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Beach Trip Meals

Okay so we all know I’m extra lol soooo here ya go

Beach Day Snacks
water (some frozen for next beach day)
Pouches (we would refrigerate or freeze for the next beach day)
Fruit (also frozen/refrigerated for next beach day)
-grapes, watermelon, cuties, apples, bananas, etc)
Goldfish
PB crackers
Cliff/Z bars
Pepperoni
*growing up we used to bring packs of hot dogs & eat them cold 🤷🏼‍♀️😂*

Meals for the Week
*prep before hand (we did Friday evening)*
-cook all chicken
-cook taco meat
-cook rice
-cut up fruit

Saturday (head to beach)
Lunch: sandwiches 
Dinner: Naan Pizza (EVOO, garlic, onion, prosciutto, mozz, tomato)

Sunday
Breakfast: eggs + biscuits&gravy
Lunch:  Mac & cheese + hot dogs
Dinner: Green Sauce Tortellini (a random creation of mine to sneak in veggies:  blend spinach & zucchini, cook tortellini in that sauce, mozz & shredded chicken added at end)

Monday
Breakfast: PB toast + fruit
Lunch: quesadillas + rice
Dinner: Broccoli Chicken Alfredo

Tuesday
Breakfast: Oatmeal
Lunch: hot ham&cheese + soup
Dinner: Asian fried rice

Wednesday
Breakfast: French toast toast + fruit
Lunch: PB&J
Dinner: Butternut squash pasta (super easy one pot wonder: sauté sausage, onion, garlic & set aside. Cook pasta in chicken stock, add precubed butternut squash & spinach, add back sausage combo & finish with mozz)

Thursday
Breakfast: eggs + biscuits&gravy
Lunch: chicken salad
Dinner: order in

Friday 
Breakfast:  oatmeal
Lunch: order in
Dinner: grill out hotdogs/hamburgers

Saturday (head home)
Breakfast: drive thru 
Lunch: sandwiches 


Dear Dad, I Am So Mad At You.

Every year I handle today differently.  This year, I am bitter.

I always used to get offended when people called suicide “selfish”.   They have no idea what you were going through; what drove you to this or why you would consider suicide as your only option.  But that’s the thing.  WHY.  No one knows why.  No one ever will or ever could know why.  & that has been the biggest struggle of my life.  At seven years old, wanting to know what I did wrong.  Why didn’t you want to be my Dad any more?  I was so sorry for all the times I made you mad at me.  All the times I didn’t listen or talked back. Maybe if I hadn’t. Maybe if I would’ve cleaned my room the first time you asked.  Maybe, maybe, maybe.  The weight of blame & guilt is overbearing and it is so easy to drown in the what ifs. So this year, I am angry for you being “selfish”. Continue reading Dear Dad, I Am So Mad At You.