Shift.

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I'm going to pass the hell out. Seriously. Days like today, weeks like this week and the past month has kicked my butt - in regards to headaches. The pain is consuming, but what gets me the most is the fact that my brain is that of a 12 year old. I'm stuttering, spelling things crazy and hormonal to boot. If I could punch someone with no remorse, I would.

From the day my eight year old self came home from school telling Momma that my face was numb, this migraine-bearing woman has had it.

The internet, my friends and the docs say its due to a medication shift. A side effect of recent failed efforts.

So done with this shift.

Loco for pops

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I'm telling you, Popsicle are the new cupcake! It'll be interesting to see how they transform for the winter months. Recently, we enjoyed a Locopop shot at Geer Street Garden. I've gotta say, while the Mango-chili pop was sublime, the shot kicked my butt! Oddly enough, it made me hyper as could be afterwards though.

Maybe the new Popsicle will be chili infused hyper-shots?

Having my cake

New horizons and change are on the way. I'm a super-fan of change, controlled change, that is. As a pre-Mrs gal, I couldn't get enough of the thrill of things being different. From cars to jobs to boys to toys to houses to hair - it was all different at all times.

Then, I met him - the man who painfully endured change only if it was a necessary action. He's set in his ways. It's kind of his thing.

After eight years together something dreadful has happened, his lack of change-love has rubbed off on this once wild-child, fickle redhead. Change these days kind of tweaks me out. Like really tweaks me out.

So, what am I doing about it? Shaking things up and taking on the mother-load of all changes. We'll see who likes change now. I'll share our journey with you soon.

Until then, I'm doing what I do best when I cannot control things - baking a cake, this cake.

Sundays, lovely Sundays

There's one weekly tradition that I will not break - Sunday evening wind down. I've treated Sunday not as the end of the week, but as a day to prepare for the upcoming week since I was in my early teens. I will only break this ritual for family, and even then it might be begrudged.

The house is clean, the laundry complete, lunches made, outfits arranged for the week...all by 5pm Sunday. I'm ready to take on the week and Monday won't know what hit it!

After the weekly chores are complete, Travis and I prepare a meal that is deemed "special" and watch our favorite TV shows. This season, it's True Blood.

In preparation for our upcoming trip to Durham, North Carolina and a planned meal at Toast - I decided to create a few crostini for our "special meal".

Our Sunday night, wind-down crostini:
Pea Pesto: Fresh, but really strong with garlic. Don't know if we'll try this one again.
Mushrooms with Feta: Ehh...needs more flavor. Try again.
Goat Cheese, honey and pepper: Yum! But what isn't good with goat cheese?
Shrimp mosca: Tasty! A little too much garlic for us, but tasty nonetheless.



*Note: I cannot tell you how excited I am to eat at Toast, a place that many of my friends have talked about over the past year. I'm still undecided on what to order, but I'm certain there's a warm goat cheese and honey crostini calling my name!