Sun?

Today, actually feels like summer is breaking through the nasty cold winter air. I can hear the birds chirping, trying to chirp the frost away. I just want to thaw out already. I' ve been cooped up in our non-insulated apartment for months, with just two mini space heaters working their tushies off to keep us warm. They're good little space heaters, yes, but I'm getting anxious to stash them in our storage closet. We try not to run our heat because its as if the heat goes right out the window. So, the little heaters are parked in our bedroom for good. Anyway, I just can't express my excitement enough for summer to arrive. No need for a jacket, turning your car on before hand just to heat it up so you dont have to drive to work/school in a frost bitten car, wearing a robe from the shower to the bedroom, heavy comforter + 4 blankets to keep us warm in the night, holding on to dear life walking down a sheet of iced covered stairs, and much much more. Summer time and warmth is just easier to deal with, it's less of a struggle. Yes, heat can cause the sweat tacos to arrive, but hey, I'd take that over any winter. Bring on the summertime!

5 miles...

I thought I was so cool in HIgh School when I completed the 1 mile jog in gym class. Now, not so much. I'm definitely getting older and my body is lacking in the hormone that is produced to keep the pounds away. A mile won't cut it for me anymore. Now, I have to work that much harder when I've consumed 8 chocolate covered macadamia nuts, a loaf of banana bread, and let's not forget my favorite dish, 4 slices of pizza. That is my junkiest meal yet. Maybe I'm pregnant, I dont know. But, I have been eating my face in, much more than I'd usually allow. Not sure. But, I have decided to begin the goal setting. I'm changing my diet around and plan to exercise at least 5 days a week. Let's hope I follow through. Today I'm beginning the day by running 5 miles. I've only done it once, and let me tell you...it hurt like a mother. I couldn't walk for 3 days after that episode. But, hey. Things might be different this round. I'm off to hit the treadmill. Peace out.

I Love Sundays

I'm spiritually fed, fully napped, and literally fed. Not that it's a good thing, because there is no exercise involved. Except, when I walk myself in and out of church. That's about it. It is my laziest day of the week. I treasure this day. It's almost like I'm on vacation, besides the three hour meetings and the fact that I live in a snow globe. That's all, I just love Sundays!



This is kind of how I felt today, not so much like a mutt, but it is a cute piece of puppy though.

Lucky Me

Who wouldn't want to spend their Saturday with this?

Anna.




Point proven. She is a doll. Babysitting is the perfect birth control for me but, when I'm playing with this girl...it's hard not to hope for a perfect child like this one.

Her brother Matt and sister Lucy are pretty freaking cute too. These kids make my life a little easier when I want to do a favor for my bro Jordan and sis-in-law Marie and babysit.

Clone of a Cinnabon

These beauties were my attempt of making a Cinnabon look alike. I don't know about you, but I think they turned out beautifully. Although, I was the one eating them, so it's hard to judge by a picture. I kept eating them and so did Will, and he is definitely not a sucker for sweets, pat myself on the back! Eating these sugared smothered pieces of goodness, got out of hand, so I had to pass a few of these off onto my brother and sister. They were pleased with my decision. Who wouldn't be? Oh right, Richard Simmons. If you want the recipe, let me know...Or just punch in allrecipe.com, then type Clone of a Cinnabon.