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Maple Pumpkin Waffle Topping

Stickers are the new thing.

My kiddos tend to go through phases of entertainment that have ranged from bowling to the countries of Africa.

These days, it’s stickers.

I’m the mom who feels guilty about business trips and thus tries to buy her children’s love and forgiveness with trinkets and candy. Interestingly enough, this tactic works well with Matty B, too.

So, in addition to Trader Joes treats (let’s be real- these were for me) and a couple of pillow pets, I also brought home some stickers.

Specifically for my little princess, a booklet that allows you to accessorize other princesses.

Naturally, Miss Rae went to town. Please allow me to introduce you to some princesses that you might not know exist…


Princess I’m Scared And Maybe It’s Because My Eyelashes Are On The Insides Of My Eyes


Princess I’ve Got A Wad Of Skoal In My Cheek


And my personal favorite, Princess Heterochromia Who Happens To Be Growing A Bejeweled Goatee

Of course, J Man had to join the party and beautify his own princess…


You can never have too many jewels.

I’m not much of a jewelry fan myself, but I feel the exact same way about pumpkin.


You can never have too much pumpkin.

Dinner tonight was TJ’s Pumpkin Waffle mix, veggie sausages and apple slices. When J Man heard me telling Matty B what the menu was, he cheered!

I guess I didn’t need to waste my money on pillow pets- all he wants is pumpkin waffles!


The waffles were good. Anything from TJ’s is.

But my topping was the best part.

2 TBS pumpkin purée
1 TBS almond butter
1 TBS real maple syrup
1 TBS almond milk
Sprinkle of cinnamon

Whisk together and microwave about 90 seconds, stirring in 30 second increments.


Topped with this yummy combination and a handful of chopped apple, this dinner kept my mouth full.

Not full of Skoal, full of waffle.

Just to be clear.

Kure Juice Bar Review

Today I was driving back from my PDX conference with a co-worker.

In his cup holder, a large Pepsi.

In my cup holder, this:


Apple, kale, pineapple and cilantro (which was a surprisingly delightful combination!)

I wanted to take a photo of the two opposite sides of the beverage spectrum, but I didn’t want to be rude (so I’m splashing it all over my blog instead:).

Kure is a juice bar in Portland, one outlet conveniently located directly across the street from my hotel.


You can get smoothies, juices or acai bowls and I’m mad that I didn’t try Kure until 5 minutes before we left town.


If you look real close, you can see Pepsi dude’s back. And from here on out, he will forever be known as Pepsi dude. Also, it was really nice of him to wait in line with me when all he really wanted to do was go to Taco Bell.


In addition to my green juice, I also got a smoothie. It was called The Little Wing (which I actually don’t understand) and it was delicious! Banana, almond butter, maca, agave nectar, cacao nibs and coconut water. It kind of reminded me of my favorite cacao seduction smoothie (did I mention that The Garden went out of business!?! I knew it!)

Best of all, after a couple of days full of “splurge” food and very little exercise (Portland, why must you rain all the time? I just wanted one outdoor run!) these beverages made me feel a little more virtuous and a little less “chipotle” (which is a new way of saying “so full that the only thing I have energy for is a nap”)

Also, Pepsi dude?

Pepsi is just like battery acid.

WIAW: PDX style

I’m in my beloved Portland for a conference. I miss my family. The complimentary coffee is pretty bad, and if I hear the words “web strategy” or “content collaboration” again, I will scream.

Also, bonus points to anyone who knows what API, CMS, or MOOC stands for. And don’t think I’ll give you any hints because I don’t know what they mean either.

But the food? Oh, the food. I do love my Portland food.

Today, for What I Ate Wednesday, some thoughts on food in Portland.

Thought #1: Conference breakfasts aren’t always awful.


Don’t get me wrong. There was a bevy of breakfast meats and pastries on display. However, at the end of the buffet was a big pot of Bob’s Red Mill steel cut oats, strawberries and caramelized pecans. Delicious.

