Road trip

We are road tripping, people. Headed to the motherland that is NJ to see family and celebrate the Marine Corp birthday with Paul's Marine buddies in Philadelphia tomorrow.

It's too early o'clock in the morning and this girl forgot her coffee.

And my lovely husband refuses- Refuses to stop before 150 miles of travel. I am probably being dramatic with that last statement. He would probably stop if I begged or asked *really* nicely.

Scratch that.

He just informed me that I should be sleeping. I told him I was blogging. To which he informed me that we weren't stopping until 7:00.

So yeah, I should probably be sleeping if I have to endure two more hours before I can get some coffee coursing through my veins.

Granted, it's a ten hour-ish ride from Columbus to NJ, so leaving early makes sense. But this whole set-the-alarm-for-3:30 thing is for the birds. Especially since I am an insomniac and probably fell asleep at 3:29.

And especially since this sweet child 'o mine wakes up and STAYS up as soon as I lift her little body from her crib.

As soon as I put her in her car seat she looked over to her right and happily exclaimed, "Lola!" I die. We don't have many words but she sure knows "Lola."

Lola, who is currently curled up in a little ball, in her bed, next to Elena stinking up the car with her sleepy corn chip paw smell. Love. I know I'm not the only crazy who sniffs her dog's paws. Or that thinks her dog's paws smell like Tostitos or Fritos.

We're almost an hour in. Only 9 more to go. The sun isn't up yet. So I should try to shut her down. And by her, I mean me. The trusty white noise app is in full effect. Hoping it will lull Elena to sleep. I think it may be working for me. Hopefully not for Paul.

Zzzz.

Social Media Wake-up call: Instagram love

Wow. Clearly I have been living under a rock. I seem to be part of the older crowd here in blog land {35...gasp}so I'm thinking I deserve a reprieve for being so inept when it comes to social media.

I'd say I've got Facebook on lock. I could probably post, comment, or upload a photo in my sleep.

Twitter, well, I try. And I'm learning. I did finally learn what a hashtag was a few months back. That cleared up a lot of confusion. And embarrassment. Because, yes, I was openly saying pound or, worse yet, number sign #truth. 

Pinterest is another time suck favorite. I've made quite a few recipes and even some DIY crafts, which I'll share soon. It's pure genius.  I don't know whether I should be happy or sad it didn't exist in the days of my wedding planning. 

Not only have I been pinspired to DIY and try new recipes, but I've even traded in my yoga pants and hoodie for an actual #ootd.  Though I still don't own a bib necklace or know how to tie a scarf.  As fabulous as Pinterest is, not gonna lie, I get a case of mom guilt every once in a while because I have yet to bento my one and half year old's lunch or chalkboard paint the interior walls of my house. 

And then there was Instagram.

I love taking pictures so when I discovered Instagram upon getting my iPhone {a year and a half ago} I was all over it. I loved the different filters and how it could make my average cell phone pics look like  maybe I  knew a thing or two about taking pictures. And it was much easier than hipstamatic which I still don't get. Do people even use that anymore?

I obviously wasn't blind to the fact that most every blogger on my blog roll invites their followers to follow them on various social media outlets with their 'Follow me on twitter, pinterest, Facebook, Instagram' buttons.  But I never quite got what it meant to follow one of my favorites on
Instagram. And it took until very recently for me to realize what following on Instagram actually meant. #duh. I don't even know how I realized it and figured it out. But somehow I did. And holy shitballs. A whole new world. I am obsessed. And I can't stop. And my unhealthy attachment to my phone has just gone to a whole new level.

I try to only use my phone for social media stalking when Elena is asleep. Naptimes are too busy so I find myself lying in bed until all hours of the night glued to my phone. I may need an intervention. I've always been a voyeur of sorts. I'm totally curious about people. How people live. What they eat. Where they shop. What's in their fridge. Probably why I love reality TV.  And definitely why I love reading blogs.  It's getting to know the tidbits about people.  Translation- I'm nosy.

