SparklyLife

meltingplatinum:

I love when the coach “forgets” to post the WOD on the website and then we show up to the box and SURPRISE it’s a 5K hahaha wow good one but like yo, in all seriousness these are not my running shorts and I don’t appreciate y’all being sheisty as fuck and no one likes a surprise 5K, like, especially my chafed ass thighs.

fullcredit:

Sigh. 

fullcredit:

Sigh. 

humansofnewyork:

"I get way too sensitive when I get attached to someone. I can detect the slightest change in the tone of their voice, and suddenly I’m spending all day trying to figure out what I did wrong." (Amman, Jordan)

humansofnewyork:

"I get way too sensitive when I get attached to someone. I can detect the slightest change in the tone of their voice, and suddenly I’m spending all day trying to figure out what I did wrong." (Amman, Jordan)

champagnetoasts:

Apparently it’s food week on the blog. 
Dinner at my house (especially in the summer) is a repeat of several menu items. Every once and a while I venture out and try a new recipe or two— but you can typically count on seeing the same food on a 10 or 12 day rotation. Except for pork chops. They happen every week without fail.
One of our favorites is a super easy chicken taco recipe (below). I sometimes serve with homemade pico — or if I’m being lazy, with this salsa. We literally have to buy that stuff by the caseload. Thank God for Costco. 
Chicken Tacos
the players: 
chicken breasts (2-3)
1/2 red onion; diced
vegetable oil (about 1/2 to 1 cup)
handful of cilantro; rinsed and chopped
1 tsp. red pepper flakes
1-2 tsp. of cumin
dash of salt, pepper
cotija cheese
flour tortillas (small, taco sized) 
the play-by-play: 
Wash and clean the chicken breasts. Place in a plastic ziploc bag and cover with vegetable oil. Add chopped red onion, cilantro, red pepper flakes, cumin, a dash of salt and pepper. Seal bag and let the chicken marinate 30 minutes to 1 hour.
Fire up the grill. Grill the chicken until blackened. Shred with a fork. Place chicken, cheese, salsa in the flour tortilla. Chef’s note: you can also use corn tortillas— Blake just has a really odd aversion to corn tortillas for some reason so we use flour tortillas. 
We served with the Barefoot Contessa fresh corn salad (recipe found by my Momma). I could literally eat an entire bowl of that salad in one sitting. It’s that good. 
If you want to make homemade pico— use other half of the red onion from the marinade and mince. Core and chop 2-3 tomatoes, handful of cilantro. Combine tomatoes, onion, cilantro, drizzle of olive oil, cumin, salt, and pepper in a bowl and let sit at room temperature as the chicken marinates. You could also add lime to this— but I can’t handle the taste of lime (think this has something to do with the SoCo & lime shots from college). 

champagnetoasts:

Apparently it’s food week on the blog. 

Dinner at my house (especially in the summer) is a repeat of several menu items. Every once and a while I venture out and try a new recipe or two— but you can typically count on seeing the same food on a 10 or 12 day rotation. Except for pork chops. They happen every week without fail.

One of our favorites is a super easy chicken taco recipe (below). I sometimes serve with homemade pico — or if I’m being lazy, with this salsa. We literally have to buy that stuff by the caseload. Thank God for Costco. 

Chicken Tacos

the players: 

  • chicken breasts (2-3)
  • 1/2 red onion; diced
  • vegetable oil (about 1/2 to 1 cup)
  • handful of cilantro; rinsed and chopped
  • 1 tsp. red pepper flakes
  • 1-2 tsp. of cumin
  • dash of salt, pepper
  • cotija cheese
  • flour tortillas (small, taco sized) 

the play-by-play: 

Wash and clean the chicken breasts. Place in a plastic ziploc bag and cover with vegetable oil. Add chopped red onion, cilantro, red pepper flakes, cumin, a dash of salt and pepper. Seal bag and let the chicken marinate 30 minutes to 1 hour.

