going to the farmers market today

It's Self Care Saturday!! 😊

Hello Lovelies! Today is Self Care Saturday! Here’s some nice things you can do for yourself!

General Health:

💧Drink water!
🍓 Make a smoothie with fruits and veggies!
💊Take your medicine
😁 Brush your teeth
😴Get 8 hours of sleep

High Energy:

☀️ Go for a walk in the park!
☀️ Exercise
☀️ Dance

Medium Energy:

⭐️ Clean your room
⭐️ Cook a yummy meal or some baked goods
⭐️Plan a game night with friends

Low Energy:

🌙 Take a well deserved nap
🌙 Watch your favorite movie
🌙 Journal about your feelings

Fun Things:

🌈 Check out your local farmers market
🌈 Go on a picnic
🌈 Visit the zoo/ aquarium
🌈 Go go-karting
🌈 Visit an amusement park

Relaxing Things:

🌱 Drink tea
🌱Use a face mask
🌱 Give yourself a manicure
🌱Take a hot bath
🌱 Meditate

Maintenance Things:

📍Note when medicine needs to be refilled
📍 Note when car maintenance is needed
📍 Double check bills
📍Organize backpack for school
📍Make grocery list and meal plans

Rewarding Things:

🏅 Go shopping
🏅Go to the spa
🏅Order dessert
🏅Buy your favorite sweets
🏅Go to the movies

Happy Self Care Saturday!

food truck au 1/??

(inspired by my earlier post)

Anyone who knew Jack Zimmermann would laugh at the idea of him even being able to remember the login for his Twitter account.

No one, not even his parents, would ever suspect that he checked his feed every single morning.

Jack didn’t care much for social media; he was too private a person to ever want the world to know where he was or what he was eating at any given moment. In fact, he only followed three accounts: his mother’s, the official Falconers’, and that of Li’l Dicky’s Southern Comforts. The latter was the only one he actually cared about.

See, Jack Zimmermann had a deep, dark secret – he was in love with the mini apple pies that were sold daily at Li’l Dicky’s. It was the only dessert he ever indulged in on a regular basis, and said indulgences were a secret he would take to his grave.

Every morning, Li’l Dicky’s posted their location for the day. Jack knew the general schedule by heart at this point, but some days the truck switched things up, due to weather or construction or event catering, and Twitter was the only way for Jack to know if he would be able to get his apple pie fix.

It didn’t hurt that Eric Bittle, the owner of Li’l Dicky’s, smiled at Jack like the sun shined out of his ass every time he came by. But really, it was the pies Jack couldn’t enough of. Mostly. Probably.

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Olli Maatta and Morgan Reilly both have the soft boyfriend aesthetic goin on but Olli’s is more like “I go to art school and enjoy farmers markets but I love children’s literature and hiking is my true passion” whereas Mo’s is more like “I’m the mom friend of my frat and when I’m not at sports practice I babysit for some extra cash to spend on my secret landscape painting hobby”

anonymous asked:

I'm a college student and bc of that I don't really go to the farmer's market... like what am I gonna do with all this good shit in a dorm... but I went today and met this lesbian, I'm like "how did you get into this? just woke up one morning like, 'I wanna live on a farm'" and she was like "yea that's the way it goes for us"


Carrots (Ezio Auditore)

Originally posted by devils-drop

Pairing: Ezio Auditore/Reader
Words: 890
Warning(s): asshole guards
A/N: okay i may be getting sucked back into in AC. Also this is brotherhood Ezio. 

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Lazy Sundays

For the Anon who asked for some Spencer fluff. Hope this is fluffy enough.

