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It’s been a week…

It’s been a week of dental appointments.  


It’s been a week of fevers and sick days.

(This was post-fever, but before he was allowed back at school. It’s been a loooong 48 hours…)

And a week of “I’m too busy bribing my children with jelly beans in some feeble attempt to get them to willingly swallow amoxicillin” that I’m not planning meals at all so I ate edamame and coffee for lunch.

But luckily, it’s also been a week of Aunt B.

And a week of Patisserie dates:

And J Man just interrupted this blog to come in and tell me that his tongue feels funny and upon further inspection, I think he has thrush.

Make. It. Staaaahp!


Don’t freeze avocados

I came here today to tell you not to freeze avocados.

But since you’re already here, check out my car washing “helpers.” Also, Matty B’s driver side window was unrolled.



I came here today to tell you not to freeze avocados because if you do, they will turn a putrid shade of brown and make your husband audibly gag.

But since you’re already here, check out this pair of muddy pants. I did all the laundry today. All of it. Workout clothes, guest bathroom towels, Rae’s pink fuzzy boots, and every sock in the house. Washed, dried, folded, put away.


And when I came back from the grocery store, this rogue pair of pants was laying in front of the washing machine, mocking me. Cue Home Alone-type scream.

I came here today to tell you not to freeze avocados because if you do, the texture will be weird and chunky no matter how thoroughly you mash.

But since you’re already here, check out my score on this How Well Do You Know Friends? quiz.


12/12. Obviously.

I came here today to tell you not to freeze avocados because if you do, the taste will be off and you’ll wish you hadn’t wasted a perfectly good avocado by sticking it in the freezer.


What can we learn from today?

1. I love Friends.
2. I’ll never be caught up on laundry.
3. Matty B needs a new car.
4. Never freeze avocados.

The Elephant

I’m not exaggerating. The conversation below is real and not at all contrived.

This afternoon the sun was shining and the kiddos were messing around in the yard, completely content to look for roly-polys and dig in the mud. I was sprawled on the sidewalk, soaking up the sun and delighting in the fact that I wasn’t being asked for juice or a bandaid, or even for what I spy.

Rae came up to me and looked me square in the eye.

“Mommy. When are we going to address the elephant in the room?”

I burst out laughing and when I questioned which elephant she was referring to, she shrugged and trotted off to find some more ants to crush.

She makes a good point. When ARE we going to address this elephant? The elephant of, Holley sure doesn’t seem to write this blog with much consistency these days.

You’re right. I used to be really dedicated to my little corner of internet, but my attention is fading fast.

For one, I’m very busy painting superwoman’s fingernails.


Part of the problem is content driven. I’m not really vegan anymore which is a problem when I write a vegan blog. And to be honest, my “cooking” has been pretty questionable lately too. Virtually everytime we have friends over, we roast hot dogs. It’s all I have energy for.

I’m not training for any races, so I don’t have much to say on the running front.

And while I could talk about these scamps for days, most evenings it takes all my gumption to manage them, much less rehash it all.


This isn’t to say that I’m quitting. Cause I’m not.

It’s kind of like the elliptical.

I get kinda bored on the elliptical, but I like the end result (fitting into my skinny jeans), so I do it.

I’m getting kinda bored blogging, but I like the end result (it’s really fun for me to read back to past months’ posts), so I do it.

Anyway, the moral of the story is that versatile vegan isn’t gone, but I’m only gonna write when I feel like it. I don’t really know what that means, but as my kids get older, I really need to maintain a way to embarrass them.


We’ll save this photo for J Man’s first date…

Thursday Thoughts, XXIX

1. I’m running the Race for the Roses on Sunday. I’m totally prepared.


My training cycle has gone well. I feel good. Edit: I felt good.

I caught a cold. I never get sick. I have the immunity of a race horse (is this an accurate simile?). Regardless, 2 days before the race, I feel like trash. Instead of gu’s, I’ll be taking shooters of NyQuil along the course.

