This little bud vase is sweet and happy.
This little bud vase is sweet and happy.
Inspiration for our upcoming trip, destination TBD.
It was a LONG winter, capped by a particularly turbulent February. Work was really crazy for awhile after my boss fell ill, people dear to me struggled, moved across the country, rejoiced, endured life changes - big and small, good, bad and still-to-be determined. My people and self needed some attention.
I think everyone has emerged from winter a little beaten up. After a March to catch breath, the landscape of the spring looks different for several of us than I would have guessed a year ago. Not bad, just different. Here’s to May flowers for all of mine + yours.
Now mind you, this is a rec league for GROWN ASS ADULT MEN in their 30s.
I am sitting next to someone from the other team’s mommy and daddy, who are yelling at the refs and questioning every call.
I mean, how could I not? After 78 degrees + sunshine on Saturday and a really great weekend, waking up to this it-might-snow nonsense after a 3:30 a.m. scare (the guest bathroom shower rod came crashing down and the metal hangers hitting the tub sounded like someone broke a window) is really not cool. Even the Sun Times’ homepage describes as “a bummer.”
It’s hard to complain after the weekend, which started with an in-house date night and squash risotto and ended with a pizza order to cap a very lazy Sunday. In between there was yoga, TRX, bike rides, walks, Tastee Freez, open windows, brunch with the girls, and some shopping.
I have a group of girls who are just the best. Some of us are going through some of the best times right now, others are going through the worst, and others are just experiencing some changes. I’m really grateful that we can celebrate the good together and be a crutch for the bad.
I’ll leave you with my go-to brunch entree - this can be made the night before and is super easy to put together. Don’t be fooled by the Cooking Light recipe - using sourdough bread, Dijon and extra sharp cheddar gives this lightened up dish a ton of flavor.*
* It should also go without saying that the 2/3 c. cheese for a 9x13 pan is a total joke. I used about a cup and a half.
Dreaming of my future kitchen as I sit in my current kitchen. Demo day can’t come soon enough.
Love all of this. File under, future home.
Well this is perfect. Too bad I can’t justify gutting our there-is-absolutely-nothing-wrong-with-it kitchen.
So this happened.
I’m really glad that the city is spending its time filling tiny holes on side streets while leaving MASSIVE FOOT DEEP CRATERS on major arteries. I’ve mastered Mario Kart on the streets around our house, but when 290 was the usual shitshow I opted for surface streets. Not familiar with the potholes in that area, I rammed right into one (and not in the best of neighborhoods, either).
M came to my rescue and put a spare on, and I immediately drove to Discount Tire.
So in 2004, when my dad gave me his ‘98 Audi, it needed new tires. He agreed to foot the bill for the tires, but made me purchase the warranty from Discount Tire. At the time, I was in grad school, poor and thought spending $100 on a tire warranty was about the stupidest thing I’d ever heard of. He wouldn’t budge, and so I plunked down $100 of my hard-earned bartending money down for the stupid warranty.
10 years and about 37 flats, nails, bubbles and other tire issues later, I have never paid more than $20 for a replacement. Whatever I have paid has been simply to re-up the warranty on the new tire.
It might be the best $100 I’ve ever spent.
If you’ve got a Discount Tire nearby, go there! Buy the warranty! Hit every pothole and run over every nail in sight without worry or care!
This has been a post about a tire warranty. Clearly, there is a desperate need for some new material around these parts.
[this is obviously NOT a sponsored post. pretty sure discount tire is not looking to a blog about shoes, food and real housewives with a paltry following for promotion.]
For a friend. You know who you are.
If you come between me and my free samples, I will cut you.
I don’t get that jazzed about the free samples, mostly because its usually weird shit like chocolate covered goji berries or some random spinach dip on crackers that look like they are made from birdseed, but the rest of this is pretty much spot-on, especially if you add my internal debate about whether or not I need to get a hot dog. (I am gross.)
Who hears that Avicii song and can only think of this:
Rahm, the City of Chicago, potholes and this entire morning can get all the way fucked.
Note: Thanks to all who suggested it, but the city’s reimbursement program is a total joke. You need TWO written estimates of repair (ain’t nobody got time for that) and you can hope to maybe get 60% of your claim like 4 years from now. They just finished paying 2009 claims. Good news? A new tire only cost me $18.75. More on that later…
I cannot say enough good things about this Splendid cashmere blend open cardigan. It’s super soft, drapey and comfy, but fitted and tailored enough that it doesn’t look sloppy. The light weight is perfect for spring into cool summer nights into fall. I liked it so much that I bought the gray and white version, which is currently on sale at Bloomingdale’s here. Get another 6% back using Ebates!
A friend is one that knows you as you are, understands where you have been, accepts what you have become, and still, gently allows you to grow.
– William Shakespeare
My husband is listening to Metallica and baking brownies.
So that’s what happening over here.