I’ve been making smoothies for breakfast for a few months now and I’m constantly changing up their content based on what’s in my refrigerator. Today’s was particularly delicious and might I add…nutritious?
3 handfuls tender spinach
2 broccoli florets
1 small apple
1/4 cup frozen pineapple
1/4 cup frozen berries
1/2 banana (frozen, tastes like ice cream)
1/2 cup water
BLEND BLEND BLEND YUM YUM YUM. Dan still refuses to taste them but one of these days I will win him over.
After growing out of the treacly swamp that is The Baby-sitters Club series, and having started to reread my classic favorites weekly, the first author who gripped me and pulled me into a new dimension was Stephen King. I think I was 9, maybe 10, when I tried to make it through The Shining, having seen the movie and understanding its importance in the spooky American experience, but the first book that left me searching for the next one was Misery. It was so beautifully crafted, all the suspense, the stories within stories, the writing within writing.
Once people become superstars it’s easy to try to diminish their talent; we imagine productivity as inverse to the quality of work (take James Patterson, Patricia Cornwell, etc). Stephen King wrote a book about a car (A CAR) that literally kept me from sleeping at night. He bridged the gap between my childhood and my adulthood in terms of reading, and part of that was having such a wealth of different stories to choose from, but knowing that his writing would never falter. I think my life would be a little bit different without him. Take a look at this ridiculous chart and just marvel with me at the capacity of the human brain for creation. That’s all.
(via ilovecharts)
(Source: grim-realizations, via efterklang)
I guess I’m writing this for the girls
Who feel as though they were the first
To drink red wine from chipped china
And feel the gaze prick their skin
Of someone on a hot
Summer
Night
When everyone was young
Except your dying grandparents
And parents
And you
1 
My back is aching for 7:00 pm.
(via thesimpsonswayoflife)
“When she was young, my sister was what we called chunky, and the longer my dad carried on about Greg the better it seemed to draw attention to it.
“Hey,” I called. “Gretchen’s in a sunbeam. Does anybody else smell bacon frying?” My sister looked at me like, Weren’t we friends just two minutes ago? Where is this coming from?
“Maybe Mom should put her on a diet,” I said. “That way she won’t be so fat.” “Actually, that’s not a bad idea,” my father said. My mother, newly pregnant and feeling somewhat chunky herself, put her two cents in, and I settled back, triumphant.
This was the advantage of having a large family. You didn’t want to focus attention on Lisa— Miss Perfect— but there were three, and later four, others to go after, all younger and all with their particular faults: buckteeth, failing grades. It was like shooting fish in a barrel. Even if I wound up getting punished, it was still a way of changing the channel, switching in this case from The Greg Show to The David Show, which was today sponsored by Gretchen’s weight problem. Meanwhile, my sisters had their own channels to change, and when it got to be too much, when our parents could no longer take it, they’d open the car door and throw us out.
The spot they favored— had actually blackened with their tire treads— was at the bottom of a steep hill. The distance home wasn’t all that great, a half mile, maybe, but it seemed twice as long when it was hot or raining, or, worse yet, during a thunderstorm.
“Aw, it’s just heat lightning,” our father would say. “That’s not going to kill anybody. Now get the hell out of my car.” Neighbors would pass, and when they honked I’d remember that I was in my Speedo. Then I’d wrap my towel like a skirt around my waist and remind my sisters that this was not girlish but Egyptian, thank you very much.”
I missed you, old friend!
Oh, it’s Saturday, the busiest day of the week! Need the center managed, tests graded, parents conferred with, children taught, phones answered? Oh, the humongous water cooler is empty and needs replacing? No big deal, did I mention I also had time to bring in bagels with cream cheese and assorted muffins for all our employees today?
1 I was going to try to write something about my process of understanding and dealing with the events that transpire all over the world every day, including what is currently taking place in the US, but I got so depressed that I decided to think about things that make me happy. One of these things is reading my blog right now : Hæ mamma, ég sakna þín og elska þig!
