peanut butter dreams.

Adam calls me the sleep connoisseur. He gave me this name because my sleep is very important to me. I either have the best nights sleep of my life, or the worst.
Last night was awful.
I woke up in a panic because I thought someone was choking me to death--I had a terrible terrible sore throat. So bad, it hurt to speak. Swallowing just about killed me.
There wasn't a cough drop in sight and I was thiiiis close to marching into the nearest drug store wearing only my jammies demanding some meds while gasping for air.
lets take a moment and try to picture that, shall we?
lovely.

AnYwAy....
Before I could even lift my head off the pillow-Adam was already on the computer searching "at-home remedies for sore throats."

I was not being an over dramatic princess. I was DYING people.

To my delight, it turns out a remedy for sore throats is a tablespoon of peanut butter. now we're talkin'

We might not have any cough drops, medicine, or cough syrup on hand, but you can always count on the Buies for some peanut buttah! Sheesh. I was just waiting for him to add a tub of vanilla ice cream and chocolate sauce to the list-and hey! this sore throat business wasn't so bad! but that wasn't the case. just peanut butter.

lets face it. i was *h** u **n **g **r **y.

So at 3:30 a.m. this morning I poured myself a cup of steaming pomegranate tea and enjoyed a whopping tablespoon of peanut butter in bed. It was like a tea party for two. well one. husband was zonked out by then.

moral of the story: sore throats aren't so bad after all.

Garance Doré

Husband forwarded me this blog which I find tres tres bien.

Garance Doré.

I knew he had a thing for French Women!

today.

I love this.
I was having a crap day and almost erased my blog.
My cute brother sent me this link and I instantly became happy again.
Thank you cute brother.

Know Your Knots

What kind of Wife AM I? Adam was leaving for his camp-out with the scouts this morning and I forgot to tuck his knot tying guide in between his sleeping bag and thermals. Sheesh.
I figured he could use this if he needs to make a raft or get a little nugget scout out of a tree.

This is why Heavenly Father made me a Young Woman.
Knots give me head-aches.
***

And remember: "Before tying knots, learn how to WHIP a rope to keep it from unraveling."
Lucky for my husband, I already taught him how to do this.
***


did I really just say that?!

Lemon Yogurt Poppy Seed Bread

Last week I tried making THIS, but it ended up a little too moist and spongey for me.
I decided to try the recipe again last night since I wasn't too happy with it--this time using less yogurt, and substituting the blueberries with poppy seed.
(I keep writing poopy-seed).
Anywho, GOOD. NIGHT.
I think the heavens opened for a split second and all was right with the world.

WARNING: this bread will not make you skinny.
But it will make you happy.
And it sure is pretty to look at:

For the glaze I whisked together lemon juice with powdered sugar and smothered the sucker. I let it sit for a while before I dusted the top with more powdered sugar (.....but lets pretend I didn't put that in there....)

Prolly one of the best things I have ever baked.

You're welcome.

Casey, please try making this. You won't be disappointed.
Bon appetit!

Happy Mothers Day!
Thanks for all the laughs ;)
Love you,
Erin Lee

Happy Friday Birdies.

I love vintage bird prints. The Buies have 2 in Midway that i'm tempted to snatch off the wall every time i'm there. Instead, I do the right thing and look for my own on etsy. I could spend hours on that website looking for vintage goods. I love these:

Speaking of birds, this morning we were woken by a very LOUD and annoying bird whistling outside. Adam asked me if it was our next door neighbor, Carol. I almost peed my pants laughing.

Feliz Cinco de Mayo

xo,

los buies

7-year old conversation:

(outside in the front yard)
Erin: What do you want to do today?
Adam: I dunno, what do you want to do?
---
Adam: Maybe I should be a Fireman.
Erin: ooohh...you would be so cute. I love suspenders.
---
Adam: Maybe we should make paper boats and sail them down the rain gutter.
Erin: OK.

not so *simple pleasures.
*i thought making these was easy. jeeeeez.

yougottabekiddinme.

This morning as i hopped out of bed i stepped right into a pile of dog poop.
I then proceeded to get ready for work on a saturday. On my drive up the canyon, i encountered a flustery snow storm and walked through the snow into the office wearing peep toe shoes.
and now it's hailing.
May is looking real good.
bleh.

At least i've done some quality online dream-shopping. So far,
i need this.
i would love this.
this wouldn't hurt.
i can live without it, but still want it.
this i definitely can't live without.
eh, throw these in there too.

i'm glad tomorrow's sunday.