2. I’ve finished my Hello Fresh subscription.



The other two meals were pasta primavera and kale panzanella. Both were delicious. Both were time-consuming. I learned two valuable tips:

1. Sour cream and a little pasta water makes a surprisingly good sauce.
2. Lemon zest/juice makes every dish better.

3. I took a personality test.


These are my results. I gotta tell you, I was kind of surprised that I tested extravert. People who know me on the surface might see this to be true, but I think deep down I’m a true introvert. I can force myself to be extraverted, but it feels hard sometimes.

4. This has been my lunch for three days in a row.


Except for today. Today’s lunch was Dutch Bros. You know, feed a cold, starve a fever…?

5. This.


Because she’s perfect.

Sugar Cookies

I’m married to this random person who is a frequent mystery to me.


It’s also a mystery why I’m wearing two pairs of sunglasses.

Matty B loves old school Christian music and Metallica. Sometimes both on the same day.

Matty B loves picking raspberries but wouldn’t think of actually eating one.

Matty B subscribes to a number of magazines:

Sports Illustrated
This Old House
Better Homes and Gardens


Better Homes and Gardens?

Yes, my football loving, woodworking, manly man husband likes reading Better Homes and Gardens. This dude is so unpredictable.


This is what I ended up with when I tried to take his picture while he was reading BHG in bed.

I’m not judging (I’m absolutely judging) but I think BHG is boring. They do, however, occasionally have good recipes.


Today’s is a good one.

J Man’s school is having a bake sale tomorrow. Because he is his mother’s son, he wants to participate in everything. Everything. Therefore, not only will we purchase something from this bake sale, we will also provide cookies for the bake sale.


Basically, we made cookies so that we could buy them from ourselves. That’s how bake sales work, right?

We made these melt in your mouth sugar cookies from a BHG recipe.

They were delicious.


One way that Matty B is very predictable?

His desire to eat every single one of these cookies.

Unhealthy Fruit Dip

Sometimes, things seem like they should be easy, but they’re not.

For example, my children:



This is just one example out of ten bazillion where it’s impossible to get them to both look at the camera at the same time!

Seriously. How hard can this be? JUST LOOK AT THE CAMERA AND SMILE!

Last year I made some snobby “healthy” fruit dip. In that post I actually call out the recipe I’m about to share with you as “not healthy”.


And it’s not. But it’s good. So so good.


Step 1: buy 8 oz. of cream cheese and a small jar (7 oz.) of marshmallow cream.

Step 2: combine both in your food processor and pulse until smooth and creamy.

Step 3: try not to cut your tongue on the blade of the food processor because you absolutely will lick it off.


This couldn’t be easier. And honestly, I’d rather make fruit dip every day of the week than try to get this girl to smile when she doesn’t want to.


At least she was looking at the camera.



I’m here to tell you that Miss Rae grew an inch in two months.


This isn’t an exaggeration. You know how sometimes I say that I had seven coffees in one day, but I really only had six? Yeah, she really truly grew a full inch in two months.

About two months ago on J Man’s birthday we measured both kids and recorded their heights on a chunk of wall in the laundry room.

A few days ago, when this little button turned four (yes, four) she requested to be measured. We complied, certain that there would be a negligible difference.


A whole inch.

Also, she reads and when I say reads, I mean memorizes books but it’s giving her such confidence when we praise her amazing “reading” skills.


Did I mention that she’s spunky? J Man’s favorite adjective for his sister is sassy, which describes her to a T.



So how do you celebrate a spunky, sassy, tall four year old with an amazing memory?



Food, of course.


Family, naturally. (And this isn’t the best photo of the 15 in attendance, but it is the funniest of Matty B. Is he gagging/choking/singing? No one knows.)




And if you’re four, and if it’s close to Easter, and if Grandma is on hand to follow your every wish and command, you absolutely dye Easter eggs.



And not surprisingly, those eggs turned out just as sassy and spunky as the birthday girl herself.

Happy birthday, Miss Rae!