Always Fresh

When I read, I write. Well-motivated, energetic writers do me more good than ones who dish out cold, hard fact, and leave my spirit hungry and dry. Not often do I finish books I start - I finish them, but not until I've started several others as well. Sometimes one book does not satisfy me the way I imagined it would, so instead of losing the passion I started out with, I maintain it by starting another book with equally (or more) pressing interest. If then, that plot begins to wear thin, I pick up the former; or start yet another. In so doing, I keep things fresh, and movement doesn't get stopped up. I like it this way! Just like a runner never takes the same route - well, they might, but not every single day. Also like dog trainers do not teach the same commands in the same order so the dog doesn't become bored, or execute the command just for a treat. Keep them on their toes, and our minds should be the same way. I like it! So if I'm getting to a good part in my book, go a little further, so I am hungry for more, but never allow myself to read past the "full" point - it takes longer to come back to it that way. 

Perhaps that is multi-tasking applied to other areas of my life? It's not so bad, afterall. :)

Thirteen Reasons Why

That book, I have just begun. I love the feeling I get when opening a new book for the first time, and begin to read. I have no idea where it's going to take me, or where we have begun. My mind works extra-fast, trying to grasp what is going on. I vision myself in the room with the narrator, seeing what they see, hearing what they hear, feeling what they feel. I follow them as they walk, speak with people, and hear their thoughts. I am confused as to what is happening, but in the most enjoyable of ways. I have no idea who this person is that I am with, but we share something in common. I am intrigued, and must leave you now, because they are waiting. Waiting for me.

Off to live the mystery!

One Productive Day

To start this off, it is Friday. One week till a kind of important day in my life. It is also nearing the end of the week, and is pretty much the last day I have to "perfect" everything before the weekend hits and we're busy-busy-busy in other matters. So, this afternoon: I get to wash all the dishes on the counters and put them away. I get to wash, dry and fold laundry. Then I am going to find some free wifi (I have just the place - a cozy little book store/coffee shop, only 8 minutes away) to work on practice college tests. Spend a couple hours there, maybe read a book or two. Come home, think about going to my fitness center if I have the time, then start on Dinner. Tidy up the house one last time, and wait for my man to come home. And that's my day! (I like Fridays.)

=)

Love, What it Really Means

   Today equals 25 months with the man. (Gosh dang, I love him!!) But that's the thing.. as I pondered all night what I wanted to get him, and what the card should say, what I should make as a special meal, etc.. It got me thinking what *really* matters and what would truly mean something to him. As I hopped out of bed this morning, it hit me. (Not as a surprise, mind you. I'd known for a while, but it meant something extra today, seeing as what the day was.) 

   The best way to show that you love someone, is to please them. Yes, while fancy chocolates in a box are nice, or an expensive bottle of champagne; what this girl really need to do is clean her man's house, keep it clean, be as thrifty, cleanly, joyful and encouraging as possible. All the time.

   It's not about the little housewife in me. Far from it. I loathe (and always have loathed) the idea of keeping a house just to serve a man. No, a clean (or dirty) house says something about me too. And it's not just about the house. If your work space is clear, your mind and spirit tend to be organized. You can plan and think more clearly, and whatever you're working on has a better chance of being productive. Growing up, I always had trouble focusing on math (not a strong point) if there were dirty clothes strewn all over my room. Not that the clothes were in my way or prohibiting me from doing math, but it was continually in the back of my mind, and took me away from giving the task at hand my all.

   Keeping a clean space, both in my home and I guess it also applies to a person's hygiene, shows others that you have respect for yourself *and* the people around you. Did I mention that makes you a more lovable person? Food tastes better in a good atmosphere too, especially when you don't have to worry if dust from the ceiling or a hair of the cook has fallen into it. Nope! We care about ourselves, therefore our home is dealt with with care, and whatever we do or make or plan - fairly well done as well. Don't you love it?

   And if you add a good mood to this, it all just becomes that much better. 

