A two bedroom apartment

Today was absolutely Beautiful!! I stepped out of my apartment to very windy, but sunny day. The sky was an incredible blue and everywhere you look, it looks like Christmas, and feels like it too, especially with the crisp air. The vendors were out selling their hand-made products for Christmas. Everything from jewelry, to bird shaped candles (go figure), to Mediterranean style clocks. Ah, and the smell of chestnuts roasting was in the air. The shopping bug has bitten. And those of you who know me, know I hate shopping, but I love shopping in Marseille at Christmas time (I decided this today). But who wants to go shopping by themselves??? Not me or anyone else I know. You can't ask yourself what you think about the pretty blue necklace you are thinking of buying, or if you like the rose smelling soap better than the honey smelling one. Because if you knew, you wouldn't need to ask. I'd give just about anything to have my roommies back. Hear that roommies?? You are missed, not just for the shopping partner, but for cooking awesome meals together (raclette and homemade french fries), craft making parties, chick-flick nights, and oh so much more!!! I never knew a two bedroom apartment could be so big. Girls, you are missed and loved!! How thankful I am for you both. Abba is, oh, so good.

Betty is back . . . and fat and sassy

The first picture is something I created all on my own. I was trying to make Chicken Parmesan, but bought mozzarella cheese instead. I'm still confused on how that happened. Anyway so I ended up making Chicken Mozzarella with Champignon (mushrooms) and red sauce. It was way tasty. The other picture is chicken pot pie. We are talking made from scratch chicken pot pie. I have no clue how it will taste; it is for tonight. But I will let you know. Don't you wish you were my roommate!!!

Exceeding the Weight Limit

My pants have decided that I have exceeded the "extra baggage" allowance, so I decided I had to do something about it. While my brain said, "running is the best option" every bone and muscle screamed, "NO!". And usually the bone and muscle tantrum works, but not today. Now while most of you know I hate running, there is something I hate more. And that is running in the cold. I refuse to do it. So when I woke up this morning and checked the weather I was less than thrilled that it was a whopping 45 degrees. Yes, you read that number correctly . . . 45!!! I decided to fight back. I was going running and I was going to do it in warmth. So here is what I did. I dressed like it was snowing outside and set out. Remember every other French person running in the park today still had on their summer running shorts. I got a couple of stares, but I didn't care, because I was nice and cozy. Thanks Dad, for the hat. And mom and Chris, for the gloves and scarf. They came in handy!!!