So if you see a new follower request, or lots of likes and/or comments from a certain kcamp07....don't be afraid.  It's just little old me.

Busting out the sidewalk chalk on an 80 degree day last week

Celebrating Nana.  Would have been my mom's birthday on Saturday.

Token wine shot.

So What! Wednesday

This week I'm saying So What! if....


I just recently figured out following on Instagram #obsessed

My daughter just got her first pair of Uggs and she isn't even two. #noapologies

I've been working out in my garage instead of using my gym membership. 

I have a beef with Victoria's Secret because they are being tight lipped about when and if they'll be getting their Ohio State line.

I'm majorly sad that I won't be decorating for Christmas since we'll be in NJ the entire month of December.

I'm ready for Christmas music.  Too early?  I think not!

I'm a big fat baby and cried last night when Ohio went to Obama. 

I'm *thiiiiis* close to deleting lame people on Facebook that are sore WINNERS. 

I've got pizza and bagels on the brain...we're heading back to Jersey first thing in the morning.

I'm patting myself on the back for committing to my Turbo Fire workouts 6 days a week.  I'm on week 4 and I'm addicted.  

Elena sitting at her new kiddie table might be the most ridiculously cute thing I've ever seen.  Aside from the Uggs, of course.

I think about food all. the. time.

And with that, I'm off to find a  healthy snack :)

Looking forward to hopping around to see what everyone else is So What-ing! this week!

Weekend Stuff

My mind has been focused on family and home after the devastation of Sandy.
Thank the good Lord all of my family and friends are safe.
I hope all of yours are, as well.
My in-laws finally got power back last night and my sister and her family were up and running today.  Several of my friends are still living in the dark.
Some are living in hotels.
It has been quite humbling to experience Sandy 500+ miles away, warm and plugged in. 

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It's hard for me to believe we ushered in the first weekend of November.  It's officially red cup season at Starbucks and I couldn't be happier.  I celebrated accordingly with a Peppermint Mocha.  It was better than I remembered.  I'm a little excited to sample the other holiday goodness Sbux has to offer this year...Toasted marshamallow latte?  Uhm, yes, please.  I also am a nerd and looked on their website heard they are serving up S'mores hot chocolate.  So it's basically looking like I'll be meeting (read::exceeding) my calorie quota in liquids for the months of November and December.  Perhaps I'll throw in some holiday cookies for good measure.

So yes, November is off to a good start.

It was a busy weekend around these parts.  Friday is traditionally Pizza Night in our household.  However, we've yet to find anything that resembles pizza out here in the mid-west.  Not hating, just speaking some truth.  I put my foot down to another Friday of Domino's and we wound up at Whole Foods for dinner.  A dangerous place when you're hungry.  Hell, it's a dangerous place even when you're not hungry.  Anyway, Paul decided on some prepared foods and I kept with tradition and got pizza for Elena and I.

Spinach, bacon, apple, and bleu cheese.

After dinner it was bath, play, and bed for the little one...It sure was nice to have Paul home to help battle the witching hour  share the routine and wrap up the day.   After that, I lost him to Fox News.  Not the most romantical evening we've had, but that's what I know to expect during an election.

I actually dragged my butt down to the garage and did my Turbo Fire workout.  I was pretty impressed with myself for getting my workout in.  On a Friday night.  Times sure have changed.

Saturday we had family pictures.  They were scheduled for 10:30 at a park about 20 minutes away so we were up early getting ourselves ready.  It was a beautiful day, albeit a cold one.  I layered Elena good and hoped she'd handle the cold okay.  Honestly, the cold isn't what really concerned me.  And for the record, cold-schmold.  This kid is no wimp like her mama.

