On Thursday I carved a pumpkin.
On Friday I went to a party. I'm a valley girl, MiMi is a gladiator and Willa was Pinky, from Pinky and the brain. We look pretty awesome if you ask me.
Saturday Josh moved in...AND IT SNOWED! Like really REALLY snowed. I hid inside all day.
On Sunday, kids in Halloween costumes were throwing snowballs at each other. It would have been adorable if it wasn't so bizarre.
CORRECTION: Willa is The Brain, because the woman is always the brain :)
Tonight is my last night of freedom. My roommate moved out two weeks ago and I've been enjoying having the place all to myself. I've done exciting things like cook in my underpants and carving pumpkins in the living room. Yea, I'm pretty wild.
But tomorrow, bright and early, Josh is moving in. Yikes! Wish me luck!
It's 3pm and I'm lacking any motivation to do anything. I just want to take a nap. So in order to divert myself for a few minutes I scanned some of the pictures I got from my visit home. These are my favorite.
My grandma looks sassy in this one. She said she was wearing a red dress.
This is my grandpa, all the way to the left. I don't really know what this picture is of, so I'm going to make up a story. I think this story will involve lots of martinis, or something classy like that. It's fun to think of your grandparents being young, going out and getting drunk.
This has been my diversion for the day. Now, back to work.
Something amazing happened on Saturday. I went to not just any restaurant, but my favorite restaurant, and was literally unable to finish half the food on my plate. This has never ever ever happened as long as I can remember. Josh was pretty happy. He got to eat lots of my fish without hearing my complain about leaving enough for me.
Oh and Amy and Chung had a baby. I guess that's pretty amazing too :)
Saturday was so exciting I had to follow it up with an equally exciting Sunday. On Sunday, I cleaned my whole apartment, hung new curtains, went to yoga, sewed up the holes in my sweater and did lots of cooking! I'm actually having fun cooking without meat, so I made a vegetable pot pie, a carrot curry soup (courtesy of Andrea) and some whole wheat pumpkin walnut bread. I get lots of leftovers this week!
Whoah. The farmers' market just totally blew my mind.
I was enjoying walking around, sniffing all the flowers and looking at the pretty vegetables. The air smelled like hot apple cider. Then I see something that looks like this:
I ran to it. What the heck is that? This my friends, is a brussel sprout stalk. It looked kind of like a tree trunk with bulbs on it. I asked the farmer, "Is this how Brussel sprouts grow?" He looked at me like I was the craziest person ever. But yes. This is how they grow.
Totally blew my mind.
Going to Grandma's house is great, but going to Grandma's house usually means FOOD. Lots of lots of food. And lots of foods I normally wouldn't eat, like cookies, candies and danishes. I was literally eating to the point of nausea. I know it's not good for me, but Grandma can't eat all the food by herself! She filled that candy jar for us! Now that I'm back at home and trying to get my eating back to normal, I'm going through some serious cookie withdrawals. I just want cookies, lots of lots of cookies. All I can think about are cookies. I'm trying to let the craving pass, but I know if I say, "I'll have cookies just this once" then tomorrow will roll around and I'll end up getting cookies again. Why are cookies so darn addictive? (Seriously, if anyone knows, I'd love to hear it.) Argh. Does anyone have any ideas on how to quell the cookie monster?
I’m finally back from the weekend with my family. I don’t think I ever realized how beautiful the ranch is. I got there late on Thursday and woke up early on Friday (this wasn’t my choice). The morning was so cool and beautiful and fresh so I went for a walk. I didn’t bring my tennis shoes, so I just went out in my PJs and my crappy shoes, and went for a walk. It felt so good, that I wanted to run. So in my crappy Payless shoes and my PJs, I started running. This was the first time I’ve run in weeks if not months. It felt so good. It was so beautiful. Then I started feeling bad. I started crying. I didn’t want to be home for a funeral. I didn’t want everyone to be sad. I shouldn’t be out enjoying myself when everyone was sad. It’s funny how running makes all these things come up. Just moving one foot in front of the other over and over brings out so much emotion.
The rest of the weekend involved a lot of food, some crying, and lots of family. We all ate a lot of food, drank a lot of wine (the house is in a vineyard after all) and looked at some really old pictures of my family. My grandma looks like an actress from Madmen in some of them, and my Pop Pop looks so different, but always with a big smile. I loved looking at all the old pictures and I could have seriously sat there for hours. Some of them were pictures of my great grandparents as children. There was even one where everyone was wearing pioneer type garb. I took some of these pictures, and I’m going to try to scan them and maybe post a few on here. I don’t think I ever realized how much I like my family. Each and every one of them are really cool people. Even though Pop Pop isn’t here any more and that makes everyone sad, he left behind a really awesome family. I think that’s something to be happy about.
That and all the wine ☺
