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Boring blogging

June 14, 2011

I feel like I’ve been a boring blogger this week.

Like when you’re reading my blog, you’re like, “Oh ma gah, this is soooo boring.”

It’s simply been a busy week — without a lot of “aha” moments that compel me to go on some inspirational rant about life, love and the meaning of it all.

Work is busy. Home is busy. And an overly busy brain is often void of original thought.

However, I like that you read my blog and give me a reason to write, so I will try my best to mutter something of substance today:

1. Pillsbury chocolate chip cookies (the one you make with the refrigerated dough) are really good. I can’t figure out why they are so good. But one day I will figure it out. Oh yes, I will determine the secret ingredient.

2. The woman at the Hawaiian Nail Bar yelled at me for having bad cuticles. She kept shaking her head and muttering to herself in a different language and repeating, “Vaseline! Put on Vaseline!” Greasy fingertips are not for me, thank you very much.

3. I ate too many cookies last night. Leave me alone about it.

4. I’ve run 8 of the last 9 days. Just think of that when you read #3 again with a scolding look on your face. Sometimes I punch the air when I run — like a mixture of Tae Bo and jogging. But I make sure nobody is around.

5. My Mother-in-law made this really great Pesto sauce last night out of my fresh basil plant that I had to put outside because it had ants in it. The plant, not the Pesto. I probably could’ve reworded that sentence to make it more understandable.

6. I want to learn to like watching sports more. Do you like to watch sports? Teach me how.

Have a wonderful day, soon I will be back with heartfelt something or others, but for today: this shall do.



Icing on top

June 13, 2011

I like this cupcake. (I had it at a bridal shower this weekend.)



I like its philosophy on life.

I mean, just look at it and its sassy, inch-long layer of icing just perched on top.


It’s unapologetically decadent. It lives big.

It says: “Yes, I will take extra sprinkles, thank you very much.” And then it doesn’t care that it dyes your tongue a funny color. Because it knows that you’re happy.



Yes, I like a little cake with my icing. And a little coffee with my cream and sugar.

And speakin’ of sugar…



She’s as sweet as they come.

20 minutes

June 12, 2011

In just 20 minutes, I define my whole day.

It’s the 20 minutes I’ve reserved for me and my running shoes.

The 20 minutes where I decide what I am capable of.

The 20 minutes of “me” time that make me better for everyone else.

The 20 minutes of energy-boosting, fat-burning, confidence-building, laziness-overcoming exercise that’s just long enough to get sweaty, but just short enough that I will do it every day.

Even if I’m working late.

Even if I have dinner plans.

Even if I’m feeling lazy. Or grumpy. Or tired.

It’s the 20 minutes that sets the pace for how I run the rest of my life.

I used to say I don’t have time to work out.

But by finding 20 minutes — I find a better me.

So if you’ll excuse me, I need to go lace up my sneakers.

20 minutes starts now.

“We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence then is not an act, but a habit.” – Aristotle

How to make 19 kids obey?

June 11, 2011

No matter what people say about Michelle Duggar, this mama has it goin’ on.

I love this advice:


Country folk

June 11, 2011

I think we’ve found the recipe for the perfect family date night.

Ingredients: A pick-up truck, a yellow lab, two barefoot babies, workout clothes, Chick-Fil-A sandwiches, and messy ice cream (free for babies and dogs, of course).

The bed of a pick up truck serves as the perfect picnic place, with restraining walls that keep toddlers happy (and contained).

We played, laughed, shared fries, licked ice cream scoops and enjoyed the cloudless evening sky (with a side of summer breeze).

It may not be the Four Seasons, but for us country folk, our pick-up truck does the trick.



Just do it already.

June 10, 2011

As an advertising writer, I was pondering what the creators of the “Just do it” tagline were thinking before they came up with it.

This is my best guess:



The greatest inspiration

June 9, 2011

This morning, I read about a man named Andy Porter. Andy’s brother (and best friend), Matt, happens to have Down Syndrome – but the diagnosis has only strengthened their bond.

I love, love, love Andy’s words about his brother:

“Matt has been the keystone in my life. His love, enthusiasm, and vigor for life has been the greatest inspiration to me. I love watching the way that a room lights up when Matt enters, dancing, laughing, and meeting strangers without inhibition. I respect and admire him for who he is.”

Ya’ll, this little girl is gonna light up the whole world. And she’s already got her dancing dress: