Take some milk.
Add some frozen blueberries.
Add some other frozen berries: blackberry, raspberry, and strawberry mix.
Add some TJ’s frozen yogurt.
Blend. (well.)
Add some peanut butter.
(blend.)
Serve. Immediately. To you, and a friend. Enjoy.
This is what Jeff’s brother said when he came to visit us in late June. Here are some photos from the bonfire at Dockweiler we had while he was visiting…it was like a pre-game to July 4th.
This is a line I once uttered to my friend Lauren when our bus driver forgot her bus stop (AGAIN!) and I decided she could make it to gymnastics if she got off at my house and my mom dropped her at her house. This was before cell phones. And, obviously, before we were 16. In fact, I think we were 13.
When I was 14, Brittany and I were both on the soccer teams, and even though she was on varsity and I wasn’t, we would always, always sit on the bus together.
When I was 16, and Kelly was 15, she asked if she could back my car up in my driveway. I said, “Sure!” She ran over a solar light. Whoops.
Every few years, my girlfriends and I try to convene somewhere and hang out. Lately, it’s been in my neck of the woods — whether those woods be Boston or LA! Lauren (see below) is already here, and my other ladies Kelly and Brittany get here tonight. Our other girls, Alex and Erin, will be SORELY missed.
Here are some photographs from our previous escapades — I am so excited and so blessed to be having friends who I’ve known and loved for over a DECADE coming to visit me.
I don’t know what is happening in this photo.
But this is what happened next.
The last time these girls came to see me, I lived in Boston. We went out to dinner, and I forgot my pen in the restaurant. The waiter (who dealt with our loud and ridiculous behavior) ran after us, saying, “Excuse me, ma’am, I think you left your pen.” A minute later, he came out again, with Britty’s purse, and said, “Excuse me, ma’am, I think you left your purse.” We. are. a. mess.
I cannot wait for all three of you to be here, all together, again. I love you oodles. 🙂
Last night I asked Jeff if he thought I should go to yoga this morning. I explained my reasons for and against, and after a pause, he said, “No pain, no gain.” I’d have to agree. So I got up at 5:30 this morning and headed to the gym with a bag full of who knows what (towel remember, extra shoes, even deodorant) and went to  yoga.
Here are my problems with Monday morning yoga:
1. My teacher was a talker. He even told us we should drink a bottle of water on an empty stomach once a day.
2. My teacher also left the lights on. What? Do I really need you to SEE me whilst I am doing elbow plank?
3. My teacher liked to do poses for a looonnnng time. (I cannot do side plank for two minutes, as it turns out.)
4. My teacher did not do very many vinyasas between poses, which meant I was left shifting from Warrior 1 and one side and the next without any real flow…not good, as my other teacher’s word of the week is “Flow.”
Overall, I did appreciate the yoga, but I think I might switch to Monday morning swimming, if this same teacher is going to continue. I personally like yoga in the dark, and I love to feel the flow through my body as I go from pose to pose. This class felt more like an introduction to yoga and its poses. We’ll see how the schedule looks next week…