we missed each other.  Tried to keep it light.  He booked a plane ticket to Portland to visit me.  Maybe it could work.

But still...every day I wondered when he would stop emailing.   I wondered when his feelings would inevitably start to wane.  I wondered when he would meet someone else.

I started feeling sick to my stomach every day.  Like I was missing an opportunity.  Like I had made the wrong choice.   Fellow students and friends tried to talk me out of it.  Tried to rationalize with me.  Several very vehemently tried to convince me to stay.  But even though I loved the city and I truly liked all the people I had met, it was an argument they would never be able to win.  My heart knew what way I was headed.

I had to know if Paul and I were meant to be, and we needed more than two months to really know that.

After two weeks in Portland, I asked the dean to give me a full refund for my classes.  I explained that I couldn't stay there.  I missed home too much.  I wanted to move back to Minnesota.   

Something in my pleading blue eyes convinced him.  I was released of all financial obligations.  I packed my Neon back up.  I said my goodbyes.  I cranked up my Dixie Chicks.  I pointed my car back toward the Midwest.



It broke down fifty miles outside of Portland.

{Insert interesting story about me being rescued by a redneck mechanic with a full gun rack in the back of his truck.}

yes, I did ride in this truck up into the hills to get my car fixed for cheap.
Once the car was fixed, I drove nearly non-stop.  It hadn't sunk in yet that when I got back to Minnesota I would have no job, no apartment, no clue as to what I was going to do about any of it.

What I would have was Paul.  He had flown home to Louisville for the weekend, and I picked him up from the airport. As soon as I saw him I knew I had made the right choice.

I didn't know the rocky road ahead.  I didn't know it would be full six years and many breakups (including one broken engagement) later before we finally ended where God wanted us to be.

All I knew is that, right then, in that moment, I had made the right choice to move back.  For him.  For us.   

No regrets.
after portland - together again
What did we do with the next four months before he moved back to Kentucky?  Did our love last...or fade like the summer?  Let's just say, it lasted beautifully...until it didn't.   {spoiler alert...}


Up next - my life: the breakup.
g

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

why do I blog...and other questions answered




Recently I was "tagged" by my sweet blog friend Tanya at A Glass of Wine and a Good Book  Just the name of her blog tells you she is my kinda gal! Anyway, here are my answers to the questions she posed to myself and various other bloggers...

1. What do you like to do for fun?

I'm kind of weird, but under the category of "fun" I put:  running, working out, gardening, taking photographs, and cooking.
  Don't worry, I won't write "folding laundry."  That is under the "relaxing" category...

2. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you want to live?

Here! I love to travel...but I like our neighborhood and the city we live in, and we are renovating the "dream home" here...so I kind of want to be here for that.  :)

3. What made you decide to start a blog?

I love to write.  I kept reading these beautiful, artful, inspiring blogs and thinking, "I could do that - or at least try!"
 Plus, blogging is an awesome creative outlet -- a positive place where I can "put" all my happy thoughts.  Maybe some sarcastic ones, too. :D

4. If you could give new bloggers advice, what would it be?

Be yourself, write about things you love, and post lots and lots of LARGE photographs.

5. Who is the most influential person in your life?

Okay, weird answer: my baby.  Or at least right now.  He influences how much I eat, how active I am, how much sleep I get, how little alcohol I drink, when I can go out on dates {is there a babysitter?} etc, etc.

6. What is one talent that you have always wanted to learn, but haven't yet?

Salsa dancing.  I've tried.  I love to dance.  But I am not good at salsa.

7. What is the best life lesson you have ever learned?

Let stuff go.  Still learning this one.  I'm super passionate with a easily flared temper.  I have found that I wasted a lot of thought/energy on people/things that weren't even important to me.  Some things just aren't worth wasting your time being mad about.  Better to focus on what means the most to you.

8. What would your dream life look like after retirement?

Living in the 'dream home,' grandkids popping up here and there, lots and lots of travel -- oh, and still running and feeling GOOD!

9. What message{s} do you hope others "hear" when they read your blog?

To enjoy life.  To do things that make you happy.  To be strong and healthy.  To write/journal!!!!  Your life is a journey and others can learn and gain from your experiences, as you can from theirs.

10. What are your favorite blog topics to read about? {ex: crafting, style, life, humorous, etc...}

life, home decor

11. What is one thing that you could never live without?

Coffee.  Why would I want to?  ;)


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Thanks for the tag, Tanya! 


Another installment of the "my life" series to come...


Is it Friday yet?
g

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

{I like you}

I like you.
I like everything about you, frankly.
I like the way you crawl up onto me anytime I sit anywhere near you.
I like the way you lift up my shirt to laugh at my belly button.

