Good morning!
Here I am. Blogging at 5:30 in the morning. Wow. A sight that NEVER is seen! I ended up falling asleep on the couch last night and never woke up to go to bed until 5:00 this morning, TV still on. I sat up and saw that it was light out and immediately I was awake. I know I am going to be one tired mama this afternoon.
Here are some oats that I just HAD to share with you!
PB, J & B Oats
- 1 serving of oats
- 1 small banana cut into pieces
- 1 tablespoon flax meal
- 1 teaspoon cinnamon
- 1 tablespoon almond or peanut butter
- 1 tablespoon jam of your choice, I used strawberry
Cook oats to your liking; then add all of the ingredients on top of the hot oats! Easy peasy!
Speaking of strawberries – Look what I was able to harvest yesterday!
Juicy, sweet… nothing says summer like fresh picked strawberries!
Now if Seattle could only start to see some sun the rest of my strawberries would ripen! It has been non-stop raining the past 10 days or so. I’ve been lucky to get in my runs in between clouds but it really puts a damper on the entire day.
I did a 4 mile run yesterday – it wasn’t my best run by any means. I had zero energy and ended up walking for a few minutes. BUT at least I got out there and did some miles. I had a few Mary’s Crackers with hummus for lunch then went on my run at about 3:30. Oh well – you win some, you lose some.
I showered as soon as I arrived back home, then proceeded to eat the first thing I saw in the fridge. I was starving!
Veggie Pizza? Oh yes please! This was leftover from the weekend. We ordered a few pizzas from Papa Murphy’s – mine share was a gourmet veggie with no cheese. DELISH! It had spinach, zucchini, artichoke hearts, mushrooms, tomatoes, onions and tomato sauce. I really needed basil so I had a side of my cashew spread and dobbed a little on each bite I took. Mmmmmm…
This is a great vegan option! A basic dough recipe and all veggies – it doesn’t get any better than that! My mom asked me if pizza with no cheese was good… I guess pizza with no cheese looks pretty plain and boring. And I admit, my favorite part of pizza is the cheese. But I LOVE an all veggie pizza! It tastes like heaven! But the veggies have to be quality, too. Fresh, aromatic tomato sauce, lots of herbs – all the elements make up for the loss of cheese. Plus, cheese is fatty and not heart healthy so you don’t feel weighed down after eating a slice, or three.
What is your pizza topping of choice?
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Question of the day: What’s your favorite poem? (And if you don’t have one, why?)
I love poetry, always have. In high school I wrote poems on a daily basis and aced my Creative Writing class. I was an emotional writer – if I was sad, I wrote. If I was happy, I wrote. If I was in love, I wrote. I would write about fruit, nature, the sky, animals; any subject or item that meant something to me.
I have been out of High School for 8 years and I have yet to write another poem. Just writing that makes me really sad. I miss it terribly. I know I should try to write again. It’s not for the lack of paper or pens, as I have a ton of these, it’s the lack of inspiration. But, you see, inspiration is all around me. I could make anything inspiration if I really tried.
My bedroom was my writing area. It was a place that was all of my own, with all of my belongings and kept just how I liked it. I felt comfortable; at peace. Even though I now live in my very own home, I do not have a place of my very own. A corner, a room, a chair. There are too many distractions, to much “us” and not enough “me”. I feel that this is a horrible excuse but it makes perfect sense to me.
I hope to write poetry again, someday.
This is one of my favorite poems:
The Guitar – Federico Garcia Lorca
begins.
The goblets of dawn
are smashed.
The weeping of the guitar
begins.
Useless
to silence it.
Impossible
to silence it.
It weeps monotonously
as water weeps
as the wind weeps
over snowfields.
Impossible
to silence it.
It weeps for distant
things.
Hot southern sands
yearning for white camellias.
Weeps arrow without target
evening without morning
and the first dead bird
on the branch.
Oh, guitar!
Heart mortally wounded
by five swords.