Monday, October 13, 2008
Thursday, August 28, 2008
When I got home today I found a package from Laundry Tree in which I found a note that read,
Sorry about the leaky Citrus Mist bottle! Hope it wasn't a huge mess in your mailbox?
Here's another sample bag to replace the messy one. If you try the shampoo trick, let me know what you think! -Lisa
Well Lisa, it wasn't a big deal at all, the bubble wrap lining of the padded envelope contained the small leak nicely, it just smelled really strong when I opened it. I do appreciate your concern. Also, the small bottle of Energy essential oil blend arrived perfectly intact and unleaked. Thank you.
I will now overcome my nervousness and act as a shampoo guinea pig. It certainly can't make my hair any worse (I hope). I'll get back to y'all in a few weeks on that.
The back of the bottle reads
Energy Blend: our fave smell ever.
Do with it what you will: add scent to your laundry (washed with soapnuts, natch), make your own cleaning solutions, or even stash it in your purse and sniff it when you need a boost.
Hmmmm, smelling salts.
Off to boil me some soap nuts ...
Monday, August 25, 2008
A couple of weeks ago I participated the the bloggy giveaway carnival at 5minutes4mom and let slip that I had won something. Well, I've finally had time to try it out, take pictures of it, and get the pictures uploaded. Just call me speedy.
And here it is: SoapNuts from LaundryTree
And when I opened the bag I found this:
The small fruits are the soap nuts, also known as soap berries. They contain saponin, a soap chemical, which is released when they are run through the wash cycle. You can read more about it at wikipedia. That bag should do six to eight loads of laundry. Since they are odorless, a small bottle of essential oil is also included, that one is citrus mist.
So I counted out four of the berries (they are technically not nuts) and tied them up in the muslin bag. The essential oil is put on the bag itself; I skipped this step since the bottle had leaked in transit.
I then dropped the whole thing on top of my laundry and chucked the whole pile in the washing machine.
I have no way of knowing how clean it got my clothes, but they were much softer. There was one shirt that had to hang dry, and even it lacked the stiffness that usually results in.
Another claim made about these is that they are good for people with sensitive skin. It doesn't seem to have helped me much in that area, but then I really can't say for sure since I had a major breakout a couple of days before I used them, and it still hasn't cleared up entirely.
I found a few places that suggested boiling them down to create a liquid soap which could be then be used for everything from dishes to bath soap. I'm somewhat curious to try it as a shampoo, I wonder if it would do for my hair what it did for the shirt.
Ask not what your country can do for you - ask what you can do for your country.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
1 lb Italian Sausage
½ lb mushrooms
Medium bell pepper
2 cloves garlic
2 10 oz cans cream of mushroom soup
Salt, pepper, Italian seasoning, and cayenne
Brown and drain sausage.
Chop up the mushrooms, onion, pepper, and garlic.
Dump a couple of tablespoons of olive oil in the skillet, add the mushrooms, onion, pepper, and garlic, and sauté until the onions are transparent.
Add the sausage and dump in the mushroom soup. Fill each of the cans about 2/3 full of milk, cover with your hand and shake to dislodge the rest of the soup, then add that in too.
Mix well then add about 1 tsp Italian seasoning, 1/8-1/4 tsp cayenne, a few shakes of pepper, and a couple dashes of salt adjusting all to taste.
Mix well and allow to simmer over low heat for at least 30 minutes.
Serve over spaghetti noodles and top with parmesan cheese if desired.
Monday, August 4, 2008
They decided at work that we need pictures of our former Directors/Commanders. This is great; I think they should have been there all along. The only problem was that it is sometimes hard to find pictures of someone who came and went nigh on thirty years ago.
Enter my direct supervisor, M, who was executive secretary for twenty some-odd years before being promoted to her current position about 2 years ago. As executive secretary, she kept a small snapshot of each of her "boys," as she calls them. They are all taped onto a paper with their names and hang right above her desk. For four of the Colonels, those were the only pictures available. Three of those came out pretty good: a little grainy and blurred, but what do you expect when you blow a 3 inch snapshot up to an 8x10 portrait? And they are between 15 and 30 years old anyway.
Then there was Col. Wilson:
The original 1.5 inch photograph was given a rough chop, then stuck to a sticky note which bore a large logo across it's center. This was scanned in exactly as it was, blown up to 8x10, matted, framed, and sent to us to hang on our wall-of-fame.
