Tuesday, March 3, 2015

In Like a Lion


Maddie and I made a key lime cheesecake over the weekend.  Maybe that was our off-hand way of pretending that it is even a tiny bit warm outside. 

a slice of perfection

I mentioned our baking foray into summer on my Facebook page, but I did not talk about the reality of our March 1.  I'm hoping that the month lives up to its reputation and goes out like a lamb because it certainly swept in like a lion!


I was registered to run a 10-mile race on Sunday morning.  Earlier in the week, forecasters had predicted mid-40s, ideal running weather.  The race course had been cleared of lingering snow and the day looked to be near perfect. As the week progressed, the prognosis grew more dire.  Snow arrived again on Thursday morning and then the slush turned to ice on the race course.



Sunday morning dawned dreary and a frigid 18 degrees. Opening ceremonies were held in the warm, dry university gym, but when the starting horn was blown, it was 27 degrees and snowing. 


and we're off...

In a way, the nasty conditions took some of the pressure off.  First, it was dodging cones that were marking the slick spots and running with snow blowing into my eyes and mouth.  Then came the sleet and the thin layer of new snow on the path. I focused on maintaining mental toughness and pushing to do my best instead of meeting a precise time goal.


approaching the finish line

I had hoped to finish the race (10.07 miles) at a 9:30/mile pace, but I ended up completing it a little more slowly.  {My finish time was 1 hour, 37 minutes (a 9:41/mile pace).}

That March lion was so fierce it left icicles in my hair-- literally.  I wish I had thought to get a picture of that! 

The cold also did something funky to my eyes because it was a good ten minutes before I could see clearly after my race ended.   Frozen eyelashes? Dried out contact lenses? 

The after party offered warm soup and bread-- a highlight after a long cold run.  I was still hungry for Sunday lunch later at my parents'...and a slice of that cheesecake, too!






Saturday, February 28, 2015

Weekend Links...and What I'm Reading This Week



  • Love is Dirty
    "It’s about giving up yourself and your resources to meet someone else’s need. Whether or not they are thankful."

And just for fun...


*****

A sample peek of the week's reading material:










Thursday, February 26, 2015

Our Snow Day {in three words}


math comes first


watching snow fall



pizza for lunch


and snow cream


some with chocolate


out to play


shoveling a path


loads of laundry


book club preparation


it's movie night


freshly popped corn


time to relax




How was your day {in three words}?
Ours was full.





Thursday, February 19, 2015

Using an Unused Space


A few weeks ago I alluded to a house project that was in the works. It's kind of a long story.

When we moved into this house almost four years ago and started setting up and making it our own, we made a conscious decision to do things right the first time.  In other words, we didn't want to waste time and money on temporary solutions that we didn't love and would want to change later.

One of the first rooms we tweaked was our dining room.  We used a long-term-loan dining room hutch to store our school books and supplies and it served it's purpose well (large, sturdy, did I mention free?), but it was never precisely my style. We talked options including painting the hutch, but on a Sunday morning run last year I spotted another hutch for sale in a neighbor's yard. Brian talked them down from their asking price of $100 and brought it home for only $40!  The top section needed extensive cosmetic work, including removing glass doors so we decided to work with only the bottom half. 


Brian spent a week sanding and painting, and now this beauty resides in our dining room.  (I'm working on finding some artwork to hang on the once-hidden wall.)



{And where is the old hutch?  My sister took it home and made it her own.} 

The new piece has a major drawback. Eliminating the top cabinet left us less storage space.  An idea had been brewing for awhile and with Brian on his winter break, there was no time like the present.  There is a unused nook in our front entryway that was the ideal space for a large built-in bookshelf. 

We mentioned  our plans to my dad after dinner one Sunday and within a half hour he and Brian had removed the very large, very hazardous mirror with their bare hands (while the rest of us cringed at the sound of crackling, almost-shattering glass).


And that is why I have no official "before" photo.  I do have this one taken post-mirror.


Then came the work of tearing out the cabinet.




Ben was fascinated by the whole process, though the noise was a little bothersome, hence the ear muffs.
After the dirty work was complete, this is what was remained.



My dad volunteered to help build the new shelf. I provided lunch and advice, but otherwise, I was hands-off.






By the end of the day, the skeleton was complete. 


Then came the tedious work of paining-- the shelf and the walls, too,  which needed a freshen-up coat.



All the work was worth gaining this new much-used, much-needed space for our books, resources, and supplies.



Easy for me to say, huh?

Sunday, February 15, 2015

a Special Breakfast


One of our goals as parents of a larger-than-average family is to create memories for our kids in the everyday, to not let the days pass by in a blur simply because we're too busy to enjoy the little moments.  And because several of us in the family are bakers and all of us love to eat, our special memories often  center around meals, plus it's a time when we're all naturally together anyway.

Breakfast is a neglected meal. Sure, we eat breakfast, but we often grab something quick or the kids will fix something for themselves and each other.  I may cook a pot of oatmeal or occasionally scramble eggs but that's an exception, not the rule.  Last year on Valentine's Day, we planned a special breakfast and it was such a hit that we purposed to do it again this year.

The kids, especially the younger ones,  literally counted the days! Ben said he wanted to go to bed early the night before so breakfast would come sooner. 


We all pitched in.  Owen blended Healthy Orange Julius and Alaine gave each person a glass with a heart-patterned straw.


Maddie made mixed-up muffins,  a delicious hybrid of vanilla and chocolate. (You've got to have chocolate on Valentine's Day, even if it is before 9 am.)

I made a ham, potato, and frittata.



Ben and Gavin set the table and served the food.  (And lest you wonder where Brian fit into all of this: he was catching up on other housework while we scurried around the kitchen.)



The rest of the day was full (too many loads of laundry, a 10-mile run, visiting with out-of-town family), but the slow intentional start to our morning set the tone for the rest of our day and cemented memories for a lifetime.






Thursday, February 12, 2015

Still Life



{This post contains affiliate links. I received a complimentary copy of this book through BookLook Bloggers in exchange for my honest review.}


I've done product review many times since I began my blog in the spring of 2008(!). I'd sworn off of it recently, though, because I find it difficult to talk about a product or a book objectively when I know there is a real person affected by my words. Do I sugarcoat it and recommend something I find mediocre or do I speak honestly and risk hurting feelings?

I routinely mention books on my Facebook page, but those are books I've picked up on my own and want to share with you, my fellow moms and readers.  Plus, I only need mention the good books.  The bad (or boring or weird or poorly written) ones, I just return to the library without a word.


This book, though?  With this book I was willing to agree to a review because I've read every other book the author has written and never read one I didn't like.

Still Lifeby Christa Parrish is highly character driven.  I've realized that when I'm reading a book, if characters are highly developed and the author gives them strong voices, I don't need a twisting plot to keep me interested.

Still Life flip-flops between the stories of two women: Katherine, a working mom of two teenagers, who has made decisions in the past that are leaving her wracked with guilt; and Ada, a young woman who grew up in a religious sect and escaped to marry a man she barely knew but who offered her Hope.

Though we know almost from the beginning what will ultimately weave these two women together, we watch their stories play out from a distance until eventually they meet. The plot (which includes a plane crash, a runaway, and an award-winning photographer) is interesting, but the subtlety (how each women changes internally to experience grace and growth) was more intriguing.

Admittedly, this was not my favorite of Parrish's books.  That would have to be Stones for Bread which I've mentioned over and over here on my blog and was the book that set me on my journey with sour dough bread

What books have you enjoyed during these cold days of winter?  Do you have a go-to author who always writes books you love?




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