This comment started my day off right.

Comment by Becky:
Thursday, November 5th 2009 at 8:23 am Edit

Are you STILL hungover? Come back! I decided I’m no longer a fan of this “break” thing.

And just for the record…NO, I am not still hungover.

To be honest, blogging started to feel more like a chore. I decided to focus on real life fun instead. It worked. I’m having lots of fun and am in a really good place. But I miss you guys.

Expect me to post more regularly now.

Thanks Becky…and although we’ve never met in person, I adore you. Thanks for the inspiring comment that made me smile.

To all my other readers: THANK YOU for all of your support. It makes me love your guts. (Ewwww, that’s kind of gross.)

Lots of xo’s!!!

See you soon.

I spent yesterday afternoon celebrating a couple of birthdays on the golf course. We’re starting an annual tradition….a scramble golf tournament. With just a few of us.  Yesterday was proof that this would be a success and it was a blast. Here are a few photos of my adventure identifying what I like. Starting with: I like a day on a course.

I like the sun.

I like the beach.

I like a good view.

I like friends who cut off my head.

The end.

And for those who care, we shot 2 under par and we played 9 holes at Old Mill Golf Course.

My dinner on Friday night:

My dinner on  Saturday night:

And while spaghetti may seem elementary, the sauce was made from scratch. Elle, my 10 year old, and I experimented instead doing the usual…popping open a jar of vodka sauce.

It was good. It involved sauteed onions and garlic, Italian seasoning, a can of tomato sauce, tomato paste, cream cheese, beef broth and milk. The last few ingredients were in an attempt to save what we started. And it worked.

Honestly, it sucked at first so we scrambled to find ingredients in the house to use. (Side note: I need to go to the grocery store. We had very few options to throw in.) And by sucked I mean it tasted like Chef Boyardee Spaghetti O’s. Elle was smart enough to be resourceful and read the ingredients in our jarred sauce to think of ideas. Without her, I’d starve get sick of apples and peanut butter.

So don’t go sending me fancy cookbooks. I’m not ready for that step. Plus after eating in so much this weekend, I’m ready to explore the restaurant scene again. Clearly that means, “Watch out Porcupine, here we come!”

Upside: Cooking with Elle was fun. I’d categorized that as some good quality time together.