Thought #2: I’m not the only one who takes pictures of the food I eat.


Coffee and treats with my friend, Gabs at my absolute favorite Crema. I love love their Spanish latte.

Thought #3: When inviting a friend to lunch, you should always choose someone who likes the same flavors you do so that you can share.



Blossoming Lotus~ we shared the Fig/Brie sandwich and the Thai wrap. We loved both, but the Fig/Brie sandwich was the ultimate winner.

Thought #4: Best fall drink I’ve had yet this season=Pumpkin Chai latte


Also, the best accompaniment to a Pumpkin Chai latte is gossip with a good friend:)

Thought #5: You shouldn’t even step into a dressing room to try on patterned leggings after eating an enormous Chipotle bowl.

You will regret it.

Bad news? I’m. Uncomfortably. Full.

Good news? No patterned leggings.

She & Him, 42/52



A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2014

She: At preschool, in the “sensory table”~

Him: Hipster (play) glasses~

Thursday Thoughts, XVIII

1. Miss Rae’s preschool is awesome.



They got to make applesauce yesterday and she loved it, but apparently OD’d on it because for a snack this afternoon she requested “apple, no sauce”…

2. My aunt Pam pitied us with our sad little watermelon…


Remember this?

And she brought us a GIANT delicious watermelon from her garden.



It’s so good and it’s that last little reminder of summer…

3. My co-workers got me a headlamp for my birthday.


Headlamp selfie.

I love it because I feel so much safer now when I run in the early mornings. Also, this 100% trumps last year’s gift from them which was a block of tofu with sticks and leaves stuck in it…

4. I had 7 child-free, work-free hours to myself this morning. Angels were singing. In case you were wondering, this is what I can accomplish in 7 CF/WF hours:

1. 55 minutes of yoga
2. 5 loads of laundry (washed, dried, folded, put away)
3. 10 toenails painted
4. 2 episodes of Giada deLaurentis
5. 1 Facebook post
6. 1 amazing spinach, raspberry, banana smoothie
7. 2 loads of dishes
8. 4 rooms vacuumed
9. 2 rooms dusted
10. 4 miles, run
11. 1 refrigerator cleaned out
12. 3 sets of bed sheets changed
13. 1479 pieces of watermelon eaten

It was a very productive morning!

5. Are the following cookies inappropriate to take to a Christian school for snack?


They look adorable (and delicious) (and easy), but I don’t want someone mad at me because they’re kinda “halloweeny”. Also, is “halloweeny” a word?

Cinnamon Chip Blondies

FYI: I’m a really good mom.

There’s a very popular kid’s gymnastics class at the university. This summer, whenever we would walk by the gym, J Man and Miss Rae would longingly crane their necks, looking at the boys and girls whose mommies loved them enough to sign up for Kidnastics.

So I talked to the program coordinator and she said, “The Kidnastics moms are crazy. On registration day, line up early.”

Registration opened at 9 am. I got in line at 7:15. I was number 12 in line. I waited for 2+ hours and paid a large sum of money so my kids know that their mommy loves them.




And so they owe me, right?

Today was the first cold, rainy day we’ve had this fall. I needed something warm and sweet.


J Man wanted chocolate chip cookies. Sorry, dude. We’re out of chocolate chips. Matty B, what do you know about this?

Miss Rae wanted sparkle glitter cookies (her current favorite color being sparkle glitter) but the only sparkle glitter we possess is in the form of Christmas decorations and it’s just too soon.

Could we also mention (being that it was the first cold, rainy day this fall) that the only activity that sounded appealing to my children was going outside and jumping on the trampoline.

I did not want to go outside. Cold. Rainy. Enough said.

I even pulled out the play doh. These are drastic measures because I almost hate cleaning up play doh more than I hate being cold.



All of this to say, sometimes I come first. Sometimes I get what I want.


And I wanted Cinnamon Chip Blondies. And maybe it was because they were sick of eating play doh, but the king and queen loved the Blondies and in turn, proclaimed their love for me.

