A big thanks to queen bee Laurel for asking me to contribute. If any of you are in the market for gorgeous, hand made stationary, check out her line here or at Arco Avenue. (I especially love the Mississippi note cards.) And speaking of Arco Avenue, have you seen these shoes?
Oh. My. Glitter.
Happy Thursday my friends. If all the stars align, I will be back tomorrow with an overdue Friday Four.
SK had a birthday in September. Despite the fact that he doesn’t age, we make him go along with the charade. If he doesn’t hurry up and turn me into a vampire, I’m screwed.
See… He is 39. I have the candles to prove it.
For the past few years we have gone on a fall beach trip to celebrate. This year, we spent a long weekend in Seaside. On the way, we stopped at Felix’s in Mobile. If nothing else, we are consistent. As I was helping Graham out of the truck, SK’s iPad did a nosedive on the pavement. G tried to pin it on me and vice versa. Either way, the pad was in pieces. Happy birthday, SK!
When we got to Seaside we went straight to Publix because that is what we do. Consistent. We asked Wells and G to pick out some chips, but when we rounded the corner we found this:
Boxing with huggies in the beer aisle. Y’all. I don’t know why we attempt to take them anywhere.
The weather was great. The water was great. There were a few of those stinging flies, but that kept us from feeling too guilty about getting to hang out in paradise for a weekend.
In case you didn’t know, G gets up with the chickens. As much as we tried to convince him to sleep in, he was up by 6:30 every morning. We would sneak out so the other boys didn’t wake up. I don’t mind getting up early if there is a beach within walking distance.
Graham would do his good morning sunshine routine…
and then we would just sit back and take it in.
then do it again the next day…
One morning, Wells went with us on our early morning walk. We met a little fella named George and his uncle, and they let us crash their fishing party.
While we were standing around, Graham was having a hard time coming up with something to say to George. Finally, he blurted out that he voted for Obama.
George was not impressed.
Here are (more than) a few pics from the trip…
Happy birthday, SK. I am so thankful that you are my fish in the sea.
It is that time of year. Yep. It dropped below 90, and I want to eat soup everyday. I made tortellini soup on Monday, and it was delish. Of course, as soon as my children heard what was for dinner, they renamed it turtle-weenie soup.
Boys…
Pray for us.
You will need:
olive oil
1 medium yellow onion diced
1 tablespoon of minced garlic
1 lb of ground turkey (browned)
1 can of petite diced tomatoes (do not drain)
1 can of cannellini beans (drained and rinsed)
1 container low sodium chicken broth
salt
pepper
1/2 tsp. dried basil
red pepper flakes
1 package of refrigerated cheese tortellini
fresh basil
parmesan cheese
Saute the onion in some olive oil. When the onion is translucent, add the garlic. Do not burn the garlic. It will taste like turtle weenies if you do. Add the tomatoes, broth, browned turkey, beans, salt, pepper and a pinch of red pepper flakes. Bring it to a boil, and then let it simmer for as long as you’d like, just stir it occasionally. Before you are ready to serve the soup, bring it back to a boil, and stir in the tortellini. Cook according to package directions (seven or so minutes). Remove from heat and add some chopped basil and grated parmesan.
It is so good. But, don’t take my word for it. A picture is worth 1000…
