Long division will be the death of me

Via

I really don’t like numbers. And I definitely don’t like math. Which is totally awesome now that Mike and I tutor once a week and my students have math homework up the wazoo that I’m supposed to help them with every. single. week.

How do I say this mildly…

I don’t know how to do it.

Last week my student wanted to sit upstairs. (My worst fear – it’s far away from all the other tutors - aka – people who know what they’re doing.) We sat down on a bench talking about how apparently I've been living under a rock because I don't play soccer and how all the fish in Florida look like Nemo from Finding Nemo, when he pulls out his worksheet from his red backpack and I spot none other than LONG DIVISION.

Panic immediately sets in. I whip out my phone, telling my student I’m just checking the weather – what? – and I Google “long division for dummies.”

I don't know what to write about

Lately, I can’t figure out what for the life of me to write on this blog. I just want to take a little set of tweezers and pluck out that little blinking line that mocks me every time I stare at a blank post willing my mind to think of something brilliant to type.

So today, I have chosen to write just that: I don’t know what to write about and I literally want to kill that little blinking line.

I’ll be back when I do.

(Know what to write about that is – not kill the line.)

Overnight Egg Bake

Over the years I've learned it's always good to have a solid egg bake recipe in your back pocket for when guest come to visit. I've made a handful of different ones, but I have finally found my go-to. This recipe was super simple to prep beforehand, and because of the goat cheese and prosciutto, it's pretty impressive. I made a second one of these for a brunch we hosted, but switched out the prosciutto for bacon and the provolone for sharp cheddar, and it was just as delicious. Using this as a base, you could pretty much switch it up with whatever you have on hand. 

Ingredients

14 to 18 slices English muffin bread
4 oz. prosciutto 
5 oz. crumbled goat cheese
8 oz. shredded provolone cheese 
1/4 c. chopped green onions
Dried basil, sprinkled liberally on each layer
6 large eggs 
2 c. 1 percent
1 T. Dijon mustard
1/2 tsp. salt 
1/2 tsp. ground black pepper
3 T. unsalted butter, melted

Prep a 9″ x 13″ baking dish with cooking spray. Line the bottom of the dish with a layer of bread, then top with half the prosciutto, goat cheese, provolone and half of the green onions. Then liberally sprinkle on the dried basil. Top with a second layer of bread slices, adding the remaining prosciutto, goat cheese, provolone, green onions and basil. Cut remaining bread slices into 1/4″ cubes and sprinkle on top.

Whisk eggs, milk, mustard, salt, and pepper in a medium bowl. Pour mixture evenly over the bake,  then drizzle melted butter evenly over the top. Cover and refrigerate overnight.

In the morning, preheat oven to 350°. Uncover the egg bake and let stand at room temperature for 30 minutes. Bake until the center is set, about 55 to 60 minutes.

Recipe adapted from: A Farmgirl's Dabbles

Best. Husband. Ever.

This morning, this  is what I woke up to:

Yes, I have the best husband ever. He's known for his outlandish (but amazing and very welcome on my part) displays of affection to me (like this one). Every morning, Mike kisses me goodbye before he leaves - usually I'm still asleep, and this morning it was 5:30 a.m. - waaay earlier than normal. But lil' old me, I just thought to myself, ahhh and extra hour of sleep! I didn't even stop to consider why he was getting up so early. 


That little picture up there was why. We don't exactly live "next door" to Starbucks (only in my dreams - when we're millionaires, that's the first thing I'm putting in our mansion) so Mike had to get up 40 minutes early just to go pick up my favorite drink and have it waiting for me when I woke up. 


How in the world did I land this guy?

DIY: White Dipped-Dyed Basket

I've been seeing dip-dyed baskets all over the place these days and I love the look. You can purchase them at Wisteria, (the only ones left are tiinny) but I already had a big basket on-hand, so I was determined to figure out a way to DIY these at home. Mike thought I was a little crazy to want to paint our basket - he doesn't always understand what an enormous and amazing change something as simple as a painted basket can do to transform our entire house. It will make such a difference, I tell him. A painted basket is all we need - once we have one, our house and even more so, our lives will be complete!

Yeah, he doesn't really feel the same. 

But - he does understand that his life will be better if I'm busy and have something to think about. Otherwise I'll get busy thinking up projects that he could complete, so he's all for discussing the various ways I can accomplish a DIY that requires effort only on my part. 

When the world ends

Via

The other day I was talking with a friend, when someone they knew stopped by to ask if my friend had found a chance to read a particular article. My friend confessed that, no, he hadn't had a chance to read it, and this person proceeded to launch in to why this article was so interesting and he must, must, MUST read it within the next day.  

This person said the article was about how in the near future (within the next four years to be exact), all American dollars would be worthless. He said the government would announce on television that all American's must exchange their dollars and coins for a new form of money and it would be worth approximately 10 percent of what we had. Then, for those that had invested in gold, sliver and other metals (apparently the "smart" thing to do today), they too would have to exchange it for 10 percent of its worth in the form of this new money because the government wouldn't want them to have a wealth advantage over anyone. Everyone would be poor, China would reign supreme, and there's no hope for anyone. 

My friend smiled and said he'd read it and promised to follow up with him. The person walked away, and my friend laughed and said that'll never happen, people who believe that stuff are crazy.

Truths for Mature Humans

Mother, please excuse the language in this, but I thought this was too funny, and too true not to share.

Via

 Com' on , I guarantee you identify with at least one of them. Crack a smile. 

I feel naked when I don't have my toes painted

I feel naked when I don't have my toes painted. 

Literally - naked.  

I haven't had my toes unpainted in about two years - and before that it had to be about five. Two years ago, over Christmas, I decided to figure out what my toes actually looked like "in the nude"  for more than just the quick polish change I usually do. 

They looked awful. 

I hated it. 

I always wore socks - except in bed (yeech - hate that feeling) so I would jump in and hide them under the covers as fast as I could so I didn't have to see them. It's not that their bad toes - not to brag, but I've actually been complimented quite a few times during a pedi and a latte (My mom says they say that to everyone, but I choose to believe that's just not true) - it's just that I'm not used to seeing them without polish and and I feel like I don't recognize them without it - they're not my toes anymore.