You love lazy Sunday’s. Where neither of you have to work and neither of you have anywhere to be. Those days where you can just wake up when you feel like waking up and stay in your pajamas all day if you want.
You hum contently as his fingers slide across your thigh. One that’s wrapped around him, you cling to his warmth, the window still open from when he burned pizza last night.
“Sorry sweetheart. Did I wake you?” Spencer’s voice is low, heavy with sleep.
“No. Window’s still open.” You mumble, not quite ready to fully wake up.
“Do you want me to go close it?” He asks his fingers playing with the hem of your shorts.
“You’re warm.” You mutter wrapping yourself more tightly around him.
“Alright.” Spencer chuckles, “Did you sleep okay?”
“I did. I always do when you’re home. What about you?”
“Great. No nightmares.” He says and you sigh contently at the way his voice rumbles through you. “What should we do today?”
“The last farmers market is today.” You tell him looking up at him from where your head is resting on his chest. “We could go see if they’ve got anything good.”
“That sounds nice.” He agrees before press a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll get the window.” Spencer slides out of bed and grabs his robe before closing the window.
An hour later you find yourselves strolling along, hand-in-hand through the farmer’s market. It feels like all people are selling now are pumpkins and corn.
“Well, well, well Pretty Boy!” A male voice calls and smiles cross both your and Spencer’s faces. “And his pretty lady.” Derek says as the three of you meet up, him pushing a stroller with a cooing Hank inside.
“Derek it’s nice to see you!” You tell him giving him a quick hug before moving onto Spencer’s Godson. You pick up the squealing boy as Spencer and Derek catch up. You adore Hank Morgan, he’s as cute as can be and you take every opportunity to babysit him.
“Anytime.” You hear Spencer say as you tune back into his and Derek’s conversation.
“What was that?” You ask causing both men to chuckle.
“I was just saying that you’re so great with Hank and he clearly adores you so Reid told me you guys would watch him anytime.” Derek fills you in.
“He’s such a sweet boy.”
“When he wants to be.” Morgan laughs, “We’re going to meet mommy at work for lunch so we’ve got to get going but we’ll call you guys to babysit soon.”
“Like Spencer said, anytime.” You hug both of the Morgan’s goodbye then continue your stroll through the farmers market with Spencer.
You end up picking up some pumpkin before heading home.
The rest of the day is spent cooking pumpkin bars and singing along to old music. Spencer makes dinner then the two of you curl up next to one another on the couch. You bury yourself into Spencer’s side as he clicks through your movie selection.
“Anything you want to watch?”
“No.” He picks a historical documentary and you wrap your arms around his waist. He plays with your hair, gently twisting it as the movie plays. You drift off against him, not for long but when you wake he’s looking down at you with a small smile.
“What?” You ask.
“Nothing. I love you.”
“I love you too Spencer Reid.”
God you love lazy Sundays.

anonymous asked:

Could I possibly request a scenario of a chubby girl, who later ends up with Toshinori, confession how much she loves him while he's in his true form? Like she's so nervous but excited that she actually ends up getting a bit teary as she expresses how wonderful he is and how she loves him in this form and as a hero. (I kind of thought it would be cute if this was in autumn and after she confesses, she covers her face because she's so nervous despite being sincere.)

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He coughs out a mouthful of blood as he abruptly turns back into his normal form, his skinny and shaky hand reaches up to wipe the blood away. He hears a voice behind him and he jumps, whipping around to see who had seen him transform. When he saw you there, smiling at him he relaxed.

“Morning Toshinori,” You say as you walk closer to him. “How are you feeling?” You ask as you step beside him, a gentle hand resting on his back. 

“Good morning (Name), I’ve been better” he confesses as he wipes the blood on his hands on his pants. He looks over at you, a weak smile crossing his face. Suddenly, he appears before you in his hero form. “Let’s go!” he says as he begins walking again. You follow him, walking quickly to match his pace.

“Toshinori, we don’t have to go to the Farmers Market today if you’re not feeling well. We can always go another day” You say as you look at him with a sad smile.

“Nonsense! Today is the last one before the winter season. We will have to wait until spring before it is open again!” He lets out another cough, his figure shaking as he forces himself to stay in his hero form. 

“Toshinori, let’s sit down” you take his hand on your own and pull him to a nearby bench, forcing him to sit down. He lets out a deep cough, blood pouring from his mouth as he covers it with his hand. “Toshinori” you lean down in front of him, a frown etched on your features. “Why are you pushing yourself to stay in your hero form?”  

“W-what! I’m not!” He quickly covers up. It takes you a moment before you understand why he’s forcing himself. 

