dippin' dots fallin on my head.

alarm went off at 5:30am.
never mind the fact that i snoozed it

one
two
three times.

face buried in the pillow, i hear something...
not quite sure what it is.
it honestly sounded like somebody was in my house, and moving veryyy quietly.
i popped up like a ninja only to find it was sleet tapping on my windows.

good morning!

not just sleet, but tiny little purty flurries aka dippin' dots.

xo
casey

wednesday.

first, i just have to say PRAISE GOD!
THE SUN ACTUALLY SHOWED ITS FACE, THIS MORNING!!

i couldn't believe my eyes! and well, naturally, i had to take a picture, right?
we haven't seen the sun in what feels like forever.
i love me some cold weather, but cold, damp, and gloomy?

nah-uh.

i don't think ive ever in my life been more excited for spring/summer to get here!
i'm sure when that time does finally roll around while the humidity is choking me and the sun is roasting my limbs, i'll sure be wishing it was winter, again.

cotton candy morning sky?
yes, please!

view from my backyard. why must power lines exist?

after dropping A off at school, i headed to randall's to grab a few things. 

my favorite? 

this. 

pork loin ribs drizzled with honey.

cooked on high heat.

green beans sauteed in remaining juices.

brown rice with chopped red peppers.

#nom.

although, not mine to eat, i know my hubby will enjoy the rest of the week for lunch! 

as for me, while cooking (and notably the ONLY way to cook), i snacked.

not as appetizing, but it *is according to my goals, so i'll take it!

AND, i'll eat it.

with JOY, right?

yes! {self reminder: eating foods that love me back}

squats, anyone??

i'm on day SEVEN = 80 squats. 

i have to say, i began day one only doing squats.

by day 3, i added weights.

because i can't do 70+ squats all at one time, i split them up during my workout, and in between sets, i might as well pump some iron and swing a kettle, right? 

quick 20 minute workout, and DONE!

tomorrow, is REST day. 

xo

casey

well... there ya go.

i've been wanting to get back into blogging. i've got too much to say, and apparently facebook isn't big enough to say it on.

the last few weeks, i've been racking my brain on topics to blog about, and then it dawned on me that more often than not have i been told my own reality show is waiting for me.

and then, it happened...


before i could move,
before i could grab a towel,
before i could hold my breath...
last night's dinner, today's breakfast, and snacks were staring at me in the face, on the rug, and so very apparently, on ME.

dear lord, please tell me why after being the oldest of two sisters, and a mother of two children, can i not stomach the aroma of well, puke?

i just can't.
i try with all of my motherly might, but after multiple gag fests, i throw in the towel.
literally.

i called my husband, and like the strong stomached knight in shining armor that he is, he spoke those sweet sweet words,

"don't worry, i'll take care of it."

oh sweet baby jesus!
thank you!

agape, love in action right there, folks.
yep.


maybe, she ate something bad.
maybe, its a bug.
either way, it pains me to see her this way.
off and on, again--
relief and then hurt.

praying this passes, soon.

very soon.

ps. the sun is finally peeking out. that's a good sign, right?


xo
casey