Monday, April 29, 2013

Fresh Beets and Basketball

On Friday morning I found myself at the chiropractors office in tears, begging him to do something, anything to fix my pesky shoulder.  I'm calling it 'yoga shoulder' because somewhere between downward dog and some other funky move I hurt myself.  Badly.

Love yoga but we are breaking up for awhile.

Anyway, fix me he did.  I was pummeled and shifted and iced and massaged and finally taped (think Kerri Walsh in the Olympics) and while laying on ice at the end, I heard a girlfriends voice.  Not only that but it was her birthday and she had no lunch plans.  Yet.  And neither did I.  Soon there were three, lunching at Nordstrom Cafe where we spent a few hours doing what women have done for generations before us...lunching and laughing and drinking coffee from groovy cups with saucers.

Coffee is so much more grown-up when it involves a cup and a saucer.


And after...after I visited the lounge following two diet cokes and three cups of coffee and before returning home to work, I saw it.  This shirt.  My girlfriend talked me into trying it on and I fell in love. Seriously in love.  The price tag?  OUTRAGEOUS.  I mean, seriously outrageous.  And here's the deal...I've never shopped at Nordstrom before and now, I'm no longer a virgin.  And you know what they say...once you've gone all the way, you can't go back to holding hands.

I'm doomed.


Friday night I was in charge of feeding a bunch and so off we went to Panera to visit Alex.  His manager gave me a huge discount and Alex cooked cooked for us.  Two days later we are all still alive and kicking.


And actually, I didn't eat.  That guy that I like so much and I went on a very late night date (9:00pm...he ahd to work until then and I had a new shirt to show off!) to PF Changs where we sipped cocktails and shared some yummy eats.  Oh, and shared our faith with our server...not necessarily unusual for us but this was a pretty deep conversation and one that I pray takes hold.

Maybe you could pray for that, too?

Saturday morning, early, was basketball.  Feels good to be back in the bleachers cheering one of ours on.  He's on a new team which means we've lost our friend base yet again, too...but this too shall pass.  Or we'll just be loners until he moves up again next year.


 After the game we dropped him at home and the parental unit strolled the farmers market.  The big score?  Beets.  Big, beautiful, sweet beets.  Yummy, yummy beets.

A pain to prepare.  A bloody pain to prepare.  

Those puppies stain everything within 100 miles and had me, well...swearing like a sailor.  Yeah, I was.  What can I say except...well, it wasn't pretty.

The end result, though, was totally groovy.  Roasted at 400 degrees with lots of olive oil and kosher salt for about 20-25 minutes and they were to. die. for.


Best thing ever.  We nibbled on them all afternoon but then I tossed them into a salad with a simple vinaigrette.  And some goat cheese.  And some pine nuts.

Yum to the tenth degree.


The rest of the weekend was just the norm...laundry and a closet cleaning and dishes and hanging with my boys and playing candy crush on my phone and church and even, sigh, a bit of work on my part.  Oh, and a Hallmark movie or two.

I'm feeling rested and ready for the week.  This is a big one for's the week our pilot program at work goes live and it's all on my shoulders.  Up until now it's been a bit of a test program but tomorrow morning at 5:30am, it's up and running for reals.  Exciting and scary, all at the same time.  Big, big consequences if this puppy doesn't fly...but I'm choosing to think positively.



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