Oh, there was one more touch in that version which is lacking in my scan above. The photo was left on the main paper, which is crowded, so above the Colonel's left shoulder was a vertical bar of dark blue with large, sharply focused white stars - the edge of the next photo.
M and I looked at that and said something along the lines of "they can't possibly expect us to hang that on a wall of USMC former base directors." And then I said, "I have photoshop at home, if you'll give me your original there, I'll take it home and see if I can fix it." Maybe one day I'll learn to keep my mouth shut.
Four hours later I had this
A digital image, it took another whole afternoon of fighting the computer tooth and nail to make it print a nice glossy photograph.
It's an improvement though. Not the best I've ever seen, but good enough that it won't jump out and horrify me ever time I walk past that wall (which is fairly often).
I spent most of this morning affixing little brass plates with their names and dates of service to the bottom of the matting for each Colonel, and sticking more little brass plates to a nice black sheet of metal for the ones who are so old that there are no photos.
I am eager to see the final results when they get the rails hung and the whole shebang on display. I think it is going to look quite nice overall, and I'll be able to walk past it without having the horror above jumping out at me. Even if people walk past it and shudder at the awfulness, I'll know how much worse it could have been and that I did my best, and I'll be content.
I suppose that is why I always get myself into these situations.
P.S. I won one of the bloggy giveaways. I'll post more when I have it in my hot little hands.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Everyone who knows me will testify that I am a night owl. I will happily stay up until 2 or 3am but HATE getting up in the morning with every fiber of my being. I realize that's strong language, but I have strong feelings here.
Unfortunately, the summer job I got requires me to report at 0 six thirty hours in the morning. I knew I was going to need help if I was going to be civil, much less functional.
Since my egg and toast are ready at about 5:30 (my mother is very sweet), I need to be moving by 5:15. Rather then having a single alarm that goes off, then dragging myself out of bed and growling at everyone within reach; I have set up a three step system.
1. My clock radio comes on at around four thirty. It's tuned to a music station, and the volume is turned way down. I've never woken up to it, but it's enough to start pulling me out of really deep sleep.
2. At 5:01 my cell phone alarm goes off. Since the music has been on, I usually hear it pretty quickly, but I don't even attempt to get up or even open my eyes. I smack it to make it shut up, then reach up and turn on my reading lamp. The light further penetrates the fog, and I start to actually wake up.
3. Seven minutes later my cell phone goes off again. Sometimes I smack it one more time, but I'll usually get up then.
By the time my feet hit the floor, I've got nearly a 45 minute head start on full consciousness (it can take an hour and a half to get there), this means it doesn't take as long for me to get dressed, my outfit is less likely to look like it was assembled by a blind person, and most importantly, I don't end up growling at my family.
Friday, July 18, 2008
On the day that I finally remembered to carry my camera to school, I was walking down an outside staircase with a retaining wall to my right. It had hundreds of flowers cascading over it thus:
I was walking down that staircase minding my own business when I heard a noise right by my ear. I turned my head a saw this:
Let's look a little closer
A bee. Of course at that point, I did the only natural thing - pulled out my camera and started taking pictures like a good blogger.
Unfortunately, the bee was much faster than my camera, so I only got one more picture of her (Useless trivia: All worker bees are infertile females.).
And with more of the flowers left in the frame:
Unfortunately, I have nothing insightful to say, so enjoy the pictures and try not to think about it too much.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Magic Magnate's Villa
Build YOUR Dream Home!
and for variety from the Ferraries
I'm a Porsche 911!
You have a classic style, but you're up-to-date with the latest technology. You're ambitious, competitive, and you love to win. Performance, precision, and prestige - you're one of the elite,and you know it.
Take the Which Sports Car Are You? quiz.
Useless geeky thing I discovered:
Acme Klein Bottles - where yesterday's future is here today!
Friday, July 11, 2008
Think back on the last 15 years of your life. What would you tell someone that you hadn’t seen or talked to for 15 years? How would you sum up your life? You get 10 bullet points. A list of 10 things to summarize about you. At the end of your list, tag 5 more people and send on the love…
15 years ago I was 8. I probably wouldn’t recognize anyone that I knew then and haven’t seen since.
1. I’ve gained close to 100 pounds and gotten a little bit taller.
2. My parents pulled me from the public school system and put me in a private school before beginning homeschooling from which I graduated.
