cheers to friday…




remember the days of going out to the clubs?

not leaving your house until 10:00pm?

wearing heels, sparkles and lots of hair spray?

getting that pay check and cashing it into small change so it looks like you have more?

playing really loud music?

talking to your friends on the phone to make sure you aren’t wearing the same thing?


those days have passed.

ok, once in awhile i can get my party on.  yes, I can.

but tonight.

it’s me and the bubbly… aka bubble bath!

and quite possibly a hot cider with a shot of rum.  just what the doctor would order, i’m sure.

i can’t wait for this nasty cold to be over.

happy friday.








wine helps make moving easier… or so that’s what i’m hoping for…


packing boxes.

not even sure what we are doing.

except sweating and laughing.

just want to scale down.

and travel more.

and not have a big huge yard to mow.

or thousands of weeds to pull.

even though it scares me (because this is what we’ve known for over 10 years), it’s time to have some fun.

and get our first kid through college.

and visit her more often.

and to spend evenings and weekends with our second kid at his sporting events and activities and watching him grow up.

it’s just time.

we are just going to go for it!

so, please excuse the mess.

i have wine in the fridge chilling (white) and in the pantry (red) in case you stop by.

happy tuesday.



sick. day 5. help…


day 5.

antibiotics. ear drop. pain killers.

and i’m still “mom of the year”.

who would have thought.

you need a ride home from the game (of the team you aren’t even going to their school)?

you need a bow tie instead of a tie for tomorrow nights homecoming?

you need me to ship you some tampons and snacks in a care package?  don’t they have a drug store some where in los angeles?

you need me to check the mail for something that is coming to you from a company i never worked for?

“i will be home 5 minutes before we take him to his party tomorrow night for the dance!!”  um, so i need to get him ready, fill the car with gas and make sure i have directions to someones house i’ve never been to before?

you need that same tennis tshirt washed every day this week?  i smelled the arm pits last night and decided it was ok.

the cat pooped.  again?  and i should take it out every time?  i didn’t even vote to get a cat.  funny how the cat poops 10 minutes after he leaves for school.

homemade cookies?  i know they taste better.  but we have store bought in the pantry.  oh, you need them by tomorrow and i will be judges as a mom.  by other perfect moms?

we are out of tp?  does anyone realize there is a store just a few short blocks away?

manicure?  i’d love one.  oh, no time?  that figures.


only 5 more days of antibiotics.  and hopefully i will be able to hear and sleep again.  prayers please.

happy friday.


ps… mom, thanks for stopping by today with the thermometer (because i know we have one and do not know where it could possibly be, and the soup…. yes…. soup!).  i always need my mom.  i love my mom.

if you work out AND eat your salad, you can have a cookie…



tennis match.

nike headband on point.


earned him a dinner at the purdy, washington taco truck.

neither of us had eaten there.

it says “authentic” on the sign.

and it’s always packed.

so, we pulled over and ordered.  two items we remembered from our mission trip in mexico years ago.

it was sooooo yummy.  and cheap.  and brought back the best memories.

and i count the tostada as a salad.  hey, it looks like a salad.



which then earned him (us) a cookie from my favorite fancy store in tacoma, wa.

the metropolitan market.

oh, that cookie.

that cookie!

happy thursday.


pumpkin muffins. with cinnamon sugar on top, please…

sept22four muffins

so, i have this thing with brookie.

we send each other a “photo of the day”.

she told me she missed my cooking.

funny because i haven’t cooked much since she’s moved to CA.  shhh… don’t tell her.  i like being known as a good cook.

between tennis and baseball and youth group and dances and friends… oh and I’ve started painting again after taking the summer off… i don’t feel like cooking because there isn’t anyone here to appreciate it.

i cook twice a week now.  a good meal.  a great meal, greg and mason tell me.  i cook enough for left overs; so technically they get 4 decent meals a week.

since we love having “breakfast for dinner”, i thought i’d try a new recipe.

in honor of my halloween baby (mason); who loves loves loves anything pumpkin.

and brooke, i promise to make you some of these when you come home this december.

they are sooooooo yummy!



1 1/2 cubes butter (3/4 c.)

3/4 c. brown sugar

1 tsp. vanilla

2 large eggs

1 1/4 c. pumpkin puree (from a can… i do not like the organic one… use the regular good ol libbys)

3 c. flour

2 1/2 tsp. baking powder

1/4 tsp. baking soda

1 tsp. salt

1/2 tsp. cinnamon

1/2 tsp. pumpkin pie spice

preheat oven to 350.  in large bowl, mix butter and sugar.  add vanilla and eggs.  mix.  add pumpkin puree.  mix until smooth.  add flour, baking powder, soda, salt, cinnamon and pumpkin pie spice.  pour into simply baked muffin cups.  these muffin cups will rock your world.  trust me.  bake for 22 minutes (25 min if using larger muffin cups).

sept22simply…. order these today!!!

remove from oven and do the following…


now… EAT!

this recipe will go in my file as a favorite.  that’s for sure.

happy wednesday.


we stole her car…


yesterday was warm and sunny.

greg had the day off.

we looked at each other.

and laughed.

“let’s do it!”

we stole her car.

technically we borrowed it.  needed to make sure it was running ok while she is off to college.  haha.

put the top down.

and cruised over the bridge.


for hot dogs at RED HOT in tacoma.

mine was cream cheese, onions, mustard, pickle, sweet hot peppers and tomato.

greg’s was peanut butter and bacon.


then we went to the mall and bought her two pair of running shorts and some care package stuff.

after all, we were borrowing her car.

happy tuesday.


would you go to homecoming with me?

mason homecoming

he asked.

she said yes.

omg…. so cute!

I can’t wait to help dress him, take photos, go to the party he was invited to…

oh wait, he’s a boy.

brooke let me do all of that stuff.

mason just says, “mom!” and I know to silently take a step back and just enjoy watching the show from afar.

i’ll try though.

trust me.

i’m a mom.

we do that, you know (message to kids).

happy monday!


dinner with my bestie…

sept17julie barber

our husbands out of town.

our first two kids off to college in southern california.

our second two kids got homecoming dates to their first high school dances.

time to celebrate us.

the best burgers ever are at DUKES (

it’s our place.

to be honest with you, I’ve been going there with greg since we started dating and lived in seattle.  and her husband loves it too.  it’s OUR place.  all 4 of us now.

but the other night it was just us two…

us girls.

we get the mini burgers.  and look how mini they are!

with fries too, of course.

lots of conversation.

many giggles.

one big hug goodbye.

love my time with seahawks Julie.

can’t wait to see you next month, girl.


happy sunday.