Fire up the grill. Grill the chicken until blackened. Shred with a fork. Place chicken, cheese, salsa in the flour tortilla. Chef’s note: you can also use corn tortillas— Blake just has a really odd aversion to corn tortillas for some reason so we use flour tortillas. 

We served with the Barefoot Contessa fresh corn salad (recipe found by my Momma). I could literally eat an entire bowl of that salad in one sitting. It’s that good. 

If you want to make homemade pico— use other half of the red onion from the marinade and mince. Core and chop 2-3 tomatoes, handful of cilantro. Combine tomatoes, onion, cilantro, drizzle of olive oil, cumin, salt, and pepper in a bowl and let sit at room temperature as the chicken marinates. You could also add lime to this— but I can’t handle the taste of lime (think this has something to do with the SoCo & lime shots from college). 

No one ever tells you that people will leave your life, unannounced. Sometimes they leave the earth, sometimes they just leave you. Things continue. Tomorrow you will wake up and the sun will be kissing your eyelids and it will be a new day for you to drink too much coffee and reread an old book. You will be okay. No one ever tells you that, either. Days will melt together like some candle you burned down to scraps, and seasons will change. You will fall in and out of love with yourself more times than you’ll ever be able to count. It is important to take the time to appreciate your own fingerprints, your own skin. There will be days when it is all you have.
(via holleewoodworld)
humansofnewyork:

"I’ve been a deep believer my whole life. 18 years as a Southern Baptist. More than 40 years as a mainline Protestant. I’m an ordained pastor. But it’s just stopped making sense to me. You see people doing terrible things in the name of religion, and you think: ‘Those people believe just as strongly as I do. They’re just as convinced as I am.’ And it just doesn’t make sense anymore. It doesn’t make sense to believe in a God that dabbles in people’s lives. If a plane crashes, and one person survives, everyone thanks God. They say: ‘God had a purpose for that person. God saved her for a reason!’ Do we not realize how cruel that is? Do we not realize how cruel it is to say that if God had a purpose for that person, he also had a purpose in killing everyone else on that plane? And a purpose in starving millions of children? A purpose in slavery and genocide? For every time you say that there’s a purpose behind one person’s success, you invalidate billions of people. You say there is a purpose to their suffering. And that’s just cruel."

humansofnewyork:

"I’ve been a deep believer my whole life. 18 years as a Southern Baptist. More than 40 years as a mainline Protestant. I’m an ordained pastor. But it’s just stopped making sense to me. You see people doing terrible things in the name of religion, and you think: ‘Those people believe just as strongly as I do. They’re just as convinced as I am.’ And it just doesn’t make sense anymore. It doesn’t make sense to believe in a God that dabbles in people’s lives. If a plane crashes, and one person survives, everyone thanks God. They say: ‘God had a purpose for that person. God saved her for a reason!’ Do we not realize how cruel that is? Do we not realize how cruel it is to say that if God had a purpose for that person, he also had a purpose in killing everyone else on that plane? And a purpose in starving millions of children? A purpose in slavery and genocide? For every time you say that there’s a purpose behind one person’s success, you invalidate billions of people. You say there is a purpose to their suffering. And that’s just cruel."

You went from favorite fun chick read to nasty nag in that music festival post. Legit annoyed over the level of Grandma's Get The Fuck Off My Lawn Kids grump. Why'd you even go? Or stay? Maybe you should go get laid, or buy yourself a flower crown. Lighten the fuck up. Shittttt.
Anonymous
You went from favorite fun chick read to nasty nag in that music festival post. Legit annoyed over the level of Grandma's Get The Fuck Off My Lawn Kids grump. Why'd you even go? Or stay? Maybe you should go get laid, or buy yourself a flower crown. Lighten the fuck up. Shittttt.
Anonymous
Grocery stores that put the condoms/lube/pregnancy tests right next to the diapers and wipes.