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day number two

This evening, the man, Lucy and I are curled up on our couch, watching the third episode of “Downton Abbey.”  I am enjoying some delicious spoonfuls of Nutella, following a quick meal of quinoa, roasted cauliflower, pesto and meatballs.  Don’t judge ~ I believe that Nutella can cure most ills.  And the quinoa dish ~ one of our new favs.

In my experience, day #2 is always a slightly more bitter pill to swallow than day #1.  Here’s why (my opinion only, of course!) ~ sometimes you feel very brave and strong and unbeatable that first day.  And then you go to sleep, inspired and full of well-meaning and ideas, and the next day dawns, and the truth settles into your bones … the real reality.  And it doesn’t feel exciting or stimulating, or inspiring ~ it feels overwhelming … a little like an insurmountable obstacle.

Today, I felt it was important to share my news with my extended family.  It didn’t feel responsible to give that burden to my parents, so I did my best to construct an email that let everyone know what was going on.  It’s funny, because I had all sorts of ideas of things I wanted to blog about today (green smoothies, the power of nutrition, etc, etc) but really, it came down to the response from my family.  It was overwhelmingly positive, which was reassuring.  But it was also the sort of ‘stiff upper lip’ stuff so intimately familiar  and comforting that I associate with my British family.

Life hasn’t been especially easy since July 2012 ~ my first MS symptoms reared their ugly and very unwelcome head, but my mother was also given quite a serious diagnosis (which is not my business to share online) so for my immediate and extended family, I am sure it has been something to get their heads around.  Everyone has trials and tribulations, highs and wallowing lows ~ but we have definitely shouldered our burden for the past six months.

It’s hard to know what to say when someone presents to you their bad news. My family did an admirable job of being a beautiful combination of loving, sympathetic, supportive, upbeat and realistic.  I have to give them credit, because it is not easy to be on the receiving end of the email I sent.  I have to give a special shout-out to my brother’s lady love, whose response (restricted by twitter’s 160 character limit … and man, she’s a pro) was my favorite.  Yes, I am admitting bias.

Tomorrow will dawn day #3 .. and the further in we get, the more the novelty wears off, and the reality sets in.  I hope that as time marches on, I don’t lose my focus and my drive, my idea of staying positive.  It’s a new challenge, and there is no guidebook.  It’s just the man, Lucy and I, figuring it out one day at a time.

new beginnings

About eleven days ago, I began the following post (below in italics ~ we’ll get there).  I wasn’t sure I was ready to face the real truth of what was going on, but throughout my life, I’ve found writing to be an excellent outlet.  I wrote that day ~ but faltered, and haven’t been able sit down and write again.  Until today.

Now, as I sit on my couch, drinking gluten-free beer and watching “Grumpy Old Men,” (is there a better combination to combat life-altering news? I think not!) I am contemplating the idea that this moment, this information ~ it offers me a path.  Now, the path would not have been obvious had a doctor not told me matter-of-factly at about 1.45pm that I have a non-curable chronic disease ~ but pish posh, right?  Can’t turn back time ( although I do love Cher’s song contemplating the options if one could).

If you can’t tell, I’m a little punch drunk, and a little bit loopy.  Deservedly so, I say, having spent the better part of 2013’s early days in and out of doctors offices and diagnostic testing.  At least now its been said ~ it’s done.  And I can take that information and run with it.

Folks, I have multiple sclerosis.  Fact.  January 21st, 2013 is the first day of the rest of my life.  I do like the number 21, so I’m okay with it, I guess.  Always looking on the bright side ;)!

I had this moment today ~ when I called to schedule my follow-up appointment following my most recent round of MRIs ~ that I thought maybe the same news would come that came in July ~ no signs whatsoever of any lesions.  In retrospect, that was probably fairly wishful thinking (the symptoms have been much more intense for the past three plus weeks).  But if we can’t be wishful and hopeful, what’s the point?

So, eleven days ago … I wrote this.

“So, here’s the thing.  Yesterday, when my home nurse was visiting, she pretty much distilled what’s going on in  my life down to one sentence.  She said, ‘After the sadness, and the anger, and the feeling-sorry-for-yourself feelings pass, remember that it’s a life-changing diagnosis, not life ending.”

