Moving to a new blog home
I know I have been TERRIBLE about updating this blog. Needless to say it’s been a crazy year. I am going to make myself sit down and retrace all of the most amazing memories and milestones this year has brought on. But we’re moving over to a new blog, fresh faced:
sit tight, I promise the rest of my posts wont occur with little rest a 2am. It gets better.
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Today was the first day I spent baking for the holiday season. I opted to do something super simple/fast, but so delicious…Pretzel hugs!
Things you need:
2 bags of Hershey’s Hugs
1 ‘pounder’ bag of pretzel snaps
2 large cookie sheets lined with wax paper or tin foil.
Preheat oven to 300’
Unwrap your Hugs!
Step 1: Line your cookie sheets with a layer of pretzels, I was able to fit 60 per cookie sheet.
Step 2: Put 1 hug on each pretzel
Step 3: Place in oven for 2-3 minutes.
This is the only step that requires precision. As soon as the hugs look glossy remove from the oven, if not you will have one soupy mess.
Step 4: Place a second pretzel on top of the Hug and gently press down to create a pretzel/hug sandwich.
Step 5: Place cookie sheets in to fridge, let cool for 15-20 minutes.
Step 6: Enjoy!
another option is to use an almond or M&M to press the hug onto the bottom pretzel in place of the top pretzel!
I was reminded of this today.
I am lucky, I am grateful. I am am driven. I’ve already done so much, it’s time to make more dreams become a reality. Don’t get too comfortable when you get to where you’re going- keep going.
Where can I get one like this?
It is almost impossible for me to grasp that my brother would have been 35 this coming Saturday… It’s been 12 long years since he was taken from my family. The few personal memories I have seem to fade more and more with each passing year.
I no longer remember his scent, It’s hard to paint his smile when I close my eyes, his voice has faded from my memory except for the ever permanent roaring sound he would make when he’d run in the front door and scare my sisters and I. That roar, which I’m not even sure if it’s truly his voice I can hear, I’ll hold that in my heart forever.
This year has brought on a lot of reflecting of what life would be if he were still here, everything he missed out on this year. The fact that I’ve taken roots in California, following OUR dreams, discovering happiness again. How badly I wish he were here for me to call at the end of an exciting day to tell him about it, while my family and friends are happy for me, no one will ever be able to understand it quite like he would.
My sister got married, and even though it wasn’t my wedding, I had a particularly hard time with the fact that he wasn’t there for it. I picked up a gorgeous locket and put his photo inside, I attached his Grateful Dead ring to the chain, and wrapped it around my sisters bouquet so she would have a little piece of him with her that day.It’s hard to look at those photos, in my mind I can see exactly where Jeremy would be standing, I know he was there watching over my sisters special day, as he is every day, but the big things are always a trigger in missing him more.
I consider myself a very blessed person, and I know I don’t use that term often. But the truth is I am the luckiest girl alive to have had such an amazing brother, even if our time was short. He taught me some of the most important lessons in life while he was here, and he’s helped me to experience life after his passing.
I have the best family anyone could ever ask for, the greatest parents, strongest mother, most amazing sisters that are my two best friends, awesome brother in-laws, and the three most precious nephews and niece. Those three remind me so much of my brother at times, and they can inspire me to keep going and rejuvenate me when my batteries run low. If anyone questions why I need to hop on a plane every three months to get home (yes it will always be my home.) they are the reason why.
Saturday I ask that everyone joins in the traditional balloon release. All it takes is 1 balloon. Take a few moments out of your busy life to remember those that we’ve loved and lost. Send your thoughts/prayers up to the sky with that little balloon. While it’s not much, it’s a small symbol of remembrance. It allows us to stop all the crazy errands, work, school, stressful daily routine and remember those that aren’t here in the chaos with us.To be grateful for the time we had with them, and for the life we’re so lucky to have. (*Of course this can be done any day at any time, 11/12 is always the day I choose because it’s Jeremy’s birthday.)
So to my brother:
"One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish, old fish, new Phish." I did it, we’re doing it. Miss you every day, feel your warmth in every sunset. What I’d give for one more bear hug. <3
This was sent out to my office today…the first two are from the original e-mail which opened with "Hey Men of [company name] (and ladies if you are physically capable of growing facial hair…),"
the third was someone’s reply.
These people, this company, pure talent. Just Brilliant.
The adventures of a midwestern transplant in the Calabasas Barns and Noble. A 40 minute saga.
So I wandered into B&N (Is that what the hipsters call it?) after work tonight and headed straight for the music section. The first thing I noted was how small the section is, which is disheartening from what I remember it to be. I moved passed that and began to skim the half shelves for the familiar cover of Drinking with Strangers. After a second go I still had no luck finding the book so I checked my phone to make sure I wasn’t a fool and that
Barns and Noble…sorry B&N, was in fact selling the book. I then sauntered up to the customer service counter where the young girl was sitting, sipping on a soda and eating a snack. Now don’t get me wrong I know a girls got to eat, (Trust me, I’m Italian. I know.) but when you see a customer you generally stop and ask if they need assistance. A few minutes later she got up and asked what I needed (I was too nice to interrupt her snack time, I really do have to be more bitchy.) So I told her what I was looking for, she looked it up on the computer and told me to go to the music section. After recapping my recent adventure to the music section with her she got on her radio….
“yeah Susan I’m going to need you to look for a book in your section, it’s called Drinking with Strangers Music Lessons from a Teenage Bullet…” She paused and looked to me for help because she apparently couldn’t read what was on her computer screen any longer…
“By Butch Walk” looking to me again
“Butch Walker.” (You know, like a dog walker, or something an elderly person may use to better get around….)
"By Butch Walker….Roger that 10-4" (So I threw the 10-4 in for shits and giggles…)"Okay well I’m going to have to go up stairs and look for it."
"Wonderful thanks so much for the help, sorry to be a bother"
"Oh no, its fine, It’s really slow so I can take all the time in the world"
Okay, while I do appreciate this girl helping me, because in the end she did come back down stairs and hand me the book, ignoring my thank you, and proceeded to walked away…..but You miss, may have all the time in the world I however just worked an 11 hour day and would like to drive the 30 minutes to my home, have some dinner, and read my book.
While I’m glad to be sitting down and turning off all things work-related as soon as I post this, I did not think it would take a 40 minute adventure in
Barns and Noble, fuck, B&N (…my bad), to get here.
And a side note: I’ve decided Musicians Institute just goes to
Barns and…fuck me…. they apparently go to B&N and pull whatever books look most intellectual from the music section to teach their business program…
Back on track…The wine is open, the phone is off, and here goes the lap top shut down. Goodnight world time to dive into a good book and hide for a while.