Friday, January 17, 2014

Three Already?!


Dated:  November 16, 2013

It seriously seems like yesterday that my full-of-life, adorably spunky, little nephew, Brady was just born.  All of a sudden….he’s three!   His birthday party was colorful, fun and very memorable.  Thomas and Percy were in attendance, and the conductor, Brady, had an absolute blast.  It seems that this is the age where everything is noticed.  Every gift he opened was the greatest thing he’d ever seen, all the people at his party were known to him by either their name or whose mommy they were and of course, the bouncy castle (or jump, jump as Brady calls it) was definitely the hit of the party.  There was even a giant Thomas the Train piƱata filled with so much candy that I almost dove in when it came pouring out.  My sister and brother-in-law really did throw a perfect party for the most precious 3 year old in the world. 

Brady invited all of his friends.  The Weber boys, Johnny and Parker, were such sweeties.  They were playful, but so protective of little Brady.  It was extra adorable.  Little Emma was such a delight.  Her soft blond hair shined in the sunlight and big, beautiful eyes sparkled as she tried to keep up with the rambunctious boys.  Also, Avinli , Victoria and Sophia, some of our party regulars, were there to celebrate with Brady.  They were such cuties…and have such innocent and playful imaginations.  The cutest part of them being at the party was when I found them dining in the clubhouse outside….just as happy as they could be with their cupcakes and conversation.  Of course, Brady’s buddies, Dax and Jax were there, too.  Jax’s baby brother was also there…and so was baby Gus!  Brady’s favorite guest was his baby brother and very best friend, Brysen.  Brady is a lucky little guy to have so many wonderful friends already.  I won’t name the adults…but he had lots of family and friends there to share his big day.

I made cupcakes for the party.  The tiers were full of bright and colorful cupcakes in all different flavors.  I made strawberry with vibrant, red frosting, banana chocolate chip with bright, yellow frosting and chocolate fudge caramel with “Thomas,” blue frosting.  We sang happy birthday to Brady and let all the kids (and adults) dig in. 

Our little Brady sure is growing up and getting smarter and smarter as the days pass.  His little personality is full of passion, happiness and love.  He is hilarious and a constant joker, too.  After all his guests went home for the night, Brady and all of his family remained.  He showed us what a smart boy he is by pointing at us and announcing all of our names, accurately counting us…and telling us all that we eat bugs. :)



















































Thursday, January 2, 2014

That Special Day in November...

Date:  November 4, 2013

David and I were married on November 4, 2006.  That doesn't seem that long ago...and I go back there sometimes when life gets a little hard to face.  That day was perfect.  It was filled with family, friends, love, laughter and pure joy.  Above everything else that has gone on in my life as of late....I sure love that man.  He's frustrating, irritating and kind of helpless sometimes...but I'm absolutely in love with him.  He's adorable and sweet, funny and bratty.....and cuddly and lovable.  He's my David and just like that fall day back in 2006....we spent it this year...celebrating our marriage and life together.

It's always been a dream of mine to have a romantic date in Bisbee.  Old Bisbee, at night especially, is so enchanting and we had a wonderful evening there.  We ate dinner at Cafe Roka (yum!).  It was a wonderful experience and a delicious meal.  We had delicious pumpkin-squash soup, topped with fresh cream and scallions.  Then, came the mixed green salad topped with garlic cream balsamic dressing and cherry tomatoes.  After that, the main course arrived.  I chose the macadamia, herb crusted chicken breast and garlic whipped potatoes and tons of roasted veggies.  It was absolutely scrumptious.  I've never had such a flavorful, moist piece of chicken in my life!  David had the special which was swordfish, potatoes and veggies.  And last....we split the Nutella cheesecake.  Oh. My. Goodness.  It was heavenly!  It was a creamy, chocolate-hazelnut cheesecake with chocolate-graham crust and drizzled with caramel.  Best dessert ever!

On the way home, we talked about adventures we've been on together and the years we look forward to in the future.  It was a wonderful night.



Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Craft Season!!

Date:  November 2, 2013

Check out my posts on my craft website right here and here!  Craft season is the best time of year!!!


Halloween!

Date:  October 31, 2013

Halloween is one of my favorite holidays.  It's at my absolute favorite time of year, when the air outside is light and crisp and the excitement of the holidays begin.  The past 3 years on Halloween have been especially fun, because we now have nephews to share it with.  Brady's costume is always revealed when he rings our doorbell on Halloween night.  This year was extra-special, because it was Brysen's first Halloween!  My sister, Ginger and her husband, Kevin, also joined in on the costume fun this year.  I'm still not sure if Kevin's costume was a result of my sister's nagging...or if he secretly enjoyed it.  I think it's the latter. :) 
The Beaman family decided on a Disney theme this year.  Brady's past year's costumes were a cute sheep dog and Popeye the Sailor Man.  This year, the surprise at our door...(.though he tried spilling the beans to me early on by saying he was going as "Tito") was Pluto!  He was Disney's Pluto and Brysen was Mickey Mouse!  They were so adorable and just as Brady was about to recite his well rehearsed "Trick or Treat,"  I looked up to find Daisy Duck and Goofy!!  The whole family dressed up and they were absolutely adorable.  Here are some pictures to capture the fun-filled night. :)
















Monday, December 30, 2013

Fun Halloween Recipe!