“You’re wonderful Toshinori. You’re beautiful no matter what form you’re in Toshinori. Your body doesn’t matter, that’s what you told me, remember? I don’t care what you look like. You’re so driven to be a good hero, to be a good friend. That’s why I fell for you. I fell in love with you for you.” You reached up, tucking away a stray hair behind his ear. His face flushed and it took you a moment to realize what you had said, you jumped up, covering your face as you stumbled over your words.

“(N-Name)! It’s okay!” he says quickly, his hands raised, reaching out for you. “I like you too!” He stands up, almost tripping over his feet so he can stand in front of you. His hands gently wrap around your wrists as he tugs them away from your face. He doesn’t say anything as he stares at you for a moment longer, “I like you too” 

You let out a small laugh as he lets go of your wrists, “Thank you Toshinori” You mumble and he sends you a nervous smile before he intertwines his hand in yours, leaning further into you. You rest your hand on his waist as you allow him to press his lips to yours in an awkward, and nervous kiss. 

“We should probably continue to the farmers market” He hesitantly says and you nod your head in agreement, your hands still intertwined as the two of you walk towards the farmers market together. 

And this time in his true, fragile, form. 

Remember Me

So this is finally here! It took me a while but I finally finished it. I was thinking about a part two (maybe smut?) but let me know that you all think. This is also my first Marvel imagine so feedback is appreciated! Enjoy!

A/N: Memories and flashbacks are in italics

He stood there waiting on you. He checked his watch and then double checked it. He was starting to get concerned because you were never late. Ever. It was five minutes after your agreed time when he heard it. When he heard you. He heard your scream, he didn’t have to think twice before he acted.


He was running.


He had to get to you. He needed to get to you.


He heard a scream and he moved faster. He ran as hard as he could. The hallway seemed to get a little longer the closer he got to you.


“Bucky!” He stopped hearing your voice coming from somewhere else.


“Bucky, help me!!” Bucky started sprinted down another hallway that seemed to come out of nowhere. Which was odd considering he knew this place like the back of his hand. He was in the middle of escaping when he heard you start screaming. He wasn’t leaving without you and HYDRA knew it. He kept running until he came to a door at the end of the hall. He paused for a second before he heard you again. He quickly turned the knob and the door swung open-


Bucky woke with a jolt. He tried to steady his breathing and slow his heart, but failed. He got out of bed and looked at the clock. He groaned seeing it was three in the morning. He sighed rubbing his face, standing, and made his way into the kitchen. He grabbed a water out of the refrigerator and sat at the counter. He still had nightmares about that night, even after all this time. He was deep in thought when another set of footsteps snapped him out of his daze.


“Couldn’t sleep?” Steve asked as he entered the kitchen.


“No.” Steve nodded and sat across from his best friend. Steve knew Bucky had been having nightmares; he never pried but he always made sure Bucky knew he was there.


“You wanna talk about it?” Bucky sighed loudly before answering.


“I can never get her.” It was barely above a whisper but Steve heard it. He was shocked Bucky was sharing but he tried not to show it.


“Get to who, Buck?” He picked at the label on the bottle as he started to speak. Bucky said your name so quietly the if Steve didn’t have his super soldier hearing, he would’ve missed it. “Who is she?”


“My girl.”


“Your girl?” Buck just nodded again before he spoke again.


“We were both being held by HYDRA, I guess it was twenty or so years ago. She was… like me,” he still struggled with what he did, but he continued, “She was more dangerous but not. She was like the soldiers we went after in Siberia. The only difference was all her emotions stayed intact when they tried to wipe her. Everything, empathy, joy, sadness, anger, all of it was there. They tried to wipe them so many times, but it never worked.” Bucky felt a small smirk appear on his face, but it was gone as quickly as it had come.


“How does that make her your girl though? I don’t understand.” Steve was shocked to say the least, but he wasn’t going to push Bucky.


“Right, um, I was the one to trained her. We spent countless hours together. Most of the time training was supervised, especially with her. She could manipulate anyone to do anything. I guess that was the emotional side of her, the rest of us just shot to kill and didn’t think anything of it. Anyway, sometimes it would be just us. That’s when she would start asking questions.” Bucky let out a small chuckle remembering everything you wanted to know.


