Meghann taught me a really great trick a few months back — when I go out for Thai food, I’m always sure to bring back the broth/leftover veggies to transform into a new meal.
I mixed about 1/2 cup organic brown rice and 1/2 cup kidney beans to my leftovers (approximately 1/4 cup of white rice, some random veggies, and tons of spicy Pa-naag sace).
Plus, frozen organic green beans (thank you, Costco):
Dessert was a few dates.
My dad is digging through old photos and scanned this one for me:
Ah, my short-lived stint as a cross-country runner in middle school. I was 12 years old in that picture and remember just HATING to run 3.0 miles. I thought those "long runs" lasted forever and the other girls were a lot faster than me. I only did it for one season (and then I became a lazy teenager).
I also hit puberty that year and it was just terrible — I went from being the little girl in that picture to being rather… womanly… in just a few months. :) I seriously could’ve won a Guinness Book of World Records title for fastest puberty growth spurt ever. It was like being in a stranger’s body! I don’t think I really knew how to deal with it! But what pre-teen does?
Middle school was such an awkward time, wasn’t it? I don’t think you could pay me to go back!
Update: My Dad just emailed me this photo with the subject line "Puberty Hits." Holy eyebrows!
I just died laughing at myself.
Aww, cute! God, middle school… bangs, bodysuits, Ace of Base CDs. I actually remember on a 7th grade field trip to EPCOT, my 95-pound sef chowing down on ice cream, churros, whatever else in the park looked good, and a mother chaperone telling me I "shouldn't eat like that, because it'll catch up with you before you know it." Looking back, what kind of adult says that to a 12-year-old?!