Smoothie for Your Heart: Orange Vanilla Protein (Tastes like an Orange Julius)
It just occurred to me that in September, I wrote and cried and slobbered and prayed to you about my Poppy Pops. I cried about his heart transplant surgery and…
Coffee Protein Smoothie with a bit of banana thrown in.
Dear Self,Get some cojones. Or maybe just borrow your husbands.Throw on your tight spandex workout pants (the ones with the neon hot pink around the waist) and your body glove…
Quick and Classic Low Fat Banana Bread
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Holiday Salad: Kale with Dried Cranberries, Roasted Pumpkin Seeds, Almonds, Candied Ginger and Orange Dressing
Warwick: Nicole. I’m really sorry about last night.Me: Sorry? Why are you sorry?Warwick: Because I was snoring so much. I don’t know why I was having such a hard time…
Holiday Dessert: Quick and EASY Pumpkin Cake/Bread and Music by KEM – Why would you stay?
I miss my husband.He’s still here, and I’m still here, but I just miss him.We go to soccer together, softball together, eat dinner, and talk about bills together, but I…
Movie Review: I DON’T KNOW HOW SHE DOES IT
I don’t know how she does it.No, seriously. I really don’t know how she does it.I just spent the last 5 minutes sprinting down my street with my hair in a…
Fresh Strawberry Lemonade and Somewhere Only We Know by Keane
Summer Weekend Galveston, TXLook hard. There’s something in there. Coffee Bean Flake. Cruise Ship. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – -…
Homemade Fresh Lemonade Kool-Aid and Other Things You Should Know
1. I like to paint bathrooms.2. I like to paint bathrooms in my pajamas.3. My pajamas are old t-shirts.4. I don’t brush my hair when I paint bathrooms in my…
Creamy Dreamy Lime Ice Cream: No Ice Cream Maker Required
(Today, I’m also at Great Expectations. I’ve got a Perfect Summer Dinner Recipe calling your name!) It’s summertime. Which for all intents and purposes, is the time for laziness. If…
Green Apple Tea Slush
My brains are pushing on the edge of my skull trying to get out.I can feel the thumping. Thump. Pound. Thump. Pound.If my children ask me for something to eat…