September 5th, 2010 by IamDraven
To make use of the wonderful green chilis Joan gave me from her garden I marinated chicken breasts with an olive oil and green chili mixture. Cane grilled them while I prepped scalded sweet peppers, yellow and green squash and brown rice. Here’s what our dinner was last Saturday night.
September 1st, 2010 by IamDraven
We got back from camping and he detailed the interior of my car and I snuck a shot of him laying on the floor of the back seat to install my new seat covers.
August 29th, 2010 by IamDraven
Butterflies abounded at Riverfest. I have many photos of them landing on me, but this was my favorite.
July 30th, 2010 by IamDraven
I’ve been having a bad day since Friday. Yeah. LAST Friday. I was driving home from work Tuesday night and decided I needed some cheering up. So I did what any fat girl would do. I ate to make myself happy.
Blueberry pancakes are my favorite breakfast food EVER. I can be placated with a sesame bagel with strawberry cream cheese, or grits, but ex fiancee#2 used to take me for blueberry pancakes every time he effed up. He knew my weakness, lol.
*Note: A small plate with high fiber pancakes and fresh blueberries, red raspberries and blackberries. My ‘binge’ was incredibly healthy and all approved in my daily calorie intake.
July 24th, 2010 by IamDraven
July 20th, 2010 by IamDraven
Danielle and I were on our way to the gym and I pointed out this SUV and in front of us and it’s vanity plate to ask, “do you think it stands for Dr. Motherfucking Slut?”
July 18th, 2010 by IamDraven
4th of July during my pool party/cookout.
July 4th, 2010 by IamDraven
July 2nd, 2010 by IamDraven
I understand that not everyone is a cat person, but check out my buddy Jasper.
How can you not love something that adorable?
June 13th, 2010 by IamDraven
It was really sad to see his headstone so bare. When Gram had it all together there was a vase with a fake rose added for every year he was gone. All thats left is his Veteran’s flag from being in World War II. I weeded around the plot a little, laid my rose on the stone, and sat down on the grass to have a talk with my Pap. I told him some stuff I can’t get out to anyone living, told him I’m afraid that Gram’s going to be with him soon and asked him to continue to be my guardian angel. By the time I finished talking to him I was crying and made my way to my SUV. I sat on my hoodie and promptly butt dialed someone from my BlackBerry in the pocket. I dove for the phone to see who it was and cancel the call and of course, I had dialed Erik (what were the chances?) I started laughing and took it as a sign from my Pap to lighten up. I may have only been (2 days short of ) five years old when he died, but I remember so much about him. I miss him so much some days…
