Wednesday, July 29, 2009

The First Pizza Friday To Include A Police Visit...

Ever heard of Pizza Friday? It's been mentioned around here before. Pizza Friday has been a family tradition for 45 years. Yes, Forty-five. If I had the photos and a scanner, I'd post a picture of me in my one piece terry cloth pajamas laying on a blanket at six months old next to a big ol' pizza pie fresh out of the oven. But please don't confuse the 45 with my age, that's just the number of years my parents have been married. With marriage, came tradition, more importantly Pizza Friday tradition.

Growing up Pizza Friday had a reputation in our circle of friends. If one of my three older brothers had any number of friends just randomly stop by, it would always be around 6:00 on a Friday afternoon. In the hay day of Pizza Friday, my mother would make about six large pizzas just to accommodate our friends. Yes, my mother is one heck of a woman. Her Pizza Friday love was passed down to me and now I share that with my friends.

Recently I sent out an open invite to anyone that wanted to come by for Pizza Friday, the Friday before the 4th of July. What a great way to start the weekend, consuming delicious homemade pizza. On the menu, one barbecue chicken pizza with fresh corn and smoked mozzarella cheese, two all natural Applegate Farms pepperoni pizzas, and one cheese to please the children. I decided to pick up pizza dough from my local pizza shop to save myself some work. But typically I make my own dough in a bread machine after lunch on Fridays. I hand grate the cheese, I beg please don't buy bagged shredded cheese if you make pizza at home. Trust me it's the little things that make a huge difference.

One of my friends entered the house when the pizzas were baking in the oven. The smell reminded her of one of her favorite pizza joints back home in California. My pizza is good, the smell can take you back to good places. I like that.

After the pizzas were out of the oven and consumed, we took our happy bellies out back for a little Pre-4th of July fun. In Colorado you can buy fireworks, but every city has different laws about which type of fireworks they allow. I've never purchased fireworks from a tent on the side of a road, so my ignorance on the matter truly was bliss. The only law I knew of had something to do with "fireworks can't leave the ground".

(This is where in my story I would place a few photos, if those photos weren't in a camera at my husbands office twelve miles away. Let's just insert a loud clearing my throat and sighing.)

As we are gathered around the back patio, a friend lit the first of many fireworks he graciously brought to the festivities. Ooh, aah, pretty, it's stationary shooting out colored sparks. The kids liked it. Then WHAM out of no where comes this awful HIGH PITCHED SQUEAL!!! Like, cover your ears that thing is L O U D! Within moments, I mean the thing is still smoking, word travels from my front yard to the patio, "There's a cop here". Yes, a Police Officer on a Trek Bicycle, just rolls up out of nowhere. He just happened to be patrolling the neighborhood, at that very moment, looking for people like us.  He was issuing "verbal" warnings as to what is and isn't allowed for the 4th. His terms were insane and I asked him to put the technical terms aside and tell me how bad does it need to be before he hands me a ticket. Rumor has it we don't want to go there, for a ticket in my city will set you back $500 for illegal fireworks. Eek. Like any good law abiding citizen, we thank him as he hops on his Trek and rides away. We waited about ten minutes and hesitantly continued on with the firework festivities. It was a blast, no pun intended.

My only regret, not offering the cop a slice of pizza.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Now, I Beg Bring Back The Corded Cable Box...

Last night after my daughters went upstairs with my husband for the usual bedtime routine, I filled a glass of water and plopped on the couch. Then I proceeded to get up, get down on my hands and knees and start searching under furniture for the REMOTE CONTROL. My hands dug into the depths of my couch on each side of the cushions. As usual, the looking escalated to ridiculous, searching on the kitchen counters, under the girls' table in the dining room, on top of the television, or even crazier in the little basket I have exclusively reserved for our remotes. NADA. Big sigh.

My hands don't touch the remote control all day long. Heck, I only needed one channel these last three weeks and that was Versus Television to catch my morning fix of Tour de France coverage. At some point I gave in, walked up to the television and picked a channel to watch, TLC. No surfing for me. I plopped back down.

Then my thoughts began to reminisce about these bad boys: The corded cable box. The good ol' days. 37 channels of viewing bliss, just flip a switch on the left hand side to top, middle, or bottom then select the button for the channel. Bonus of the cord, the box never, ever, ever was lost. No searching mindlessly in a refrigerator or bathroom, just follow the cord. Who needs digital, 100's of channels when you could have the peace of mind of never losing a remote control again.