3. We bought a house a few streets down from where we lived.
4. My dad got a promotion a few states away.
5. We sold the house, moved across the few states, and bought another one.
6. My older sister got married, and we still haven’t convinced her husband that he needs to move this way. I miss her.
7. I went to our local community college and earned two degrees.
8. I graduated at the top of my class, so they made me give a speech.
9. I’m now attending a state university and trying not to let it kill me.
10. I have a niece, Lil Sugar. She is the cutest child in the whole world, and lives way too far away. We still haven’t convinced her father that he needs to move this way.
Daramis – Have fun with it.
Jessie – This one will require words.
Chris – Because I can
Lawrence – You haven’t posted in ages.
Anyone else who wants to do it.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
The images are fixed. Now you can see the pretty flowers in all of their glory rather than just the left two-thirds. Sorry about the weird linking in the post; I need to come up with a new strategy.
I finally have access and can therefore perform my duties at work rather than just being a desk ornament.
My watch died at precisely 2:49 this afternoon.
I'm not going to get enough enough sleep tonight.
Monday, July 7, 2008
I took my camera to school several weeks ago intending to take pictures of the campus, some of the architecture, a couple of truly enormous lecture halls, and maybe capture the sheer size of the place in general.
But then I met this
A whole row of them in fact. And I found myself compelled to take pictures of them from every angle.
How about a different angle
...and a close up...
Great! Great! Now let's get that bud into the picture
Alright, now from the side
Hmmm, got a metal rail there; I think I can do a better job of framing that
Yeah, that's better.
Alright folks, we'll give you a call when you're proofs are ready.
And then I had to go to class. I did get some of the building though - see the bricks in the last couple.
Further installments will be posted when I get around to it.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Even though I don't particularly care for your music, I can handle listening to it during the day, or I can drown it out. However, I would appreciate it if you turned it off at night. At least turn it down sometime before one am. If you can't do that, even turning the bass down so that my trailer isn't vibrating would be appreciated.
Told you it was small.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Sunday, June 15, 2008
It's not Wednesday evening, but I will now fulfill my promise to post about the beach.
A friend had her birthday party there, so we drove out for the afternoon. I didn't intend to go out past about knee deep, but I was about that far out when a big wave brought a huge seaweed monster that was determined to take it back out with it. I had to drop onto my hands to kick it off. After that I was soaked and cold, so I waded out with a friend rib-deep when the waves weren't coming in. It was such great fun. She taught me how to jump when they hit so that I stayed at right angles to the sand, and we hung out there for about half an hour. Some of the waves went over my head, and I fell over a few times to the great amusement of my friends. The looks on people's faces later when I told them that I can't swim were priceless (I can do the dog paddle and a fairly shoddy backstroke; also, I can only float face down; not much use in breakers). I figured I was safe enough though because I am fairly good at not panicking (It's the panic that usually kills people), and there were enough people from our group out farther than I was that someone would have saved me if I ended up out of my depth. Being out that far makes one all the more aware of how powerful those waves really are. I have watched them crash against the rocks in awe, but those were little (comparatively speaking) waves that were already mostly spent that knocked me clean over and washed me halfway back to the beach.
Since I'm out of school for the summer, I'll hopefully be able to blog a whole lot more consistently. I'm still thinking about the OBS Challenge too.
polysyllabic expressions are marvelously entertaining to employ
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
You are Lucy, who became Queen Lucy the Valiant of Narnia. You have a strong sense of responsibility and you show great kindness to others. You are innocent, a quality which often leads people not to regard you seriously, but you are also wise beyond your years. Anyone who befriends you is lucky to have you as a true and loyal ally.
I wish I could get the banner to work.
You Are Pocahantas!
Free-spirited and wise. You have a strong passionate spirit that touches and changes all who know you. The wisdom and common sense that you have is really what guides you through life. Even so, you also have a very playful side that loves adventure and excitement.
Which Disney Princess Are You?
They accused me of having common sense. I doubt the accuracy of this quiz.
I have thoughts for another post which I hope to have up some time in the next 36 hours so check back.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
I'm still fighting though. Last Saturday I got to go to Sea World with the church youth group. We hit nearly all the shows, and watched them feed the sea lions. I think all but two people (of 29) got sunburned. I wasn't one of the exceptions. I think that my favorite part was Biff. Biff did the pre-show for the evening version of the Clyde and Seamore show and ... Well, you would have had to be there, just take my word that it was funny.
Make sure you go check out the scrubby giveaway over at A Blessed Crazy Life. It is a large hooded towel with a cute scrubby bath mitt. While hooded towels are usually thought of as infant items, this one is huge and would be good for children as old as six or seven.