“She asked if I could remember anything from before, but of course I couldn’t. She would ask random things, like my favorite color, what size shoe did I wear, how old I was, it was never ending. This would happen whenever we were alone together, but I would never answer her. Then one day I did. I started answering her questions and we became closer and I felt something, which I shouldn’t have because I wasn’t supposed to, but I did. I wanted to know her too. So, we started going back and forth and eventually I started to admire her, then I liked her, then I loved her. I shouldn’t have and that where things took a turn.” Bucky took a deep breath before he continued.


“We decided we were going to leave. Since she had gotten me to feel again and I knew what I was doing, what we were doing, I had to get us out of there. We had to wait a few weeks before we could even try to leave. We were supposed to meet in the training room, but she never showed. I went looking for her and that’s when I heard her screams. I couldn’t find her, Steve. I knew that place like the back of my hand and I couldn’t find her.” Bucky had tears in his eyes by the time he had finished. He had never told anyone about you or what had happened between the two of you.


Steve leaned back in his chair letting Bucky’s words sink in. He had a girl. A girl he hasn’t seen in over twenty years. Steve didn’t know what to say. He just sat and stared at his lifelong friend. His heart broke for the man in front of him and he didn’t know how to help. They sat in silence until Bucky spoke again.


“You know what the worst part of all of it is?” Bucky didn’t wait for Steve to answer him, “I don’t even know if she’s alive.”


Seeing a tear slide down his friend’s face, Steve got up and rounded the counter until he could pull Bucky into a hug. Not one of those ‘bro hugs’ they give sometimes, but a genuine hug. Bucky wrapped his arms around his friend and Steve’s gripped tightened a bit. After a few minutes Steve pulled back and put a hand on Bucky’s shoulder.


“We can look for her. I don’t know where to start or what to look for, but we can try.” Steve knew he would do everything in his power to try and bring you home. He didn’t even know you but he was glad Bucky had you when he did. It didn’t take Bucky a full second to agree to what Steve suggested.


“Let’s find my girl.”




You were taking in the sights as you walked down the street of Brooklyn. It was your Sunday routine, a morning walk followed by a trip to the farmers markets and then back to your small apartment. You looked around and enjoyed the scene. People were going about their lives, acting like nothing was wrong in the world. Of course, there was something wrong in the world, there always was, but today everyone could act like it wasn’t happening.


You were also still getting use to how the world has changed. You escaped from HYDRA a couple of years back, but you hadn’t been out in the world in over twenty years. You could barely remember anything from before, but you always remembered a set of blue eyes.


You stopped by your favorite fruit stand and grabbed some strawberries and grapes. When you were paying for your things you felt someone watching you. You didn’t dare look up as you made your way back to your apartment. You could still feel their eyes on you as you finally came to your building. You turned to see if you could see anyone, but saw no one.


You walked up the two flights of stairs to your apartment, only to open the door and see someone standing there. You froze. You didn’t know who this was or how this person found you. He was talk with blond hair and blue eyes, but not the blue eyes you remember. After staring at the man for a few more seconds you heard someone behind you. Turning around you see another man. This man was as big as the first maybe a little taller. Only he had brown hair that barely reached his shoulders. You caught sight of his left arm when he moved.


It was metal.




“You can do better! Harder!” He was screaming at you. You discreetly rolled your eyes, but looking up you knew he saw you. He glanced at the guard by the door to see if he was paying attention, which he wasn’t. seeing this he sent you a wink making your heart flutter. You sent him a gentle smirk and continued your routine with the punching dummy.


“Soldat!” The guard snapped looking to both of you and for a split second you thought you were caught, but you didn’t let it show. The two of you turned to face him. “I’m leaving. Make sure she finishes.” With that the guard left. As soon as the door shut he turned to you.


“You have more questions.” He stated smirking at you. You rolled your eyes and scoffed.


“Of course, I do. First off, what kind of name is Bucky?” This started your round of questions for the day.




Snapping back to the present you looked into his eyes. His blue eyes. The ones you always remembered. Then, it clicked.


“Bucky?” You heard his breath catch as the name left your mouth. He nodded slowly making his way to you. You don’t know why, but you trust him and if the hammering of your heart is anything to do by, he also meant something to you.


“Do you remember anything? Do you remember who I am to you?” By now he was standing in front of you. If he reached out, he could touch you, but he didn’t.