Before turning in for the night, I always glance on twitter to see what's happening. That's when I saw this tweet from @ChefDaveLA that made me laugh out loud: Why did I find it so funny? Well other than the obvious, my story ends with my husband sitting down asking if he can put the news on. I say go for it, but I don't have the remote. He stands up, looks behind me and grabs the remote. I had moved one of the large cushions from the back of the couch to rest my head on. Where was the remote? Just sitting there in plain view. Nice.

Monday, July 27, 2009

Someone Actually Reads My Blog...

I'm over at Rocky Mountain Moms Blog today talking about meeting strangers, maybe even one that knew more about me than I anticipated. Was it weird? Find out here.

Would I Take My Baby To Blogher?

Baby, say what? Yes, my girls are my babies, but they are no longer babies. My daughters are two and five and rarely allow me to call them such a term of endearment. Now let me be clear, I didn't attend the Blogher conference this weekend, nor have I attended a Blogher conference in the past. I could give you a long story or I could just simply state, I don't think it's for me. Period.

Over the weekend, a big wave of excitement swelled on Twitter during the conference when a woman and her baby were turned away from a Nikon sponsored cocktail party. As I have gathered, this event was not a part of the conference, but rather a branding event put on by Nikon to wow and schmooze the A List Bloggers of all disciplines, not just mommy bloggers. Even more technically speaking, "Nikon" didn't actually turn these women and their babies away, the restaurant did, silly 21 and under laws.

Then posts were written, by wonderful writers may I add, debating the issue. Who's right and who's wrong? Should I throw away my Nikon right now because they #hatebabies?

This whole controversy left me feeling one way, no matter which side of the story was presented. I would NOT take a baby to Blogher. I wouldn't. Would I judge mothers that did, NO. Would I snub my nose at them or elbow their babies in the head as I was trying to snag a gift card from McDonalds, definitely not. Would I raise an eyebrow if a woman brought her baby in a sling to a cocktail party, no.

Why?

When my daughters were babies, I put many things I wanted to do on hold. It was my choice to do so. I nursed my first daughter for over two years and my second for twenty months. During that time as well as my pregnancies, I refrained from drinking alcohol. On a rare occasion I would have a glass of wine or a sip of beer when I was nursing, trust me when I say rare, I mean it. For over a year, I even went on a crazy elimination diet to help clear my daughter's skin of eczema. I made sure what I put in my body was pure and nourishing. Did I feel like a victim, no. It's what I wanted for my girls. I never traveled with the girls on my own for a function I wanted to attend. It's just how it was.

Call me selfish, but if I attended Blogher I wouldn't want to bring my children even if they were babies. I'm one of those people that would want a new found friend at a conference to use hand sanitizer after I knew she washed her hands, before picking up my baby. I'm not good with the passing the baby around in a crowd thing, it scares me and makes me super nervous. Plus, my girls create a different level of anxiety for me. I would be overly concerned that they would be making noise and disrupting others, among a laundry list of other things.

When I think about Blogher, I think about packed rooms with informative sessions. I think about having a fun time with fellow bloggers, out to lunch, late night parties, maybe catching a show or having a few too many to drink. At Blogher I would want it to be about me, the best way I know how to relax in such a setting is with out children. Would I feel guilty for taking a weekend away with out my children, not for a minute. Would I care if someone's babysitter backed out and they brought their 5 month old, not for a minute.

I'm easy to please. Maybe i'll feel differently if the stars align and I think Blogher will actually be for me next year, if so see you in New York. I'll bring my hand sanitizer in case you want me to hold your baby...

Want the real scoop, try these blogs:

Motherhood Uncensored

The Happiest Mom

Mamapundit



Friday, July 24, 2009

In My Circle of Friends, Swiper is a Scrabble Word...

Just this past month I've discovered Scrabble on Facebook. Oh boy. Hands down Scrabble is my favorite game to play. It reminds me of my childhood, it's the one game I can remember my parents playing. I like the rush of picking tiles, feeling them in between your fingers as my brain scrambles to create a word. Or better yet, create a word with all of the tiles that is actually playable on the board, hello 50 point bonus. Big rush.

Scrabble on Facebook doesn't have the same appeal to me that playing in real life has. For one, there is no handling of the tiles. I also like the conversation that transpires over the course of a game. But Scrabble on Facebook does have the perk of computerized tallying of scores, which is nice. Last weekend I played Scrabble in real life with a friend and I am sad to admit it felt foreign. Figuring the scores, trying to get the tiles to line up perfectly in their squares, moving the board around from person to person, that was odd from my usual computer play.

