I have several church cook books from growing up – if you don’t know what I’m talking about your probably not from the south. That’s ok darlin, but your missing out on the best of life if you don’t have a few because they have everyone’s grandmas best recipes out of some church and they are all delicious comfort food kinda stuff. I was flipping through a few for a soup recipes and most of them have neat quirky little bits of advice or stories. I’m usually knee deep in cooking by the time I pull one out so I never took the time to notice before but her are some awesome tips I found today when scrolling through a few of these cook books:
Monthly Archives: October 2018
Happy 1st Heavenly Birthday to my Nana. I turn 40 tomorrow and today the only thing this grown woman wants for her Birthday is to be able to put her head in her Nana’s lap. I guess when I was younger I thought heaven would be quite a boring place and then you get old and all the best people are there. Its where half your heart is. Today all I want is a glimpse of heaven with her there. I’m not ready to go but I’m a lot closer to understanding how far from a boring place it could be. Happy Birthday Nana. I hope today was your best Birthday Ever.
Accountability post: today I had a plan. It was a good plan. I was mentally prepared and everything was ready for me to do my workout at lunch. Then 30 min before lunch my boss called a meeting that lasted 2 hours. My plan was shot. I was down about it but decided as soon as I walked in the door at home I was going to work out. I got home. My kid was tired my husband had to leave for work his diaper was full (not my husbands obviously my kids) and he needed a bottle and a nap. Again I was determined as soon as I got him down for his nap I would go do my work out. Well.. I fell asleep with him trying to get him to sleep. Because this momma goes to work at 4am and she was tired. I woke up discouraged and knew I just had one more shot at getting a workout in before starting supper feeding him and bathing him and getting in bed. I got 15 min done before my almost 1 year old demanded my attention. Two hours later after another bottle a bath and getting him in bed I finished my workout. Today didn’t go as planned and I would usually just say I’ll try again tomorrow but I pushed through it and I feel so much better. life right now……
I drew this after the workout. My son literally sat on my head and pulled my hair and or banged me in the head with a block the majority of the workout.
Disclaimer: run on sentences and strangely placed punctuation because there is a one year old running around the house and I don’t have time to proof read – sorry in advance. This is a note for me so it talks like my brain thinks…
I used to get up every morning and make coffee, froth my creamer and have my coffee just perfect before i ever started getting ready. I don’t have an automatic coffee maker it a peculator, because I think it taste better, i don’t just use creamer i like it frothed so it mixes together just perfect. I buy my own bean I grind my own beans. These things are important to me, i love a good cup of coffee. I though, I just cant drink that stuff at work. I thought i just cant do anything until I have my coffee. I go to work at 4:30am. I don’t feel this way anymore. I have a one year old I cherish my sleep. I need that extra 20 min that i used on coffee and guess what… I found out i can get dressed without a perfectly brewed cup of coffee in my hand, I’m actually totally capable of waiting 30 min and throwing on clothes with barely any make up and speeding to work to hurry and get a cup of Kurig Starbucks brewed pod coffee – yuck. I lived. I sleep 20 more min and I don’t have to clean a coffee pot except two days a week. A lot of things in ,y life have gone this way since I became a mom. Guess what, I think its better. I was wasting so much time on so many little things I never felt caught up. I still don’t but I let stuff that are time killers slide. I use one pot to cook an entire meal because I’m too exhausted to cook a sink full of dishes. This coffee story is to remind me when i get bogged down with a ton of little details to step back take a breath and just drink some Kurig coffee. (I still hate the idea of it) Milam’s one year old birthday is coming up and I feel my self getting bogged down, i want the perfect cake, perfect party location, popcorn machine, party tray. I step back. I’m getting a sheet cake from a lady I know at work and a little small smash cake for M. It will probably be better than the 250.00 one we were looking at, when i say we I mean me, Nick never entertained the idea. I step back. I wanted to have Milam’s Birthday at the Knock Knock children’s Museum in Baton Rouge – its fabulous the parties are fabulous and its $300.00 😦 We decided its too much for a one year old’s birthday party we don’t have that many people we know local and im not even sure how many kids are coming. We are having it at the park down the road. When I tell you this is the most perfect age park int he word it is just that. Its in a quiet neighborhood and its small and its age appropriate for M. with artificial turf so his wobbly little walking and falling don is perfect there. Its going to be perfect. I step back. I have an popcorn maker from the 70’s my parents passed down to me. Im not renting a machine I’m decorating the outside of the 70’s popcorn maker and popping my own popcorn. Free. I already have everything to do it. Dollar Tree popcorn bags -$1.00 – way easier. I love details I love pretty things and love doing all those things but I get bogged down with them. When I let them go I find more time for the things that matter – really matter – like dancing in the living room with my son. Playing drums on the pots and pans and singing at the top of my lungs. This is it. This is my reminder that I can still have my cup of coffe on the weekends and live my best life. Love Me –