Habit-forming breakfast configuration. Coffee. ACV in water. OJ. Vitamin. Grapefruit. Two muffins, halved, with various combinations of almond butter and last summer's peach freezer jam.
Yella
Morning mountain jog
Hell yea homemade lentil burger! Andy approved - major win.
Golden hour stroll
Heel.
Shadow family
The juiciest, most perfect nectarine.
I'm currently mourning the loss of my Sunday night Mad Men ritual. I guess I'll survive, but without Mad Men, it's a lot easier to think of Sunday night as a direct conduit to Monday morning. No thank you.
Last Friday was my birthday. I had better things to blog about than my weekly cop out roundup of interesting internet nuggets. This week, my brain has officially liquefied to the point where every other word I'm typing ends up with red squiggly lines beneath it on my first attempt to type it. Thank Yeezus for spellcheck or all y'all would think I had a stroke. I'm only 28. I'm not actually old, no matter how closely I identify with each one of the Golden Girls. So, long story short, you're getting mostly cold leftovers for this week's links, because I found a few gems I couldn't bear to keep to myself last week.
Bitchy Resting Face - it's a very real problem, and there is no cure. If I had a dollar for everyone who has ever told me to smile, or assumed I was angry or a snob, I would have so many dollars. But all those dollars would not make my default facial expression any less bitchy! And what's even worse is that I apparently have no control over my other facial expressions. When I'm disgusted by something, or judging someone, or embarrassed or uncomfortable, my face puts it out there for the whole world to see. I'm so sorry everyone. It's not that I'm tactless. I'd love to spare your feelings by maintaining a neutral facial expression when you feed me disgusting food or share very awkwardly personal information with me. But I just can't. control. my face. At all. Sorry.
If Andy and I could trade lives with anyone for a day, I might insist that we pick this couple, Mr. and Mrs. Globetrot. Their adventures look amazing, and I'd love to pick up some of their incredible photography skills.
Portland's Naked Bike Ride. I'm pretty comfortable with my body, but I still feel like some forms of physical activity are not compatible with nudity. Naked yoga? Sure. Some poses would get a lot more intimate, but sure. Naked hiking? With enough sun screen and bug spray, why not? Naked swmming, yes please. But naked biking or running just sound like forms of torture. I need a fabric barrier to keep that bike seat out of my crack, pleaseandthankyou. And I need, nay, demand some heavy duty support for the ol' boobies in any bounce-inducing situation. TMI, all the time.
Nerdily enough, I think I need an end-of-fiscal-year cocktail. You would think businesses would want their money badly enough to send invoices on time. I'm all "Please sir, please let me give you a large sum of money" and they're all "Meh!" And then I'm all, "No, you don't understand, if you don't bill me now, I can't pay you...ever." And they're still all, "Whatevs, chill, B."
Sunrise
Andy's morning shadow has a pointy head.
This pattern feels like a vacation.
Perpetuating all the stereotypes. I took a pile of cardigan sweaters to the dry cleaners in this bag. A cat tote bag from a library conference.
This counting backwards thing is going to be challenging, I can already tell. Here's a glimpse of some of the little things I enjoyed this weekend
SATURDAY
Saturday morning hike with Andy and Charlie. We have to drag him up a mountain to wear him out and calm him down. You can guess which 'him' I'm talking about.
Even Charlie is learning how to drive stick before me :(
Hadley always judges me for taking mirror shots, but I was too excited about my new shirt to care
That's great advice, thanks Miss Oprah!
The exercise DVD that came with my ball is going to say 'step 1, inflate ball. step 2, cool down. step 3, ice arms. step 4, pump some more.'
I usually use graham crackers, but sure, we can give propane a try...
This is a weekly "yard sale" around the corner from our house, that is pretty much a Christmas store with some random thrifted junk thrown in. Not pictured: A 1980s treadmill draped with Christmas garland
Pan Am
Putting my education to good use
Hadley loves the golden hour, too
Pruning
Sundown
SUNDAY
Getting ready to make lentil hummus
Hardboiled eggs
Zesting like a maniac
A million muffins
Farmer tan is a very real issue, and it affects us all. Do your part to rid the world of this scourge.
Today was all about lentils. Making soup from the Sprouted Kitchen cookbook!
I'm getting tired just thinking about all the stuff I did today. I must have been in the kitchen for about 8 hours. I started off with an experiment to make steel cut oats in a rice cooker. Do not recommend. Unless you like eating burnt kitty litter. Then I threw in a load of whites, hand washed some bras, brewed iced tea, hard boiled eggs, chopped veggies, started whipping up a tuna and egg salad and then had to pause to friggin' make mayo because I intended to use yogurt until I realized we only had honey yogurt. Then I boiled lentils, made lentil hummus, and whipped up some banana bran muffins with a little extra seed business up in there. Then I ran 4 miles, worked on my tan, hopped in the shower, and got back in the kitchen to make lentil soup and corn bread. Some cake and ice cream, the Mad Men season finale (whoa) and here we are. The weekend is over. Every day I'm hustlin.