And even in the microcosm of yesterday, when my mind raced up and down the mountains of possibilities and fears and all manner of other things, that one sentence was worth remembering.  And remembering often, and with conviction.

When multiple sclerosis was first mentioned as a possibility, back in July (remember that month? yeah, it sucked), I wasn’t really ready to admit the truth of it.  I was completely convinced that my case of optic neuritis was one hundred percent not a pre-cursor for MS.  Naive, perhaps.  But I think anyone who receives what feels like, and on many levels is a pretty dire health diagnosis has to work through the denial and the fear and all the other feelings that come bubbling to the surface of your conscience.”

So I got stuck after that, because there was no end, no neat ribbon to wrap things up with ~ no pithy or witty thoughtful query.

It was true, and raw, and real and … well, scary.

I googled MS and read some really not uplifting stories of other people who thought what I did ~ my eyesight was a detached retina, nothing was wrong with me, I was healthy … etc, etc. etc.  And over the past eleven days, as I geared up for the inevitable diagnosis, I began contemplating how I was going to choose to deal with my new life path.

So far ~ and I’m not far into this at all ~ but, so far, I’ve felt a little bit alone, and as though while everyone has a friend, or knows someone (and thinks I should talk to that person/call/consult, etc) ~ the people who are writing about their experiences are less than upbeat.  (** Sidenote, I am not the most tech savvy or google-happy person out there, so I guarantee I have not read it all, or even close … Sidenote x2 ~ Montel Williams information was by far my favorite and most encouraging to find).

And I get it ~ when I started to lose feeling in my feet (amongst other, not-ready-to-share issues), and then slowly realized that getting it back would not occur with a magical pill ~ it was highly discouraging.  And the truth is ~ from the little I have learned ~ MS is pretty unique to each person.  Everyone’s symptoms and cases are individual and manifest per person.  So no one’s story is going to answer my questions, or completely assuage my fears.

I said to my mum on the phone today ~ for a person like myself who has always existed in a black and white world, it’s wildly ironic that I got a disease that exists only in the gray area.  I want rules to follow ~ I want a sequence of steps that will cure things … but MS doesn’t work like that.

Having an answer ~ even a very dreaded answer ~ eases some of my anxiety but it opens up the door to the unknown.  How will my life change ~ what are my next steps?  My neurologist gave the man and I a stack of information on various drugs that we have been tasked with researching and exploring before our next appointment.  I’ve already decided the one I like (packaging is everything ~ and whoever did the packaging for my new meds definitely knew the way to this girl’s heart … haha!  I am certainly not going to choose life time medication via packaging … but it does give one an edge!).

What I’ve been contemplating is that documenting this  journey ~ beginning today ~ may be a way for me to work through all the unknowns, but also potentially allow me to reach someone else who is struggling and scared and unsure.   Who knows.  Maybe even reaching myself will be enough ~ goodness knows, I’m struggling and scared and unsure.

Here are the facts ~ I have brain and spinal lesions (aka, my immune system is mistakenly attacking my nervous system at various spots).  I have been on high potency IV steroids to calm the ‘flares’ since last Friday (nothing teaches you what you are capable of like injecting yourself with meds, saline and blood thinners) and I will most likely be on self-injected medication for the rest of my life.  Pretty heavy stuff for a thirty-three year old woman who has a list of dreams she hasn’t fulfilled yet.

Here’s how I feel.  I refuse to choose to be ho-hum doll drum about it.  It sucks ~ if anyone has the audacity to contradict me on that, please.  Lemme know your ‘genius’ logic.  It sucks, and that’s that.  But it doesn’t have to suck every second of every day, and I refuse to believe that there aren’t strong, proactive choices I can make to lead as normal a life as possible.  I have been given the gift of knowledge regarding nutrition and the benefits of dietary choices and fitness choices that have been shown to help others suffering from MS.  That, in and of itself, is incredibly encouraging.

Welcome to my new blog, and my new journey.  I’ll see ya tomorrow.

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Gratitude Journal

November 3rd ~ I am grateful for family.

On Saturday, the man and I headed back down to Bethesda to the National Institute of Health to visit his dad after surgery.  We were lucky that my parents were able to watch Lucy Lou (she’s very ‘in demand’!) and John’s aunts were at the hospital as well, having made the drive from upstate PA that morning.

