CreativeProKat: August 2012

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

August Photo Challenge Day 22: Home

Most of the time when I refer to "home" I'm talking about where I currently live here in Georgia. Often I refer to Boston, where I spent nearly 15 years. And sometimes, I'm referring to where I grew up: New Jersey.

There are many things that remind me of home. Smells (lilacs drenched our back yard with their perfume every spring, steam heat invokes cold winter mornings, pot roast had a way of filling our house for Sunday dinner), and foods (pizza! bagels!) are the top of the list. There is one food about which I had completely forgotten....

I was grocery shopping in GA recently when THIS little gem caught my eye. If you're from New Jersey or spent any significant time there you know what this is. It brought be right back to my childhood home.

I'm not certain how many times I've ordered a "Taylor Ham, Egg and Cheese on a bagel" at a diner (Tiffany Diner, or Dakota Diner were the usual suspects) but I can tell you I haven't had one since I lived there (which was 1994). I cannot wait to sink my teeth into one this weekend. Now if only there were decent bagels here.

How about you? What reminds you of home?

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

August Photo Challenge Day 21: Cool

A cool and refreshing post-workout, Blueberry-Blackberry-Banana Smoothie for breakfast.

August Photo Challenge Day 19: Hole

We were about to open the garage to go somewhere when we noticed a stone had fallen, leaving a hole behind.

Less concerned about the hole than we are about the rocks falling at unpredictable times (this is the second one to fall). HOA is definitely going to hear about this one....

DISCLAIMER: Any damage you see to our garage door happened prior to us moving there. We rent.

August Photo Challenge Day 18: Inside

I have yet to meet a dog that doesn't hate to get inside the bathtub. Fenway goes in voluntarily but she makes it clear she is not thrilled about it!

**It should be noted that the border on this photo make the tub look filthy. It is squeaky clean here, I promise. (After the bath? Not so much. But I cleaned it!)

August Photo Challenge Day 17: Faces

Goofballs. That's us.

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

As children, my brother and sister and I learned to fear the wooden spoon! And, truthfully, we are all the better for it. I'm sure we can each count on one hand the amount of times we were actually spanked. Just the threat of it shook us into obedience no matter where we were! "If you don't behave the wooden spoon is coming out when we get home!" I shudder at the thought!

Additionally, the wooden spoon represented home-cooked meals - we had several of these in our kitchen and they were all well-used and loved (except for the occasional above-mentioned events.) Today this is the only use for it in my home, since it's just me and my husband and our dog. This one stirs a lot of soups and stir fries. This one is well-used and loved.