Sunday, July 25, 2010

weekend's end.

Grateful today for:

Quality time with my parents. I may be 30 years old, but I appreciate the folks coming into town for a visit just as much as I did back in college. After a morning nursing my pup yesterday (slight complications post surgery, meh) it was such a welcome break to have an afternoon/evening perusing antique stores, buying cool snacks, picking out fabrics, and eating fresh tacos at Tienda Y Taqueria.

Completed home projects. Well, at least PARTIALLY completed home projects. I'm terrible at making decisions, and even when I've MADE the decision I often still feel like I need a nod of approval from my creative genius mother. Then I usually need her to assist me executing the vision. OK, to be fair...often I wind up assisting HER, but oh well. The important thing is that the cheap lamp base with the great shape but ugly paint job that I've begrudgingly toted from house to house is now a solid glossy turquoise and will soon have a nice new fabric covered drum shade.

French fries. And...this may surprise many Oxford townies, but...Old Venice. I had lunch there with my parents today (and dinner with some friends in town who wanted to eat there last month), and both times my meal and overall experience were....honestly, kind of flawless. Today was especially good. My mom and I shared the Mad Italian panini (thinly shaved ham, salami, pepperoni, provolone, pepperoncini peppers, and marinara) and the Tuscan Roasted Vegetable Panini (not positive on the details, but I know it involved roasted portobello mushrooms, squash, zucchuni, red peppers, pesto, and maybe bleu cheese crumbles). Both were fantastic, and the best part...we thought we substituted fries on the side for salads, but discovered when our plates arrived that the salads were an AND and not an OR. Good mistake (though perhaps not from a health perspective), since these shoestring fries were amazing. Perfectly crisp on the outside, soft on the inside, with juuust the right amount of seasoning. Mmmm. Fries.

My Boys. It's a little goofy (maybe a lot goofy) but it's nice and it's fluffy and it makes me laugh. Nice way to ease into a work week.

A pup who (for the moment at least) is peacefully snoozing and not doing any number of things which tend to result in stitches breaking and blood on Mom's carpet. Sweet guy...

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

i love my dog.

A few months ago I noticed a strange bump on my dog Charlie's forehead, just over one eye. At first I assumed he'd run into something (he tends to do that when he's really excited, which is often). When the bump was still there a few days later, I had a vet check it out. She essentially told me to watch it for a few days and if it was still there she'd have to sedate him in order to take a needle aspirate...even though he'd quite calmly taken four different shots on his last trip there.

After being in denial about the bump for awhile, I finally took Charlie to a new vet yesterday, where I was blissfully NOT made to feel guilty for my dog being large and unruly and where it didn't seem that everything was ridiculously overpriced (that's another story). The new vet was troubled by the bump and felt it best to go ahead and remove it and have it checked out. One toenail trim (including fixing and caring for an ingrown toenail), one physical exam, one annual heartworm shot, one sedation, one needle aspirate, one mass removal, and six months worth of Heartguard and Frontline later, I was presented with my banged up but lump free dog, a full explanation in normal person guilt-free and non-salesman language from a much liked vet, and a bill that was just under the cost of a physical exam, two shots, and the same meds from previous vet. Needless to say, Charlie and I have found a better vet.

My poor pup looks like he's been in a fight with Mike Tyson AND his tiger, and it's likely that the bump contained something nasty and unhealthy (think the C word), but even if that turns out to be the case, it feels great to have him back home with the scary stuff gone. I really, really love this guy.

Today I'm grateful for:

The companionship of my best (albeit canine) friend and the knowledge that I've done what's necessary to keep him healthy.

Organized bills and recycling (two things that often tend to take over my space).

Successful attempts at new recipes.

A Coke over ice. Yeah, this doesn't sound like anything big, but I drink, on average, around 24 sodas per year...so a cold Coke to me is akin to candy.

Parents, grandparents and a sister who are always there for me with sympathy, encouragement and support.

Sunday, July 18, 2010

fried chicken and smokey and the bandit.

A few things I've been grateful for over the course of the weekend:

A lazy rainy Friday night in. It's been awhile since I've been able to just sink into my couch, take a deep breath, and do...not much of anything. I truly am so grateful to serve as a bed and breakfast for an endless stream of family and good friends from out of town, but every now and then it's nice to have a few precious weekend hours to myself.

The opportunity to represent my University. You know you're in the right job when you have to come in on Saturday and you don't mind a bit, since the work load consists of hanging out in the Grove and at the Student Union talking up Ole Miss and snagging free lunch (even though I was so busy gabbing I never got around to the lunch part).