Family is ~ well, it’s a mixed bag, if we’re being honest with each other.  But when the going gets tough, it’s family who step up, family who are there when life feels really hard, family who holds you up when you are down.  I am grateful that both the man and I have been blessed with family who care.

November 4th ~ I am grateful for football.

All Dressed up for the Game

 

Possibly superficial.  However, football has been an integral part of my life forever.  Not only that, but it has been a comfort and buoy in tough times, something to believe in and identify with ~ a passion.  During some really low moments, the Steelers were there every  Sunday and for the few hours they played, all my baggage and angst got put on a shelf, and my emotions were wrapped up in the game.  And Penn State ~ well, Penn State football is engrained in my very being.  ‘Nuff said.

 

 

November 5th ~ I am grateful for Lucy.

It’s been nearly 10 months since Miss Lucy came home with the man and I.  Our lives have forever changed.  This weekend, my parents very generously offered to watch her while we did hospital visits on Saturday and drove up to East Rutherford NJ for the Giants/Steelers game on Sunday (it pained them to think of her being alone for so long ~ instead, she was cuddled, coddled and just spoiled in every possible way).  The man and I woke up two mornings without our little lady, and even though I didn’t think it would affect me so much, I missed her waking us up, I missed her toes clickety clacking on the kitchen floor ~ I missed her good morning kisses.  The house felt lonely and empty without her.

I am so glad we made the decision to expand our family ~ but more importantly, I’m so glad she chose us, just as much as we found her.  We all fit perfectly together. I feel blessed to have her (despite the fact that she drops some major stink bombs sometimes!).
And now, returning to our regularly scheduled programming ….

After our busy weekend, and even though we gained an hour, Monday felt looooong today and I wracked my brain trying to come up with something yum to have for dinner.  I had a partially formed idea in my mind to re-dedicate myself to cooking this month.  And not ‘fun’ cooking ~ as in, events or dinner parties.  Regular, every day cooking.  The ‘routine’ kind.

A few weeks ago, we made loaded baked potatoes for WeHangsDay and that felt like delicious and fairly easy plan for a Monday kind of Monday.

They were pretty delish.

 

 

 

 

 

I sliced some sweet Italian sausage, sautéed some mushrooms & baked broccoli while the man seasoned and cooked the taters.  We added dairy (who wouldn’t?!?) with some grated cheddar (for him) parmesan (for me) and sour cream (is it a loaded potato without sour cream? I think not!). And we settled in for our first weeknight of Daylight Savings with a hot dinner, a snuggly puppy and some DVR recordings.  A pretty nice Monday, if I do say so myself.

daily gratitude

I’m not always the biggest fan of social media (let me also clarify that, along with most of the population, I am somewhat addicted to it).  Sometimes, though, social media offers up something truly worthwhile ~ something a little bit better than a glorified chain letter.

Today, I saw the beginnings of something I think we should all do regardless of the time of year ~ but Thanksgiving inspires it, so for that, I am thankful.

Multiple people online were listing things they are grateful for by day.  The idea is to do it every day until Thanksgiving.  I liked it so much, I figured I’d bring it to the blog.

November 1st ~

I am grateful for power (aka electricity).  When you are deprived of something, it becomes startlingly clear how much you rely upon it.  I am grateful for all the creature comforts I daily take for granted.  I am thankful that despite the devastating aftermath of Superstorm Sandy, she helped me remember how lucky I am for all that I have.

November 2nd ~

I am grateful for John.  We have spent the past three plus years building a life together in our snug apartment and every day I am reminded of how amazing it is to share a life with my best friend.  I haven’t always been so lucky, and because of that, I think it helps me to appreciate what ‘good‘ feels like.  It’s easy to take your person for granted, to take out your frustrations and daily irritations on that person because he’s there day in and day out.  It’s also sad to see people together who clearly make each other miserable ~ who only see the other’s faults and spend their time picking at the other, spot-lighting their partner’s failings.