And sure enough, that pushed me over the edge.


And I braved the cold with my coat and fuzzy socks and slippers and coffee.


FYI: I’m a really good mom.

Slow and Steady Wins the Race: Walla Walla 1/2 Marathon Recap

To be clear, I didn’t win but I did finish!

There were a number of cards stacked against me on this race, the most significant being that I was at work until 1:30 am the night (morning?) before.

Proof? This is what I was doing at 2:02 am, trying to get my brain settled down from a crazy night of volleyball/soccer tournaments.


You’ll notice that I won. Also, Subway is pretty adamant on their bacon opinions.

I had my clothes all laid out the night before, so even though I wasn’t asleep until 2:30, my 7 am wake-up call wasn’t too harsh.


1/2 cup of coffee with almond milk and a couple spoonfuls of oatmeal with hemp hearts, cacao nibs and chia seeds was all that I could stomach.

Right before I left, J Man said, “Will you win this race?”

“Probably not,” I answered, “but I will finish!”

“Oh,” he responded, obviously disappointed. “When will you win?”

I guess I should’ve shown him my solitaire skills.

Apparently 7 am was cutting it a little close. By the time I parked, used the bathroom and found the starting line, they were counting down “10-9-8-7…”

And we were off! At least I didn’t have time to sit around and get cold.


I took my first ever running selfie at mile 3. I ran the first three miles sans music, just being in the moment.

At mile 3 I listened to my friends Joy and Traci gab away on the Joy the Baker podcast. They got me through to mile 9 where I switched over to loud music. Loud music makes me run faster.

My 1/2 marathon playlist:

Best Day Of My Life, American Authors
Til I Collapse, Eminem
Sour Cherry, The Kills
Roar, Katy Perry
Radioactive, Imagine Dragons
Happy, Pharrell Williams
I’m All About That Bass, Im The One
Brave, Sara Bareilles

And then my phone died at mile 11. And I was scared. By this time there were a lot of people waaaaay ahead of me and a few people behind me and I felt alone.

And then someone yelled “Way to go, Holley!” (Or something like that).

It was my dad:) He was parked along the side of the course and just hearing that one shout of encouragement gave me enough oomph to go those last few miles.

As I got closer to the finish line, I could hear it before I could see it. And I got really emotional! I had been training for what seemed like so long and I was so tired and this was really hard…and then it was going to be all over. I had to purposely stop thinking about this “journey” (I hate that phrase, but it fits the best) because it was choking me up and making it hard to breathe.


And just like that it was over.


I did it! The official results aren’t posted yet, but I think I was between 2.10-2.20.


As soon as I saw these little cheerleaders I lost it. Luckily, they were too distracted by their (my) pretzels to notice.

Some final thoughts on the WW 1/2:

1. The course was well marked. There were 4 aid stations with water, Gatorade, and Gu. In general, great race.

2. I almost got hit by a car. Around mile 12.5, a volunteer directing traffic (wearing official garb and holding a giant stop sign) waved me across the street but a car ignored her stop sign and almost crashed into me. She would’ve if I hadn’t stopped short. Yikes.

3. My two goals were a) to finish and b) to run the whole way. I accomplished both of those goals, (I walked through water stations) but I think I could’ve been faster. I was so worried (based on poor sleep the night before) that I was going to hit a wall, so I kept checking my pace, seeing 9.33 or 9.45 and forcing myself to slow down.

4. Afterward I felt pretty nauseous. Is this normal? I really didn’t want to eat anything until about 5 hours later when I craved ketchup (probably for the salt) and satisfied that craving at Walla Walla’s very own greasy spoon, Clarette’s. So good.


Thanks to my mom, dad and Aunt Pam for coming out and cheering me on!

Thanks to Matty B for babysitting for hours while I ran 10-11-12 milers on Sundays.

Thanks to Unk C for really wanting to eat Clarette’s with me.

Thanks to J Man for believing that I could win:)


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