Dated:  October 31, 2013

I just wanted to share this fun Halloween trail mix recipe with you.  You can play around with the ingredients, but here's what I used:

4 cups of pretzels
6 cups of Chex cereal
2 cups of peanuts
1 bag of M&M's
1 bag of corn candy
1 package of Reese's Pieces
3 cups of small marshmallows
2 cups of mallow pumpkins
1 bag of white chocolate chips

Combine all ingredients, except the white chocolate chips, into a large bowl.  Melt the white chocolate chips and drizzle over the mixture in the bowl.  Mix with a rubber spatula and let it sit until the chocolate hardens.  Scoop into fun party cups and enjoy!!






Cutie Nephews!

I just wanted to post some pictures of how big my guys are getting!  They are the loves of my life!  








Faith in Pasta

Date:  October 16, 2013

I love food.  I love to cook and bake and find happiness and comfort in a meal.  I don't think we're supposed to do that, but when such passion is put into the simplest things...and these simple things can make me feel calm and happy...then I'm all for it.  Food just happens to be one of those simple things that definitely has my attention (more times than not) and is definitely one of my passions.  

My friend, Maria, had a idea.  She invited me over to cook with her.  We planned to cook something that we had never cooked before and that wasn't easy to prepare.  We wanted to challenge ourselves to make a meal that took creativity and patience...lots of patience.  Our friend, Heather, also joined us.  We decided on homemade (from scratch) linguine with vodka infused tomato cream sauce, a fresh, baby spinach salad with cherry tomatoes and balsamic blackberry vinaigrette.  Yum, right?  And it was!  But, not without some concerns, doubts and lots of laughing along the way.  

Maria, in charge of course, assigned me my task.  There, I found myself with a hallowed out volcano of flour on her marble counter, cracking eggs in my "well" one at a time.  I then proceeded to knead the dough for 45 minutes straight.  I believe the recipe specified that "if you think you've kneaded it long enough...think again...and knead it for another 15 minutes."  I thought it would never end.  I was ready to give up after the first 7 minutes and run down the street for the boxed stuff.  It wasn't fun at first, but I had the mothering voice of Heather to motivate me until the end.  The end wasn't pretty.  I ended up with a hard ball of dough, about the size of an orange.  I'll be honest...I was pretty concerned about the portion size of our meal.  I arrived hungry...and after almost an hour of kneading, as if I was an Italian grandmother in 1902, and the scrumptious aroma of garlic and tomatoes coming from the stove....you can imagine the stage of my starvation at that point.   I was already planning out my post meal stop at the Burger King drive through and we hadn't even cut the pasta yet!

Needless to say....we were all surprised when Maria pulled out her shiny, brand new pasta maker by Giada DeLaurentiis that she had bought at Target earlier that day.  Don't get me wrong...it wasn't an easy task, but the end result was absolutely amazing!  We had actually made enough pasta for 4 huge dinner portions, plus some left over!  Maria's vodka sauce was to die for and the salad was the perfect addition.  

After dinner, Heather made us all coffee and what came next still has me salivating.  Maria toasted up some whole grain bread and topped it with lots of sweet cream butter.  Then, she went into her pantry to pull out something that I can only describe as heavenly.  It was a mason jar, full of fig preserves.  Not jelly and not jam, folks!  Fig preserves are plump, sweet figs surrounded by thick, flavorful syrup, created by the natural sugars produced by the figs themselves.  Just looking at the adorable little mason jar filled with sugary figs instantly filled me with the desire to visit the South, bake pies and live the simple life.  She piled lots of fig preserves up on the toasted, buttery bread and it was the most delicious dessert I've ever had! 

It was a fun night catching up with great friends, having a lot of fun exploring in the kitchen and of course finding our happy place with a very tasty meal.  I can't wait until our next collaborative adventure. 












Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Sweet October.....

