Friday, October 29, 2010
But today, I'm breaking the chains of oppression, one strand at a time. Today, I'm getting a Brazilian Blowout. This will allow me to get out of the shower, wave a blow dryer over my hair and leave the house with the sleek, straight hair I work so hard for right now. I repeat, actually get ready and leave the house in about 30 minutes.
Ty and I aren't sure yet just how drastically this is going to change our lives, but we're both very excited. After I made my appointment, Ty embraced me and said, "I'm really, really happy for you" with 100 percent sincerity.
LJ said, "What are you going to do with all your spare time? Sleep? Read? Cook? Learn to shoot a pistol? Hell you'll have time for it all."
Lauren said, "This will be like the leap from the big barrel curling irons to Helen of Troy."
Beachy waves, here I come!
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
A little over a year ago, I started to become good friends with this girl at church named Jenny. Jenny wasn't a complete stranger to me when they started coming to church. She and my sister-in-law Ashley had gone to high school together, and I'd met Jenny before at a few of Ashley's wedding events.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Monday, October 25, 2010
The First Definition of the Word "Amazing"
Friday, October 22, 2010
When Ty and I originally started to consider wedding dates, I thought October would be perfect. The weather would be cooler, leaves would be falling, it would be magical because fall is my favorite. But I must have been experiencing a major brain hemorrhage to ever consider October.
For some reason, as fall rolls around and I pull out my sweatpants and start researching pumpkin recipes, this deep nostalgia emerges within me, and I completely repress the memory that October's step-cousin Ragweed kicks my butt each year.
Yesterday, my butt was kicked.
I went to the doctor, had some stuff sprayed up my nose to open my sinuses, got a shot of celestone to boost my body into recovery mode, filled two prescriptions of Nasonex and Augmentin and passed out on the couch for the rest of the day.
Then, I felt I should do something productive for my husband, so I made roast spaghetti out of our leftovers. I don't really consider this cooking since the roast was made earlier this week, but it's a great way to create something new from your leftovers or even a great dish to make from scratch. And perfect for a sick day considering I only had to muster the strength to break apart the roast and stir it with some spaghetti sauce. The roast gives the sauce a nice, rich flavor that you typically don't get from ground beef. This would even be good piled onto a piece of buttery Texas toast.
from the kitchen of Lauren Smith
- Cook your roast however you prefer. Lauren and I each slow cook ours in the crock pot with a little bit of water and two packets of onion soup mix, which makes it super tender and easy to tear apart.
- Once the roast is cooked, combine with a large jar of spaghetti sauce (pick out whatever sauce you prefer).
- Pour in a cup to a cup and a half of the broth from the crock pot to give the sauce a rich flavor.
- Let it simmer for about 30 to 45 minutes and serve over pasta. Penne is preferred, but whatever's in your pantry will suffice.
Monday, October 18, 2010
A special thanks to the blog readers who've waited so patiently for this broccoli cheese soup recipe. I first had this soup about two years ago at 2439 Fairfield "A Bed and Breakfast" (pictured above). This is a great place to host a small baby shower or luncheon, and their cookbook is filled with wonderful local recipes. If you want one of your own, they're $18 and can be purchased by e-mailing email@example.com.
And if you just want this magical soup recipe, here you go:
Broccoli Cheese Soup
by Jimmy Harris
1 stick butter
1 large onion, chopped
6 cups water or chicken broth
6 chicken bouillon cubes
8 oz medium egg noodles, crushed fine
28 oz frozen broccoli florets
1/8 tsp garlic powder
6 cups half and half
2 lbs Velveeta cheese, cubed
2 cups sharp cheddar cheese, shredded
1/2 tsp white pepper
- Saute onion and butter in large pot.
- Add water and chicken bouillon and bring to a boil.
- Meanwhile, cook broccoli in microwave, drain and pulse in food processor.
- Add egg noodles to liquid.
- Let cook uncovered 3-5 minutes.
- Stir in broccoli and garlic powder, add pepper, let cook 3 minutes
- Add half and half and heat to almost boiling (don't let it boil) then add Velveeta and cheddar cheese.
- Stir constantly to melt cheese and keep it from scorching
- Add salt if needed.
Friday, October 15, 2010
Let me go ahead and apologize to everyone who wants the broccoli and cheese soup recipe. I was halfway to work this morning when I realized I'd forgotten the cookbook at home. I thought about turning around, but there was no time. So I swear to post it on Monday, and in the meantime, I beg your forgiveness.
