I’ve been busy not being busy…

The last week at home has been super relaxing! What is it about home that makes you eat way too much and relax more than you should? You would think I would have gotten a post or two in, but yeaaah… doing nothing is harder than it sounds.

I started off seeing the very end of my little bro’s football scrimmage. Ah, he’s so tall and strong now but I still want to grab his cheeks and kiss him! I’m crazy in love and just can’t help it.

The adorable cheerleaders made cake pops. They were only a dollar so we had to get them. 

After the game I had tacos. And then my momma bought ribs. I didn’t want to eat them but the meat was seriously falling off the bone. So super delish.

Tired little football player after a long game and too much food. I want to pinch him.

I saw this with my long time guy friend, who (crossing my fingers) is going to road trip with me back to Napa. It’s pretty cute… go see! 

I also drove for the first time in almost five months. Which should be scary if you know about my lack of driving skills, but I think it has really turned me into a more cautious driver. Maybe? Going over 60 makes me search for cops and I’ve finally started to slow down when I see a yellow light. But, yeaahh… California rolls and constant mirror checking (as in, checking myself in the mirror) have not/will not leave my system.   

Oh! I’ve also been cooking/baking a ton. Actual food post coming soon!

I’m home!

I’m home! The fam bought a new house a few months ago, so it doesn’t feel like “home” just yet. My momma refused to send me any pictures and the google (stalker) search didn’t really answer the important questions- how big is the kitchen and which rooms have the best lighting for my makeup? Also, is there a full length mirror? I’m still trying to figure out the light switches- there’s a ton and none of them seem to do what I want. Where are all the outlets? How about the silverware and cereal bowls? Google, you really need to step it up.

I don’t know about you, but one of my favorite parts of going home is the abundance of food. My refrigerator in San Francisco was… ummm… pathetic? Peanut butter, bread, honey, Nutella, apricot jam and eggs. Oh, and maybe a tomato or arugula on days I felt fancy. Dishes have never really been my thing, so sandwiches and eggs were pretty much my go to meal. I was pretty well fed at work. Why buy produce and protein when I can get misfired salmon/ahi/gnocchi at work?  Thank you restaurant biznass.

Anyways, I haven’t had cereal in like, 5 months. Or leftovers. Or a quesadilla. Easy things, but yeah, they don’t sell just one tortilla at the grocery store. My momma’s fridge and I have been best friends for today and today only. After a week off, I’m getting my behind back to the gym.

Oh, and I can’t wait to hang at the beach! And to see my little bro’s opening day for football!

Here’s his cuteness jumping off the waterfall at our family friend’s casa. I love this kid. He’s so cute and sweet and tall and strong! I’m sure you can tell through the blurriness.