God is a place you will wait for the rest of your life.*
And one day we will die
And our ashes will fly from the aeroplane over the sea
But for now we are young
Let us lay in the sun
And count every beautiful thing we can see
Love to be
In the arms of all I’m keeping here with me.*
Thank you, Jeff Mangum.
So yeah, summertime and the beach go hand in hand, but while I’m daydreaming about my trip back to Florida next week, I’m stuck in here in hot smoggy Atlanta dealing with what I’ve got. Blueberries. TONS of them.
(image via dr. superfoods)
Blueberries practically scream summer to me, and I’m pretty sure I eat more than any human should consume. My fridge at work always has at least one pint of them, as I throw them in my lame no-sugar added instant oatmeal. I pop in a few more after lunch/ before leaving, and next thing you know I’ve eaten 4 pints in two days. Ooops. Thankfully they’re really healthy and good for you. Imagine that, me eating something healthy… on purpose.
But if healthy isn’t your thing, you must try this fantastic Mama’s Blueberry Buckle recipe that I snagged out of CL a few years ago. This is always a winner, especially for summer grills and get-togethers with friends. It’s also a perfect excuse to have ice cream. Oh, and a pint of blueberries is currently only $2.50 at Whole Foods… GO!
Answer: Still on the beach.
I had a great weekend and bachelorette shindig in West Palm, courtesy of my dear friend and uber hostess Sus. Seriously, how can you beat days that begin with buckets of rum and yachts on the ocean, only to be followed by VIP booths and 4 am air-guitar contests?
Happy to be home and see the Mr. and the pooch, but real life isn’t keeping me as distracted…
Yankees love and hate Atlanta. I know the feeling.
[via pecanne log and CL]