   So! I bought my man Snickers ice cream bars, a card, AND cleaned up his house nicely for him. What makes it most enjoyable for *me* is that I know he doesn't expect it, and he'll be very appreciative. I love that about him, among hundreds of other things. (Oh, he also has a coupon for a homemade dinner awaiting - it's a raincheck because I'm going to be gone tonight, at this was our date night. Any night of his choosing: Friday, Saturday, or Sunday I will make him Barbecued Meatballs, Garlic Mashed Potatoes & Sweet Corn. In the mean time he'll eat hot dogs, homemade French fries, and Snickers ice cream treats.

   Happy 25 months together, my Love!! <3 :)

Cold, Dark, Wednesday Morning

   What a strange occurrence of events, these last few days have been. (Is that proper wording? It is 1:28 in the morning, afterall.) I haven't been very faithful with my blog. Nothing really, has been consistent this month, or really the one before that. A person must realize what is making them ill before they can find a cure. I think that's what I'm doing. (And I know I don't like this font color. That's help for starters.) 

   Let's set the stage. I'm in my pink pajamas (actually, they're not even mine. I borrowed them from a friend several months ago, and still have not returned them.) Also wearing a black hoodie that's part of a track suit - which was outgrown long before now. The floor is cold to my bare feet, as the heater doesn't kick in til around two, then things warm up again. But who cares then, because most people are tucked into bed, sound asleep. I am seated on a dining room table bench - though the table it belongs with is in the center of the living room, in from of the TV. That is the fashion in which my husband and I have a feasty dinner; food + movie = perfect Stay-In date. (It was lovely, by the way.) Anyway, too lazy to put it back, so the bench is here, lonely, by itself. I have a leftover Frosted Mint Latte from this afternoon. Shear beauty, right there. I am deep in love with mint. Preferably peppermint, but spearmint will do also. 

   

Pretty much this is just a relaxed, pondering over the day's happenings blog. Not very newsy, or containing information that Just. Couldn't. Wait. Till tomorrow. Nope, just me trying to catch up, and feeling rather pleased with myself for getting this far.

   Well, I'm thinking about hitting the hay now. And to change the font color. THIS by the way, was the OLD COLOR. (See why I had to change it? yeah... kind of a plum-y sort.. not fit for relaxation right before bed and starting a new day. We need more BRIGHTNESS, more ENERGY. :)

   Later! & Goodnight!

Energy

   Do you know the feeling of utter dread when something awful is about to happen, but it takes forever to come so the intensity of not knowing just keeps building and building till you feel you can't take it anymore, and then the fear of whatever might have happened is worse than the actual thing that was going to happen?
   I am not an easily frightened person. I have no worries when it comes to needles, or spiders, or blood, or even dying, really. I'm not overly afraid of ghosts (if they exist) and bad guys in creepy movies only scare me if I really let them. Most of the time though, I can hold my ground, clench my teeth, or be otherwise unaffected.

   Not lately. Lately, I've been flooded with all sorts of negative energy, that can overtake me any minute of the day, with no explanation at all. I may be under the its power for as long as the negative energy wills, or as long as I feed the energy. Which, I have not learned how to properly channel energy yet, so when the really strong positive energies come over me, I am the most cheerful, happy, and wonderfully contented person alive. And then... then when the less than merry energies come, they take me down with one blow. I feel like I am helpless. And it really stinks. (An understatement.)
   It takes no thought to be angry, crabby, grouchy, impatient, unkind, selfish. But I have to try REALLY hard when I want to be loving, considerate, understanding, patient, kind, forgiving. Naturally, my mind springs into action when something bad happens or someone does something hurtful or rude to me. But when I genuinely want to take it all in stride, and respond gently - I can't.
   I feel like my Chi is really out of balance. My love to my fellow man is out of whack. Knowledge of my shortcomings just makes me more edgy! They say you have to admit you're sick if you want to be made well, but when I think about how "sick" I am, I just get worse. So I blog. And listen to Enya. (It seems to help.)
   Strangely enough, this morning/afternoon was really a high for me. I had upbeat music going, and I really got it in my head that I wanted my home to be a place of peace and good energy, so the atmosphere and my attitudes and actions needed to reflect that. To get a good vibe, the house needs to be clean, and have good things in it. I really tidied things up and it made me feel so very much at home - more than I've been in a long time. Both a blessing and a curse, I really "feel" things, people, places. I can sense energies when I walk into places, meet people, even eat foods. For the most part it is entertaining, and intriguing.
   I feel entirely beat.. and I hate, hate, hate the feeling of being out of control. :-/ We'll see where this goes.. and how long it lasts. Anyway... I have a new form of energy heading my way. Compassionate energy. Someone needs me. I'm going now. (I love it when I can take the focus off my own miserable state and put it on someone else's. Obviously I had enough energy to make myself sick, so I'm going to redirect it to make this person feel better. THAT is one thing I do love about energy, positive and negative alike. You can redirect them.. but someplace within yourself -or without- you must have the willpower to do so.)