Nothing beats the feeling of a good play in real life, say for example spelling the word "induct" with a triple word bonus (upper right corner of the board) and than following that play with turning induct into "inducting" for yet another triple word score. Talk about the smell of victory. Although I will admit, when I play with friends IRL (in real life), I'm not so serious about word challenges. Many times through out the game we would toss out words wondering if it would be acceptable in play. Take for example NIA which is popular in our neck of the woods, but not an official Scrabble word. Neither is Swiper, but we all love Swiper don't we (and my friend even came up with one of those credit card, swipers, aha what humor we have). I know I owe my love of Scrabble to my parents, my mother and father both complete the Jumble in the newspaper everyday. They occasionally call me when they are stuck on a word. I like the Jumble, but I love Scrabble. Any way you mix it, I guess our family just has a love for making words.

If we are FB friends, I'd love to play a round of Scrabble with you, it's free. Just invite me. I'm in.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Chargrilled Salmon, Don't Try This At Home...

Have you ever been distracted while cooking? Say have a little too much going on? Well on Sunday we adopted the new pup, which is a major distraction in itself. Then my hubby was feeling adventurous in the kitchen and decided to cook chicken and salmon on the grill as well as crab cakes. The piece of salmon I purchased was tiny, so I would say it should have cooked on the grill in about half the time a regular filet would have cooked. In his defense, my hubby was being efficient by cooking all these things at once, so the next day a meal could be thrown together easy, peasy.

After dinner, we went for a walk. When we arrived home, I went out back to fill Milo's water bowl, when I noticed the grill was still on. I yelled at my hubby the grill was blazing hot, I could barely lift the handle. It was left with all three burners on medium. I am neurotic about turning burners off (or thinking I left burners on). When I finally opened the grill to allow it to cool down faster, I found this:

When I tried to remove it, it literally was dust, like carbon. It disintegrated. Yum, yum, yum.

Monday, July 20, 2009

Bottom Line, We Are The Rescue Type...

Life has been full of excitement and adventure this past weekend. On a whim we visited the Humane Society and found a dog we fell for. Interestingly enough, the Humane Society is a place I can walk into time and time again and walk away from quite easily. But this time it was different. We've been looking to get a dog, but wavering between a labradoodle (for the hypo allergenic fur) or finding a rescue. The rescue option in the past has been a bit frustrating. My daughters' safety is at the top of our list, so a rescue would have to be a great dog. The Humane Society does a battery of testing including personality testing to give families insight into the dog being a fit for their family.

Enter Buddy.

All the dogs at the Humane Society bark and jump up, but Buddy was just sitting there. I could see the kindness in the wag of his tail and a little lean in to the metal bars of the kennel, his soft gentle eyes glanced up at me. Adorable, my heart was melting. I haven't really felt that way at the HS after losing Guinness, sure i've seen sweet dogs, but not like Buddy.

Buddy is very reminiscent of our first dog, a black lab adopted at the same Humane Society. Guinness brought joy to us for 12 years, before passing away on July 15, 2005. We met buddy July 18. Buddy is eight months old, so was Guinness when we adopted him. There are lots of similarities in personality and appearances, so it just feels right to us to welcome Buddy in our home.

Now Buddy is home and we decided to change his name to MILO.

Milo has an incredibly sweet and gentle nature to him. He sniffs at other dogs, hasn't shown aggression with other dogs or cats. He lets us grab his paws when he's laying down, we tugged and prodded at him. He likes being accompanied outside in our fenced yard to go to the bathroom (yeah working on that one). He's starting to come out of his shell a bit. We were up once at 3:30 to let him go to the bathroom. Being a rescue I can see he needs some structure as far as potty training, feeding, etc but can tell he will quickly respond. Best of all our girls are thrilled. Anyone with children and no pets in the home, more than likely knows the daily constant questioning about getting a pet. Finally we got a pet.

It's very odd to have a doggie in our presence again, after four years. But I can tell this guy is a keeper.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Kitchen Sink Meal: Savory Waffles and Salad!

Lately we've been doing our grocery shopping somewhat backwards. We've been opting to shop at the end of the week, so we are stocked up to cook great meals at home over the weekend rather than eating out. Traditionally I would shop either Monday or Tuesday and buy food for the week.