“I remember asking you questions and um, a, uh, a training room?” You sounded so unsure of yourself, but Bucky’s shallow nods suggest you were right. Bucky’s heart broke at how unsure you sounded.


“That’s right. When we trained you would always ask me questions. Do you remember anything else?” You tried to think, but you couldn’t remember much. You shook your head slightly to indicate you didn’t know. Bucky’s face fell but he also expected it. “It’s okay if you don’t, doll.” Your brows quirked at his pet name. Then something else fell into place.




The guard left again while you were training with the Winter Soldier. Why they were trying to make you into the next one, you had no idea, but you hated it. The only good thing about it was the Winter Soldier himself. What HYDRA didn’t know was you were slowly helping him regain his memory and with that the two of you started to fall for each other, hard. Would it work though? Would they take him away from you if they figured out what the two of you were doing? How the two of you were with each other? You were so caught up in your thoughts you didn’t hear him talking to you.


“Hey, you with me?” You blinked and looked back up to him. To the blue eyes you fell in love with. His face was pulled together in confusion at your quiet state. You were never this quiet and it worried him.


“Yeah, I am, sorry.” You gave him a small smile, but it didn’t meet your eyes and he noticed. He walked closer to you and cupped your face with his metal hand. It always surprised him when you leaned into his touch, especially when he used his metal hand. He tilted your face so he could look you in the eye.


“You can tell me anything, you know that.” You sighed knowing you couldn’t hide this from him.


“What are they gonna do when they find out, Buck? You know they will, what do we do then? I can’t lose you, I can’t.” You didn’t show your vulnerable side often, but you couldn’t help it.


“Hey, we’re gonna get out of here remember? We leave tonight. We’ll be okay, doll.”




“We were together.” You looked Bucky in the eye. His eyes grew wide and he waited. “We were together and we were supposed to leave, but they found out.” Everything was coming back now. You stared at the floor as memories started to flood your mind. How you were supposed to be the next Winter soldier, how they would wipe your memory but your emotions stayed intact, how you met Bucky, how you fell for Bucky.


How you were in love with Bucky.


You remembered.


“I remember.” You said looking up to him again. Tears were in your eyes and his as well. “I remember everything. Buck, I remember.” You half laughed and sobbed as you spoke. Bucky couldn’t take it anymore. He grabbed you and held you close. You wrapped your arms around him and held on for dear life.


“Oh, baby, I knew you would come back to me.” He whispered into your hair and kissed the top of your head.


“I always will.” He squeezed you impossibly tighter at your words and you didn’t mind. You had your Bucky back and he had you.


Someone clearing their throat broke you apart. You sniffled and looked back at the man you first saw when you came into your apartment. Bucky let you go, but keeping an arm around your waist keeping you close.


“Steve, this is my girl. Doll, this is Steve, he’s my best friend.” Bucky introduced the two of you. You nodded recalling the name. Bucky had talked about him after he started remembering.


“It’s nice to meet you.” You stuck out your hand for him to shake. Instead he caught you off guard and brought you into a hug pulling you away from Bucky slightly.


“Thank you for taking care of him.” He whispered in your ear. You smiled as you pulled back from him. Bucky brought you back to his side. You wrapped your arm around his waist as he did so.


“What do you say we get out of here, doll?” Bucky asked looking down at you. You nodded and Bucky gave you a quick squeeze before letting you go. The three of you made your way out of the apartment building. You couldn’t help but look at your soldier and think of the future that was now laid out in front of you.


A future with your Bucky.


- I hit my deadline yesterday and was able to deliver all of the training modules for beta testing on time. I didn’t think I was going to make it - in part because of the videographer being overscheduled, but he pulled it out of thin air in the middle of the night and woof, it feels so good to not have that particular anvil hanging over my head. Until I have to do the other 9 versions starting in a couple of weeks. Oy. 

- Got 9 hours of sleep last night. Boy, howdy, did I need that. Woke at 7am ready to roll. Did the dishes from last night while my pour over dripped and then I sat in the quiet living room to write. Am doing NaNoWriMo for the first time since 2013, and am on target so far. Current word count 7258. It’s a new project that will likely become a lot of short fiction pieces, so I’m basically doing a massive brain dump. The fun will be in the editing. 