The Ungodly Smell of Weak Coffee..

Yargh! Bleh! Light-brown colored coffee is both disgusting in sight and in smell - I haven't bothered tasting it just yet. For one thing it's too hot, and for another, I can hear my conscience telling me "...and it's not even healthy. Why, again, are you drinking this?" Fine, I admit, the peppermint tea was awfully good yesterday. But I want coffee!

Haha. This picture is perfect.

Alright. Now I'm back to folding the clean laundry. :) Have a lovely day! (And no weak coffee!)

Home. Sweet, Sweet Home.

I don't think any word can describe how I feel about this sweet, homey little front porch. I want it, and one day, hopefully I can have one. And the love I ever felt for a building, goes to this porch. I am in love.

 I feel so much emotion, so much beauty from this little porch.

The leaf-strewn path, the faded coral steps, the corn husks, pumpkin and broom. The cheerful yellow of the house, the hanging plant, the pot. The energetic green chair. I would feel so at home here. My heart longs for this place. 

Thursday Evening Gratitude

A new soul friend gave me a wonderful idea. To me, a soul friend is a friend that your soul can connect with, even though you may have never met them before. I actually just came up with that right now. Haha.. :)

Anyway, I stumbled across her blog when I was google image searching for "dirty dishes". I was feeling really down, discouraged, and useless. Oh, for a hoard of reasons. But that's not my point. I am a dreadful housekeeper, but it's not that I don't want to be or am incapable of it. Strangely, this woman was going through the same thing, apparently three years ago, and that's where I got the picture of "a mound of dirty dishes." She too, had been struggling with procrastination and lack of self-worth. For different reasons, I am sure.. but I felt as though I connected with her. 

After reading the first blog of hers, I loved how she put words together and how she felt free to say what was on her mind. I read more and more of her blogs, and found that she had several "Day of the Week/Time of Day/Gratitude" postings -such as my head title. It really prompted me to do the same. No matter how awful you feel, or how badly you let yourself down (because that's really want it's about; YOU), there is still something worth living for, and you can still force yourself up again. So I've decided to tell you ten things I am grateful for tonight.

1. My God, who created me with the ability to recover easily, to find joy in life where no one else might find it, and for my optimistic personality.

2. My husband, who is usually patient with me.. and who I am trying so desperately hard to please. 

3. For the cozy little room where our king bed sits.. the room is so very warm, all afternoon with the sunlight streaming in through the window. It's a small enough room it captures heat really well. So warm and cozy for me and my book this afternoon <3. My spirit felt renewed.

4. For the silver lining when looking at "dirty dishes" on Google. Who knew I'd find this woman's blog who, at the time of writing it, was feeling so much like the way I do? She was (is) an enormous encouragement to me.

5. Okay, I wasn't going to say this, but I'm being open with myself. I am thankful for that flavored beer I drank earlier in the day after two pieces of whole wheat toast. I felt like I needed some pampering.. - not the spoil-yourself-rotten type, where you go spend hundreds of dollars on a manicure, massage, shopping, dinner & coffee! - but the "I need to reconnect with my spirit, I'm going to curl up with a book, and yes, I want a beer." It was magical.

6. Peppermint tea. My days of melancholy sadness would not be the same if I didn't have a comforting mug of hot tea with honey in my grasp. Seriously, a little big of comfort food or comfort drink goes a long way. Besides, I think the natural herbal goodness of peppermint really can restore the soul. (I am steeping a cup right now as we speak.)

7. Annie Wilder. I am grateful for Annie Wilder. She is an author, and I've read two of her books. She's a very open, honest, and evenly paced writer. She keeps my attention so easily, that I read nearly *all* of her most recent book (Spirits out of Time) just this morning/afternoon. This girl is a happy girl when she holds a book.

