I am a total dork when it comes to celebrities. I know they put on their pants one leg at a time like I do but still. I get star struck. There are 2 sets of celebrity I am enamored with, musicians and food bloggers. I have a list way too long of musicians that I love. I've mentioned a few here - Taylor, Tobymac, Sam Hunt, Lady Antebellum, Rascal Flatts. Ok, I'll stop now. Food bloggers is the other one. I pride myself in the fact that I was a follower of The Pioneer Woman long before she was famous. We will be fast friends if we ever have the chance to meet. Her cookbooks and dishware are staples in my kitchen. And the other one of my food blogger crushes is Mix and Match Mama aka Shay Shull. Her brother was "The Bachelor" once, which makes her even cooler. She lives in the same town as my brother and his family. I keep my eyes out for her anytime we are visiting. She just came out with a cookbook that my sister-in-law was kind enough to surprise gift me in the mail. I'll be carrying that in my purse my next visit and be annoying fan asking her to sign it when I see her, because I plan on introducing myself to her as well. So I'm trying it out this week!
So what's for dinner tonight? Mexican Minestrone. Page 97. A bonus of many of her recipes is they are crockpot recipes.
E to the Z my friends. And delicious. You need this book and you need to try this recipe.
She didn't pay me or give me anything free to write this blog. I'm just sharing the dinnertime love.
You can check out her blog at http://mixandmatchmama.blogspot.com
Did you think I had quit? It's been a few weeks since I've had a marathon training update. It's be a tumultuous few weeks when it comes to training. It started with a bout of planters fasciitis. (I never thought I'd be blogging about my running injuries. My apologies) For those who don't know what it is, it's searing pain in your feet when you walk. I seriously thought my marathon dreams were over. And I'd be lying if I didn't think to myself "an injury is a valid reason for quitting". But the good news is they make these shoe inserts that have made it bearable. So after a full week break for rest, I trudged on.
Then there was the week when we were supposed to run 14 miles. Our plan was to loop past our vehicle at mile 10, have some Gatorade and then put in the last 4. After our Gatorade and at miles 10.5 I announced I was mentally done. To which Andy replied "Starbucks sounds so good". And it was. That was a long training run fail.
But we've gotten our bearings back and are on track with only 5 weeks to go. After 13 weeks it sounds like nothing. But with the training intensifying in these next 2 weeks, it sounds like an eternity. I'm in too deep now to quit. It would just be ludicrous. So with my just under control planters fasciitis and a blister the size of my entire pinkie toe, on the bottom of my pinkie toe, I lace up.
I long for Saturdays that include sleeping in past 6am. I long to walk without something in this body of mine screaming at me. But more than anything I long to cross that finish line and say I did it.
It all started with an insane Thursday schedule. The morning started with Karly waking up on the wrong side of the bed. And BONUS! It included an epic tantrum only 20 minutes after waking. The evening would entail an appointment and shuttling Carson to two practices. And we had to eat dinner in there somewhere and driving through somewhere wasn't an option. When Neely jumped in the van after school and told me her history project was due tomorrow...that she had conveniently forgotten, and required creative thinking and glue and craft supplies, and I only had Andy to help for the first half, I knew I was in for a bumpy afternoon/evening.
So the stage was set. I was irritable. As we were in line at Hobby Lobby, purchasing our craft supplies, the line was extra long with only one checker. So we had time to stare at the candy. We joked as we looked at the Snickers bars. They have new labels now, you know. I picked up the one that said "irritable" and said "oh look they made one for me today". Karly picked up the one that said "complainer" and Neely picked up the one that said "forgetful." Nice job Snickers. You nailed us. We didn't buy them but we did get s good laugh In.
The laughs faded quickly as my daughter who is a perfectionist began her project that was not meant to accomplish in one evening. There were lectures, tears, and door slams. And I may have said out loud "God please let this day be over" more than once.
And it did finally end. With a few scars I'm afraid. I decided to open the devotional I was very behind in to somehow reach a zen state before bed. The title of the chapter I was on? Love is Not Irritable. I laughed out loud. The first paragraph said this "Love is a calming Breeze, not a storm waiting to happen". A calming breeze.....I am not. The storm thing....I have that down, in every category. The next 3 pages were painful to read. And I tried to not make excuses for myself as I read them. I was irritable. Love is not. I doubt it was coincidence that I was 3 days behind in that book. God doesn't do coincidence.
So the good news is my family can hopefully hang their rain coats in the closet. With a whole lot of Holy Sprit, I'm ending storm season.