Sangria

100 Words on Saturday - Week 11: Write exactly 100 words based on the picture prompt...

I blamed the sangria.

I needed to blame something tangible rather than fate or a connection written in the stars.

Could two strangers be drawn together by the mere tug of planets? I would like to believe so, but I blamed the sangria. And the heady smell of his cologne mixed with aromas of a faraway land. Exotic and different.

I felt different.

Ignoring the attraction, we made small talk, the same in any language.

Could he hear my heartbeat? Could he read my thoughts?

As he pulled me into the doorway, I thought so.

Still I blamed the sangria.

Flaxseed Fruit Yogurt Parfait

This is a super healthy, super easy recipe great for breakfast, snack or dessert. Kids will enjoy making (and eating) it too!

Ingredients

Assorted fruit, sliced (whatever is on sale)
Non-fat Greek yogurt (very low calorie - only 16 calories a tablespoon!)
slivered raw almonds
toasted flaxseed
honey (optional)

In a bowl or parfait glass, layer fruit and yogurt. I only used two tablespoons of yogurt. Drizzle top with  honey (not needed if your fruit is sweet). Sprinkle with almonds and flaxseed.

Filling and satisfying.

In a vintage parfait glass, fancy and festive too!

Happy Friday

talya

Grace Grits and Gardening

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Flaxseed Health Benefits 

Honey Health Benefits

meet me in the morning

a spring day sings, brings joy,

simple and easy, flowers

bloom without urging

a gentle breeze stirs

the heart and soul, 

yet with no hint

of the wicked 

night ahead

 devastation

erases 

the day

bringing

despair

loss

awe

talya

Musical Pairing

Meet Me In the Morning, Bob Dylan

Music Amongst the Trees

wordless wednesday

Swiss Avenue, Dallas, Texas

Mother's Day 2013

talya

"There is always music amongst the trees in the Garden, but our hearts must be very quiet to hear it." - Minnie Aumonier

Sunshine on My Shoulders, John Denver

Wax Job

Mustache? 

What mustache?

After a few well-placed hints from my favorite nail salon ladies, I agreed to my first (and last) upper lip wax. 

As my lip was painted in molten lava, I ignored the smell of burning flesh. Like a wuss I wanted to change my mind on the table, yet I was paralyzed.

With one swift r-i-pppp, my baby fine, blonde lip hair was yanked from the roots along with the top layer of epidermis. 

For ten bucks, I exchanged an invisible mustache for a bright cherry red Kool-aid welt.

I know there are plenty of ladies who get more sensitive areas waxed, but for the life of me, I don't know how or why.

WhatWasIThinking???

talya

Musical Pairing:

Gnarls Barkley, Crazy