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Monkey Bread and Monkeys

What an amazing weekend we just had. I wish we could duplicate and bottle it for many weekends to come. Friday night Eric had a soccer game. With the recent crazy weather we’ve been having, of course a monsoon hit 1/2 way between the game. But it was pretty fun. The boy was running around, screaming and playing while it poured. Unfortunately Eric’s team lost but it was fun. We came home and enjoyed the new patio set a neighbor gave us. The weather was beautiful. It drizzled on and off. The boy and the dogs were content to run through the mist while we all laughed and talked.

Saturday morning is quickly becoming my new favorite ritual. A girlfriend and I grab Starbucks, catch up on the week, and then we go pick up our food co-op. It’s kind of like a local farmer’s market but you don’t pick what you get in your basket. It is always a ton of fruits and veggies so by splitting it, we aren’t overwhelmed with the quantity. It’s so nice to have scheduled girl time to look forward to as we continue on this crazy rollercoaster. After the girl time, it was family time. We had errands to run and a library to visit so we could all get new music. We had done a donation drive and collected blankets, pillows, and towels for a local animal shelter that didn’t have enough supplies. According to Eric, I am not allowed to go to the animal shelter by myself as I will adopt any/all dogs with a sob story so he insisted on going with me to drop everything off. This was probably a very smart choice on his part. Lucas and I wandered through all of the halls, oohing and aahing at the cute and heartbreaking dogs they had. I for sure would’ve adopted one. After that we were all starving so we went to Farmer Boy’s for lunch. Have you ever eaten there? All of their food has been delicious but their standout specialties are definitely zucchini sticks and their hand scooped shakes. Yum!

To continue on the path of fun, we decided to take The boy and 2 of his cousins to a local baseball game. It was a double-header and due to the storms, the weather wasn’t too bad. We purposely arrived to the game late to avoid the free item they were giving out but attendance wasn’t stellar so they still had plenty when we got there. What free stuff were we trying to avoid? Plastic baseball bats. Oh yes, please arm the 3 rambunctious kids we have with us with weapons. Genius! There was also a vendor handing out large cowbells. Now that we were properly armed, we took our seats. My dear sweet husband had gotten us great tickets so we were right up close. Which worked out since The boy turned into a heckler the moment we sat down. Not only a heckler, but a loud, obnoxious one at that. 1/2 the people around us were laughing, 1/3 I don’t think could hear, and 1/4 looked pretty darn annoyed (yes, I know that’s more than 100% but give me some slack, I’m tired). For sitting through 5 HOURS of baseball, overall the kids were pretty good. Each got a fly ball from the opposite team and we spent quite a bit of time talking with the 3 people in front of us who were amused by our hecklers. One highlight for sure was when I found a bottle of glittery nail polish in my bag and suddenly had 3 boys begging me to paint their nails. I enjoyed Tweeting my friend Will who is a bit of a baseball fanatic about the turn of events. (And for the record, I only painted 1 pinky nail for each boy). It also rained off and on. It was fun to watch people from the stands rush up to the top to get out of the rain. It’s so rare in Vegas, we try to soak it up as much as we can! We had the cousins sleep over and I promised them Monkey Bread in the morning.

YUM! Have you ever had monkey bread? It’s Amazing and oh so easy. Eric’s aunt made it one time and I’ve been hooked since. This is the first time I’ve attempted to make it and it was delicious!

Here’s the recipe how I made it:

  • 2 packages of buttermilk biscuits
  • 1 bundt pan
  • 1 cup of white sugar
  • 2 tbsp of cinnamon
  • 1/2 cup of chopped walnuts
  • 1 cup of brown sugar
  • 1/4 cup of margarine

Preheat the oven to 350 and spray your bundt pan. Mix the white sugar and cinnamon in a ziploc bag. Cut the biscuits into quarters and drop 6 into the ziploc bag. Shake to coat. Arrange biscuits throughout bundt pan, throwing in walnut pieces as you go. Heat the margarine and brown sugar on the stove and boil for 1 minute. Pour over biscuits and put pain in the oven. Cook for 20 – 25 minutes. When done, pull out and let sit for 10 minutes. Flip over onto a plate and whalah! Cheap, easy, and delicious breakfast/dessert/snack/excuse for the neighbor kids to stay over. 🙂

 

Any yummy recipes you are making right now?


Happy 5 Year Wedding Anniversary to My Love

Love,

 

I cannot believe 5 years ago today we were on the beach in Maui pledging our love to one another. You’ve brought me more joy than I thought possible and my love continues to grow every day.

 

Thank you for being my partner, my best friend, and my knight in shining whatever. You are my reason to be better and do better.

 

I love you M.M.