I have been taking lots of pretty pictures to share with you, but unfortunately, I lost the cable, so I can't get them off of my camera. There are a couple that I got before that disaster happened though. Here is the smoothie I tried to show before
Here are the ingredients:
I also took a picture of My new shoes.
I bought a new CD on Monday. I think that may have been the first time I actually bought myself a CD that wasn't required for something.
sooner or later you're going to realize just as I did that there's a difference between knowing the path and walking the path.
I'm going to go find something to eat.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
I've only slept about 3 of the last 36 hours, but oddly enough, now that it is night time and I can, indeed should, catch up on that a little bit, I am wide awake for the first time since 9:00 this morning. Would someone please explain this phenomenon to me.
He had one principle and he never violated it: He refused to say or do what was expected. For him, shocking people was a virtue; boring them was a sin.
-Edward Teller regarding Leo Szilard
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Yup, a brand new camera. Now I can show you picture of all the interesting things in my life. The smoothie I made a little while ago for example:
Or I could have if blogger had not repeatedly accused me of making a bad request. Perhaps next time. It is too late to keep working on it now.
Random Excerpt from the page my history reader is open to right now:
A variety of causes have produced it: violent and prolonged internal disorder as in Russia and Hungary; the creation of new governments and their inexperience in the readjustment of economic relations, as in Poland and Czechoslovakia; the loss throughout the continent of efficient labour, through the casualties of war or the continuance of mobilisation; the falling off in efficiency trough continued underfeeding in the Central empires; the exhaustion of the soil from lack of the usual applications of artificial manures throughout the course of the war; the unsettlement of the minds of the labouring classes on the fundamental economic issues of their lives.
-Adam Smith The Economic Consequences of the Peace
Whew, that was a long sentence. I'm off to bed now, goodnight.
P.S. You may notice my title changing sporadically; I'm trying them on.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
ROCKSTAR NAME (first pet, current car): Duke Intrigue
YOUR GANGSTA NAME (fave ice cream flavor, favorite shoe): Vanilla Comfortable, doesn’t sound right. I think I will begin making things up; no one said I have to be honest. Mint Chip Stiletto (better, but not very menacing)
YOUR NATIVE AMERICAN NAME (favorite color, favorite animal): Deep Green Panther
YOUR STAR WARS NAME (the first 3 letters of you last name, first 2 of your first name): Ranch (in the star system I come from it is an old and respected name, I find your salad dressings highly offensive) Musth (which few beings have the anatomy to pronounce correctly.)
SUPER HERO NAME (second favorite color, favorite drink): Blue Water (again I reveal the boringness of my life)
NASCAR NAME (first names of your grandfathers): Billie William (Seriously! Well, before he changed his name it was that. Later it became Michael Billie)
STRIPPER NAME (favorite scent/cologne/perfume, favorite candy): Moonlight Path Ghirardelli Square
TV WEATHER ANCHOR NAME (your 5th grade teacher's last name, a major city that starts with the same letter): Brewer Boston
SPY NAME (your favorite season/holiday, fave flower): Winter’s Rose
CARTOON NAME (your favorite fruit, article of clothing you are wearing right now): Apricot Socks
HIPPIE NAME (what you ate for breakfast, your favorite tree): Poptart the-one-in-the-yard-of-the-house-where-I-grew-up
I’m not going to directly tag anyone, but if you feel inspired, consider yourself tagged.
I received several really good suggestions for a new title and have listed them all here for direct comparison.
“Spend time every day listening to what your Muse is trying to tell you”
“The most potent muse of all is our own inner child.”
The Amus(ed)(ing) Muse
Musings, Chocolate, and Tea
Muse-ic to my ears...
Random Ruminating Ramblings of a Random
Ruminations of a Muse
Just Randomly Musing
Some of them would also make suitable subtitles, or bits for my profile. It is proving to be a hard decision. As of now, the front runner is Muse Along, but I also like Just Randomly Musing and Musing at Random. I keep trying to combine them: Just Musing Along? Being the decisive person I am, I can’t make up my mind.
Today’s quote is a link because I want you to read the whole thing.
My bed calls to me. G'night
Sunday, April 6, 2008
“I think you have struck some first-class ideas and have put into definite shape a good deal of thought which has been floating about rather loosely.”
