The Tragic Loss of the Little Navy Zip-up

I can’t believe it has almost been a week since I blogged. Time flies! The end of the trip in Minot was as good as the beginning and we got home safe and sound, albeit at little tired, on Sunday.

I am in mourning. I left my navy blue zip up track jacket on the plane. I loved that little coat. It was perfect for the summer when you need a little something to cover your arms—nothing more, nothing less. It was fun and sporty. I loved it for it who it was and the service it gave me—it was not name brand or this year’s hottest. From a Target clearance rack it was born, and I adopted it from my mother (some may say stole, but I chose to believe that I gave it a better home). It served me well and now I must let it go. Damn I miss that coat.

In other news, our new fridge is spanky! I love having only this week’s freshest groceries in there. It is a great feeling.

Last night I decided to cook and made quesadillas with fresh mashed avocados, brown jalepenos and onions, cheese, and chicken. They were delicious. I do enjoy cooking when I have a fun recipe to try and all the ingredients ready etc., but I am not a neat cook. The kitchen was a disaster!

Does anyone else have any really yummy dinner recipes they have tried lately?