Happy Sunday friends! I wanted to share a recipe with you for the dessert I took to our family Thanksgiving this year – home.made. Lemon Bars!
Lemon Bars
Crust:
Blend first 3 ingredients. Press into GREASED (I use spray on non-stick butter spray) 9×13 pan.
Bake @ 350 for 25 minutes.
Filling:
Mix all ingredients together. And then pour it over COOLED crust.
Bake @ 350 for 25 minutes or until filling is set.
Dust the top with Powdered Sugar to finish.
Enjoy!!
You know your man loves you when he comes home to this and is totally okay with it:
Um, yeah. That would be my master bedroom, covered in drop cloths and stuff since I got a wild hair this weekend and decided to paint this room once and for all.
Our room is still the same olive green color that it was when we bought the house two years ago. At first, I didn’t mind it because our stuff “went with it”, but over time it has become dark and dreary and I was ready to lighten things up a bit.
Plus, everything was olive green. The walls, the tray ceiling… and even the inset on the tray ceiling, except for one special touch (wait for it)… crackle finish.
Hell to the yeah.
Anyway… it’s time for all of the olive green-ness to go. I’m ready to open up the space visually with a clean, white ceiling and some greigey walls.
I’ll admit that I have yet to complete my oldest daughter’s bedroom makeover… and my office/game room makeover… and my kitchen and laundry cabinet overhaul. Oy. But I’m putting all of those off a little longer to focus on this space, especially after reading Edie’s take on it during her 31 days of Hospitality series. Ever since I read her post, I’ve been thinking about making over this room because what she said struck a chord with me. The most important relationship of my family begins in this room and it is the one that has been sadly neglected for the past several years.
Soooo… I decided I’m doing something about that. It started today with my fave ceiling paint. Then will come freshly painted walls, some new linens, a dresser that I’m dying to show you… and of course, a date night that I’ve already booked with a new babysitter.
Let the Hospitality in the Bedroom begin!
If you’ve been following along with 13.1 Thursday posts, you know what I was doing on Sunday… running my first half marathon!
This is me and my big sister immediately before the run in the sea of people waiting to start. We were in corral 25, and it would be another thirty minutes before we even crossed the start line.
This would be the other almost 20,000 people waiting with us to start. I think the amount of people was one of the hardest things for me – it didn’t feel like a run. It felt like a stampede!
We finally began around 8am. The first 3-4 miles were hot as the sun was coming up and the clouds had not yet rolled in. The first 3-4 miles were also a wall of people that I struggled to get around so I could work up to my running pace. It was frustrating, to say the least.
I’m no speed demon, and I was run-walk person with a lot of others… but I can’t tell you how difficult it was to be running at a good pace and then have the person in front of you just STOP to walk. No making their way to the side, no warning… just BAM! And then I’m trying to hurry up and get around them before I plowed them over…
It was so hot and humid – did I mention that already?! November in Texas is pretty unpredictable and while a cold front came in and the temps were in the fifties the day after the race, we ran in mid-70 degree temps with 90% humidity. I was eagerly anticipating every water and gatorade station!
After fighting the mob of people, I felt pretty good again around mile 8 and began lengthening my running intervals so I could make better use of my running time and get around more people. That lasted until I had about a mile and half to go… physically I was exhausted.
And then… thank God for the cheering section! I have no idea who the people were, but their screams of encouragement were what did it for me at the end and gave me the extra push I needed to get to the finish line. I crossed the finish at 2:34 – not a record-breaker by any means, but not too shabby for my first foray into long-distance running after the age of 18!
The finish was what I came for anyway, right? And my big sis – who was celebrating her 38th birthday by torturing us with 13.1 miles!
After spending two days walking like an old lady… I am happy to report that I am feeling good and taking it easy and that it no longer takes me five minutes to get out of a sitting position. Will I ever run another half? Hmmm. Never say never, but for now, this gal’s happy sticking with shorter distances…