My husband is always telling me to manage my expectations.  So, I expected Elena not to sit still.  Or take direction.  I expected her to give the photographer the stink eye and maybe a scowl.  I expected she'd refuse to hold any cute holiday props.  Expected she'd flail about like we were kidnapping her if we tried to hold her for a family shot.  I expected she'd go all psycho-baby-limp-wet-noodle-cray-cray if she saw something she wanted and we didn't give it to her.   Well, I'm happy to report that managing my expectations was just about the smartest thing I could have done.  Thanks, Paul.  She lived up to and even exceeding ALL of my expectations.  I've yet to see a sneak peek and I'm hoping it's b/c the photographer is busy, and not because she's clamoring, trying to find a way to tell me she didn't get a decent shot.

Glad to be leaving the photo shoot

I caved and bought my almost 18 month old daughter Uggs.  They are so cute.  I die.  

We grabbed lunch on the way home.  For some reason I thought it'd be a good idea to get Skyline Chili.  It's kind of so gross it's good.  But not.  I can't even think about it.  Moving on.  Paul had to leave us for a work event in Cincinnati, which totally depressed me so I decided I needed to nap while Elena napped.  Once Elena went to bed I took advantage of my solo girl's night by ordering sushi and watching We Bought a Zoo.  I actually really enjoyed it.


Paul got home in the late morning on Sunday.  We played, cleaned, and played some more.  Paul introduced Elena to cards. 

 

We took a trip to Target after her nap and then attempted to vote early.  Total shit show.  We got stuck in traffic getting to the early voting center, which was a mob scene, complete with the entire Sesame Street gang dancing to Michael Jackson amidst people carrying signs of aborted fetuses.  Total family affair.  Not to mention, the line was about 1,000 deep.  Needless to say we turned around and came home.  

We stopped at Outback for some curbside take away deliciousness and ended the night with some good TV.  #Homeland #BreakingAmish #BoarwalkEmpire #TheWalkingDead

Crazy post-ponytail hair.  This kid loves bread.  

Excited for the week to begin...we're going home to NJ at some point and I'm just hoping our travel doesn't collide with the impending Nor'Easter.  Clearly the world is ending.  Hurricane, earthquake, and Nor'Easter in one week?  #doomsday

In the wake of Sandy

As most of us were able to watch last night, NJ and much of the eastern seaboard were battered by Sandy.  We even felt her affects here in Ohio, where winds howled through the night and the grass was dusted with snow in the morning.  She was a monstrous storm to say the least. 

I spent yesterday sick with anticipation waiting for her.  Knowing that all my friends and immediate family were in her direct path.  Knowing the devastation we lived through a year ago with Irene.  Knowing Sandy was going to be worse.  I hoped that my town would be spared.  Hoped that Sandy would weaken or take a turn.  Stay out at sea.  I kept sending out texts and making calls, refreshing Facebook every chance I got.  I downloaded the live feed to ABC's eyewitness news.  It made me feel closer.  Which I needed.

I felt strange all day.  Just alone and so far removed.  I hate storms, but I wanted to be there.  Wanted to be hunkered down bracing for her.  I know that might not make sense, and I won't try to make sense of it for you because I can't.  I just felt wrong for being here.  In Ohio. 

I pretty much drank wine and ate my weight in M&M's, glued to the computer, watching in utter disbelief at the devastation.  I couldn't sleep, worried sick about my family and friends.  And here I am today.  Going through the motions of my day in a fog.  Feeling like I have survivor's guilt.  It's so weird, but that is the only way I can explain it.  Perhaps it's because I feel helpless.  Perhaps it's b/c no one has power or cell service, so I haven't had my usual day full of texts, calls, and Skypes.  Maybe because while I'm snuggled up in my warm home, able to use my computer, flip on a light switch, flush a toilet, and eat a nice meal, all of those I love are without power. 

I am grateful that being without power, or being temporarily displaced in a hotel is the worst my loved ones have to deal with.  Basements didn't flood and houses were spared, though trees fell.  All my loved ones are present and accounted for.  Thank you, God.  But lives were lost.  And my heart is aching for those families. 

And when I see the aerial shots of the Jersey Shore, my eyes well with tears.  When I say "Jersey Shore" I'm not talking about Snooki.  Or The Situation.  I'm not talking about Meatball problems.  I'm talking about the beloved Jersey Shore.  My beloved Jersey Shore. Beaches and boardwalks.  Exit 98.  Exit 63. Summers.  Weekends.  Family.  Friends.  Memories.  Lots and lots of great memories.

