And so it goes...

Recent West coast transplant just settling back into the Midwest. Mama, yogi, music-loving, project manager. Welcome to my little nook.

“Growth is painful. Change is painful.But nothing is as painful as staying stuck somewhere you don’t belong.”

—   Mandy Hale (via womanbythesea)

(Source: onlinecounsellingcollege, via cattinthecity)

Limbo:

a :  a place or state of restraint or confinement

b :  a place or state of neglect or oblivion <proposals kept inlimbo>

c :  an intermediate or transitional place or state

d :  a state of uncertainty

I hate every single fucking definition of this stupid word.

“We recognize that same-sex marriage makes some people deeply uncomfortable. However, inertia and apprehension are
not legitimate bases for denying same-sex couples due process
and equal protection of the laws. Civil marriage is one of the
cornerstones of our way of life. It allows individuals to celebrate and publicly declare their intentions to form lifelong partnerships, which provide unparalleled intimacy, companionship, emotional support, and security. The choice of whether and whom to marry is an intensely personal decision that alters the course of an individual’s life. Denying same-sex couples this choice prohibits them from participating fully in our society, which is precisely the type of segregation that the Fourteenth Amendment cannot countenance.”

—   The Court of Appeals for the 4th Circuit, overturning Virginia’s ban on gay marriage today (!!!!!!)

(Source: fullcredit, via umcanyounot)

live-to-the-point-of-tears:

Okay.

Yes. Considering that I&#8217;m on the precipice of change, yes.

live-to-the-point-of-tears:

Okay.

Yes. Considering that I’m on the precipice of change, yes.

It’s Friday at 8:29. How absolutely pathetic would it be if I got into bed now?

Since last Sunday, I have been beat the hell up, emotionally. It hits even harder when it’s by a person that you trusted and respected implicitly. Then to find out they don’t in fact have your back? It’s heartbreaking. Particularly when struggling through another huge loss.

So bed calls. Hoping that sleep and quiet eventually take over and a few hours of sleep will offer a new clarity. That I’ll be brave enough to move on and let people closer. Hard to trust when judgement is the new trend.

Help

Mom’s of tots, please help me. My brain is fried and I have 3 days to get this done. Having pizza party with family and few friends planned for Saturday afternoon. Indoors, cause it’s Michigan and weather sucks. What apps am I serving these people??

This little nugget of love makes each and every day an adventure! So lucky to wake up to the grin:)

Food for the week:
Sunday: pork loin w minted peas and bacon wrapped water chestnuts
Monday: ricotta and artichoke pasta(pictured). F’ing amazing. I added and subtracted from the recipe a shit ton—but so good!
Tuesday: fish sandwiches w rosemary fries
Wednesday: corn chowder w na’an
Thursday: chicken adobo w gyoza
Friday: teriyaki veggie rice bowls
Saturday: P’s third bday/party.

How do I have a three year old!?

Happy drinko (I mean cinco) de mayo.
Back on track&#8230;
Ridiculously easy and yummy.  Spicy chorizo, onions, corn, black beans, heirloom tomatoes, habanero cheddar and goat cheese with day old tortilla. Baked for 45 minutes. Topped with fresh avocado, cilantro and lime.