I like your hair that is always messy.

 I like your drooly, open-mouthed kisses.

I like the way you laugh when I say, "Ouch!"

I like the way you somehow manage to lose only one shoe.

 I like the way your teeth are already crooked.

 I like that I like you so much...
'cause we spend an awful lot of time together.
:)

g

Friday, April 27, 2012

mama confessions: losing my baby weight

Like many, I made some resolutions at New Year's.  Read them {HERE}

Also, like many, one revolved around losing weight/working out.

I'm happy to say that is the one I did keep.  I still don't drink enough water.  I still am not a good napper. But I did work really hard to get my tummy back.

I am not writing this to brag, although I am completely proud of myself.  Women should be proud when they reach a health/fitness goal.  My goal really had nothing to do with weight.  I chose a part of my body that I wanted to work on, my abs, and figured the rest would come along with it.

So here is my journey.

When I got pregnant I was a healthy weight for my height.  Not uber-skinny, but right in the middle of the "healthy spectrum." for my height -- only 5'3.  The number on the scale looks different on anyone.  For anyone else's frame and/or height, my weight could be too much or way too little to look healthy.

I am not someone with a freakishly awesome metabolism or someone who has the luxury of saying, "Oh, but I hate running/working out...so I just won't." I work out for both physical and mental necessities...because I honestly love it.  I am not a picky eater.  I will try anything once and can always find something I like on a menu.  Nor am I a really disciplined portion-controller.  You know, that girl that divides her meal at a restaurant into two perfect halves and saves the rest for another meal?  99% of the time I eat every bit on my plate.  I rarely share my food with my husband.  I'm more likely to shoot him a deadly look and stab his hand with my fork.

Fact is: I really, really love food.  Particularly pizza.

That being said...I also like being fit.  Feeling strong - yes, as in having muscles and being able to push my body to the limits.  I am happiest when I don't feel like my body is holding me back -- from running a race, chasing after my baby, or wearing a cute dress or bikini.

Because I have been a runner for quite a while, and a very active person, when I got pregnant I was in decent shape.  I even started working out a little bit more during the months before so that I could be in good shape when I was pregnant.  I started taking my prenatals nearly a year before we thought we might want to start trying.  I also cut out all meat except fish in order to take off a couple extra pounds.

my "before" pregnancy shot - well, 8 weeks along 
I knew that the better shape I was in when I started my pregnancy, the easier it would be to take off the weight.  In theory.

Pregnancy is different for everyone.  Some women are on bed-rest for months.  Some have a more difficult recovery than others.  Some are just unable to work out at all.  Some deal with post-partum depression, which may make working out and eating healthy even harder.

I am thankful that I had a fairly healthy pregnancy.  I did not eat super healthy, however.  I basically ate whatever I felt like.  Red meat, sugary items, and lots of fast food crept their way back into my diet.  All of my cravings were unhealthy -- fatty, greasy foods.  Oh, and Coke Icees.  Things I normally never eat.  Also, I had to quit running at around 16 weeks because it just didn't feel right.  I tried to work out when I could...but once your bump gets really big it gets harder to do much of anything.

During my pregnancy my ab muscles went bye-bye! 
Here is the tummy at 
36 weeks pregnant.
Whoa mama. 
While I loved my ginormous baby bump, and even felt womanly and beautiful with it...it couldn't last forever.
After I delivered my blessed babe,  the ab aftermath was absolutely no definition and a "mini spare tire."  Here I had thought I had been rather healthy, only gaining 35 pounds -- within the healthy range for my starting weight.  Then I realized that despite all the people who told me I was "all baby" - I wasn't.  There was some fat, too.  Fat that lingered stubbornly on the three inches below my belly button, which had gotten pretty messed up.  Oh and the "pregnancy hormone line" {linea nigra} stuck around a while as well.  As in, I still have it.

Of course, the first six weeks after you have your baby you are not supposed to do any "working out."  So I waited impatiently until my appointment to get the AOK from the doctor to start running again.  In the meantime...

What I did - the first six weeks:  
  • breastfed 
  • went on short walks {like, a few blocks} when the weather wasn't scorching.
  • Ate whatever...but to be honest I was so tired that eating was something I had to force myself to do.  Tried to be as healthy as possible, since I was breastfeeding.  
  • Drank a lot of water.
Here I am,
6 weeks postpartum:
This photo is not the most flattering, I know.  But I kind of have to embrace where I've been to appreciate where I am now.  During those first six weeks I lost 25 pounds...but my goal wasn't a particular weight...it was to get back my pre-pregnancy definition.  I had a ways to go.

