Tuesday, August 27, 2013

that one time i baked...

...and people actually asked for seconds...and thirds...and fourths!

I'm notorious for baking new things, only to learn they taste like memory foam or I forgot an ingredient. The effort is always there - the end result is not always edible.

I found myself searching the Interwebs for a Potbelly cookie look-alike recipe aka the best oatmeal chocolate chip cookies in all the land. I found this one and went for it.

And you guys, I never brag about my baking because there's nothing to brag about. But these? These were GOOD. Better than good.

So just for that, I will share the recipe with you because no one should be deprived a decent cookie in their life.

What you'll need:
1 c margarine
1 c brown sugar
1 c white sugar
2 eggs
2 tsp vanilla
2 c flour
2.5 c oatmeal
1.5 tsp baking soda
1 tsp salt
2 c chocolate chips

What you'll do: 
1)  Preheat oven to 350* 
2)  In a large mixing bowl, cream margarine and sugars. Add in egg – one at a time – beating after every addition. Mix in vanilla. 
3)  In a separate bowl, combine oats, flour, baking soda, and salt. Mix together then slowly add in margarine mixture. About a cup at a time, mix, then add another cup. Do this until it is all blended together. Mix in chocolate chips.
4)  Form dough into medium sized balls.
5)  Bake for about 10 minutes.


Sick of having a hand covered in flour just to get another scoop,
I opted to cut the top of the bag. Needless to say, I was proud of this moment.
You can't tell by looking but this was A LOT of batter. I'm talking over 60 cookies' worth.
Minus the three I ate whilst baking.
Voila! Edible homemade cookies!

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

just run it.

The hardest part of a morning workout is getting out of a cozy bed.

But then sometimes you see this view while running (and thinking about said cozy bed)...and your run goes just a little smoother.

Cheers to a stellar Chicago sunrise this morning.
How'd you start your Tuesday?

Thursday, August 8, 2013

29.5

My half birthday is next week.

Now I'm not a "let's celebrate everything about my birthday" kinda of person, but the half birthday does mean the inevitable...I'm closer to 30. Ay carumba.

This realization hit me a few weeks ago and unexpectedly, I started to mildly freak out. 30? Thirty? How? I just finished college...7 years ago.

I had the "I haven't done anything in my life" meets "Tim McGraw wrote a song about his next thirty years" conundrum.

I'm trying to settle down.

It's like Olivia Wilde (who I really don't know anything about?) read my mind and published this article:
Olivia Wilde's Advice for Turning 30

Moral of the story: "I'd rather be a good person who makes people happy than a dick who wins a Nobel by 32."

Amen, sister.

Time to embrace the big 3-0. Or right now, the big 2-9-point-5.

Yes, I took creative license with the above image. Why? Because I'm 29.5, y'all.

Friday, August 2, 2013

roll tide.

August means football season is that much closer!

And this year, we have even more reason to root for Alabama.

To our shock, it was Crimson's time also. Less than 6 weeks after Mags. Little did we know he had cancer also and it wasn't good. Crims went downhill so very fast. It's pretty unbelievable and awfully heartbreaking. (If you're not a dog person and you're reading this, this post might not be for you)

That said, it's up for debate whether it was the cancer that ultimately took the big guy or the fact he just couldn't part with his sister. Afterall, the below was a typical sleeping situation. You can't tell where one dog ends and the other begins.
Now here's the feel good part of the story.

What you should know before reading this feel good part is: I'm a believer in "everything happens for a reason." No matter what the "everything" is and no matter what the "reason" is. Even when things that suck (like this) happen.

Something else you should know: Maggie has always worn a purple collar and used a purple leash while Crimson has always worn a green collar and used a green leash.

Anywho, back to the feel good. My dad and Ricky ultimately ended up taking Crimson in last Thursday evening and on their ride back home, they drove through Glen Ellyn (hometown shout out!). They opted to take a different way home than usual - a little more winding, a little more scenic.

They turned down the street and saw a man walking two dogs.
Two black labs.
One male and one female.
The male had a green collar and the female had a purple collar. And according to Ricky, the male bore an uncanny resemblance to Crims...

Ricky turned to my dad and said, "This means they are together again."

I mean...what are the chances? Those dogs with the same color collars walking down that street we don't normally drive down...AT THAT EXACT MOMENT? How cool is that?

It was the sign we needed. Do you have goosebumps? Are you tearing up? Cuz I am.
We miss you.
Therefore, in an awfully bittersweet manner, I am so happy these pups are together again. Take care of each other and Roll Damn Tide!