Can’t even articulate all the food of the past five days (where the heck does the time go????)….there will be a photo montage of most.
But even though this isn’t food related, it sort of is. It’s coffee. I’ve always loved my coffee really dark. Not sludgy and goopy (hello, Navy days), but a deep French or Espresso roast. I became a coffee snob when I lived in the Seattle area starting in the mid-90’s, and even had my husband buy me an espresso machine when we moved back to WI because their raspberry mocha’s from Gloria Jean’s Coffee Beans tasted like NyQuil. My parents had a tin in their cupboard for when I’d come visit, and for me – the darker the java, the better.
I wonder what the heck happened to me when…years later and now living in VA….I find myself buying the “breakfast blend” and “light/blonde” roast coffees. And you know what’s worse? I DIDN’T EVEN NOTICE! I bought a large bag of java, and when D made it Sunday morning, commented on how weak it seemed. And then it hit me….my coffee hasn’t had flavor in I don’t know how long! On the way home from work yesterday I stopped at the grocery and bought the darkest roast they had so I can amp up the grounds I have. And then I’m back baby. Dark Roast….I have missed you.
I think the hallmark of the past 5 days was my Sunday afternoon run at the botanical gardens. It was chilly, but sunny, and it was one of those runs that reminds me why I do it. It was fun and I felt like I was flying. Nothing was blooming (though the Japanese healing garden was lovely still), but it didn’t matter. I got lost on the trails, but didn’t care. I knew I’d surface eventually and thought it was neat I found places I hadn’t seen before….or at least don’t recall seeing.
I’ve had a few other runs, though none as awesome as Saturday. This morning’s was tough because I woke up with a headache…and haven’t been able to shake it all day. Maybe a run wasn’t the smartest idea this morning…
Well, where to begin? D got really sick for a few days and wasn’t allowed to be around other people. That was sad, because he missed the Saturday night dinner party to celebrate E’s 1st bday.
Friday was spent working and then baking a ton of cupcakes for Saturday’s party. There were 3 families at the dinner (AC’s of course, CT’s, HB’s, and part of mine). A total of 8 adults and 9 kids. I wanted plenty of cupcakes and variety, so I did strawberry with vanilla frosting, chocolate with chocolate frosting, chocolate with vanilla frosting, vanilla with vanilla frosting, vanilla with chocolate frosting, and root beer float. I’m exhausted just typing that! Anyway – plenty for the party and even got special to-go boxes at Party City so every family would have plenty to take home.
We also planned a “build your own taco bar” for the party, thinking it would appeal to a wider group of people. And it’s ridiculously easy. AC was in charge of some of the dinner, and I brought the rest and cooked at her house.
My husband and eldest couldn’t come for various reasons (work, sick, party), but R and I went and had a blast. I was proud of R for doing a lot to watch over the little ones (namely E, who turned 1 on Friday and D who’s 15 months). AC, CT, HB, and I went to Vegas together, so this is the first time I’ve seen CT and HB since Sept. It was a really nice night and I’m sorry D missed it. I took a bunch of pics, but didn’t ask permission to post them, so I can’t share. Other than AC, who gave me blanket permission 🙂
Sunday was my run, grocery shopping, and the super bowl. I’ll be honest – I don’t watch football. I don’t care about football. I’m not married to a guy who ever watches sports (other than the super bowl), so I was surprised to find it mostly fun. Probably due to Beyoncé and the power outage and that one touchdown that took like 9 seconds, but I still mostly had fun. Until it was on too late and I wanted to go to bed.
Work the past few days has been nutty and late days, but I can’t complain about that. I have a job…I have a really great job…I love what I do…so it’s nothing to ever complain about when I have to put in more time than normal. It’s the nature of the work I do and it’s pretty exhilarating most of the time.
So I’m going to stop now. I’ve felt like poo all day, and while I’m not admitting illness defeat, I’m going to go to bed and hope this all goes away by morning….