Archive for March, 2013
I started out this post wanting to prove to the world that traveling isn’t as good as everyone lets on.
After looking through all these pictures, I’ve completely changed my mind. It’s worth it. It’s totally, unequivocally irrevocably worth it.
Now, you might think you can get away without traveling. Take food, for instance. One of the troubles with Europe nowadays is that the food is almost universal, at least from my experience. Sure, the French food in France is better than the French food in London, but I can still get French food in London at far less cost, and they speak English, or at least I don’t feel quite as dumb when they don’t. Same thing with Italian, German, Spanish, Russian (which I’ve never actually sampled. Anyone know what russian cuisine is like?), it’s all there. So that’s one less reason to leave.
All of this true, but when…
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A simple poem about parenting… and love.
Evening Thought: To My Parents
You never told me I didn’t understand love, that I couldn’t;
that I was too young to grasp the idea,
maybe you never thought about it,
or maybe you just didn’t say it aloud,
but I think you knew I did.
I’ve always known what love is,
because I saw it everyday:
in the way you look at each other
and the way you talk to each other, and about each other
I knew I could point to the two of you and say
true, deep, everlasting love.
And I just love snow…
Yesterday was a bright sunshiny day. It was also day 5 of a 6 day work week for me, and about -17 Celsius with a brisk wind. I looked outside in the morning and said EFF THIS, or words to that effect. This is March for the love of all that’s holy, not January. It wouldn’t have been so disappointing to get all this snow if we hadn’t been seeing bare roads and snowless walkways and little tiny hints of spring. Now they’ve disappeared again.
I know I should not be saying bad words, not only because they don’t sound very nice, but also because they have no power to change the weather.
I will blame being tired of working, and maybe also the fact that muttering ‘oh dearie me’ like a proper grandmother just doesn’t cut it sometimes.
So for future reference, I have strung a few Eff words together and tried…
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Looks so good!
Every time I make the drive between Virginia and Michigan, I like to pack some wraps and snacks in a little cooler. That way, I only have to stop for gas and I eat well so I don’t feel cruddy from fast food when I get to where I’m going. I try to do something different each time, I ran a search and found a recipe for these on Good Life Eats.
I mentioned, made & ate these wraps almost three whole weeks ago! Sorry for the delay – I was in Europe the last two weeks and, thanks to a pre-trip passport fiasco, didn’t get the chance to get it posted before I left. Woops!
Anyhow, late or not, these wraps are yummy! They pack great for a road trip or would make a perfect packed lunch. It sounds like a lot of ingredients, but comes together really…
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