I am eternally grateful that we found each other, and that despite some misgivings from my friends due to my previous relationship, and some bumps at the beginning, we were smart enough to recognize our souls in each other.  He is my sounding board, the yin to my yang, the voice of reason to my irrationality.  He protects me when I am afraid, supports me when my wings feel frail, and loves me even when I am my most ugly.  Today, I am most grateful for him.

de-clutter your life

As I sat in the surgical waiting room this morning, I picked up an old issue of Women’s Day Magazine (April 2012, so not super duper old).  It featured a small story called “De-Clutter Your Life,” on the cover, so I paged through and found it.  I love things like that.  Sometimes, I feel as though I get so caught up in life that I lose sight of who I am, so I re-visit some of my favorite books (“The Four Agreements” is a great one) to reconnect with myself.  Sometimes, I happen upon something that clarifies things ~ sort of puts life back in perspective.  Those are such refreshing moments.  The article from this morning felt like that ~ a little surprise to help me remember myself.

But let me rewind a little to come full circle.

A few days ago, as Lucy and I meandered through the woods on our morning walk, my brain was whirring a mile a minute.  I was frustrated about some things, and often times, when I walk or run all my mixed-up muddled emotions come into focus ~ I figure out what I’m upset about specifically, I address it, and I figure out how to get my brain around it and move on.

That morning, I realized the following ~ when a person has low self-esteem, it’s hard to decipher real friends from faux friends.  Faux friends seem real, because they reinforce all the things that ‘insecure you’ already focuses on ~ your faults, your flaws, your short-comings.  It’s easy to mistake this person for a friend, because their ‘honesty’ is played off as ‘support.’  Real friends aren’t like that.  And as a person’s self-esteem builds, growing pains exist in the faux friendships.  All of a sudden, that ‘honesty’ about all your ‘short-comings’ feels a lot less supportive and a lot more judgemental.  I’ve had my fair share of faux friends.  Realizing it is like tasting a bitter pill.  But the truth is this ~ I don’t want people in my life who stress me out, magnify negative parts of who I am, or bring nothing positive to the table.  Friendships are tough, and being honest about them is hard ~ but it has to be done.  That, or you just suck it up and endure the misery of a friendship that is no longer nourishing.  That prospect is a little bleak.

So I had all those thoughts, and the more I distilled it down, and peeled away all the layers, the more I was certain that I was unhappy about some of my relationships.

Fast forward to this morning and this little blip of an article.

The seven tips were as follows:

1.  Re-frame your ‘to-do’ list.  Think of it as “What I get to do today!” My mother has a quote that hangs beside her bed ~ ‘Change your thoughts, and you will change your world.’  It’s amazing how changing the way you address something can change your whole perspective.  

2.  Figure out your goals.  I loved the explanation under this one ~ it was about physically writing down goals, then figuring out the most attainable and starting there.  The author also suggested imagining what people would say about you after you died.  Would you want to be the person who always hated their job but never did anything to change it?  I used to have a list of things I wanted (written in 2008 when I was re-building my life).  I wanted to own a Mini Cooper -check!- have a dog -check!- live in a townhome (I don’t know why but I have always loved them … I didn’t want to own, because I didn’t, and still don’t, want to be tied to a single location) and have a job I liked -95% check!.  Considering I have met most of those goals, it’s time to go back to the drawing board, and dream bigger.  But I also want to do what I do with integrity and passion, because I would like to think that when I go, those left behind could look at my life in a positive way.  It’s an interesting perspective and worth exploring.  

3.  Purge toxic friendships.  How relevant.  The author suggested recognizing which friends serve which kind of purpose in your life and keeping expectations for each friendship within those ‘niches.’  It also suggested having a conversation with friends you may feel aren’t supportive, or are too ‘needy’ ~ allowing those friends to respond to how you are feeling before writing the friendship off.  All good advice.  What I think is important to remember (personally) is the idea that if a person’s influence in your life is unbalanced toward the negative, how much does that affect your daily existence/perspective, etc.  I find that when I am around negative people, it’s much easier to slip into negativity/judgement of others, etc versus being around positive people discussing ideas and theories instead of other people.  

4.  Fight fatigue.  Loved this.  Did you know that losing an hour of sleep a night (aka not getting in the minimum of 7 -8 hours) ages your brain seven years over a short period of time, and adversely affects memory? Didn’t think not sleeping could have such an impact, huh? The article also suggested setting a bedtime routine to help ease into sleep and have a more restful night ~ I’ve read that in a few different places, so it warrants heeding the advice! 

5.  Let go of grudges. Forgiveness has everything to do with you, and very little to do with the person/people you are forgiving.  It takes a lot of energy to hold a grudge and be angry.  It’s not good for you, period.  Forgiving someone allows you to move on and forget.  My favorite piece of advice?  Write down what angered you and how you felt about it ~ it allows you to release it and stop carrying it around.  It also allows you to clarify your emotions, and ultimately, forgive.  

