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Acceptance is the first step

I have a serious addiciton to Pinterest.  There.  I said it.  My husband would not be surprised by this as he has been the taste tester for many a catastrophe meal.  I will say though, that probably 90% of the recipes I have made, have turned out very well. 

So since Easter is in a few days, I thought I’d share a few of my favorites to take along to your feast.

Smoked Salmon Cheesecake

How can you can you go wrong with a cheesecake with yummy smoked salmon?  I will say, this is SUPER rich, so instead of pairing with crackers, I made a salad with a light lemon vinaigrette to serve with it. 

http://newfinmysoup.blogspot.com/2010/05/smoked-salmon-savory-cheesecake.html

Mini Lemon Meringue Pies in Jars

How stinking cute are these right?  Talk about super easy to make too and so bright and sunny. 

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http://www.itallstartedwithpaint.com/mason-jar-lemon-meringue-pies/

Sangria! 

My ultimate go to drink when spring hits.

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http://www.thekitchn.com/pitcher-drink-recipe-sparkling-white-peach-sangria-the-10-minute-happy-hour-174445

Friday Fix

I love shoes. Period. If there is one purchase that I can continually go to that makes a bad day better, a new pair of pants fit perfectly or bring out the colors of a new necklace, it is shoes. Ugh, I just love them. #shoeaddict
Heck, now that I have a daughter, I’m starting to live vicariously through her shoes. She got the Hunter pink boots I wanted. Luckily gal there.
About a month ago, I broke two bones in my foot. While they have healed well, I had to wear shoes that I don’t normally gravitate toward. I’m a heel gal. Heels on sandals, open toe heels, pumps etc. (insert voice from the Forrest Gump movie when he is talking about shrimp dishes).
I’m 5’6 so I’m taller than the average bear but still not what I consider tall, so maybe shoes give me that extra lift to my body and mind. But having a broken foot changes all of that. Yes, I did try to squeeze my stump into a pair of pumps about a week later. HUGE MISTAKE. I think I nearly passed out from the pain. Fashion over function right? Well, the last month it has been more function over fashion.
I’ve been browsing some shoe sites this week while traveling and these are some of the beauties I’d love to have satiate my shoe fix for the week.
Have a great weekend!

silver bow flats

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Neutral flats

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Pretty Blue flats

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I’m glad I’m not a man

It’s only wednesday and I feel like I’ve been kicked in the balls so many times this week already.  

I really love my job.  I love what I do.  I love my career.  It’s a great life/work balance for myself and my family.  It’s everything I’ve studied for and worked hard for.  BUT, there are weeks like this where I’ve covered my eyes while pushing the send button on an email or hesitantly picked up a phone call knowing either I was about to deliver bad news or get bad news.  I’ve also been woken up every night this week from thinking stressing over work items.  It is the worst feeling ever to wake up at 2am and not be able to fall back asleep because you can’t shut your thoughts off.  

There is a silver lining to this though.  Next week I am on the road again to Houston,Texas for a training session but even better, I will get to see one of my BFF’s that I haven’t seen in months.  I can’t wait to see the sun. I can’t wait to hug her face.  I can’t wait to sleep through the entire night because the martinis have drowned my stress induced awakening thoughts.  

  

Irish twins

If I had a nickel for every time someone asked me if my kids were twins, I’d be a very rich woman. Quite honestly though, there are many days that it certainly does feel like they are twins.  They are often on the same page with grasping a concept, their speech or if you look at them, they are definitely on the same page with size. 

While most days are really wonderful with the two of them being so close in age, there are many trying days as well.  There are days I’d like to punch whoever said that breastfeeding is birth control.  It took us years to have Maty and then SURPRISE, at 12 weeks old, I found out I was expecting again.  (See definition of “pelvic rest” for 8 months plus one glass of chardonnay and you’ll understand how my son came to be.)  For years we struggled with infertility.  I wanted to cry every time someone told me to “relax” or “just don’t think about it and it will happen”.  Go through 3 years of shots, pills and weigh gain from the wacky hormones and then tell me how easy it is to “relax”.  Then I guess the lord thought I needed a challenge.  🙂   

Anyway, I am not about to go off about the trials of infertility but rather relish in the fact that I have two rambunctious kiddos that are courteous and kind and full of life.  For every trying day with my irish twins, there are so many more that are amazing and memorable.  

Happy St. Patty’s day to all of those parents of irish twins.  Slainte! 

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Breaking up is hard to do…

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Actually, it’s just plain weird.  I’ve been contemplating breaking up with Facebook for quite a while.  It’s not that I don’t love reading other people’s posts or seeing their children, but I found myself reading about them instead of actually being in the moment with them.  I was recently with a colleague of mine and realized that I knew everything about all of her trials and good tidings because I had read them already on her Facebook page.  It made for very bland vanilla conversation.  It made me realize that I wanted to really get back to the things I love and go back to being with friends, not merely reading about friends.  I know it’s not reality to be able to be with all of my friends, colleagues and family all of the time, so it’s more figuratively said, but I want to get back to being in the moment and enjoying what I really love about the one life the lord has blessed me with.

Why the name, “The House of Twos”?  Almost everything in my life has come in pairs. I wouldn’t have it any other way.