But this new method of shopping isn't really working come mid week. I am feeling ill prepared come Wednesday for what to make for dinner. Typically all the meat we purchased on Friday has been eaten. Considering J and I were vegetarians for over a decade, we are very good at whipping up meat free meals. Plus, we don't mind the flexibility in our diets, meat free is great a couple times a week.

Once again tonight I ran into the same dilemma, what to make for dinner? The clock is past five and it's hot out, both of those factors influenced my dinner decisions. Yes, I could pick up the phone and ask my hubby to pick up dinner, but if I just step back and take a close look at what is on hand, dinner may only be twenty minutes away. I know my life would be so much easier if I planned meals, but it's just not my thing I can never stick to menu planning. Dinner time has become a kitchen challenge (are there cameras in my kitchen ceiling?). My challenge, make a nutritious dinner with limited ingredients. In my pantry I found the following canned items (my pantry is bare, really bare) pumpkin, jalapenos, water chestnuts, jellied cranberries, roasted red peppers, and tomato paste. Slim pickings.

Assessing the situation, I came up with Waffles. I would whip up two batches of homemade waffles, first a pumpkin batch for the girls and the other batch, turkey and cheese. Eew or yum? You decide. I am a huge fan of savory food, so I thought I'd go for it.

Now let me share the waffle recipe called for ham and cheese, that sounds better doesn't it? But I only had turkey or pancetta in my refrigerator, so I opted for turkey. I chopped up the turkey to add to the batter with a mixture of grated romano and cheddar cheeses. In the future, I think I would hold on the turkey just because the flavor got lost in the sharp cheeses. We topped the waffle with a simple salad of greens, grated beets, and red peppers. I added some extra blue cheese dressing on top.

The savory waffle was a hit! Basically if you like having fresh bread with your salad, this is the same concept. The waffle was a little crisp from the melty cheese and it complimented the salad nicely. My husband who was pleasantly surprised by this whip up dinner said, "maybe we should open a waffle and salad restaurant". Funny.

Yes I put the salad right on top of my waffle and ate it all together. Here it is: After this delicious dinner, I nibbled on a pumpkin waffle for dessert. Seems I love anything pumpkin, even if it's 90 degrees and July. Let's not let Fall corner the market on wonderful pumpkin treats!

Have any favorite kitchen sink whip ups you'd love to share, I can always use some inspiration.

Savory Waffle Recipe:
1 1/2 cups all purpose flour
1 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
1/4 teaspoon salt
1 tablespoon sugar
1 1/2 cups milk (plus 2 tablespoons if you like batter looser)
1 egg
1/2 stick of butter melted
Few slices of ham, turkey, or bacon or any meat on hand.
1 cup cheese on hand (I used romano and cheddar)

1.Stir together dry ingredients in large mixing bowl.

2. Stir together wet ingredients in large glass measuring cup, break up yolk before mixing. (Hold out additional tbsp milk).

3. Pour liquid ingredients into mixing bowl with dry ingredients, mix with wooden spoon until mixture is moistened. Don't overmix, some lumps are okay. Stir in meat and cheese. This is when I judge the consistency of the batter, I like my batter a bit looser so I add in an addition two tablespoons of milk, it's up to your preference.

4. Heat waffle iron, spray with cooking spray.

5. Poor batter in, judging by your waffle makers size, I use a Krups waffle maker and it takes about two heaping wooden spoons full of batter. It also has a green light to notify me when it's ready and when waffles are cooked. If your doesn't it takes about 4-7 minutes a waffle. Cook to desired crispness.

6. Enjoy. Lovely topped with farm fresh greens and blue cheese dressing.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

To Be Quite Honest...


In the past week or so, I was given this blog award twice. I graciously accepted the award from PiscesHanna who is a fellow blogger from Colorado, although she lives like 10 hours away from me! Colorado is a big state in case you didn't know it. Then ADKmama also passed the award onto me. Now she lives in the Adirondacks of New York, where I lived for two years. I love the 'Dacks and will always have a special place for them in my heart!

The Honest Scrap award is given by other bloggers who consider a blog’s content or design to be brilliant. The awardees must then post ten honest things about themselves and pass the award on to other bloggers who fit the bill – in other words, whose blog is brilliant.

So now here's my list of 10 Honest Things:

1. One of my favorite indulgences is dip and chips, Ranch Party Dip and any potato chip will do. My hubby hates when I eat it because Hidden Valley Ranch uses msg. But the organic kind just doesn't taste the same. I indulge like three times a year.

