WIAW: Confessions & Weekend Eats

Confession:  Our cable and internet got hooked up yesterday and I spent the whole afternoon on the couch watching reality TV, surfing the internet, snacking, and avoided unpacking.

Confession:  After receiving a dozen emails, I finally figured out how to renew my domain.  Life’s a Bowl will be around for at least another year.  Huzzah!

Confession:  Last night was our first night staying at our new place.  We spent Saturday, Sunday, and Monday night at my momma’s and I loved it – my old bed is so, so comfy.

Confession:  Despite having a fridge and pantry full of food, we ate out almost every meal this past weekend.  It was easier to stop somewhere between truck loads.

Confession:  We’ve been using paper products {paper plates, paper bowls, paper cups} and plastic silverware since Friday.  Eating and trashing is easier than eating and washing.

Thanks Jenn for hosting another tasty link-up!

Friday {Packing Day}

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a banana & an English muffin {half with almond butter, half with grape jelly + an egg + cheese}

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the Goat Cheese Medallions from Trader Joe’s are delicious

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boxes & burgers

Saturday {Moving Day}

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grapes, eggs, & toast – the first time using our griddler for something other than chicken or steak{!}

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Panera for me {chicken noodle soup in a bread bowl + a Greek salad} & Five Guys for him

Sunday {Moving/Unpacking Day}

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a {unpictured} That’s it. Apple + Blueberries fruit bar& Starbucks Oatmeal with nuts + dried fruit

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{unpictured} Caesar salad, a buffalo burger, & fresh fruit

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Chocolate Cookie ice cream from a local ice cream shop that opened 3 weeks ago – their ice cream is all-natural, made using milk from grass-fed cows, & 3 waffle cones cost only $7!

Question:  What’s your favorite flavor of REAL ice cream?  Frozen yogurt doesn’t count :P   A good vanilla made using vanilla beans is simple, but it’s so deliciously rich.  If there are mix-ins, I like mint chocolate chip, cookies & cream, and cookie dough.

Question:  What’s your favorite fast food joint?  Panera is my favorite, I’m a sucker for their bread bowls.

— Allison

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Foodie Paradise: Reading Terminal Market

First, thank you all for your supportive messages on yesterday’s post.  It’s a bummer that so many of y’all have also had frustrating moving experiences, but it’s encouraging to read about how you’ve made the best of the situation.  I’m really looking forward to painting this weekend – a few friends have offered to help so it’ll be one big painting party :)

We spent last night at my momma’s house again, but brought Charlie home with us this morning.  He’s very curious and seems a little nervous, but he is thoroughly enjoying sliding around the hardwood floors/stairs.

Last week I recapped our trip to Philly, but I left out the {delicious} pictures from Reading Terminal Market.  Reading Terminal Market is an enclosed public market on the bottom level of the Philadelphia Convention Center in Downtown Philly.

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The market is open daily and there are about 100 merchants that sell baked goods {the donuts are to.die.for}, unique cheeses, farm fresh produce, local meats and seafood, ethnic and specialty groceries, overstuffed hoagies and various platters, homemade ice cream, fresh flowers, kitchen ware, and an assortment of knickknacks.

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P.S.  Do yourself a favor, don’t skip the Pennsylvania Dutch merchants – all of their products look, smell, and taste amazing!  But FYI, apparently they’re not at the market Sunday through Tuesday so double check before you go.

Question:  Have you visited Reading Terminal Market?  Who’s your favorite merchant?

Question:  What’s your favorite donut flavor?  Is it donut or doughnut?  My favorites are classic vanilla frosted with sprinkles, cinnamon cake, and jelly filled with a little powdered sugar on top.  And I use donut and doughnut interchangeably.

— Allison

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“It looks like a toddler…”

I started writing this post this morning during the hour that I was sitting at Starbucks.  Maybe it was due to the fact that I hadn’t eaten anything since 9PM last night because I had to fast for a glucose test.  Or maybe it was because I was waiting for the AC tech because our AC broke the day we moved in…  Regardless, my fingers couldn’t stop pounding the keys.  P.S. Oprah always is full of wisdom and it oftentimes comes when it’s needed the most.

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I was taking my anger, disappointment, and frustration out on my keyboard.

But after I woke up from a nap I deleted that post.

The post started with me talking about how Ryan’s been traveling the past three weeks for work and I’m six months pregnant so we spent Friday frantically packing.  I then went on to talk about how the contractor that our landlord hired didn’t complete anything during the two weeks between our walk-through and our move in date.  Nor did he “know” that we were moving in the same day he finally decided to paint.  And I don’t even want to talk about the paint job…  As one of our friends said “It looks like a toddler painted this house.”

It does.  There’s not a single straight line of paint throughout the entire interior of the house.

But in time, it’s gonna be beautiful.

Over the weekend I was so caught up in all of the things that were going wrong.  The house was sloppily painted.  Friends who said they could help us move cancelled at the last minute.  The AC broke.  Outlets and light switches were missing covers.  We found water damage in the master bathroom.  Parts of the outside wood paneling are rotting.  And the list goes on.

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Despite Ryan reassuring me that everything would work itself out as it always does, I broke down.

I felt angry, frustrated, disappointed.  How did we not see these problems before?

After spending hours in the house by myself this morning, blaring Zac Brown Band, and cleaning from top to bottom, I’m starting to see the potential.  I broke through the negative thoughts and began thinking about the positives in my life.  How lucky I am to be married to such a strong man – someone who can see the good despite the bad and didn’t complain once the whole weekend.  How appreciative I am of our friends who spent their Saturday doing manual labor for us.  And how thankful I am for my momma who housed Ryan and I over the weekend.

I have a roof over my head.  I have a wonderful family.  We have generous friends.  And I’m pregnant with our miracle baby.

Life is good.  I can’t waste my time worrying about the bad and need to focus on the good. 

I need to focus on the possibilities and turn them into realities.  I can envision myself cooking meals in the kitchen.  Ryan and I eating dinner in the dining room.  Playing games with family and friends in the living room.  Going for walks throughout the neighborhood.  Hosting cookouts on the back patio.  And in just three short months, bringing Baby Szed home.

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With a lot of hard work, this place has the possibility of being great.

There’s so much potential.

Thankfully, our landlord agreed to reimburse us for any work that we do on the house.  He’s taking care of the water damage and the outside of the house, while we’re planning to patch and {re}paint.  We’re going to start this weekend and actually are looking forward to it.  There’s something so satisfying about DIY projects and I know that whatever we do will look better than our current toddler painted townhouse.

Question:  What helps you to see the good in bad situations?

Question:  Have you ever painted a room?  Share any tips/tricks!  My dad and I painted my bedroom when my parents split in high school.  Three walls were electric blue and the wall behind my bed was bright yellow.  I never would choose that color combo again, but the experience of painting it myself was fun!

— Allison

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