6.  Break bad habits.  So fascinating.  A study was done about eating popcorn at the movies.  Groups were given fresh popcorn, and then stale popcorn.  Those who habitually ate popcorn at the movies ate the stale popcorn, but when presented with stale popcorn at a conference table, declined it.  This study linked habitual behaviour situationally, which makes perfect sense.  Also fascinating?  When the popcorn eaters tried using their non-dominant hand, they were also deterred from eating the stale popcorn.  It amazed me that such a small change in the routine or habit could be enough of a trigger to make people think before engaging in a habit.  I definitely want to put this theory into practice.  Need to curb my Starbucks addiction! 

7.  Add ‘me’ moments.  We all need to re-charge ~ like batteries.  I don’t think this idea needs any selling ~ but it does need scheduling.  A suggestion by this article?  Take three to five minutes throughout the work day to close you eyes and breath deeply.  Sounds silly but I’m going to give it a try.  I have nothing to lose!

I also love to remember the Four Agreements ~

1.  Be Impeccable With Your Word.  Do you have any idea how difficult this is to keep?  So challenging.  It also reminds me how often I say things that are negative.  Words are powerful and they cannot be taken back. I still remember some particularly harsh words that were directed at me, and how much they stung.  It’s never a bad idea to think before speaking.  It will benefit everyone.  

2. Don’t Take Things Personally.  I think this is the agreement that affects me the most obviously.  It’s hard not to take things personally ~ especially if you are sensitive or insecure.  But the truth is, most people are so wrapped up in themselves (as you are for thinking everything is about you) that their anger/harsh words/judgement/etc are about what’s going on with them, and has nothing to do with you.  Tough one to remember when your feelings are hurt but definitely worth it. 

3.  Don’t Make Assumptions. Oy.  This is difficult as well, but goes hand in hand with not taking things personally.  It’s easy to think there are hidden reasons and motivations for other’s actions/inactions, but making assumptions really only sets us up for disappointment.  How can someone do something without knowing you are expecting it?  People can’t usually read each other’s minds, so making assumptions can leave us all in dangerous territory.  Just sayin’! 

4. Always Do Your Best.  This rule is great ~ it pretty much says ~ ‘yes, the first three agreements are hard, and you aren’t always going to be able to maintain them, but just do your best, and then you haven’t left anything on the table and you can feel as though you are constantly and actively trying to be the very best version of you that you can be.’  I love this rule because it immediately implies that no one is perfect, and we will all struggle.  That’s a huge weight off the ole shoulders.  

oh sandy

The shelves at the grocery store last night ~ I stopped in for a couple things, and didn’t realize how serious the storm was.  Yowza.

Today, the man and I are both working from home, which has been nice ~if you can use ‘nice’ during a category 1 hurricane.  Lucy was very excited at first, but halfway through the morning, she realized that we were both more interested in our computers, and she retreated to her bed to sulk.

I cannot imagine how my mother must have felt when I pulled stuff like that.  As a doggy mummy, I felt wretched.  Finally I set up on the couch, so she could snuggle up beside me.

We just heard that one of the tall ships ~ the Bounty, off the coast of North Carolina ~ has gone down. The crew was evacuated due to Sandy, and 14 are safe, while 2 are missing.  The more we addictively we watch the weather channel, the more worrying it becomes.   I’m dreading when the power finally goes out ~ it’s been predicted to be out for long periods of time.  Which makes me very anxious.

Luckily, so far all the immediate family members are okay, which makes me feel better.

On a lighter note, we had a great tailgate at PSU this weekend, despite the very disappointing loss to Ohio State.  My little bro has a Halloween addiction, so he had pumpkins and was dressed in an amazing costume ~ we also had candy and Halloween cupcake cookies (seriously ~ ah.may.zing) plus incredible pulled pork, butcher sausages and multiple other munchies.

We had additional seats for this game, so the man and I got to watch from the west side of the stadium (a rarity for me ~ we’ve been in EF/ EFU my whole life!).

My daddy, me and Richie Tenenbaum, er, my little brother.

