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New Thing!

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I don’t consider myself an expert by any means, and I’m sure there’s plenty of others that do this better than me, but as a full time working mom, I’m pretty proud of the fact that I put a {mostly} healthy home-cooked meal on the table nearly every night.

I went into all of that a little bit in this post but I thought I’d take it a step further…

I decided to start a new thing here on the blog called “What’s For Dinner?“. Since I plan out our week’s meals and do all the grocery shopping in advance, I thought  I’d share our weekly meal plan with you guys! Complete with links to recipes, when applicable. Hopefully you’ll find ideas for recipes and/or your own weekly meal planning.It’s a serious life-saver, sanity-saver & time-saver in my house.

Anyway, go check it out. And while you’re at it, I’m missing dinner for Saturday, so do you have any suggestions??

Just another day at the office…

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So it’s no secret that I love my job. I work with great people and love what I do. I haven’t ever really gone into what I actually do, but here’s the gist: The president of the company I {actually} work for, is the president/CEO of maybe 5 companies total. That man is busy! Anyway, he hired me as a marketing manager to be part of his management team for his businesses. This means, while most of my time is spent for the hunting/outdoor company, there are times he needs my help with his other ventures. It keeps things interesting!

So, anyway, in July, he bought a snack food company. Since then, about half of my time at work has been spent helping coordinate the website redesign, store build out at the new mall location, signage, photoshoots etc. Speaking of photoshoots, my family was asked to model for the photoshoot. HA! Well, Andy was already back at work, so he couldn’t but Ry & I did and I wanted to share the photos.

Ry was a trooper and did a great job. And, a huge, huge thanks to my brother for coming along to help wrangle the kid while I had to do photos without her…you know, with my stand-in husband Steve. {kinda awkward}

Cosmo’s Corn is like caramel corn but a bazillion times better! {And I’m not just saying that because I sort of work for the company.} This stuff is addicting. It’s like crack. {I’m actually eating some right now} But it’s actually not that bad for you either. It’s trans-fat free and gluten-free and since it’s made from corn meal, there’s no kernels! As you can see, Rylee thoroughly enjoyed it too! That girl was so amped by the end of the photo shoot. Anyway, we launched the new website yesterday. It’s a work in progress, we just really needed to get it launched. Plus also? It’s a light-years ahead of what was up there. {See what I did there!? I slay me.}

So, to recap: I love my job. Cosmos Corn owns my face. This project may make me fat. My kid is a rock star. Our pictures are up in the mall. Boom.

And… if you ask real nice, I may be able to hook you up with some Cosmo’s Corn to try. :)

Go ahead…take it for a spin.

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Welcome to my shiny new blog!! What do ya think so far??

Feel free to click around, check things out…kick the ole tires.

Here’s some things you will notice:

1. Our very own URL! We’ve dropped Little Miss Rylee and now we’re “Somewhere in the Middle”. Things have changed since that very first blog post and I’m happy with where we’ve ended up. Don’t worry, there will still be plenty of 3-year-old antics to share!

2. An obvious one is the look. Just keeping it fresh.

3. It’s a work in progress. There will be new (!) things (!) here and there as I get settled in.

Here’s some other things:

1. Andy went back to work on Monday. Summers are never long enough. We’re transitioning back into our school year routine.

2. We’re headed into product launch season at my work…always my favorite time of year, but also the craziest. So, just be prepared for that.

3. Rylee has decided as of the last week that instead of waking up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom that she’ll just sleep through all of that and wake us up once she’s already gone…in her bed. So…yea…

4. All those things combined? Yea, it means we’re all tired in our house.

So I guess that’s it for now…

We’ll return to our regularly scheduled blogging tomorrow!

From Across the Terminal

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As I settled down into bed after a long few days of traveling for work, I let my mind wander as I listed to the familiar hum of the fan in our bedroom on medium speed.

It wandered back to just a few hours before while sitting in the airport waiting to board my plane.

That’s when I first saw her.

A seemingly timid, tender older lady that took her seat across the waiting area.

She sat quietly. Content.

She had this look about her that kept my attention. A certain sparkle in her eyes that kept me captivated.

She smiled a sweet, knowing smile…

At the lady across from her knitting away.

At the two ladies next to her that stuck up a random conversation.

At the little boy running up and down the terminal.

Truthfully, she reminded me of my grandmothers. They had that look in their eyes once.

I secretly wished her seat would be next to mine.

I wanted to know what the sounds of her voice was like. I imagined it sweet and a bit soft-spoken.

I wanted to know her story.

While I didn’t get to sit next to her on the flight home and no words were ever exchanged, this women left quite an impact on me.

What did the others waiting for our flight think about me? Did anyone secretly hope they got to sit next to me? Did I have a sparkle in my eyes?

I learned something from this stranger.

I learned the importance of smiling with your eyes because you never know who will be watching from across the terminal.

On Guilty Pleasures and Just Plain Guilt

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Gone are the days of getting a pedicure every 3 weeks because…you know honey, our pregnant sister in law can’t go by herself!

True story…when our sister in law was pregnant I went with her every three weeks throughout nearly her entire pregnancy to get a pedicure.

That was also the time we were renting a house, with a (comparatively) tiny little yard.

When all we had to worry about was ourselves. And what we were going to do that weekend.

Fast forward just over 5 years (holy crap our niece is 5 years old!), one giant mortgage, one giant piece of land, two houses, two demanding careers, a dog and one kid later and I recently realized it’s been over a year since my last pedicure.

Over.A.Year.

Total white girl problems, I know, but seriously…when did this happen?

I’m going with a girlfriend this evening to get a pedicure and you know what? I feel bad about it.

I have guilt over a freaking pedicure.

Do I deserve to pamper myself? Have I worked hard enough for it? I mean, really, in the grand scheme of things Andy works way harder than I do. He deserves some kind of relaxing something…and if he doesn’t do something fun, why should I?

Yes I know I should go.

And yes, I know that once I’m there I will enjoy it.

And yes, I know that after this glorious 75 minute spa pedicure my mind and my heart (and my feet) will thank me.