I'll have to stop at 7 today. The man of the house is home. Later, my friends! :)

For the Library

You know that dream library I was just telling you about? Well, I was looking at Pier 1 Imports online store, and I found the *perfect* throw for one of my chairs. It's warm, it's fuzzy.. but the "look" is also warm. I don't know, maybe that's just a girl thing, but I love, love, love the look of a warm, cozy home. I take particular joy (and effort) into it, seeing the house I live in. ALL trailer houses look alike. Okay, so maybe they are different colors or have different decks or the doors and windows are in different places. And on occasion the interior walls and doors may be aligned differently. But there's only so much you can do to a trailer hour outwardly to make it stand out from the rest.

I take this as an opportunity to take advantage of the inside, for it is the personality of the people occupying it and the decorations they use that turns their cookie-cutter house into HOME.


So that throw.. 

It kinda looks like a scarf, but is actually a big, luscious 50 x 60 blanket that you could just wrap yourself up in, with a good book, a hot mug of tea/cocoa/coffee, and enjoy the evening away.


Are you convinced yet?


Last Sunday, I went to LaCrosse with my man. At a second hand store, I found two books of Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events, both hardcover and only $1.50 each. Night before last I curled up in bed with the first of the two, a mug of Candy Cane Lane tea with honey, fuzzy socks, and a mound of pillows. It was so cozy and wonderful. I would recreate that moment in seconds, if I were able. <3

Enjoy the simple things in life. I know I sure do.

If Only..

I am a simply dreadful housekeeper. Well, in certain rooms. Like the bedroom, the laundry room, and the storage room. Sometimes I don't do so well with the kitchen, but most of the time it's the cleanest room in the house. I think a large part of it is that I live in a trailer. There aren't extra rooms for all the things I girl really wants to have in her home. For one, I would just LOVE to have my own library. I'd have big comfy chairs, tall, long bookshelves, warm throws, soft rugs, and lamps placed around the room for utmost comfort and inspirational atmosphere. I'd also have a coffee table, and outlets for laptops. I'd have a little table in the corner to hold mugs and a tea pot. I'd probably even have a window seat, and big curtains that could either let in the sunlight on early summer mornings, or keep in the warmth on cold winter nights. Oh, and it would definitely need a fireplace.

 No, there would not be a bed in my library - but I would likely have a cozy chair or futon nestled into that corner. 

Anyway... back to house cleaning now. Maybe, just maybe, I can get it done before 5. :)

October Afternoon

Ha! I came back!! Golly, it's been a while since I did anything with my blog. I almost feel guilty, as though I was ignoring a dear, longtime friend. :')

Do you ever know the feeling.. when you walk into a big bookstore, and you find the perfect book (well written, hard cover, insightful, intriguing.. you-can't-put-it-down sort) - but you realize, because it's just so good, it's got to be expensive? Then you're bummed out because you only have $10 in your purse, so you go through it all in your head. *Put the book back on the shelf, look at it longingly, then walk away.. leave the bookstore, get in your car.. still wishing you had that book as your very own..* But first, you glance at the price - just to make sure you can't afford it. What?! You look all over the book. No price? You open to back cover and peek inside. One number looks up at you. No way!! $5.00??!?! Your sad, melancholy feelings you just felt moments ago disappear into thin air as you bounce around with glee, clutching this new-found treasure in your hands, refusing to put it down and knowing you get to take it home with you!!!!!! Smiling, and forcing yourself not to skip up to the cash register, you smile at the store owner and say "I'd like to buy this book, please." They open the cover and exclaim, "Five dollars! Wow, what a bargain!" while you just stand there and smile - inwardly you're grinning and dancing little jigs around the counter. You pay the money, take your book, and walk out into the sunshine....

(This is like riding off into the sunset.)

=)

Indulge Yourself

Chocolate. What can go wrong? :)

 

The Art of Tongue-Biting

No matter where you're from or who you are, there will be people who you just. can. not. stand. At this point I smile, because I have been there sooo many times. But the cool thing is, you can learn to appreciate people like this. 