 


Sometimes all you need is a little push…

 

Dream Big

I think we all go through rough times in our life. Some things are harder than others. I think Eric and I are getting all of ours out of the way this year!

Which brings me to this story. There’s a Business Coach I met about 3 years ago at a work conference. I thought she was amazing and have stalked followed her on social media since. Her name is Honoree Corder. She’s a professional ass kicker (a title that is well-earned). She recently tweeted about a business conference she is putting on in Italy.

Oh my god, do I want to go. I’d kill LOVE to go. It is a trip of a lifetime. It could seriously catapult RDC into a new realm. I NEED to be there. The downside is that there is a hefty price tag (think $12,000+). At this point in our life, it feels like the price tag could be $1,000,000. Needless to say, I was heartbroken Thursday after reading about it. I’ve felt so down about outside events that feeling like there was one more thing I couldn’t do put me over the edge. I threw a big pity party for myself that night. I also happened to tweet to Honoree about my desire to go but that I didn’t think I could get there.

Well, the stars aligned and she responded. Now Honoree and I have met before and we have interacted. However in my world, I feel like Honoree is a big celebrity. She’s accomplished SO much and she is a force of nature. So when she responded I felt like Whoa, this is *BIG*. Not only did Honoree respond, she offered to talk with me on the phone. (Important to note: Honoree charges $1,000 an HOUR. She’s THAT good.) Just the fact that she was willing to talk with me, made me feel like I’d hit a home run. I had the pleasure of talking to her for an hour on Friday. We talked about life and business and my desire to go to Italy but feeling like it was impossible. Honoree listened, empathized, and then kicked my ass (in a good way). She offered me some solid suggestions. But more importantly, she offered me her time. She didn’t have to. But she took a chance. And it reminded me that MY life is in MY control. Sure, there are instances and people out of my control. But I can work hard and achieve big things. I had lost sight of that. I was feeling stuck and sorry for myself. I think it is pretty easy with all of the problems people are facing right now to feel that way. You get tired, you feel trapped in a job or relationship or insert your problem here, and you feel like this is the hand you’ve been dealt. Honoree remind me that’s not true. *I* am in  control. Sure, it can be uncomfortable to set big goals and dream big, but it’s not impossible.

I feel like my energy has quadrupled since talking with her. I have felt on top of the world and I’ve gotten more done in the last 24 hours to reach these goals then I’ve done in the past 3 months. I have some big goals but none of them are out of reach. I can work hard and hit them. One of my top 3 is getting to Italy in 2012. Not impossible, but not easy. I look forward to the challenge.

If you want to learn more about Honoree visit her at http://www.coachhonoree.com or follow her on twitter.com/honoree

If you want to watch me hit these goals, stay tuned!

 


Even on a cloudy day…

I love the Cage the Elephant song, ‘Shake me down’. Life has been tumultuous here with no end in sight (if anything, the ante continues to be upped every day). So my apologies on the  hit or miss blog posting. I have certain blogs that I love and check daily for updates. So I’m committed to getting better about posting. Anyways, back to this song. I *love* it. It will get stuck in my head and stay there Alllllll day. And I don’t even get that annoyed. If you hadn’t heard it, you should check it out. (Lyrics at the bottom). It’s a good way to remember perspective. Everything can be turned around, inside out, upside down.

 

This month my goal has been to reframe situations. No matter what’s thrown at me. Don’t show up when you’re supposed to? Unexpected free time with my husband, I had to work until 7, meaning it was a 13 hour day? How fortunate that I could drive home when the sun was setting. There are more specific examples but due to the publicness of this blog, those are the only I can share right now. Yesterday was a very trying day. But instead of flipping out, this song popped in my head. I was able to let the situation go and laugh at the ridiculousness of it. At some point, that’s all you can do. You can’t change or control other people. The only thing you’re in control of is yourself. So you might as well laugh. Even on a cloudy day, I’ll keep my eyes fixed on the sun.

“Shake Me Down”

Shake me down,
Not a lot of people left around,
Who knows now,
Softly laying on the ground, ooooh
Not a lot people left around, ooooh. ooooh

In my life, I have seen,
People walk into the sea,
Just to find memories,
Plagued by constant misery,
Their eyes cast down,
Fixed upon the ground,
Their eyes cast down

I’ll keep my eyes fixed on the sun

Shake me down,
Cut my hair on a silver cloud,
Broken sound,
Softly laying on the ground, ooooh
Not a lot people left around, ooooh, ooooh

In my past, bittersweet,
There’s no love between the sheets,
Taste the blood, broken dreams,
Lonely times indeed,
With eyes cast down,
Fixed upon the ground,
Eyes cast down

I’ll keep my eyes fixed on the sun

Turn back now its time for me to let go,
Way down had to find a place to lay low,
Lampshade turned around into a light post