- Because of the aforementioned deadline, I haven’t exercised much at all. In fact, I’ve been hard-pressed to break 5000 steps on any given day. Weekends are of course better, but even then, it’s just been around the house stuff. So, after I post this, I’m changing my clothes and heading out to walk around the neighborhood before the clouds sock us in again. The air is currently golden orange from the sugar maples. I want to walk through those leaves coming down - they’ll be gone by Monday, I suspect. 

- At 7:30 the Starlings came through. I hear them every morning, one small branch of the great fluttering river in the sky always snakes these few blocks west from the rest of the flow to land in my neighborhood trees for a few moments. This morning the whole river swooped along Longmere Dr. for a few minutes, none of them stopping. Hundreds of thousands of birds heading south for the day. I stood on my front porch watching them darken the sunrise. 

- I looked back through some 750words pages from a few years ago and found a passage about myself in relation to someone that ties into a dream I had about that someone that I woke from this morning. The passage is beautiful and I’m going to work with it as part of tomorrow’s session - it fits so neatly into my current project. As I write this, I am haunted by the feeling that several realities are crashing into one another inside of me and that something big is about to shift. I’m so curious. 

- Today is for some tasking - cooking, cleaning, laundry, sorting. Plus a visit to the indoor farmers market for some Andouille sausage (gumbo tonight!) and fixings for a cheese board to bring to a beer share date I have tonight. Tomorrow more homebody stuff. More writing. Oh, how I crave a staycation. 

- Final note - does anybody have recommendations for inexpensive home recording equipment for voiceover work? 

I am a cashier a a farmers market at a farmers market in Michigan

We sell a huge variety of stuff including fresh shrimp 

Today a toddler walked by our shrimp cooler and started chanting




Emphasis on the now

Eventually leading his mother to say,

“Please Daniel, we can’t keep doing this”

What is shrimp heaven? Why does Daniel need it now? 

What are our responsibilities in this situation if any?

But I fear something darker may lay under the surface that shrimp Jesus will return.

At the Dog Park

Another modern AU one shot :) 


“Come on Lady, let’s go! Dog park time!” Sansa called to her husky. She’d gotten her pretty girl as a puppy, and the two were joined at the hip. When Sansa started looking for jobs out of college, she only looked for dog-friendly offices, and when she looked for an apartment, she chose one with a big dog park close by.

Every Saturday morning, Sansa would take Lady for a run, and every Sunday morning, they’d go to the dog park. Sansa would usually take her to the farmers market afterwards, and her well-behaved girl would just sit and observe while Sansa popped in and out of stall after stall.

“It looks so beautiful outside, sweet girl!” Sansa chatted to her pup as she got dressed. Sansa threw on leggings and a sweatshirt, and swept her long red hair up into a messy bun.

Sansa grabbed her thermos and a book, slipped Lady’s pink collar and leash on, and jogged out the door. The dog park was just two blocks away, and Sansa loved to jog there with Lady so she was even more hyped up by the time they got there.

It was a crisp fall morning, but the park was on the empty side. “More room for us, pup!” Sansa chuckled to Lady as she let her off the leash. The gray husky tore off to chase one of her buddies, a cocker spaniel named Buddy who lived around the corner. Sansa waved to Buddy’s owner, and sat on the bench.

“Mind if I sit here?”

Sansa jumped a little and looked up. A handsome man with dark curly hair and deep brown eyes looked down at her, smiling.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you! I’m Jon, I’m that guy’s owner,” he said, pointing to a white husky that joined the fray. “That’s Ghost.”

Sansa shook his hand. “Hi Jon, I’m Sansa. That gray gal belongs to me, she’s Lady. Ghost is gorgeous, you don’t see white huskies that often.”

Jon smiled, and sat next to her. “He’s a pretty special guy. I got him a few years ago, he’s with me pretty much all the time.”

Sansa turned to face him better. “So is Lady, I take her to work with me almost every day.”

Jon laughed, “Same. I just moved here, is this park usually so empty?”

“No, there’s usually a pretty big group of dogs here on Sunday mornings. I guess most people went off apple picking or something today,” Sansa said. “I usually let Lady play for an hour or two, then we go to the farmers market.”