The man and I at half time.  It was a White Out, and we were a little tired (we certainly look it!).  We managed to rally for the second half (it didn’t help PSU) and we were there to sing the Alma Mater post-game.  Bill O’Brien is a cool, classy coach.

My brother’s pumpkins … sadly, we had to leave them behind.  But they were pretty cool.  And he carved them all free-hand, which was uber impressive.  He’s a talented guy, my little bro.

 

We Are (Always) Penn State

It’s been nearly a year since everything about being a Penn Stater seemed to change.  This weekend marks our (my family and friends) first big tailgate of the season and we have spent this week preparing and emailing furiously amongst our group laying the plans for an it to be epic.

I mean, when you combine the Ohio State game with Halloween, there is only one logical conclusion ~ amazingly fun time.  Obviously!

It feels familiar and good to be heading to State College amped up for a football game.  And despite everything that has come since November 2011, I can say with certainty that not much has changed about being a Penn Stater.  We’re still incredibly proud of our university, fiercely supportive of our players, and always ready to stand up and be heard.
We Are.

Always.

Penn State.

***

Love ya Lions.

dinner date downtown

Every once in a while, the man and I enjoy dinner on the town.  This past weekend, after the executive decision was made that I would have to run a half marathon another day (Side note: I feel a little like a 90-year-old because I’ve been having issues with my hip … it hurts!) we decided to have a date night.

We took Lucy Lou for a nice hike at Valley Green (she loves running off the leash and Valley Green has a doggy paradise) in the morning and then headed downtown to meander.  I had to stop in at work and afterwards, we just enjoyed the city on a beautiful Saturday afternoon.

And then we hit up an amazing restaurant for dinner.  We went early (further cementing my 90-year-old status) but on the plus side, we got great service at a busy restaurant on a Saturday night, and we got home before Lucy decided to disown us as terrible doggy parents.

We arrived shortly after the restaurant opened, and while perusing the wine list, discovered our favorite local vineyard (previously only featured at one restaurant -now closed- in Chicago, Charlie Trotters).  Then we made the executive decision to do the Chef’s Tasting Menu.

Delish.

I won’t go into detail about each course ( two amuse-bouche, four full courses, a cheese course, dessert and a final bite) ~ but it was an incredible and worthwhile experience.

I will say that I loved the autumn spaetzel and New York Game Hen (the fourth course), the ridic Fois Gras Tart and Cranberry Compote (first full course) and the Sweet Pignoli Cookies with lemon curd perhaps a little more than the rest.  But what an experience.  Our server was equal parts friendly conversationalist and informed foodie (side note: I actually hate that word but use it here with much respect for her knowledge and enthusiasm).  We received a complimentary glass of bubbles for our Tasting Menu order as well as granola to bring home and had an incredible dinner.  I could wax poetic about it for paragraphs but I feel as though that would be extremely excessive.

Something else that was impressive to me ~ the cheese course, which consisted of three Pennsylvania cheeses, one New York and one Virginia.  Pretty locally awesome.  Loved it.

A detail that also made my heart swell?  The quote at the bottom of the menu ~ by George Eliot (considered one of the most prominent writers of the Victorian Era).

weekend bonfire

Okay, so I’m still working on getting good shots with the panorama feature on my phone, but this is a (bad) picture of our kitchen mantle, after I got a little enthusiastic at Michael’s (fall leaf garlands?!? = must.have!).

And here is our living room mantle (pop quiz: name a benefit of living in an apartment that was originally an antique store?  yup, that’s right folks ~ two ornamental mantlepieces!).

Last weekend, a few of my girl friends from highschool and their guys journeyed from Philadelphia (I realize that makes it sound epic ~ we’re only 12 miles from Center City so it can be done in 35 -45 minutes if the traffic isn’t bad) to our little country house for dinner and a bonfire.

It was one of the best evenings I’ve had in a long time.

First, it was awesome to have our friends over (the man and I love to entertain) but also, isn’t it so great to spend time with people who have known you since pretty much the beginning of you?  I moved to Wyomissing between my sophomore and junior year in highschool, and I feel blessed that these two ladies are still/again in my life.  It’s comforting (I know, I use that a lot but I love feeling comfy!) to be with people who know your family, who understand where you came from.  And, both their guys are fantastic too, so all around, it was so much fun!  (I’m gushing.  I know.  But seriously.  I -and the man- had such a good time!).