2. Sometimes I think about walking away from blogging.

3. Even though I am chatty and outgoing, I really don't like big parties with lots of strangers.

4. I'm a meat snob, I buy all my meat at Whole Foods. I blame 10 years of being a vegetarian, if I can't eat humanely raised meat, I'd rather not eat any meat at all. WF's meat quality standards.

5. I really wanted to visit New York this summer and I'm not sure if it's going to happen. I hate flying, but I miss my family more. Please airlines give us a fare break before school starts.

6. I miss painting.

7. I once had a dream that I won the lottery, I woke up and wrote down the numbers. Occasionally I play those numbers.

8. I love being a mother, but I don't let it exclusively define me.

9. I desperately want new furniture, but I'm not willing to go into debt for it. I browse the web searching for dream couches, dining room tables, and accent pieces. My television is from like 1994 and in some ways I don't care, but when I do get new furniture the shit box is going.

10. I don't shower everyday and it doesn't bother me one bit.

Now it's time for me to pass this Honest Scrap along to some bloggers that I adore.

Jen writes Never a Dull Moment, she was one of the first blogs I had the courage to comment on and turns out she lives like 5 miles away.

Connie writes a few blogs, but the one I do best at keeping up with is The Young and The Relentless. She lives in Utah but we've met IRL (in real life) a couple of times and I just adore her. I'm hoping her hubby will help me create a naughty iPhone application and we can retire off the royalties.

Kirsten writes The Norwindians and is currently undergoing a major house renovation, I love living vicariously thorough her blog (I dream of tearing walls down in my house), although there is no demo crew at my place and I'm not residing in a mauve rental.

Lisa is my Texan blogging friend and she writes Very Busy Mom With 4. I am a total Yankee at heart and to be honest Texas kind of scares me, but Lisa has a way of making me feel like Texas really is not that big and scary. Maybe even in the fall I'll visit Texas with two of my close friends. Eek.

Lastly I am passing this award onto Issas Crazy World because she writes what she feels, her blog is a place where she is open and honest. Another cool fact about her, she's speaking at the community keynote at BlogHer and she totally deserves it. I have her to thank for being addicted to Scrabble on FB.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Weaving A Blogging Web...

When I started blogging I was really naive. Honestly I didn't have a clue about writing code, blogging culture, commenting, the who's who of the blogging world, and then a whole gamut of things that accompany being a blogger. The lessons I've learned are endless. When I sat down at my computer and started Eat Play Love, I thought I'd just write in my little anonymous corner of the world. Little did I know I started to weave a web. Interconnectedness is what has blossomed out of my blog and I am no longer just a face behind an avatar.

Now, I'm a blogger that now gets together with people I've met online through my blog. Some bloggers come to my home, some bloggers invite me to their homes, lots of bloggers come to meet ups, some bloggers meet me at Ikea, and some bloggers I run into randomly on a street corner in NYC. By meet ups, I mean gatherings at local coffee shops, pubs, restaurants, and bigger venues. And all those "some bloggers" are considered friends.

Just around the corner is the ultimate blogger meet up, the BlogHer Conference. Women and a few special men will be traveling around the country to gather in Chicago to make IRL (in real life) connections with people they know virtually. It's not just a social event, there are a range of sessions on topics if you want to make it a learning experience as well. There's a part of me that is sad that I won't be attending, but hey there's always next year. Sometimes I just feel like a tiny little bitty blip in the blog world and that I am not quite "big enough" to attend.

But, it just so happens I don't need to shed a tear about my absence from the biggest blogging event of the year. I had the opportunity a few weeks ago to attend the Pre-BlogHer meet up right in my neck of the woods. The best part, I was able to meet with local bloggers I hadn't met before and also catch up with some of the familiar faces I've been getting together with for over a year now.

Here we are (i'm 2nd from right in white shirt): Pictured: CrazyBlogginCanuck, TheBlogFrog, CrunchyDomesticGoddess, WeeblesWobBlog, ThisMamaCooks! *Photo was taken by Jen, a talented photographer and chef, whom I was thrilled to meet. Check her out over at Use Real Butter!

I feel so lucky to have started a blog on a whim and walked away with such an amazing group of people I can call friends, that inspire me every single day.