I just wanted to share this picture that is buzzing around Pinterest.  My sister, Bri found this there and said that it reminds her of me.  It really sums up how I feel about fall.  The beautiful colors and crisp breeze that fall brings also brings a certain peace and calm into our lives (well at least into mine).  I long to spend fall, someday, in a charming place like Savannah, Georgia....or maybe somewhere in New England.  I can imagine my mom and sisters and I visiting there.  We'd be sipping apple cider and pumpkin lattes, finding craft fairs and exploring all of the local quaint shops and cafes.  I'd want us to visit every pumpkin festival and apple picking farm in the area!  Then at night, I can see us snuggling up under our cozy quilts and watching girly movies and eating junk food.  It's just a dream I have for someday....maybe someday in October.


Thursday, October 17, 2013

Justin's "Son of a Gun"

There's this book....and it's important that you read it.  Since the moment I finished the last page....I haven't been the same.  It's brave, honest, devastating and absolutely beautiful.  I had anticipated the release of this book for quite sometime and it delivered in every possible way.  It will change your life.

Justin St. Germain is the author of "Son of a Gun."  Justin is also my long time friend.  It's funny where life takes us sometimes and what we learn and gain from the most unexpected of people.  The book is incredible and completely heart wrenching.  Justin lost his mother to murder...and at the hands of someone she loved.  It hurts me to the core to think about what Justin went through.  For those of us who know Justin and actually know each and every landscape and scene that he painted with his words....and who can actually hear the familiar narrator's voice as we turn each page; and who recognized and laughed at the snarky humor weaved throughout the book; and who already knew what happened to his mom, because it was in our hometown......even WE weren't ready for the powerful heartbreak that came with "Son of a Gun."  I didn't so much read this book, as I was consumed by it.  It's a story of tragedy and what remains....after so much is lost.

The entire book moved me.  It's truly amazing how Justin opened up and wrote about hurtful and painfully truthful memories...all while managing to not villianize his step dad.  He bravely told this story with such raw and honest emotion.  He wrote vividly with such eloquence that I had to stop to catch my breath after reading certain parts of his staggering chapters.   This book is truly unforgettable.

In the first few pages of the book, Justin writes about the moments he found out his mom had been killed.  It was just days after 9-11, while the whole entire nation was in a state of panic.  Justin wrote in parallel of his own life and catastrophe.  He was lost and numb. ( I started to read his book at 7:30 p.m. on the day it was released....and after reading this severely memorable part of the book, I knew I would finish the book before I went to bed that night.)  He wondered if his step-father had killed her, as he sat in a bar with his brother, not knowing what else to do in those moments; President Bush addressed the nation that the enemy had been identified and the network of terror wanted to kill all of us.  Justin had a flood of phone calls offering condolences and he numbly went through the motions in response until he finally let the calls go to voicemail; President Bush advised everyone to live their lives and to remain calm even though our lives were being threatened; Justin questioned whether or not his step dad would come after him and his brother, too; The President's voice from the television in the bar continued in attempt to soothe a wounded nation and assure everyone that life would return to normal and that grief would recede with time and grace.

"Scrapbooking" was the most courageous and unforgettable chapter I've ever read....in any book.  In this chapter, Justin attends a Parents of Murdered Children meeting.  He writes about the people he meets there, and understanding and sharing their rage and need to have their old lives back.  They're all given a project to do...a scrapbook layout of their lost loved one.  In a different chapter (Gun), Justin wrote about owning a gun and telling his friends in San Francisco that it's for protection; "In case there's a man at the door that means me harm."  His friends would argue that the better option is to call the police and Justin insists he wouldn't have time for that.  He writes, "They don't believe in the man at the door.  I do.  I've met him."  At this POMC meeting....I believe Justin knew he was surrounded people that have met him, too.  He writes, "We all do this every day:  focus on a series of small and meaningless tasks to pass the time, try to preserve our memories without wallowing in grief, and hope our lives will add up to some kind of tribute.  Of course we're good at scrapbooking.  Scraps are all we have."

Justin searches for answers of the unraveling events that led up to his mother's death.  He bravely returns back to his hometown of Tombstone, Arizona to face the memories, pain and brutal truth of it all.  He gracefully incorporates the infamous history of Wyatt Earp throughout the entire book and compares the tourist town he remembers to the Earps' legendary ghost town.  Near the end of the book, I just stopped to cry like a baby when I read a paragraph in his "High Lonesome" chapter.  After returning to Tombstone from his new life in San Francisco, he finds himself searching for his mom's property; the scene of her murder, after all these years.  He searches for closure and comes to realize that he really has no idea what answers he wanted to find there.   There he writes, "What did I expect?  A diorama showing where they stood and shot and died, like the one at the O.K. Corral?"  I can't imagine the pain he felt.  Reading this and writing about it now absolutely breaks my heart.  His compassion and brutal honesty is what makes this memoir extraordinary.