Second, the man and I love doing stuff like this.  Prior to their arrival Saturday evening, we did some decoration shopping (I had this idea of how I wanted everything to feel so we went on a mission and I felt supremely satisfied after our sojourn) and meal prepping.  We were presented with a few meal-planning challenges (which is too strong a word, but my brain seems to be short-circuiting in the synonym department) because one of my friends is a pescatarian and the other doesn’t eat gluten (better women than me for staying disciplined!).  Some of our tried and true dinner menu items were out (sadly, no hickory smoked cheese bread … ah well!).  We ended up making Smitten Kitchen’s Buttermilk Chicken and cooking it on the grill, vegetarian stuffed peppers and potobello mushrooms, and oven-roasted potatoes.  For dessert, I whipped out a favorite from IGE ~ crispy homemade peanut butter cups.  We also enjoyed some amazing cookies and delicious Pumpkin Beer (I am now a huge fan!), as well as a few nice reds, a tasty white & a bottle of bubbles to celebrate bar passages and game releases, and upcoming tests, and just getting together!

After dinner we all ‘retired’ to the firepit with hot mugs of cider (some spiked, others -like mine- as is -because that’s how I like it!).  Before we knew it, it was past midnight and everyone headed home.  But what a great evening! I like remembering really fun times, and I especially like reminiscing during a particularly stressful time at work.  It cheers me up to no end.

Happy Fall!  Next up … our first major PSU tailgate for OSU next weekend.  It’s a white out ~ we have a spreadsheet for who is bringing what ~ it’s going to be epic.  (And hopefully, very organized!)

stopping in

I realize that I have become woefully negligent about this blog.

I still love it ~ don’t get me wrong.  But since my life got busy (what feels like) eons ago (but in reality was late July of last year when the ownership of the company I work for changed and my job got … well, a lot bigger) it’s been very hard to find time to try new recipes regularly, and sit down to blog about life.  In addition, I had that moment a few weeks ago when I stopped to take stock of why I do this.

This is going to sound cheesy ~ but there is something really interesting in going back and rediscovering yourself a year earlier ~ reading my thoughts, and how I phrased things ~ figuring out what has changed in me.  It’s at once grounding, as well as refreshing ~ sometimes this blog reminds me of who I am, when I am feeling a little lost, and a little far away from things.  Sometimes it sparks a curiosity I forgot I had … other times it makes me smile to have a documentation of the last year & a bit of my life.  A way to remember small things that would otherwise be forgotten.

Also, even though I am pretty sure I will never have a little person of my own, I do think about what a gift something like this would be to a daughter (or a son).  My mother writes ~ I’ve read multiple pieces of her fiction, as well as articles she’s written for magazines.  It amazes me how reading someone’s words give you a new perspective as to who that person is ~ my mother became more than my mother to me.  She became a person, full of imagination and life and thoughts and dreams and passions and intellect that had absolutely nothing to do with her being a parent.  Very powerful ~ a precious gift I would like to give any daughter of mine (real, or in my case, imaginary!).

I’ve been so tired lately ~ so many things going on and never enough time in the day.  It’s definitely true that the older you get, the faster time slips by.  Today, while waiting for my daily Soy Chai (I have tried, in vain, to give these up ~ I swear, they are more addictive than nicotine), the lovely barista asked if I’d finished school yet.  When I said yes, he said, “No, I don’t mean high school.  I mean college.”  Ha!  What a sweetie!  When I told him that it had been nearly 10 years since I’d received my degree, he actually looked shocked.  It definitely made my day.  Anyone would love to be mistaken for being over ten years younger than they actually are ~ when a person is tired and feeling as bleh as I was feeling this morning ~ it was one of the best compliments in the world.

To add to my very sweet Wednesday, I made myself Trader Joe’s Butternut Squash Triangolini for lunch and am very excited to dive in.  I have to say, it’s pretty amazing stuff.  Last year I mixed it with chunks of roasted squash but this year, I’m going to just enjoy it solo.  It’s pretty sweet, so it almost feels like dessert.  I knew I had to make it soon, before it reached it’s expiration date ~ and I am going to take the plunge and try to give up gluten for real, so I knew it had to be eaten up, or forfeited completely!

Wishing you a happy Wednesday with lovely surprises and yummy treats, as well!