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Tour de France 2009, So Many Men, So Much Excitement

Oh joy, happy, happy, joy. This weekend was the start of my favorite sporting event of the year, Le Tour de France. I've said it before and i'll say it again, I think cycling is the best sport in the world. For those of you that don't know or understand the significance of the Tour, imagine The Stanley Cup, World Series, NBA Finals, or The Superbowl. Yes it's that big and important, but on an international level making it even more exciting.

Let's talk about this year's Tour:

July 4-26, 21 race days and only 2 rest days.

2,149 miles in 21 days!

10 flat stages (no climbing where the sprinters shine), 7 mountain climbing stages, 1 medium mountain stage.

2 individual time trial stages (race against the clock, alone), 1 team time trial stage (race against the clock with team).

20 mountain passes will be climbed, some days will have multiple passes.

Yellow jersey is the leader of the race, can stay the same or change daily depending on time.

Green jersey is the sprinter's jersey, indicating the fastest man on two wheels. Top stage finishers earn points towards jersey.

Polka Dot jersey is the King Of The Mountains, which is the best climber. Points are earned on climbs towards jersey.

White jersey is the best youngest rider (under 26). Earned by time in general classification.

Did I mention Lance Armstrong is back? Yeah, he's kind of a big deal in cycling, having won the Tour de France oh 7 times in the past. To me the race hasn't quite been the same with out him and it's just magic watching him race. Plus as an added bonus, he's on Twitter sharing with his followers through out the day. Twitter has completely changed the race for me, making it much more exciting. I am able to chat with people around the world and also have an insider's perspective from Lance, George, Levi, and Johan (Team Astana's manager). There are many other cyclists, teams, and announcers on Twitter just go take a peek they are easy to find.

I can't quite explain what it's like to watch the Tour every morning. My heart races, I smile, I worry, if it's raining I cover my eyes a lot in fear of crashes, and I love the thrill of the race. With cycling you never know what a stage will turn out, an unexpected break away or drop out. Tuning in everyday I know I'll see an amazing group of athletes facing defeat, fatigue, and pulling from the depths of their character to cross that finish line.

Oh and this view doesn't hurt either:
Right now Lance is in a tie for first place. I can't quite recall this ever happening in the Tour in the last ten years, maybe once involving Floyd Landis in 2006. Lance isn't currently in yellow, Fabian Cancellara is and boy is he a power house. Both are racing incredibly strong. I'm sure this won't be my last Tour post in the next few weeks, hope you find the time to tune into Versus and catch some coverage. Beware, you may just become a fan of cycling.  

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Bringing Back The Drop By...

I remember clearly from my childhood family and friends that were notorious for the early Saturday morning drop by. On some occasions I still laugh thinking of my mom in her pink plush robe racing to get put together from the moment an unexpected car pulled up, until the doorbell rang. The water would be put on, tea would be poured, a fresh hard roll would be buttered, and conversation would roll like thunder, for hours.

I definitely joke with my friends about random drop by's being a lost part of our culture. We've become much more accustomed to scheduling, which I don't have a problem with. I feel nostalgic for drop by's, I don't quite know why. Recently I was driving with a carload of my friends to celebrate a birthday, when one of our friends said, "yeah my house is the fifth in from the corner drop by anytime". I quickly joked back, "now you know the drop by is extinct don't you". We all laughed. In some ways it's true and in others the drop by is not extinct.

We can bring the drop by back.

But what does this mean for me? If I am notorious for having a messy house through out the day. Sometimes the day spills into night and even the next day. I can't quite explain it. I love a well kept home, but I have to admit I am not neurotic about keeping my house immaculate. It's a work in progress. A notion I better take seriously if I am inviting my friends to just drop on by.

After I wrote a post in April about friendships, I've actually had an influx of drop by's. I think just putting out the idea to people, letting them know it's okay to come by and visit changes people's feelings about always scheduling in advance. One of my friends called me at 8:30 one night, after our hellos, she said oh and I'm sitting out front can I come in? I made a pot of tea and we ate Italian cookies. Just the other night, I convinced a friend to get ice cream with me at 8:15pm, on a whim (well it was a fundraiser). She indulged me, with her sweaty work out clothes and all. Yeah, us!

I know we can bring the drop by back!

For me, I have to work on keeping the house presentable (not immaculate). Oh and a good batch of sun tea in the refrigerator. Maybe even some special cookies in the cabinet above the refrigerator to share during a drop by visit. Doesn't it feel fun, the notion of being out and about, in the neighborhood of a friend and just popping in for a glass of tea?

Let movement start friends, don't let drop by's become extinct.