I attended Justin's 1st reading in Tucson and he said something that will stay with me forever.  I can't quote him exactly, but he said something about some advice that one of his mentors gave him while he contemplated writing this book.  They told him that you can say you want to do something for your whole life....but unless you actually start to take steps in the direction to do it, you can dance around it forever and it may never happen.....So, just decide you want to do it and do it.   Reading the end of the book, I believe that Justin had that kind of positive influence his whole life, from his mom.  He writes..."If she had made a decision, to leave that place, to leave Ray, she wouldn't have wavered.  She knew how to make decisions."

What an incredible woman his mom was....and I believe she is the reason that Justin is the remarkable man he is today.

Break room chit chat....

In offices everywhere, there are men and woman that gossip in break rooms.  Office politics, big or small, keep things interesting and just when you think you've graduated from junior high and all the drama that comes with it....get back to your cubicle and guess again.  However, there are those co-workers who will brighten your day and make it....a little (and only a little) fun to come to work.   Sometimes, given a steaming cup of delicious coffee and quirky co-workers in the right mood, I can actually enjoy some days in the office.

In all my years working in my office, I have never looked forward to "gossiping" in the break room.  It's just happened.  Inevitable I guess.  It happens too much sometimes, but on this particular Wednesday afternoon....not only did I enjoy the break room chit chat.....It actually helped bring me a little peace in this crazy whirlwind of a life I've been living as of late.  

I love my husband, I really do, but sometimes I get sick of babysitting him.  He's a grown 34 year old, completely competent and capable man.  So, you can understand my frustration when I find myself sometimes screaming at him because he forgot to take his pills (which is a huge deal in his case), or that while I'm at work and he's doing nothing at home and I still have to make all the calls to doctors for him.  I have to pay and organize all the bills.  I have to schedule his blood labs online.  I have to call the yard guy and the bug guy.  I have to battle with the bank and the insurance company.  I have to do the grocery shopping and plan for dinners throughout the week.  I basically have to conquer the world on my hour lunch.  I blame myself for salting his food and delivering him his sweet tea as he watches The Big Bang Theory and doesn't lift a finger.  To be honest...I really don't mind doing everything, but it gets frustrating at times.  I'm more of a go-getter than he is and lets face it...if I didn't do it, it wouldn't get done.  But, I have been a little depressed about it.  I don't want to feel like I'm in a relationship with a husband who needs to be babysat.  Don't we all just want to be taken care of and rescued sometimes?

I  hate to compare my life to others, but I really thought I was alone in this.....until that eye-opening Wednesday afternoon in the break room.  I was on my way to get some much needed afternoon coffee when I heard chatter getting louder and louder.  It wasn't angry and it wasn't pleasant.  It was more like venting.  When I reached the site of the chatter, I found 2 of my co-workers in the break room griping about their husbands.  These two co-workers are the 2 oldest employees in my department and have been with the company the longest.  I am close with both of them, and know both of their husbands very well.  They are both pretty high class ladies with fancy cars, beautiful houses and big bank accounts.  Both of their husbands work and have been married to them for 20 plus years.  

What I heard should have made me dive right in and join them in their vent session....but all I could do was smile and explain my peculiar relief.  For their privacy, I'm going to call them by fake names.  So, lets call them Laverne and Shirley.  Laverne's husband had the week off of work.  He just stayed home and took some time to himself.  Laverne went on and on about several things that she had to do on her lunch hour and after work and that he could have easily done himself.  He calls her if his checkbook doesn't balance, he calls her to kill spiders, he calls her to ask directions and....yes, she makes his doctor's appointments and picks up his vitamins at the drug store.  She packs his lunch, presses his ties and loves him with all of her heart.  

Shirley said something that will stay with me forever....Her addition to the husband rant...was that he is so stubborn and won't go to the doctor.  After weeks of nagging him to go and get checked, he agreed.  "But do you think he can make his own appointment?" she griped.  Nope!  She said she had to make the appointment, then go on her lunch hour and fill out his pre-patient paper work AND pay the co-pay, so all he would have to do is walk in and be seen.  It was music to my ears!!!  It's not my marriage falling apart, it's not just me raising a man child.........it's not just me who's babysitting a grown man!!  I had a life-changing 10 minutes that Wednesday....regardless of the fact that I had 3 more hours in the work day and was only in the "hump" of a slow moving work week.  The break room held my steaming cup of coffee and a little piece of mind that day.

With all of that said....my husband is very lovable.  He does things for me that make me count myself as lucky.  I don't know many woman who come home to all of their laundry done, folded and put away.  If I see a tiny gnat, or a huge spider....no matter what time it is....he is there within seconds to kill it.  He takes out the trash and brings me my water every night.  I may be able to recite all of his 30 medications and dosages and his lengthy medical history to anyone who asks...while he barely knows the day of the week.....but then again...I wouldn't call myself all that easy going or low maintenance.  We're a good pair.