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Since Friday I’ve been at a loss for how to be and what to do in the face of such an unreal tragedy.
Every news report brings me to tears, every moment of joy in my own life has been followed by a moment of pause and grief and remembrance for the families that are aching for loved ones lost.
I found THIS post in my inbox this morning and thought that the sentiment was perfect.
I know why time is going at warp speed:
I blinked and lost the last half of last week. So I really wanted to kinda lolly-gag through the weekend.
I made cupcakes. The 30th of October marks your birthday and I was thinking of you. We are all always thinking of you.
You come up often and unexpectedly and sometimes in places that surprise me… pleasantly.
We share many laughs; I know you won’t mind that lots of them are at your expense because it’s in the most endearing and cherished sort of way.
Like when we talk about you puttering around in that old diesel Mercedes that you could hear coming from 32 miles away. How you permanently had that small styrofoam cup of lukewarm coffee glued to your right hand, and you’d have us shift the gears for you from the shearling covered passenger seat so you didn’t have to set that precious coffee down. I always wondered what you did when we weren’t in the car… one of life’s great mysteries, I suppose.
We still think it’s hilarious that you fell asleep on the sofa every night with a newspaper spread across your chest and the TV volume set at it’s highest level while you waited for mom to come home from work. And as soon as we crept down the hall and depressed the button to adjust the volume your eyes would fly open and you’d exclaim, “Hey!! I was watching that!!” Sometimes we’d point out that actually you were sleeping, to which you always responded, “No. I was just resting my eyes.”
We laugh about your cream-of-weird-soup-covered-pork-chops that I think was maybe the only meal you ever knew how to cook, and the time that you made Lindsey and I sit at the dinner table until the middle of the night because we refused to eat canned creamed corn. Whenever I hear one of my children tap out that ting ting ting sound the spoon makes when they are determined to get that last bit of cereal or ice cream from a bowl, I think of you eating oatmeal and mom rolling her eyes.
I remember sneaking onto car lots in the dark to get a close-up look at the reeeeally cool stuff without the salesmen asking us questions.
And how sometimes you’d go to the grocery store for orange juice and be gone for an eternity because there is not one shred of peace to be found in a house full of five children, at least 3 dogs and a revolving door of kitty cats. Also… we know you talked to Ali Cat at night while you washed the dishes when you thought we were sleeping.
It still makes my heart smile to think about when I lived far away and mom would put you on the phone, and you’d keep asking me silly pointless small-talky questions because you didn’t want me to hang up just yet.
Michael still rocks your aviator sunglasses. Spencer eats ice cream for breakfast because he’s determined to gain a little weight and maybe one day fill out that worn old leather bomber jacket.
So anyway… I made these double chocolate buttermilk cupcakes. We are thinking of you.
I realize it looks sort of like I’m trying to manhandle my children in this photo. I really only wanted them to stand with me in a picture without making weird faces. But they are 9 and 12. So that’s pretty much not happening.
We planned on corn-mazing it in the daylight, but when we got there they were setting up for the haunted corn maze set to start after dark.
So we fueled up on caffeine and went back. It was totally worth the wait.
What did you do this weekend? Are you having lots of fall kinda fun?
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Just a quick little note to let you all know that I FINALLY got Sugar Dish Me up and running again… thank you for your patience!
You might have missed the post on Whole Wheat Strawberry Muffins… it sort of got lost in the shuffle. And just so you know, those muffins are delicious.
The About page has been updated, along with Recipes. If you are looking for something and can’t find it, the search bar is handy, all of the previously posted recipes have traveled with me, and comments are welcome! The About page also includes updated contact information, in case you have a question about something you’ve seen here.
I also finally broke down and set up a Sugar Dish Twitter account. Follow me. HELLLLP me.
To sum all this up, thank you thank you thank you for reading Sugar Dish Me. If something is missing or isn’t working properly, please let me know. Suggestions are welcome, as are requests— is there something you want to see here? Tell me!!!
Oh- one more thing: We should all take cues from this girl. (thank you to my sister for the constant stream of internet awesomeness)
One year ago today I started Sugar Dish Me.
At least I think it was one year ago today. What had happened was… Sugar Dish actually started out on another host site. I hated it. So I managed to wrap my technologically challenged brain around migrating my material here. But when I got here, sugardish.com was not an available URL. Figures. In my opinion, naming a blog is completely difficult. Like naming a book before you write it. Or naming your car before you drive it. Or naming your puppy before it ever licks your face. But naming your blog is the very freaking first thing you’re asked to do. So I was sitting there in front of my dinosaur desktop computer (velociraptor to be exact, complete with a very annoying high-pitched, consistent whining noise and a tendency to sneak attack), the one that my children have long since sent up in a puff of Minecraft smoke, with all of my recipes and poor attempts at writing in total LIMBO, while I tried to rename my blog.
I am sooooo creative that I added “Me” onto the end of “Sugar Dish”, and whaddoyaknow, that URL was available! Probably because it sucks.
At the time I really wasn’t very worried about it because I honestly didn’t think very many people would be inclined to see what I have to say, or read what I have to write besides, you know, my mom and my sisters and the ever-faithful Shasta-Cola. But here I am one year later with 180-some loyal followers and more daily traffic than I ever expected.
I know that by “professional blog standards”, 180 readers might not be much. But MY 180 readers are AWESOME.
This post is to express my deepest gratitude to those of you that left thoughtful comments on crappy photos I took with my cell phone camera. Heartfelt thanks to all of you that read my rambling nonsense thrice weekly and decide not to judge me when I freak out at the grocery store. Hugs to those of you that did judge me and then kept it to yourselves. Because sometimes I’m a loose cannon.
Thank you, thank you, thank you to those of you that consistently visit and comment and interact and lend me your eyeballs day after day.
Thank you for giving me recipes.
And thanks for making mine.
I reeeeeally like it when your likes and comments are numbered in my notifications as soon as I log in to Facebook. If you would like to stay updated on goodies that don’t make it to my blog, or see photos of my tiny kitty with her head stuffed in my water glass, you can follow me on Instagram. It’s super fun. So if you follow me here and there, then thanks for that, too.
Thanks for tolerating my nonsensical blog name… because I’m already this far in. No going back now.
One year ago today I would not have ever guessed that I would make so many friends. Friends that send happy birthday wishes. Friends that sympathize when my kids have a bad day or get on my nerves. Friends that appreciate my neverending sarcasm and sour sort of humor. Friends that encourage and share and say just the most exactly right things. I love you all – I really, really do.