So, as I mentioned yesterday, Ty got home last night from a six-night stay in North Dakota. I didn't actually realize anyone vacationed in the Dakotas, but who was I to argue. He and four other guys went up there to hunt various forms of wildlife.
Ty being out of town conjures up the following emotion in me:
A constant state of panic that someone is going to break into my house while I'm there. I'm no Macaulay Culkin. I don't have cardboard cutouts to dance in the windows, marbles to put at the base of the stairs or a paint can to swing off the upstairs banister. By those standards, I'm defenseless.
I hate being home alone, which is a strange new twist in my life considering I lived alone for many years and loved it. But we're in a new house now ... with lots of doors that I lie in bed and wonder if I've actually locked. I did things this week that I never do.
I stayed up past 10:30.
I let the dogs sleep in the bed.
With all this being said, I was thrilled to see Ty walk in the door last night. I was thrilled to have him sleeping next to me. And I was thrilled to get the best night's sleep I've had in about a week.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
I needed a break from it all, and so I thought a nice diversion would be Chelsea Handler's first book, "Are You There, Vodka? It's Me, Chelsea." I've had the book for a while, but I've been unable to read it in light of the breaking news that she and 50 Cent are dating. He's gross, right?
But, I really like Chelsea and thought she could offer up a few laughs. Let me summarize and tell you everything you need to know about this book in one short sentence -- It's the funniest thing I've ever read.
And considering I won a reading contest in 1st grade for reading 200-plus books in a matter of weeks, you should trust my opinion on this. I've read a lot.
So, every night this week, I've gotten in bed and literally laughed out loud at Chelsea's stories. Here's a great excerpt to wet your appetite:
I turned around and spotted Jason Safirstein. Jason was an adorable fifth grade with an amazing lower body who lived down the street from me. I had never walked to school, had a conversation with, or even so much as made eye contact with Jason before. After lifting up one of my earmuffs to make sure I had heard him correctly, I nervously attempted to release my wedgie while waiting for him to catch up. (A futile effort, as it turned out, when wearing two mittens the size of car batteries.)
"I heard you were going to be in a movie with Goldie Hawn," he said to me, out of breath.
Shit. I had worried something like this was going to happen. The day before, I had forgotten my language arts homework, and when the teacher singled me out in front of the entire class to find out where it was, I told her that I had been in three straight nights of meeting with Goldie Hawn and Kurt Russell, negotiating my contract to play Goldie Hawn's daughter in the sequel to Private Benjamin.Ty's been out of town for nearly a full week (he gets back from North Dakota today!), but in the meantime, Chelsea has been great company.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Our husbands had been out of town three days when Lauren text me, "How much have you baked this weekend?"
Now that I'm done with wedding planning, I can shift my focus to our home, and I'm starting with the living room. In a few days, I'll upload an overview shot of our living room. It's the best room in the house because of the tall pitched roof and exposed wood beams. But this weekend, I focused on shelving. There's still miles to go, but I thought this was a good start.
I like to keep things pretty neutral with small pops of color. The initial plate was given to us as a wedding gifts and is one of my favorite pieces. It's from Kelly Wilson Antiques in Dallas. Kelly takes antique pieces of china and adds your initial through decoupage. It's so unique. I think her plates would make amazing Christmas gifts.
More house updates to come since apparently that's all I do these days!
Friday, October 1, 2010
A place like Cabo attracts people of all nationalities, and through all of my vacation observations, I learned one thing: Speedos are widely accepted, and possibly the norm, in other parts of the world.
In recent years, I've been forced to come to terms with the Speedo. I'm pretty sure about 50 percent of my husband's adolescent life was spent wearing one. And sometimes when he's feeling particularly nostalgic, he'll clean the pool wearing one.
You have to pick your battles.
So, while we were away, Speedo spotting became a game of ours. There are so many lovely sights in Cabo, however these are not some of them.
This picture was a challenge to take, but it seems I managed to fly under everyone's radar. Notice the speedo to the right. I could have gotten a better picture while he was in line for carne asada with a massive swimsuit wedgie, but my camera was a little slow and we were about to eat.
OK. I think these people may have caught me. But, baby blue? How daring!
I get the feeling that his Speedo/life jacket combination is going to result in a very awkward tan line.
I hope this has been as culturally enlightening for you as it was for us.