Watermelon for Dinner

Summer time makes me thirsty. That sticky humidity, the bright sunshine, the  heat- yes we are in the dog days all right.  And I don’t know about you, but when I am in a state of perpetual perspiration, a big ole bowl of noodles does not sound appetizing. I dream in smoothies, juices, ice cream floats, and milkshakes. Mastication is over-rated when the temperature rises. Continue reading

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Never Over-rated: Cookie Break

Today during a SoulCycle class master instructor Kym Perfetto yelled out serious motivation with sticking power.

“Skinny is over-rated but hot is not!” the ripped Kym screamed as she proceeded to tell us about how she hates when people equate working out to punishing themselves for enjoying a delicious dessert. This is a girl after my own heart. Let’s face it, y’all; life is hard and short. There just isn’t enough time to get all wrapped up in what you shouldn’t. The time to enjoy is now. Let’s work it out and then go and have lunch!

After class I went home and began a sunday baking spree. I had cookies on me mind. And the only way to satisfy a cookie craving is by baking a batch, of course! Continue reading

The Vow

I have been a very bad blogger, like grade F major fail sauce y’all must hate me and then some.

But today, I pledge to make time in my week to week life to pop in and say hello. After all, I know you are all just DYING to hear what I have to say, right?!

Looking Back

It’s been almost a month since the wedding. I honestly cannot believe it-all that build up, almost a year of planning, the anxiety, the excitement, and the in between “we’re getting married” feelings. Now it’s all in the past. I am a married woman.

Of course it’s never too soon to reminisce. The entire honeymoon Chris and I re-lived the wedding. From the ceremony to the food to the group Macarena dance, the entire night was as perfect as perfect could be. Ok I’ll admit it, the few days before were a lot. I was nervous, not about marrying C but about the logistics. What if it rained? What if the food was terrible? What if I fell in front of everyone? There were a million questions racing through my mind. And the day of time flashed by. I woke up, worked out with my friends, took a walk, ate a light lunch, had my makeup done, and then all of of a sudden I was kissing my groom as the deluge of guests began to line up.

One month later as I think about the day, I take delight in knowing I wouldn’t have had it any other way. It was the perfect wedding weekend. And the best part is knowing that the adventure has just began!

Biker Babes

My Bachelorette party began with class-we ladies came dressed to the nines, ready to casually sip champagne and nosh on lighter fare artfully prepared by my maid of honor, Maddie Teren and her wonderful mother. Roasted beet chips topped with goat cheese, fresh spring rolls, mini grilled cheese and caramelized onion sandwiches, apple sausage pineapple skewers, and home-made pickled veggies. My kind of spread. Conversation was had, gifts were opened, stories were told. Graceful beginnings, that is until I was presented with a gift. And inside said parcel was a bicycle helmet with attached veil. Let the rip roaring wild times begin.

Bachelorette party Pedal Tavern style: for the rest of the evening my fellow friends and I pedaled a giant group bicycle vehicle around downtown Nashville blasting bad pop music, screaming at the top of our lungs, and enjoying free flowing libations. So much for no drinking and driving, right?!

The night was silly, raunchy, and full of squeals, just the way I always imagined it. And My bachelorette party kicked those other bachelorette parties we ran into ass! I always did love a little competition.

 

Work Is Over

A nontraditional work week has its benefits: Sunday night is the new Saturday night. There is nothing quite like knowing that while the rest of the world unwinds from a nice weekend, yours is just beginning. A smug little secret I revel in admittedly–sometimes pride is fun!

A fresh pineapple juice enjoyed after work is over

along side a plate full of Good Enough To Eat’s migas, scrambled eggs and peppers atop tortilla strips served alongside griddles flour tortillas.

Happy Sunday that is Saturday to me.