Doubt I'll get caught up in one post, but you never know! I am so behind on blogging or even reading blogs - it's been 5 days since I've even read any. 'Tis the season to be too busy for blogging!
Remember my last post on how I was feeling all warm and squishy and peaceful and content? Yeah... not so much right now. The Bipster is big on telling me not to let anyone or anything 'steal my joy' or 'take my power' (yeah, he's really Zen in case you haven't picked up on that yet), but let me tell you, there are some power-sucking, joy-stealing people and things in this world. But that's not what this blog is about. This is a place where I document the happy, but I gotta keep it real, too... and last week was a pisser in some ways. But I am very blessed despite that, and I'm trying to keep the focus on those things. But sometimes things don't go according to plan.
I don't consider myself a religious person at all. I'm as non-denominational as it gets... but I believe strongly in God. "Believe" isn't even the right word. I know God is with me, with all of us, always. And while I don't think God is male or female, I do refer to him as 'he' out of habit. Anyway, even with the sucky things that happen from time to time, and even though sometimes I let them overwhelm me (I am a highly emotional gal, have been since birth... it's just the way my cloth was cut), God very clearly puts these words in my heart each time.... "Doesn't it all always work out for the best in the end, woman?" (Ok -maybe I'm paraphrasing a little). And it does. It really does.
So here's everything that's been going on recently:
Sometimes I wish I had a kid to buy a giant (slightly stained) Sock Monkey for.
Step 2 of Limoncello happened over the weekend. Strained out the peel, added the juice of 8 lemons and 2 cups of simple syrup. This stuff is divine and there are no words to describe it.
It is traditionally consumed from a cordial glass, after dinner. Josh and I split a shot's worth, just to try it, and it was enough to get us both feeling it, if you know what I mean. This is not something you drink by the glass full, though it would be easy to do because it tastes like Lemonade, except Lemonade from Heaven.
I went to a cookie exchange over the weekend and I was feeling all smug about the awesome recipe cards The Bipster and I (90% Bipster) made for my cookies. As you can tell. In other news, I either need to lose 15 pounds or get some botox, as you can also tell.
But smug is not a good thing. My cookies spread into each other, not the little round disks of perfection they were the first time I made them. Also, they were much spicier. So spicy that the Bip was yelling that his throat was on fire and it wasn't funny. And I found too late that there were spelling errors on my cards.
But as God always tells me, it all works out in the end, and I came home with this bag of goodies while a bunch of suckers went home with my throat burners and kickass typo'd recipe cards so they can burn their own families' innards. Good times.
Ok, that's all for now. More some other time!