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Weekly Winners {For the Love of Food Edition}

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Veggie Delights

Lobster Roll Burger

Steak Tartare Burger

Nutella and Toasted Marshmallow Milkshake

I went to Flip Burger Boutique with my friend Renee and some of her friends. We made a story on Whrrl. Check it out!

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To Have a Friend, Be a Friend

Today was Orthodox Christmas and we got together for a nice lunch with friends that we have not seen in a while.  It was so good to be able to see my friend and her children, and I really hope that we can get in sync with get-togethers.  Our kids are relatively close-in-age and hers are home schooled, as well.   We fit together nicely;  our kids listen to The Charlie Daniels Band and Guns and Roses and she lets her girls wear make-up.   It’s perfect, really!    What’s even better is that in 2004, when we first moved to GA, she was the first person I had met.  She led a mom’s group and I’ll never forget the first time we met at the park.  It makes me happy that we’ve been able to continue a friendship despite not seeing each other all that much.

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Early this evening the kids and I went to the grocery store to get some milk, eggs, and cereal.  As I turned out of the neighborhood I thought to myself how I really have held myself back from making friends in this town.  I had mentioned it, at lunch, and it really started to nag on me.  What am I so afraid of?  Why am I not taking the initiatives that I know I should and CAN take?  What’s the deal, yo?

With one left turn it dawned on me.  I am afraid of something.  I am protecting myself from losing.   I am afraid of loving and losing.  We’ve moved, friends have moved and I’ve ultimately lost friends.  That’s what’s keeping me sedated.   I’m just not allowing myself to make friends for this fear of making them and then losing them.  It’s easier to be friends with Shannon in Vancouver or Lotus in Tennessee or Angie in Florida or Holly in Texas or Victoria in California or Jeanette in South Africa or you, or her, or him, or them.    I know that I won’t ever miss them as I “see” them daily.     I am safe and I won’t lose them.  We all drink coffee, cry over spilled milk, dream dreams about dreams, eat lunch, commiserate, and so much more at their blog homes or places like Twitter and Facebook.

So– in honor of getting out with my friend Shelly today I am going to try a lot harder to meet new people as well as cultivate the friendships I already have here.  I’m going to make the call for a play-date with a buddy of Mikey’s (whose mom I saw at the Post Office before Christmas and told I would be in touch anyway.)  I’m going to ask my other friend and her five adorable girls to come over for lunch.  I’m going to go out on a limb, even if it means I might get hurt.    Because chances are that I will fall, but I’ll also have some people that I trust who will catch me.

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Day 7:

Friends at Lunch (Strangers)

Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.
—Anais Nin

love thursday

I love:

  • Not having to cook for consecutive days in a row,
  • How fast my 50mm f/1.4 lens came back to me,
  • Getting our cards to family and friends early, even though I did cut my list down this year,
  • Eating a grown up lunch at one of Michael’s favorite Chinese restaurants, without kids,
  • Having Romeo and Juliet on my laptop to watch whenever the hell I feel like it,
  • Filling up my gas tank for $1.30 a gallon; $1.40 is nice, too,
  • New clothes for the kids,
  • Home made chicken noodle soup,
  • Michael’s salsa, my mom’s guacamole, and my chicken enchiladas,
  • Christmas shopping for the kids with Michael,
  • The fact that Sadie has bounced back for the time being,
  • Sitting around the kitchen table,  laughing at stories my father tells,
  • The smell of the house after cookies have been baked,
  • Our new local grocery store,
  • Taking  said cookies over to Miss Beverly and talking to her for a few minutes,
  • Davey’s new words and mannerisms,
  • How awesome the kids’ dentist is and how handsome he is,
  • The fact that not one of them has a cavity,
  • More Christmas shopping—for the kids–with Michael,
  • Staying within budget while getting some useful, interesting, and practical gifts,
  • Not buying just to buy,
  • Looking forward to Christmas with my family of six, and
  • Not stressing about the holiday and just taking it for all that it is and should be.

Weekly Winners XXXXXV

This Thanksgiving we were visited by Michael’s mom, her husband, and their dog (also named Sadie, or Sadie II.)  It was wonderful to see them and have them here.  Not only that, but my mother-in-law is a FANTASTIC cook and she cooked her full non-traditional Thanksgiving dinner (the exact meal that she prepared the very first time I met her; Thanksgiving of 1994).

She had sent Michael the grocery list and we had everything that she would need, on hand, for the feast.  He even prepared some of the things like boiling the chicken for the corn bread dressing and chopping up the tomatoes, onions, and peppers for her relish.  Our pre-Thanksgiving dinner was also courtesy of Michael. He made us some awesome Muffulattas and cheese dip to go on the side.  Scrumptious, I tell ya, scrumptious!

The Winners are many this week; I hope you enjoy this peek into our Thanksgiving Holiday.

*You can also read my Thanksgiving day post: HERE!
*I also have a post at Blissfully Domestic | Photo Bliss titled These are a Few of my Favorite Things that is scheduled to post at 1:00pm EST.


Next:  Pre-Christmas with My Parents!



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