You know how out of control you feel when someone uses you, and all you can think of doing is lashing our and hurting them? That's what we want. People who are mistreated want revenge. Even if it's the tiniest, most petty reason. So I want to take the time and think about it. (How many times, growing up, did you hear your parents say "think before you speak".. and how many times you just ignored it because you heard it sooo many times? Again, I smile at this. I love reminiscing about my bratty self. And sometimes, those things aren't so distant. ;) Maybe.. yesterday?

Funny  how we like to think of ourselves as mature, cool and collected adults. We like to think we have things under control. But our un-grown-out-of brattiness just keeps coming back and showing itself. Tell me I'm not the only one? You can lie to others but cannot lie to yourself.... :)

Something I've noticed is, it's always easier to notice faults in others than in myself. Not only that, often what we see (and dislike) in others is just mirroring a bad habit we possess too. So, this tongue-biting. I really do think it's an art. Anyone can talk and make a fool of themselves, but it takes a lot of strength to keep your mouth shut when you need to. In part, I believe in "if you don't have something nice to say, don't say anything at all." I also believe people should confront others if what they are doing is actually wrong -or if it's harming others. But, in the situations that it's just an annoyance? Try thinking of something nice about that person. If there's nothing desirable in their personality, try complimenting one of their features. Or maybe you like their taste in house decorating. Maybe they are tidy and you appreciate that. Maybe they have a skill that is worth recognition. 


You know about positive and negative energies. Energy is going to be present regardless, so why not turn it into something positive? Revenge may sound like a pleasant idea, but you won't feel better about it when you're done. If you want to be in control, why not use it for good? Your attitude will be changed, and even if the other person continues on in their way -you could be a blessing in disguise.


Think about it.


Yes.. sometimes I really just need to beat my punching bag, go for a run or listen to loud music. But nothing bad can come of trying to calm yourself down and thinking clearly. (I feel better already!) 


What are your thoughts?

This is what my positive energy feels like right now. :)

Girls, Girls, Girls!

I'm having a baby shower!!! (This is a first, mind you.) I have little experience with children, so this will be completely new, challenging -and maybe even fun! :)
The mother is 31. This is her 3rd. After two boys, she is finally having a girl! It's exciting, she's excited.. and I'm excited for her. So the plan is to make my house super pink and super baby. (This is not me at all. I am not big on babies and I hate pink!) I laugh just thinking about all the plans I have. *I* am having fun with it, but it is sooo nooot meee. Haha! I'm so glad I can enjoy it, nonetheless. It's for someone else, that's why!

The date for the Shower is December 3rd, so I have plenty of time to plan and get ready. If you haven't known me for very long, or don't know me at all - I love to host parties, have people over.. and such. Mmm! I am getting excited about the party-throwing aspect even if the subject isn't exactly right up my alley. :)
So I hope you enjoy the ride as I share more new ideas each day. 


Happy Tuesday, everyone!

So Much Time

There's only so much of it.

I'd like to use mine as efficiently as possibly.. but also not forgetting to do things that I could have because I was so busy worrying about not wasting the time. You know what I mean? Both sides have their letdowns. My mind has been really boggled over this the last two days. This time it involves a person. This exact person I don't care so much about. But their family is close to me, and if anything were to happen to *them* -that would not go down well. 

You'd have to understand the kind of person I am. I am sensitive, and I get vibes from just about everyone and everything. Really, it's kinda cool. I am definitely optimistic, but because I feel my surroundings so well, sometimes it can really get control of me and the smallest thing can upset my whole day. Times like these are rare though, and on the same note; equally small *good* things can really lift my spirits and make my day.

This picture hardly describes the contrast I sense.. but oh well. I hope you still understand what I mean?

Anyway, this instance, I am unsure if my energies being put into this person would be worth it in the end. If people don't want your help, and you help them, they'll begin to hate your presence and find any "help" you offer incredibly annoying. But if they are the type of person that doesn't catch onto things quickly anyway, they may not even notice. Oh, I do hate more than anything, useless helping. So I am prone to ignore any situations not my own, altogether. But there are other people at stake!! That's what frustrates me. I can't make up my mind. But deep inside, it won't really affect *me* either way.. and yet.. it does. 

