Charlottesville Birthday and Being Whisked Away

In part because we needed a holiday and in part because it was my birthday we were whisked away to Charlottesville for the weekend.

Friday was my actual birthday. On Thursday Jeremy had roses delivered to my work.

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Happy Birthday roses

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While driving to Charlottesville my phone was blowing up with notifications from FaceBook, and text messages from friends and co-workers

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My tech savvy niece sent me a happy birthday face… is that a headlamp? I see a future trail runner there.

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jeans shopping- dress rehearsal
My patient, wonderful husband tackled the daunting task of jeans shopping with me. Ladies, you’ll understand my angst here… I introduced Jeremy to the world of odd and even sizing, various cuts, colors, fabric where you might go up a size in one pair of pants and down a size in the same brand but different cut… I believe we spent 2-3 hours on Friday discovering what works and what doesn’t work… until we realized all of the pants I tried on had been bedazzled. Fashion industry?!?! Come on… a bedazzler? Didn’t we use these in junior high?!?! I digress… we counted the day a success and acknowledged that we’d probably be on this hunt for a few more months before we reached a resolution. We discovered that the three stores we attempted were not suited to our tastes and decided to move on to dinner.

dinner at Mas- before we head to a city we pick out 2-3 activities/things to do/see/taste/explore etc.. sometimes we get to all 3, sometimes we don’t… sometimes we add on more… or less, but we’ve found we enjoy having 3 pre-selected ideas just in case. One of those places this trip was Mas. A restaurant off the beaten path in Charlottesville… the serve tapas. Let’s be honest, it had our names written all over it. Unfortunately we were so hungry and the dishes were amazing so no pics of the food… but it was great.

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Saturday

Jordan had received a recommendation from a friend to check out MudHouse for coffee… so we did.

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It was a pretty amazing experience. We ended up across from each other at a long table full of people on either side of us, sipping our hand pour of the coffee du jour while reading the news on our devices…
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Since biscotti is anything but filling we followed up our coffee adventure with brunch at Shebeen

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Oh. My. Goodness. This was one of the best breakfasts I’ve had in a REALLY long. time. He ordered the smoked salmon with a poached egg and I ordered the crab cake eggs Benedict. Wow. I mean, can we go back for these dishes… now?

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On Saturday we hit the mall for jeans shopping round two and ended up…. winning! After trying on what felt like 50 pairs of jeans I found 4 that we both really were grateful to buy. (Now I can wait another 10 years to go through that again, right?)

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One of the places I had my heart set on visiting while we were in C’ville was: dinner at The Local. We arrived at the restaurant around 530 and discovered we needed a reservation. Ugh. We put our names on a will-call and dejectedly left to find nourishment elsewhere… Just as we pulled in to the parking lot of the runner up restaurant we received a call saying they had an open table! My cup runneth over, I was ecstatic!

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Her meal- a duck recipe with a blackberry sauce

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His meal- a chicken recipe

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Sunday

No trip to Charlottesville is complete without stopping at Trader Joes (twice?)… my “niece” Sophie has gotten me hooked on this wonderful snack:

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Upon arriving home we found birthday cards in the mail and more arrived later including:

A Birthday Card hand draw for me by my wonderful Momma Hope
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I do enjoy birthdays.

40 in 2014: #1 Crock-Pot Cinnamon Applesauce

Crock-Pot Cinnamon Applesauce

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Ingredients

  • 10 large apples (I used Macintosh)
  • 1.5 teaspoons cinnamon
  • -1/3 cup water
  • -1 to 2 tablespoons honey

Instructions

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  1. Begin by coring and peeling your apple. Peel apples.
  2. Slice apples into equal slices.
  3. Place apples into a large crock-pot and top with about 1/3 cup of water, 1.5 teaspoons of cinnamon, and 1-2 tablespoons of honey.
  4. Let cook on high for about 4 3 hours.
  5. Once the apples are extremely mushy, you know your apples are done!
  6. Use a fork to mash the apples to your preferred consistency.

 

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http://fitfoodiefinds.com/2014/01/crock/

Worn

I’m not worn currently. I’m so grateful for that. I’m grateful for this season of peace and stillness and comfort. I’m grateful for this season of happy and delight and baltering.

But I’ve been worn. I’m appreciating knowing that redemption wins. In the end death will have no sting. The struggle and striving of now will cease.

Worn

“Worn”

I’m Tired I’m worn
My heart is heavy
From the work it takes
To keep on breathing
I’ve made mistakes
I’ve let my hope fail
My soul feels crushed
By the weight of this world

And I know that you can give me rest
So I cry out with all that I have left

Let me see redemption win
Let me know the struggle ends
That you can mend a heart
That’s frail and torn
I wanna know a song can rise
From the ashes of a broken life
And all that’s dead inside can be reborn
Cause I’m worn

I know I need to lift my eyes up
But I’m too weak
Life just won’t let up
And I know that you can give me rest
So I cry out with all that I have left

Let me see redemption win
Let me know the struggle ends
That you can mend a heart
That’s frail and torn
I wanna know a song can rise
From the ashes of a broken life
And all that’s dead inside can be reborn
Cause I’m worn

My prayers are wearing thin
Yeah, I’m worn
Even before the day begins
Yeah, I’m worn
I’ve lost my will to fight
I’m worn
So, heaven come and flood my eyes

Let me see redemption win
Let me know the struggle ends
That you can mend a heart
That’s frail and torn
I wanna know a song can rise
From the ashes of a broken life
And all that’s dead inside can be reborn
Cause all that’s dead inside will be reborn

Though I’m worn
Yeah I’m worn

Travels part 2

Dinner with lovely ladies at Smoke on the Water:

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BBQ sauce flavors:

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Best way to determine the most preferred:

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Little girls who like to snuggle, but not too close:

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Except sometimes, while reading stories:

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Holding puppies named “Jacksony”:

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A trip to Trader Joe’s:

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Travels, Part 1

Arrived Mon 10:45 pm
Awoke on Tues: 6 am- ran 3.75 miles:
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Little girl at the door- her light turned green (so she can get up now):
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Presents must be opened immediately:
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Big sisters take naps. Little sisters don’t want to take naps:
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But who are mostly tired:
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Wed am: head downtown:
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Little brothers who are mostly big. And loved a lot:
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Little girls who play in splash pads:
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And get too tired to walk, but who are mostly wet:
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Waterfalls through the middle of cities:
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Lattes made by skilled baristas:
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Jazz played by musicians with life experience:
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