Jon’s eyes lit up. “There’s a farmers market around here?”

“Yep, one of the best in the city. I wanted to pick up some ingredients for dinner, I’m making butternut squash souffle.” Sansa wasn’t sure why she was being so chatty. Something about this handsome stranger made her want to share everything, and learn everything about him.

Jon raised an eyebrow. “Butternut squash souffle? Are you a chef?” Sansa laughed. “No, just a wannabe food blogger. I love to cook, but I’m in public relations for a living.”

“I hope it’s not too forward for me to say, that sounds wonderful. I’m quite jealous!” Jon chuckled.

Ghost and Lady came sprinting up to their owners. “Hi pretty girl, did you make a new friend?” Sansa cooed. Ghost jumped up on Jon’s lap and Sansa tilted her head back, roaring with laughter. Sansa gave Lady a treat, and a kiss on the nose, before the wolf took off running again, Ghost hot on her heels.

“Seems like our dogs get along,” Jon said quietly.

Sansa met his eyes and smiled softly. “I suppose they do.”

“Would you mind if we joined you at the farmer’s market once they’re done playing?” Jon asked shyly.

Sansa smiled. “Not at all.”


1. Slept poorly due to tasting too many different types of beer and sampling a strange mix of snacks and pairings at a beer share. I’m thinking I got two hours of true in the deep sleep. What a waste of that extra hour. Sigh.

2. The rain in the darkest hours before dawn sounded like it might be ice pellets. Snuggled down under flannel I had no concept of actual temperature, so imagine my surprise when I got up to make coffee at 7 and heard thunder. It was 60 degrees and we had one hell of a brief thunderstorm with one flash/crack/boom that made me jump out of my skin. 

3. I’ve been sitting here paying bills and writing and reading with the front door open. Weird. 

4. What an amazingly productive day I had yesterday. Took a long walk, did some leg exercises, cleaned out the garage, visited the farmers market, cleaned the kitchen and tidied up around the house, made gumbo and a spicy potato kale soup, cleaned the bathroom, tidied my room, and even managed to hit my word count before I started any of it. 

5. I planned to have a similarly productive day today, but I feel like hammered dog poo. I think I need an hour nap and then a shower before I can get going. I haven’t even come close to my word count for the day so I might make that my post-nap priority. Maybe a gym visit, too? More thunderstorms in the forecast for this afternoon and evening. The neighborhood is so quiet right now. It’s the perfect time to take a snooze. Maybe I’ll do it on the couch so I don’t get too comfortable and end up sleeping for four hours. 

6. Never mind. The new neighbor is out on her front porch smoking and talking and hacking up a lung a short 30′ from my porch. 

7. I have a few things I need to say no to and I’m struggling. It’s imperative that I find the words. 


The plan today was to hit up a farmers market.  Back home, Kevin and I loved going to the Saturday market.  It was chock full of vendors selling fresh produce, olive oils, the best naan you’ve ever had, almond butter, pies, empanadas, fresh bread, pour over coffee, you name it!  Ever since moving to Virginia we’ve wanted to find a staple to our weekends like our market but never put forth the energy or effort to do so.  Thanks to FB we saw an advertisement for a farmers market in downtown on Sundays.  Perfect!  We set our alarms, got up earlier than we would on a normal Sunday, I made breakfast for us before going so we wouldn’t be as tempted on empty stomachs and even withheld coffee so we could get it there.  

Off we go, following the navigation to get us to our new weekend spot only 6 minutes from our house.  We decide to drive by first so we can figure out where to park in proximity only to slowly drive past and see the smallest farmers market known to man.  Three vendors.  Three.  And the only people there were the vendors.  Sad.  We keep on driving and hit up the grocery store instead since we were on a bit of a time crunch.  Talk about disappointment!  

At least we had a successful grocery store trip and I even was able to pick up some diet root beer so I could try the cream soda inspired by @lchfjourney.  Ohmygosh it was way better than I expected it to be.  I’ve never been the hugest fan of root beer floats but this, man, this is definitely going to be a repeat treat.  Unfortunately, it did set me off on a bit of a snack binge but I kept it under control and thankfully ate a smaller portion of dinner than normal so I didn’t go crazy in numbers today.  

