Deviled Eggs

Last day of May Project 12!  This month I was testing out 12 new recipes.  I did not quite make it to 12 because I am a creature of habit and trying new things is hard for me.  🙂  I am still committed to continue with this, so check out my recipe page for updates!

Every Southern women needs to have their go-to item for pot-lucks, cookouts, and church suppers.  My go-to side item is deviled eggs.  Every single time I make these, they are GONE!



  • boiled eggs (I used 18 here)
  • mustard
  • mayonnaise
  • salt/pepper
  • paprika
  • Optional:  sweet relish, parsley, sliced jalapenos

SIDE NOTES:  I have a few really nice glass deviled egg plates, but I love these from Target for on the go.  When I put relish in my deviled eggs, I put those in the pink dish…pickles in pink, boring in blue.


Boil the eggs.  (Eggs in water, bring to a boil.  Boil for about 5-7 minutes, then take off the heat and cover with lid.  Let sit for at least 10 minutes.)  Here are the ultimate tricks for peeling eggs.   First of all, don’t use fresh eggs.  I usually have to buy eggs when I am making deviled eggs.  The eggs from my chickens don’t stay around long enough to get “unfresh”.  Second trick is to add ice and cold water to the pot after it has been sitting covered.  Let the ice melt, and the eggs cool, then pour the water off.  Then just shake the pot from side to side and front to back.  The peels will just fall right off.

Slice the eggs in half, and put the yolks in a separate bowl.  Add mayo, mustard, and salt and pepper.  I eyeball this.  Remember you can always add more…but you can’t take away mayo if you add to much!



Sometimes I get fancy and pipe my eggs using a plastic baggy with a tiny hole cut in the bottom corner.


Piped eggs.  Sprinkle paprika on top.


I love this spicy option of a sliced jalapeno on top.   Make these deviled eggs and they are sure to be the hit of all your summer cookouts!

What’s next for June Project 12?  My husband and I have committed to spending 12 uninterrupted minutes alone together everyday.  This should be interesting.  <3

Thigh Gap


A thigh gap is a space between the inner thighs of women when standing upright with knees touching. A thigh gap has become an aspect of physical attractiveness that has been associated with fragility and femininity. In the United States, it has been reported that among teenage girls, a gap has become a beauty ideal. Achieving a thigh gap is difficult for many women and has led to cases of extreme dieting or even surgery in order to try to obtain it. The thigh gap craze has been criticized as physically unnatural and a mostly unachievable body shape goal and as a cause of eating disorders. –


I had a conversation with my 12 year old daughter this weekend I thought I would never have.  It went like this…

Me:  Did you have fun swimming today?

Her:  Yes!  We played categories, and had handstand contests.  _____’s mom wore a bikini and she has a thigh gap.  I want a thigh gap.  Just a little one. (said while holding her pointer and thumb a few inches apart.


Exactly.  How do you respond to this?  I was shocked, mad, sad, then active.

Shocked… I asked her how she even knew about a thigh gap?  (her friend from school) And why she would want a thigh gap? (she doesn’t know.)

Mad… I flipped out.  I told her that having a thigh gap is absolutely ridiculous and she couldn’t be friends with that girl anymore.  I yelled a little about eating disorders and how society is crazy with these ideals.  I preached about how these are just shells and when we die just our soul matters.  I went on and on about her amazing strong body and the things her body can do with or without an effing thigh gap.

Sad…I started crying.  She started crying.  I hugged her and told her how much I loved her and her beautiful body.  How I loved her sweetness and how she always helps others.  I told her that her legs were so strong to help her run fast and play soccer.  I reminded her how pretty her skin and her hair is .  I hugged her little self until my heart felt better.