What I did - Months 3-6: 
  • two or three 3-mile runs per week {most at 5am}
  • the occasional "at-home workout" involving free weights, lunges, squats and lotsa crunches {aka hundreds} during Baby Cormac's naps
  • when I stopped breastfeeding {at 3 1/2 months} I cut back my calories to around 1800-2000 per day. 
Here I was in January...
6 months post-partum:

I felt happy with my progress, but really wanted to amp it up to reach my goal of "getting back my abs" by the time Baby turned 9 months, so...
What I did - Months 6-9:   
  •  Six 3-mile runs per week {most pushing my 20 pound baby in a jogging stroller}
  • Two classes at the gym per week: either a total body strength-training class, spinning, yoga, or yoga/pilates mix. Praise God for gym playrooms!
  • never skipping breakfast
  • eating small 300-400 cal meals throughout the day, every three hours
  • a glass of red wine at dinner {reduces my desire for sweets}
  • rarely having a carbonated beverage (as in one maybe every two weeks)
  • only one serving of carbs at dinner 
  • plank pose, plank pose, plank pose  -- I will never do a million crunches again...yoga is the easier, better option!
9 months post-partum:

It has also helped to not focus on my "weight" but only on making healthy choices to lose the belly fat.  I can't obsess about a number on a scale.  It still hovers several pounds above my pre-baby weight...so I more-so rely on the motivation of the before and after pics!
36 weeks pregnant
six weeks post-partum
six months post-partum
nine months post-partum
Every woman is different.   It took me nine months of hard work, and I am okay with that.  I also love to work out, and have always been someone who needs to work out everyday to feel good/fight off depression.  Some might think it is easier for me to work out/be healthy because I "stay at home" -- but the reality is that it has nothing to do with it whether you work inside or outside the home.  I know working mamas who made the effort to get to the gym, lost their baby weight and look fabulous.  I also know SAHMs that never work out.

For those who were instantly bikini-ready post-baby...I salute you and wish I had your amazing genetics. I seriously have friends that look incredible post-pregnancy and didn't have to work out at all.   Completely happy for you -- and totally envious!  :) :)

For those that have to {and will continue to} work really hard to get to the place where you feel your best physically...keep it up, ladies!!!

For future mamas:  Don't expect it to happen quickly.  If it does, great...but be prepared to make sacrifices of your time and your taste buds.  Give yourself at least as much time as it took to grow that baby to get back where you feel happy.  And be prepared to work really hard for it.

Just in case you aren't Gisele or Jessica Alba.  :)

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Where are you in your journey, baby or not?  What are your fitness goals?  What ways did you change your lifestyle to get healthy post-pregnancy?   How are you preparing your body for a possible pregnancy?  What is your motivation to lose weight/be healthier -- clothes, baby, energy-level, better sex life, etc?

I'd love to hear!
g

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

busy, busy, busy

This week is busy.  Therefore, this post is really random.

The kitchen backsplash is in progress...however, Hubby is out of town for several days so it will have to wait.  Believe me, you don't want me tiling anything.  When it comes to home projects, please refer to me as "bright idea girl" and Hubby as "detail guy/actual do-er."   We know our roles.

Here is a teaser of the backsplash, still in pieces, from a food post I probably won't ever get to:

Meanwhile, I've been staining our privacy fence {okay, that I can do} and, of course, planting things in the garden at both houses.  The people at the Lowe's Garden Center know me and my baby by name at this point.  Sad?  No, awesome.

These shots are not from my garden...but snagged then on one of our many walks through the neighborhood:


Halfway through reading the racy bestselling novel Fifty Shades of Grey by EL James.  Um...I can't decide if it is a good book, or if I just keep reading it because it is just one big naughty sex scene.  Has anyone else out there dared to read this novel?  I need a book club now to discuss this one!

{source}
Speaking of 'shades of gray,' The house we are renovating is in the midst of having the exterior painted {reveal to come!}  This is not the shade of gray we chose.  We actually painted a huge part of the front of the house this color, before deciding on something else.  The painter was loving us, let me tell you.

I'm growing herbs...and they are actually growing!  This is a first for me.  Well, an herb, I should say.  



Meanwhile, Baby Cormac continues in his journey toward walking.  Yesterday he stood unassisted for five full seconds.  Then he fell on his butt and burst into tears.  But it was pretty cool while it was happening!


doesn't my dog look kind of like an angel here?  :)


Yay for almost-walking babies and 
busy, busy, busy 
weeks! 
g