The Oxford Square. After my stint at "work," I headed up to the Square to check out the Oxford Maker's Market. There really just isn't anything like the Square...artists selling their wares on one side, small kids giddily gobbling up mountains of frozen yogurt and toppings on the other. Dogs dragging their owners along for a walk. Pretty coeds in tee shirts with messy ponytails and buns, foreign tourists snapping photos of the Courthouse, relaxed conversations between friends over coffee above it all on the Square Books balcony.

A slow morning with hot coffee in hand and rain outside the window.

Homemade fried chicken and Smokey and the Bandit. Hard not to love homemade fried chicken, but it was even better in combination with a movie that transported me a bit to another time and place and made me remember how it felt to be a young kid in the South. What a great evening...

Friday, July 16, 2010

grove recipe test number one.



Yeah. Expect to eat this if you stop by the Shoals Grove tent this football season. Heck, expect to eat this the next time you invite me over for a dinner party or come to eat at my house. I'm obsessed.

I found this recipe for Orzo with Tomatoes, Feta and Dill on Epicurious.com (click here for the full recipe) and decided to give it a spin for dinner tonight. So simple and easy! Only eight ingredients, including three you probably already have in your kitchen (olive oil, salt and pepper). Throw in a little lemon zest in addition to the title ingredients and those above, and voila...perfect hot weather pasta. I threw in some black olives just for a little something extra, but I don't think they were necessarily needed.

Now...suggestions on a good entree to go along with this?

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

gratitude for america.

There's no denying that our country isn't exactly experiencing the best of times. Here, though, is the fascinating and miraculous thing about US. We can be in the middle of sluggish and unclear wars, frustrating and nerve-wracking recessions, and a bitterly divisive political climate...but when Independence Day rolls around, or the World Cup, or the Olympics...well, then, I can't imagine a people more enthusiastic about their homeland than we are. It seems that the worse things are, the better we as a people become at recognizing what we DO have.

This weekend, obviously, I couldn't help but think about what it is that makes me grateful to be an American citizen. Thankfully I was provided with a few examples:

Barbecue. Simple as that.

School pride. Nowhere else in the world will an alma mater be all it takes for you to bond with a complete stranger.

Sweet tea on screened in porches. This one might be a little regional, but it's still absolutely American.

Road trips, playlists, convenience store junk food.

Country music. Sometimes it can drive me crazy, but this weekend the combo of a porch swing, a cold beer, and Garth Brooks singing Callin' Baton Rouge on the stereo was sheer perfection.

A bunch of young kids on a boat at dusk in Alabama, waiting on the fireworks show to start and entertaining themselves by blasting and singing along with No Sleep 'Till Brooklyn.

Friday, July 2, 2010

Flo Town Bound.

Good things today include:

A nice long sunny drive. Good music, good scenery (mostly) and time to THINK. Plus, there's something about crossing the Tennessee River into Florence that just makes me feel all warm and rosy about my hometown...dusky pinkish purplish light reflecting off the bluffs, last bits of sun shimmering on the water, city lights sparkling on the other side of the bridge...simply a great start to the holiday weekend.

Treating myself to a thoroughly unhealthy breakfast from Bottletree Bakery on my way to work. Probably not the BEST idea going into a weekend requiring swimsuit wear each day, but daaaaaarn was that honey cream cheese danish good...

The opportunity to catch UP a little at work. So satisfying to actually get up to date on a few things and not leave for the weekend knowing there's a teetering pile of work waiting on me come Tuesday.

A sliced tomato with salt and pepper from my Grampa's garden. Ahhh, summer.

Arriving at my parents' fabulous, beautiful and comfortable home with a couple of fun days ahead of me. It's always good to be home with family.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

a little less humidity.

Today I am thankful for...

The LAST day of the LAST freshman orientation until August. I desperately need some catching up and getting ahead time before Fall classes start!

Freshly pedicured toesies, even if my strict budget means I have to do it myself. I feel so much cleaner with a pedicure, and bright summer coral makes me happy.

A little less suffocating humidity...it was bordering on COOL outside when I took Charlie out this morning, and made for a great start to the day.

The prospect of a long weekend around the corner...and even better, a Fourth of July weekend. In my neck of the woods, the Fourth is just as big as Christmas. It usually involves chicken stew (weird, I know, but it's a Shoals area tradition), a pool, boats and wave runners on Wilson Lake and Shoals Creek, and a big huge fireworks show accompanied by a medley of cheesy American favorites (hellloooo, Lee Greenwood) on the water.

Pulling up to my place after work to find Charlie smiling at me from the patio door.