Walk around the corner,
Never saw it coming still,
I try to make a move,
It almost stopped me from belief,
I don’t wanna know the future,
But I’m like rolling thunder,

Even on a cloudy day,
Even on a cloudy day,
Even on a cloudy day,
Even on a cloudy day,
Even on a cloudy day,
Even on a cloudy day,
Even on a cloudy day,

I’ll keep my eyes fixed on the-
I’ll keep my eyes fixed on the-
I’ll keep my eyes fixed on the sun

Shake me down,
Not a lot of people left around, ooooh, ooooh


I think I’ve Lost My Mind…

Sorry it’s been awhile since posting. I’ve been working frantically on creating crafts for a big show I did last weekend (which went wonderfully thank you for asking) and then I knew it had been awhile since I posted so I’d built it up in my head as this need to do a great, funny and insightful post. I was choking on the pressure! Finally I just decided heck to it and I’d post something, even if it was horribly boring (my apologies).

Since I’ve recovered from breaking my foot I’ve been itching to be more active. Nothing like taking away a girl’s mobility for a few months to make her appreciate it! I’ve done some small stuff, like kicked a ball with the kids, and ran in the backyard but nothing extreme. A couple of months ago Eric mentioned to me that he thought we should sign up for a 5k. Having just recovered from breaking my foot, my ambitious, spontaneous, not good at thinking things through self, said Sure babe! That sounds great. The race is tomorrow and I’m thinking to myself, “What the hell have I signed up for? I have no business running a 1k, let alone a 5k.” So needless to say I am freaking out a little. Real athletes (or people that are less procrastinators than I) would’ve been training for the time leading up to the marathon. Oh, but not me. Yes, I’ve done some random exercising on the elliptical but my plan had been to run/jog/walk around the block for the last 2 weeks. I just got my running shoes last night so you can tell how well that plans gone. So let’s see what happens tomorrow!

I have had a little bit of training for this though by subbing on Eric’s soccer team. That actually deserves a post in itself so I will save that for next time 🙂


Remembering Grandpa…

Today is a bittersweet day, mostly tainted by sadness but trying to find the good. 3 years ago today my Grandpa passed. It was unexpected and heartbreaking.

So instead of going into all the things are sad and all the life reflections (maybe later this week?) I’d rather just post some special things about him. I’ve agonized about writing this post – I want it to be special, funny, and touching. But since my writing is still developing and I don’t think I will ever think the post is perfect, I’m just going with it.

Donald C. Moyer

Grandpa was known to the world as Donald C. Moyer. He was a pioneer and a trailblazer who wasn’t afraid to take risks. He was also the 1st President at UNLV.

He was a gentle soul, always loving and kind. He drove sportscars – and when I was little he’d let me stand in the seat through the sun roof as he would zoom down hills. He taught classes and was a counselor at Central Christian Church. I remember going to one of his classes and he started it off with a marshmallow fight so everyone would relax.

He’d wake up at 4 am and read his books, making notes for his therapy sessions later. He was a master wood craftsman and made beautiful, amazing cutouts to decorate the yard. He also made beautiful clocks out of wood. He was an inventor and one-of a kind. Not a single day goes by that I don’t think of him.

He always had a hammock and would take a nap in it. He loved being outdoors and we would often go play in the park with badmitton or a ball. He liked junk food and loved buffets. Snoballs were a preferred favorite.

I try to strive to be like him. He was an amazing human being and we were all so lucky to have him in our lives.

To remember him today, I’m going to pull out one of his therapist’s books that are outlined with his notes in it and climb into his hammock. Then when I get up I’m eating a great big Snoball. Remember to hug your loved ones and enjoy your days.


Solar Powered…

I’m slightly convinced that I am really solar powered. I used to be a complete night owl but business and kids and life have tried to cure me of this. I find myself waking up early and (trying) to go to bed early. I didn’t realize how draining winter is. However, I find that since daylight savings, I am getting so much more done. Getting out of the office and having the sun still be up is a HUGE mood changer. I don’t feel like my night is gone and I need to go home and get ready for bed. Instead I have time to write slightly boring blog posts!!

Right now I am laying out in the backyard, laughing at the dogs who are using me as their playground. The sky looks like it’s on fire as the sun sets and 10 minutes later, it’s gone for another day. But I so enjoy getting to see it! And I feel happy. There is so much going on in my life right now – a lot of it is out of my control but it is still upsetting nonetheless. But being able to be outside and write this blog post without it being pitch dark feels amazing. I am trying to embrace the good and leave out the bad (aren’t we all). So before I ramble off into a pity party or an existential rant –

My questions to you – what are you doing with these extra sunlight hours? What are your thoughts on the solar powered theory? Do you think it is energizing? And what are you looking forward to?