With my first year of working as a school system employee coming to a close (slowly and quickly at the same time) I am catching what many other teachers and students have. The summer fever.
Here are some of the thoughts/things to do on my mind:
I am making so many travel plans it's insane. I can not WAIT to visit: The Florida Keys with the Mr., Vegas with my ladies, Chicago to visit friends and family and I'm contemplating Canada. This of course does not include the MANY trips to the beach or mountains I anticipate, because when you live in NC and the beach is 3.5 hours away and 1.5 hours from the mountains, day/weekend trips are endless.
I.can.not.wait.
The traveling does not of course take me away from my big plans for the summer: get on those DIY projects and get this house organized.
As the mister and I are beginning to get ready to make it the THREE of us rather than two (not yet, planning stages only) there are so many things that I need to get ready. Pinterest isn't helping. I'm only finding more things that are you know, a necessity.
I think that I need to start posting on here more often because as my Kindle and I lay in bed, catching up with all the blogs I follow on Google Reader, I realize that my experiences in life might not be just like my friends around me, but that other people have similar tastes, preferences and experiences that I could relate to and find comfort in. I read a blog last night about a woman going through PPD. As a person who has struggled with seasonal affective disorder and occasional depression, this TERRIFIES me. I feel like there is a huge chance given my history that I will end up with this. Reading other people's experiences of going through things that I am afraid of makes me feel bonded to other women and stronger, even if I don't know them outside of the blogosphere.
That's mostly my thoughts for now. These are my random musings. I will challenge myself to blog at least once a week. Next time I think I will put in some pictures of my DIY projects/before after.
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Sunday, March 18, 2012
On the yum front
Last night I went on a 'lady date' with my good buddy, KC. Yes, I am still married, and I still love men. This was just a fun girl date for St. Patty's day. Neither of us wanted to bar crawl cause, um, we aren't 21 and don't enjoy that closeness with strangers. We traveled to Ireland together with my family two years ago (she's a brave soul) so it's a fun time to reminisce.
We checked out a place that I had heard a lot about, but had not been to. The place is called the Crepe Cellar. It's in the NoDa (North Davison) arts district here in Charlotte.
Why not eat French food on an Irish holiday? After all, Irish food is well, embarrassingly bad.
What an AMAZING meal. Great service (and I'm choosy after waitressing for all those years), fabulous ambiance (which so many American restaurants lack) and above all superb food.
KC got herself a Guinness, so she did celebrate our Irish roots a bit while I as usual had wine.
We shared Pesto Brie French Fries as an appetizer (a HUGE plate) and were in heaven. Never again will cheese fries look even mildly appetizing. These fries were crisp and tasted light even though they were clearly fried and had just enough pesto to make them taste fresh and just enough brie to make them feel decadent.
After that carb fest, we decided that since we wanted the same crepe anyway, (the Buckwheat turkey, apple and brie with a honey mustard dijion spread) we decided to split.
Turkey is not usually exciting. It's usually safe like chicken. This turkey wanted you to know it was there. It was smoked and had deep flavor. It felt hearty, despite being in a crepe. With the apple and brie against the buckwheat it was perfect. I really had to remind myself I was in Charlotte, which is much more of a bbq, buffalo chicken wings kind of town.
Splitting the crepe was a good call because if I had gotten my own, I would have eaten it. All. While that would have made my mouth happy, it would have killed my WW points. The portion was more than generous and we left plenty full.
A place that shows class, no one yells, there is a progressive but not snotty wine list, local beers and amazing food? Yeah, I will be back. Soon.
We checked out a place that I had heard a lot about, but had not been to. The place is called the Crepe Cellar. It's in the NoDa (North Davison) arts district here in Charlotte.
Why not eat French food on an Irish holiday? After all, Irish food is well, embarrassingly bad.
What an AMAZING meal. Great service (and I'm choosy after waitressing for all those years), fabulous ambiance (which so many American restaurants lack) and above all superb food.
KC got herself a Guinness, so she did celebrate our Irish roots a bit while I as usual had wine.
We shared Pesto Brie French Fries as an appetizer (a HUGE plate) and were in heaven. Never again will cheese fries look even mildly appetizing. These fries were crisp and tasted light even though they were clearly fried and had just enough pesto to make them taste fresh and just enough brie to make them feel decadent.
After that carb fest, we decided that since we wanted the same crepe anyway, (the Buckwheat turkey, apple and brie with a honey mustard dijion spread) we decided to split.
Turkey is not usually exciting. It's usually safe like chicken. This turkey wanted you to know it was there. It was smoked and had deep flavor. It felt hearty, despite being in a crepe. With the apple and brie against the buckwheat it was perfect. I really had to remind myself I was in Charlotte, which is much more of a bbq, buffalo chicken wings kind of town.
Splitting the crepe was a good call because if I had gotten my own, I would have eaten it. All. While that would have made my mouth happy, it would have killed my WW points. The portion was more than generous and we left plenty full.
A place that shows class, no one yells, there is a progressive but not snotty wine list, local beers and amazing food? Yeah, I will be back. Soon.
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