Okay, so its a day late…but won’t be one “Favorite Thing” short…
My newfound 15 minutes of prayer time in the EARLY morning. ’Nuff said.
This little lady. She completes our family in ways that I cannot and probably will never be able to express. She consistently surprises me with her incredible faith. For Christmas, I bought my husband The Brick Bible – Old Testament. Girl took it over and read it cover to cover. Started asking me questions like, “Why did people die when they touched the Ark of the Covenant?” And when we would answer she would say “But why?” So this week she brought her Lenten Prayer Book home. Basically, scriptures her class read once a week and then their own reflection on that verse. This was one of her many cool responses:
I actually went to a real live grown up concert last weekend. My sister, her husband, my husband and I spent a lot of money on tickets to stand on a concrete floor, get beer spilled on us*, get a secondhand high from the legal pot (thanks again Colorado), watch the opening act guy sit in a chair and flip knobs to make weird music (our theory was that he was checking Facebook) and lose count of all the following: plaid shirts, thick framed glasses, skinny jeans on men, beards, - all in an attempt to watch one of my favorite all-time bands sing in a language I couldn’t understand. (literally. they are Icelandic) But when they began, really, NOTHING they did disappointed. They are amazing. If you haven’t yet, check them out.
Maybe a bit negative, but one of my favorite things is that I am NOT into CrossFit…
I’m sorry to all those Crossfitters, I know y’all love it and rock it and burpee the nights away, but its just not for me. Speaking of my awesome sister, her hubs and her are doing the CrossFit thang, and while they were in town last weekend, we decided that on Saturday morning, we would go try out their friend’s CrossFit gym on Field Day. My husband and I were – in all of our newfound workout cockiness – ready to do this. Then it happened. Basically, 3 rounds of partner competition (which included running 400 meters, rowing machine, endless pushups, jumprope, counter-intuitively lifting a 25 pound weight over my head, and 18″ box jumps) and I realized that though I can hang with the CrossFit people…I don’t wanna. My legs and strange muscles in my feet I didn’t know existed told me so the next day and I’m pretty sure though the other women look awesome doing it, I look like the sad TRex above. In fact, while searching for Mr. TRex, I entered “CrossFit” into my Pinterest search engine, and saw too many women who looked like they wanted to hurt me. For those of you who love it, God speed…or make you do box jumps…or whatev.
CrockPot Turkey Quinoa Meatballs
In our quest to eat healthier and NOT have to make 2 meals for dinner so that our kids will stay alive, I came across this recipe. It is hands-down one of my faves. The kids love it…I love it… They get whole wheat spaghetti, we get spaghetti squash…. which is awesome, as long as I get my sprinkle of parmesan. If you like it, then I better put a link on it.
*Okay, so I spilled it on my sister’s leg and foot. Because, as usual, I was trying to multitask holding a cup in between my lips, while holding my phone in the other and switching my why-did-I-bring-all-this-crap purse onto my other shoulder)