Like someone being tortured for the family or faith; halfway around the world. Physically, it doesn't affect me one bit, and I can simply go to the movies or busy myself in the kitchen and I'll quickly forget about it. But part of me feels the agony with them. I want it to stop. And I feel anger towards those causing it. I want justice. 

Alright. So a lot of people get worked up over things, and there's nothing to do about it. Other times, people don't get worked up, but they know what to do and they're on top of it right away. Now, what about people who don't get worked up, but don't always have an answer; really shouldn't just stay out of it, but don't have the plans for step 2?

-That's where I am at. And if I was to worry about wasting time, I'm doing a good job of wasting it right now; doing nothing. 

I have decided. Go do something else till I decide. In the meantime I'm going to write up my menu for tomorrow, and write a happy blog of the day's happenings. I have a lot to share with you! :)

Dream Kitchen

So... these are a few of my dream kitchens. Not necessarily ones I would have to have; just, I like how they make me feel. Energetic & happy, comfortable & cozy, Bright & busy.. you know how different rooms have different feels as you walk into them? That's what I mean. I'd like to use ideas of atmosphere in my own kitchen, whether or not it looked exactly like these. Enjoy!

 This one has the cozy cabin/woodsy feel. I like it very much. I'd feel at home here, like the country girl I grew up as. Most likely I'd have a pot of tea or hot chocolate brewing on the stove for you. <3

 This also has the 'country girl' feel, but I would imagine myself to have just come in from the garden, perhaps in my pretty-yellow rain boots, probably in early May. I'd have fresh spring fruits piled into a basket, which would be swung over my arm. And I'd be coming in to have lunch with ones of my dear friends that just stopped over. <3 

 The flowers would be from my own garden. Likely this would be an even earlier spring than the previous picture. As you can see out the window, the trees are just starting to bud. I like this kitchen because it is simple and clean. A way I like to describe as "fresh". No lunch or hot chocolate/tea here.. this is more likely an early morning after returning from my 2 mile jog. You may find some country well water with fresh squeezed lemon in the fridge. Cooled and waiting. <3

My summer home. (I would not have separate homes for the differing seasons, simply this one would thrive especially in summer.) The padio you can see exiting the dining room to your left would host many an evening barbecue or bonfire/marshmallow roasting. This is less of a favorite as I prefer Autumn first, then Spring.

With this one I am in love. It's small, quaint, and attractive. I could easily make it "home". I love the openness of the shelves and rooms.. the light colors of the walls.. the old-fashioned look of the cookstove. I love imagining what the others rooms of the house might look like and I'd love to give you a tour. All my dream houses are located in the countryside. On their very own lane, of course. <3

Last but not least, another spring kitchen. You see my rolling pins, along with other cooking utensils, mixing bowls, plates, cups, plenty of open counter space. You see that I love to cook, and even more I love to feed and entertain. Hospitality is big to me and I love people very much. The light colors of the wood are real.. breathe in the deep smell of new wood. Mmm. Crisp, fresh, delicious. Those are the aromas of this kitchen. <3

Misty Morning

Woke up to the sound of rain hitting my window. Rolled out of bed, and got ready to leave. Had some thank-you's to deliver to a few friends, and a cake board to the woman who made my wedding cake. Dug through the clean laundry to find a hoodie, pulled it on and tied back my hair.

I wander into the kitchen and what do I find? Ooh! Cinnamon rolls on the counter. John and I had been at the Cranfest just a day ago and had picked them up from roadside Amish sellers. YUM. They were so good. Just what I needed for a healthy start to my day! ;)

After hopping in the truck with my man, we delivered the thank-you's and stopped to buy a shower gift. I was so very tempted to wish the bride-to-be a happy rain shower as well (since it was already thundering and moisture was falling from the sky) yet I refrained. I may be regretting it.   

Oooh!   
That reminded me. When I was looking for "the perfect card" to send with this gift.. I found "Green Tea Candy" -mmm! So good. I mean, I got them to include with the gift, but you know; I'd never tried them before so in good conscience I couldn't give this poor new bride something that might not taste good! (Right?)