The latter part of the day was spent working on my gallery wall!  As you can see I’m almost done!  I still have two more photos to put up because two of my frames don’t have hooks - I’m either going to buy new frames or buy some velcro and stick that shit up.  The whole process of putting up the wall was both easier and harder than I expected.  The hardest part was putting up the paper.  I know!  Did not expect that. Since it was such a large piece of paper and was so cumbersome to handle, every time I’d tape one side up the other side would fall down.  Then when I did get it up it was either crooked or in the wrong place.  I actually had to ask Kevin to leave the room because after helping me tape it up the first time he was stressing me out worried I was going to fall off the step-stool making him a widow at 32 and offering constructive criticism while sitting down across the room which which I was not in the mood for.  But, I took care of myself by asking him politely to leave the room and we were both better off for it. 

Kevin had been craving butter chicken for the last few days so we made it for dinner tonight.  This time, surprisingly, I didn’t eat as much and doubled down on salad which was a good move macro wise.  Can’t believe I hit my fat goal down to the gram!  

This weekend went by way too quickly.  I’m ready for a few more days off now, please.  

The Adler planetarium was handing out eclipse glasses downtown. They were supposed to be there from 7:00-1:00. They were completely out by 7:45. The guy who gave me mine said they had 8,000 pairs. People were queuing since 6 AM in the rain. This afternoon’s giveaway is going to be CHAOS.

The upshot, though, is that the farmers market was in full swing. Breakfast today was samples. Also I finally got to try Justice of the Pies!

Ok, I’m bored so I’m going to share my thoughts today…. there’s a little farmers market just down the street (or rather country road, because as of March I’ve been rural as hell), and its awesome because they have a wood-fired pizza truck and a couple of booths with veggies, fruit, homemade pies and Simple Simon stuff (all frozen meat pies and dips and stuff and its local and awesome and so good). And having it less than a two minute drive away at the little community hall, is really great. I mean, we are out of the realm of being able to actually order delivery, and the nearest Timmies is 15 min away (a Canadian crime I swear), so its nice to have that… plus there is a family friendly beer garden! How cool is that?  Its all these good old country folk just sitting down to have a can of local brew with or without some food, and there’s usually a dude there singing country music and although it isn’t my absolute fav, there’s just something about listening to it while looking out over endless fields that makes you kind of in a Country mood you know?

But I digress,
Every time I am at one of these things I cannot help where my mind wanders…

Kristoff enjoys all the hand-made wrot-iron weather vanes and crafted goods that people are selling, whereas Anna is always picking out the freshest fruit and veggies and absolutely fawning over all the home-made pies (especially since this time they have chocolate-pecan!)

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livestock farmers

realize this - their whole worth comes from the lives of innocent beings. instead of investing in themselves and having a career based on their own talent and skills, they use, torture, rape and kill animals. 

even when the market is declining and small livestock farmers are making less than ever, they still go on, trying to save their beloved farm and “business”. between 1970 and today, the US lost 88% of its dairy farms. the government has been cracking down on small farms, and less than 25% of farms bring a revenue of more than $50,000 a year. 

which is fine by me. while factory farms are terrible for the environment, local family farms are just as bad - sometimes worse. grass-fed animals can produce 50 to 60 percent more greenhouse gas emissions than their grain-eating livestock. they can also use more water as their activity level is higher, especially in hot, summer months. they also use more land, so small, free-range, organic farms are no greener than factory farms. 

but you argue livestock farmers make a hard-earned honest living? no. that’s just sheer abuse and laziness. there should never be a business that solely relies on killing others for profit.

Driving Miss Sansa

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Day 4 (13 Jul): Hazy Days

“This gloomy weather is just insufferable. I can’t imagine it’s summer already. It’s so foggy outside, I can hardly see the garden from here! Oh summer sun where art thou?” Arya huffed as she laid on the velvet lounge in the new beaded dress that Gendry had gifted her from Kings Landing.

“Oh I do wish you would stop groaning about the weather, Arya. It’s perfectly cool today, wonderful for a walk don’t you think?” Sansa chided her sister as she walked to the large windows that overlooked the fountains. Indeed, it was foggy and quite a sad sight, especially on a Saturday morning in the middle of July.

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