Active…  Let’s get real-I will never have a thigh gap.  But, I have my own insecurities.  I wish my butt was smaller, and my thighs didn’t rub together.  I wish my boobs looked the way they looked before I carried and fed my children.  I try really hard to not talk about this out loud.  I don’t label foods as good or bad.  I try to not talk about losing weight but about being healthy.   I mean…the bodies in this family are not meant for thigh gaps.  We were not made to run marathons or fall over in the wind.  We are strong, ox-like Pleasant people.  We are built sturdy…we were born to run fast, to carry heavy shit, and to give gigantic hugs.  There is not a thigh gap in our DNA.  We hike mountains and take long walks on the beach, with anti-chafing gel on of course.  (PS- Spray deodorant works well too.) I talked to my husband about it…He was honest with me.  He said while I do use words like  healthy, feel good and not label foods…I still I mention weight.  I still weigh myself and measure my food.  I still get frustrated trying on clothes, and keep a food journal.  She sees that…even though I try so hard to set a healthy example for her, I realize I am not perfect and have some work to do myself.


The next day, my daughter and I took Toby for a walk around the block, and I brought it up again.  I apologized for being mad and sad and explained to her it was only because I love her so much and think she is the most perfect little girl I have ever seen in my life.  I told her that God made us all to shine in these different amazing ways. I told her the things I really loved about my body.  I have crazy strong abs , nice teeth, and a brain that seriously will not quit.  She told me the things she really loved about hers.  She loves her olive skin, her cute feet, and her heart.  We both love our hazel eyes, how strong our bodies we are.  She did say that she changed her mind and decided she didn’t want a thigh gap anymore.  (But there will always be something…what is next?)


My girl is just 12 years old.  As she approaches her teenage years I want her to have fun, developing meaningful friendships, passions and hobbies.  Not focus on the space between her thighs.  Gap or no gap.  She is beautiful.  You are beautiful.  Women are beautiful.  <3

Thoughts?  I would love to hear from you.  This is a big issue.  Be kind.  XO




I turned 37

My birthday was yesterday.  I turned the big 3-7.  It was one of the best birthdays I have ever had.  I wasn’t sipping margaritas on a beach in the Virgin Islands.  I wasn’t on a jeep in the rain forest of  Costa Rica.  I wasn’t on a safari in Africa.

I was just right at home.  And it was perfect.  I woke up around 6…I know.  Old habits die hard.  My kids were sleeping in, so I decided to go take a yoga class to get my day started right.  I went to Y2 Yoga for a sweaty, kick butt class.  The instructor actually announced that it was my birthday and everyone in class sang to me in wide-legged forward fold.  Nothing like a whole bunch of butts singing to you to make you smile.  I needed that smile and that energy from the other students.  I miss my dad.  Holidays are hard.  Easter was hard, Mother’s Day was hard…now here we are on my birthday.  I have all his voicemails saved on my phone.  On the way to yoga, I listened to the message he left me last year on my birthday…the message gets cut off because I call him in the middle of it.  I remember this conversation like it was yesterday.  I was at the lake with friends, and I was up early (of course!) cleaning up.  My dad wished me a happy birthday and told me how proud he was of me for following my dreams and becoming a yoga teacher and blogger.

I almost turned around and went home after listening to that message and having that memory flood my mind.  But I knew I would feel so much better if I stayed and practiced.  And of course I felt energized, light and motivated to have an amazing day.


My husband was out of town helping his parents, so me and the kids packed up lunch and headed to the pool.  We stopped by Starbucks for my free birthday drink!


I met my bestie and her four kids for pool time.  Is this not the cutest picture ever?


This beautiful bouquet was waiting on me from my sweet hubby.  The most amazing thing he did though had nothing to do with the gifts he gave me for my special day. He thought we went to the Siskey Y pool…usually we do.  We thought it would be crowded, so we went to the Morrison Y pool instead.  Around 2:00, he sent me a text asking if we were at Harris Y.  (yes…we are pool hoppers.)  I called him back to tell him the deal, and he was at Siskey.  He came to surprise me and the kids since he had been gone all weekend.   He knows my love language.   <3


We ended up meeting family for dinner at The Cheesecake Factory.  YUM.

Perfect day.  I wouldn’t change a thing.

I am excited about being 37.  I don’t want to be 27.  I don’t feel old.  I don’t look old.  This is going to be an exciting year.  Stay tuned for a post later this week when I share my 37 in 37.  I am listing 37 things I want to do/accomplish/see this year.

I would love to hear your ideas!  What would you add to your list?



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