This past weekend was a wonderfully crazy one.


Short version:

-I met Peter’s kids.

-And spent Easter with his family.


Long version:

As I walked up to Peter’s house late Saturday morning, I started getting nervous again. I thought I had shaken all my jitters and worries, but apparently that wasn’t the case. What kind of questions are they going to ask me? How is this supposed to work with him if they don’t like me? What if I’m not ready to meet them? My hands were instantly sweaty as I knocked on the door, but within 30 seconds all the uneasiness went away. His daughter, who’s 4.5, told me she wanted me to sit with her in the recliner until we left. I think I was trying to prepare for meeting them by thinking of it as an interview with serious questions and such, when really, kids that age just want someone to play with and pay attention to them.

It probably helped that his kids are both really well behaved, respectful, and we had stuff planned. Kids are funny though, they don’t understand having a need to be accepted and liked, and therefor they just accept and like everyone. Peter says they really like me, and I’m not trying to be cynical, but I can’t help but think that they like everyone. He assures me though that they really like me. Before they went to bed, they asked, “Miss Stephanie, are we going to see you tomorrow?!” And that’s when I about died.

Honestly, in my perfectly planned out life plan I didn’t see any kids in my life until I was at least 30. I want them, but I didn’t think I’d have them until later on, but life has a funny way of throwing you curve balls that really end up being underhand pitches. (You like that baseball analogy?) Peter was an unexpected surprise that has turned into this wonderful thing I can’t imagine being without, and he just happens to come with two adorable, sweet humans. He told me before our second date, which was the day after the first, that he had two kids. At that point I already had such a strong connection with him that even though they were eminent, I didn’t have any worries or insecurities about the things that would go along with that in the future, which I saw with him before that second date. The heart is an amazing thing, just when you think it’s as full as you’d ever need it to be, it makes room for more, and I’m happy to fill it.


Sunday morning started early, but I showed up with coffee, so everything was fine. The four of us drove to Everett, where Peter’s parents live, and went to church. Lunch was lovely, and I was appreciative of all the veg friendly foods available for me. (Peter’s mom even made the potato casserole without cream of chicken!) After lunch we just sat around visiting, talking about Jean’s book, my trip to Dubai, and a multitude of other things. I don’t think any of us really wanted to leave, but Peter had to get the kids back to their mom, so we had to go.

For me, it’s never been about the holiday, but more about the people you get to see and spend time with. Holidays without my family have been somewhat emotional for me the last year or so; I’m still figuring out how to come to terms with this, because, in the long run, I probably won’t be moving back to Syracuse. Family is one of the things that I hold dearest, and to be able to have found someone who understands that, and is the same way, is immeasurably amazing. It’s an incredible feeling finally realizing that you’ve made yourself a new home.


– S


[302] I’m Falling in Love


Today was fun. I woke up earlyish and packed up a bunch of stuff to take to the apartment, showered, and loaded everything into my car, with some help from my uncle. AND, not only did he help load up the car, but he and my aunt and cousin stopped by to see the place, and help me put the kitchen island my parents sent me as an apartment warming gift. It’s exactly what I was hoping for. The bathroom is completely done; I finished putting the backing on the cabinet, so…yeah, I’m kind of falling in love with my apartment.

After tidying up a little bit I went to grab some snacks and a drink with a friend who came to see the apartment. We walked to The Tin Lizzie Lounge. It was an unexpectedly adorable place where I received an exceptionally strong, but delicious, drink. I made it home alive and am now wrapped up in a blanket, with the fireplace on, and watching Love Actually for the first time. Not a bad Saturday at all, not at all.

– Stephanie


[288] Professional Pierogi Producer


Usually when I make pierogi it’s done with my mom and my sister. We call it out pierogi sweatshop. My mom makes the dough and rolls it out, my sister and I mix the filling, I fill the pierogi, and then my sister handles the boiling. This time I only had me, but my setup was pretty sweet. It took SO much longer to make 4 batches of pierogi than I remember it taking. I finished though, and felt really good about the final product.


– Stephanie


[274+275] Scanning Eyes


I have never combined two posts up until today, and the ONLY reason I’m doing it is because I did the exact same thing today, as I did yesterday: read. I’m in an altered…emotional state, so I wasn’t really feeling like the most social butterfly. Plus, that would have involved taking a shower and putting on real clothes which I was SO not feeling. Instead I awoke from a glorious night of sleep Saturday morning and started reading a book that I’ve had on my dresser for maybe 4 months, finished it around 6pm, started the next one in the trilogy, and finally stopped reading a little after midnight.

This morning when I rose from the depths of my down comforter and heated mattress pad, I immediately began to read again. Since it is Sunday, I had the Bills game on in the background, but my eyes were completely focused on the words I was reading. I haven’t binged read like this since June when I started and finished Mockingjay at the Chicago airport on my way back from visiting my family in Syracuse. My eyes felt sore, if that’s even possible, so this afternoon I took a break to actually watch some football.

I’ve managed to start a load of laundry and avoid going grocery shopping today, although that is something I will definitely have to do this week.


– Stephanie


[267] Edible Nuggets


I did lots of stuff around the house today and just mellowed out.  I also discovered the Reese’s mini peanut butter cups that I hid in my fridge, and I went apeshit on those little nuggets of pure bliss (sorry, Dove.) Tonight, while I’m couch sitting as the little nugget sleeps upstairs, I will be overdosing on sugar.


– Stephanie


[260] Vortexed


I woke up early for no particular reason, except that my body hates me and doesn’t ever want me to sleep in, and decided that I’d watch a couple of episodes of True Blood, but I forgot that one does not simply watch a couple episodes of True Blood. So, I watched 7, in a row. When I finished, I went for a walk in the woods and down to the lake…to take a nap. On the way back up I tripped on a root and when I fell, I seriously whacked my ankle on said root. It hurt…a lot…and I still had to finish walking up the path. I took some ibuprofen and iced my ankle just like old times, it was great, but not really.


– Stephanie


[253] You Can’t Ruin My Day, Rain.


Today was a buttload of good times. Started out with brunch in Queen Anne with a boy, his roommate, and her sister-in-law. From there we caught a bus downtown, and then walked in the pouring rain to the waterfront to get on an Elliot Bay cruise. We boozed, cruised, and dried off as much as we could. Luckily on the walk back up to hit Pike Place Pub, the rain mostly stopped, and I wasn’t nearly as wet and uncomfortable. After some drinks and foods we caught another bus back to Queen Anne and just hung out. Listened to music, talked books a little bit, and…just…hung out. The boy’s roommate’s sister-in-law made lasagna and garlic bread for dinner and we all watched Inception, drank wine, and then watch Pitch Perfect. It was kind of really great.

– Stephanie