 There were but two of the elegant looking candies. There was also "Classic Iced Tea" and I few others that fail my memory. Remember a while back I was telling you about my mom's birthday party and my accumulation of gifts for her? I went back a few hours later and got another bag, but for her. AND.. they taste like *real green tea*. As if you were sipping a cup.. but all in this little candy. It has tea extract. And is sweetened. I like the citrus best. :)

After all that, we went to visit my husband's brother and his family. Then we played tennis till it got too dark to see. We took a grocery store run and picked up a simple (but delicious! -might I add) supper to fix. Now we're chillin' out with laptops. It's been a good day.

Tell me about yours?

Yoga Lesson

This is my peach pie. Do you want it? DO you? If you promise not to lie to me, I might share the recipe with you. . .

 Peeeaaaccchhh Piiieee... Peach pie... peach pie.. peach pie.. peach pie.. PEACH PIE.... hypnotize yourself. *You Want Peach Pie*

Sit down Yoga-style
Shut your eyes
Place your wrists on your knees
Touch your thumb and middle finger together 
Like this.......

"Ummmmmmm..." -meditate. Clear your mind.
Is it clear?
Alright, now, start telling yourself about Peach Pie.
You need peach pie.
Mmm... list off the ingredients.


Flour. Sugar. Butter. Water. Salt. Soft, warm crust.
Peaches. Fresh peaches. A bit of sugar. Some butter.
Another layer of smooth, delicious crust.
Sprinkled spices and sugar. Melted butter.
Warm from the oven.
Fresh, homemade. . .


Are you drooling yet?


Continue this routine until you are ABSOLUTELY sure you want some peach pie.

Autumn

This is the first day of Autumn, you know. And do you know what that means? Time to get all the decorations out. Time to buy new teas for the cool days ahead. Time to pull out all my sweaters, and big fuzzy socks. Time for mugs to come off the top shelf down to the hooks hanging under the cupboards. Time to make hot chocolate and greet the man of the house with hot food when he arrives home from work. This is the time of year we cuddle in blankets to watch movies. Time to bring out the long games, and spread the warm rugs by the fire. Time for extra-warm, fuzzy towels for when you step out of the shower. Time to start canning, and baking, and applesauce making. Time to pull out the old cookbooks, going through them and making yourself sneeze on the dust. Time to pick up family photo albums, and start new ones of your own. Time to put new throws on the couches.

Mmm, I love Autumn. <3

  This is the time of year we go outside, we dig the rakes out of the shed. If we have a friend along, we throw leaves up in the air and watch the swirl around our faces as they float to the ground. This is the time of year we make campfires, and eat s'mores; all bundled up in our warm jackets and sweaters. Time for apple picking and apple cider. Pumpkin pies and candy corn. Raking, mittens and hot chocolate. Knit yourself a scarf, share one with your friends. Make a pot of soup and invite over the neighbors. 

 Or how about bobbing for apples and freezing your noses off? Then come inside for hot cider and Autumn-y snacks. Try homemade caramel apples, or weaving a baskets. The ideas are endless of what you could do. Enjoy while it lasts, and when it's over, remember it will come again next year! <3

Lunch Date

I had a lunch date today, with my goldfish friends. They were delighted to hear I was having a party, and upon sending them an invitation they gladly accepted. So we got together, them and I; and had our lunch date. It was quite enjoyable, if I don't say so myself.

Oh, Beautiful!

With great joy I share my newest discovery with you. Simple, but wonderful. I love simplicity. Please do forgive my first post, my ingratitude.. I was frustrated, but now that I have overcome what first frustrated me, I can barely contain myself.

Pictures.

Yes, pictures. It is near to impossible to upload pictures to my previous blogging site.. and finally I have found a place where it goes by much more smoothly. Can I even begin to express how grand this is? Yes, you might laugh, but you wouldn't laugh if you have just been put through the same thing I had, just moments ago. Try after try after try, just to keep failing. And miserably at that. I am excited! :D

Poor Starts

I feel very, very cranky. I know it's not good to start off a blog this way, but the blog I've been on for the last two years just became my biggest enemy. It pooped out on me and ruined a lengthy post I'd been working on. And that's not the first time it has happened. Some days I would just like to pick my laptop up and throw it against a wall. This is *not* a good day for me. :'(