Romantic Breakfast Ideas for Valentine’s Day

Valentine’s Day is just a week away. Maybe you’re planning to buy your loved one some expensive gift, or maybe flowers and chocolates, or maybe go out for a romantic dinner. But maybe instead of those normal, every day, blase things, maybe you could start their day off right with a romantic breakfast.

via Liz Bushong

Want to give your lover the gift of double entendre? Try this Cherry Pie Pastry Envelope from Liz Bushong. Just don’t try to drop it in the mail! This is super easy even for those not experienced in the kitchen, since it uses premade pie crust and canned pie filling.

Want something that tastes like dessert but counts as breakfast? What about this Raspberry and Ricotta Cheese Stuffed French Toast from Tastespotting? Another easy yet elegant looking recipe that’s not too sweet. My mouth is watering just thinking about it!

Got a manly man at home that doesn’t want all that frou frou fancy food? Get him a dozen roses. BACON ROSES! Our Best Bites has a great tutorial to follow. Big wow factor with minimal effort, and you can EAT your roses afterwards!

via Diethood

Want something a little more hands on? Imagine spreading thick raspberry sauce on lemon crepes, folding them up gently with your fingers and gently feeding your special someone by hand? Super romantic, right? *wistful sigh* Plus, since these Lemon Crepes with Raspberry Sauce are from Diethood, they’re great for people watching their waistlines.

What about something that brings you back to your youth? These Heart-Shaped Strawberry Cream Cheese Breakfast Pastries from Classy Cooking remind me of toaster strudel. This fun treat will make your lover giggle with the fun of it all.

What sort of fun breakfast ideas can you think of for a romantic Valentine’s Day breakfast? Let me know in the comments!


A Girl Always Needs Her Daddy

Hey everyone! I wrote this on Facebook tonight and in honor of Father’s Day I’m sharing it here. To all the daughters missing their daddies tonight: I am with you.

Whenever I felt lonely or sad, or had something exciting to share, or just wanted to chat about nothing, all I had to do was pick up the phone and call him. He was always there for me. He showed me how women should be treated: with respect and admiration. He showed me through his actions that people were people when it came to things like sexuality, race, creed, etc. He only ever criticized people for ignorance or bad fashion choices – things they could change. He was encouraging and optimistic instead of critical and negative. He made me feel safe. I know with 100% certainty that he would be so proud of all I’ve accomplished since he’s been gone, because he always was proud of me no matter what. He was the one person I could always count on. We were a team. I miss you, Daddy.

When It Rains, It Pours

Sometimes we have periods of time where things feel like they’re going well, and then there are times when everything feels like it’s piling on you like an avalanche. This week has felt a bit like the latter.

We had new neighbors move in downstairs on Friday. They had all the windows open and the front door open on a very windy evening, and the wind kept slamming the door shut violently, which shook the entire building. After the 5th or 6th SLAM I went downstairs and opened my door. I politely asked the man (and with some trepidation, as we have another neighbor who drinks too much and slams doors while screaming loudly occasionally) what was going on with the slamming? He introduced himself to me and said he was moving in and seemed confused as to why I seemed to care. I watched the wind try to close the door again and made a comment about how it was the wind making the door slam (as an older man used  a towel to prop it open) and went back upstairs, but now whenever I see him he looks at me like I’m a giant asshole. So now there’s tension with the new neighbor because I didn’t want my entire apartment to shake while I was trying to relax after work.

Monday was an incredibly emotional day for me, due to digging up some deep rooted emotional issues I’d long thought taken care of. They do that, you know. Like an old, uncomfortable pair of shoes you think you’ve tossed in the dumpster but you find, years later, stuck in the sliding mechanism of the guest room bureau. They turn up and throw a stick in your spokes.

Relax I was stopped at a light.
He really likes chicken and rice.

Wednesday my dog Bingley, my baby boy, my heart, my soul, fell ill suddenly. He was lethargic and refused all food. He just slept all day and when I took him out for a walk he was stiff and slow. He had a fever, and the shakes. I decided to see how he was in the morning. This morning we took him to the vet because he was still feverish and shaky. They gave him a pain injection, antibiotics, pepcid and subcutaneous fluids and tested him for Lyme. He’s much better but my wallet is much lighter. I hope he continues to improve. I don’t know what I’d do without my baby boy.

When I arrived home today I received two letters in the mail. One, my doctor’s office announcing my doctor’s retirement. I’ve had the same, incredible, amazing doctor longer than I’ve been married. It’s safe to say that I love him like an uncle. And now I have to try to find a doctor that I trust as much as I trust him.

The second letter was from my apartment complex. The letter states that I’m in violation of my lease for not having renters’ insurance. I’ve had continuous renters’ insurance since I moved in, EIGHT YEARS AGO. The letter states that if I do not comply they may evict me.  I was THREATENED WITH EVICTION for not giving them a copy of a piece of paper. Can we not be civil in this day and age? This is the very first notice I’ve received for this ‘violation’ and it threatens eviction? Even though it’s a form letter, it’s ridiculous.

I’m tired, people. I try so hard to be considerate of others, so it’s extra hard when people seem ignorant of my feelings. All I want is a place to live where I feel safe and I can relax. It feels like so much to ask these days – to have peace and feel respected.

If I hadn’t started meditating regularly first thing in the morning I’d be in tears right now.

Be kind to others, okay? Life’s too short to be an asshole.

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