Let us all be reminded what a gift each and every day is.  No day is promised.  There are no guarantees for tomorrow. Continued love and prayers to all of those affected by Sandy. 

Zucchini Pie

I cook when I'm nervous. Something about chopping garlic and making a mess of my kitchen helps to restore my balance. That and a glass, or two, of wine.

Hurricane Sandy is literally on a crash course for my hometown. Where my family lives. My friends. I'm a worrier by nature, so I'm worrying.  Luckily I've got Breaking Amish and Homeland on tonight to distract me.  That and Zucchini Pie, of course. 

Last year, Irene flooded our basement and knocked power out at my in-laws, aunt's, and friends' houses for a week plus. This storm is supposed to pack a punch far worse. I'm hoping they're wrong.

I feel like I'm sitting in a hospital waiting room while someone I love is undergoing surgery. You know, that helpless feeling of endless waiting and anticipation. Bizarre, I know. It just feels strange to be here. In Ohio. Not in NJ. I feel removed and alone and nervous. So I turned to the kitchen. Despite several other things demanding my attention, Zucchini Pie sounded infinitely more appealing. And I'm hoping, since it's even better the second day, it's something my newly picky toddler will eat. 

Zucchini Pie

{recipe From Aunt Fran- not sure where it may have been adapted from}

3 cups zucchini, sliced thin, with skin 

1/2 cup chopped onion

1 clove garlic, cut fine (I used 2)

4 eggs

1/2 cup grated cheese (I used Locatelli Pecorino Romano)

1 cup Bisquik

1/2 cup oil (I used Wesson Canola Oil)

 **you can add bacon bits or crumbled bacon, if desired**

Mix together, pour into greased pie plate and bake @ 350 degrees for 1 hour or until brown (only took about 45-50 minutes in my oven)

Enjoy!  Delicious for breakfast, lunch, or dinner, served hot or cold! Yum!

Eat your heart out, Picasso

I may just have a little artist on my hands. Coloring has become the latest obsession in our household.

 

Elena knows where the crayons are kept and first thing in the morning, when she wakes up from her nap, and usually when she's eating dinner, she will beg, I mean BEG me for her crayons. And then throw a complete hissy fit if I don't oblige her.

Begging for crayons sounds sort of like "guhhhhhh, guuuuhhhh" with some emphatic pointing and signing "please" over And over. And over. Until I give in and get her the crayons. Really looking forward to some sort of language explosion soon.  "Guuuuuhhh" pretty much means crayons, banana, dog, light...you get the idea.



The crazy thing is, she really colors. Like totally concentrates and gets all close to the coloring book as she "works." She even holds the crayon so precisely and with such purpose. And pens- for the love of God- you cannot use a pen it this girl's presence without her demanding it. I literally have to hide pens. But if she gets her hands on one? She will sit there and scribble away like she's penning the next best seller. 

 

I love it. I mean I was pretty much obsessed with coloring as a kid and still get all sorts of happy over a brand new Crayola 64 pack. Love. Just something about new crayons. I can't be the only one?!?!

I can still remember coloring this Rudolph decoration in Kindergarten. It was just a silly cut out from some oak tag with an X cut through Rudolph's nose- to be put over a doorknob during the holidays. I still have it. #thanksmom. Anyway, point is- I can actually remember choosing the brick red for his nose and the midnight blue for his eyelids. I couldn't read yet, but I knew all the color names by heart. Those colors- all of them really- bring back so many specific memories and emotions for me. Periwinkle, sea green, thistle, raw umber, cornflower. Magenta. Oh Magenta. It was my favorite because, well, it was my sisters favorite.

So, crayons- yeah, we have a history. And I'm a little nerdy and a lot excited that we get to have a future, too. Hoping my little girl continues her love of coloring so this mama can enjoy a new 64 pack every once in a while.