- Theodore Roosevelt in reference to Turner’s The Significance of the Frontier in American History
Friday, March 14, 2008
I don't really like my current blog title all that well and would like to change it, but I don't know what to change it to. So, I am looking for suggestions. I would like for it to fit with my Random Muse handle and atrandommusing url, but that is not required. The chosen title will be semi-permanent (ie I am highly unlikely to change it again ever, but make no promises) and will be used by Blessed to make a beautiful header which may lead to an entire theme.
Some of the ideas that have already been brought up include:
Ruminations of a Muse
Musing at Random
Help me out - leave lots of brilliant ideas.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
I'm busy college student – in the middle of finals right now majoring in Environmental Science with an emphasis in Natural Science and I'm not sure exactly what I'm going to do with it yet.
You'll find blogs about my classes, things I do with my family and church youth group, ideas I have, projects I'm trying complete, books I'm reading and sometimes my sister and I will have a really big idea together.
Sorry this is sooo short but, I am in the middle of finals and wanted to get in the party – you will see more posts from me at the beginning of quarters, on breaks and etc…
Thanks for stopping by!
I have been to read the prize list. My favorites include the chocolate, the natural soaps and cleansers, the books, and all of the Amazon gift cards. I also would love the webcam so that I could give it to my sister and see Lil’ Sugar’s antics. The numbers are 70, 16, 20, 52, 79, 72, 152, 53, 100, 60, 39, 140, 55, 116, 104 or 105, 129, 54, 136, 146, 64, 114, and 9 though anything would be lovely.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
I have been tagged, so I will try to see to that, but finals approach, so I likely won't have time for anything else. Check back around the end of the month (ie 25th-ish). See you then
Monday, February 25, 2008
Scabrous pirates to you
-Face Loran (or was it Ton Phanan (either way the book was written by Aaron Allston))
Calculus here I come (with a short pitstop for a caffeinated beverage)
Saturday, February 23, 2008
I meant to write a post about Wicked earlier, but my sister and I spent most of the morning running around. When we returned I finished the dishes and started working on my fafsa. By the time I noticed how late it was, I was 45 minutes late for the birthday party. I walked out my front door, around through the gate, and three houses down the street to the party. On being accused of being late, I claimed to have been stuck in traffic. For some reason it didn't fly. I was still there in time for carne asada though, and what carne asada it was. Mmmmmmmmmmmm, num num num, good, mmnmmnmm, want more. Sorry, got distracted there.
Later R brought out her new cello, and her brother J, who is extremely gifted musically, started fiddling around with it. Somewhat later, we had the cello and a guitar being played by people who did not know how, the piano being played by someone who did know how and was attempting to follow, and three of us doing a slightly choreographed clapping and extended right foot tapping thing. Then someone brought out some spoons and joined the band and several more clappers joined (the faint signs of choreography faded). Now we had the start of a regular hoe-down going, so we persuaded a couple of the younger girls to "square-dance" for us. They linked arms and skipped around each other, then switched directions a couple of times before leaving the dance floor.
The next item on out impromptu program was a bit unexpected. BR had a couple of pan lids which he had been clapping together like cymbals. He suddenly burst into the central area and began jigging around clapping them in front, behind, and then over his head. Next, he began high kicking in time with our beat. He would first clap the lids high, then below his right leg, high again, and then below his left leg. It was hysterical. Our beat nearly faltered for a moment as we doubled over laughing.
R decided that her mother, who had gone to the apartment out back, needed to see this performance, so 8 or 10 of us trooped out the door and around the house to the apartment door where we spread into a semi circle around the cello and a space for our star and started clapping and J started playing. We decided to sing too and began chanting hey-hey-hey-hey-heya-hey-hey and making warbling noises. SD, R and J's mother, opened the door and stuck her head out curiously; this was BR's cue, he gave a very enthusiastic performance, then bowed low. SD laughed and smiled. Then she told us that K and M, my landlords, should see it, so we gathered more people to clap and trooped down the street with the cello to repeat the performance. It was after this performance that we began wishing people a merry Christmas and concluded that we were Christmas caroling. So what if it is a little off season. We piled into cars and went to disrupt the peace in a few more neighborhoods.
But I was supposed to be posting about Wicked. My littlest sis wanted to go for her birthday, and my little sis and I weren't about to let her and my parents go without us, so Daddy got five tickets, and we all went. It was a wonderful experience from beginning to end. The theatre was a historic building with really neat architectural features, so I enjoyed myself even before the doors were opened. We went to the little cafe next door and got drinks to enjoy and keep us warm while we waited and admired. Architecture and drinks weren't what we drove hours to see though, the doors did open, and they eventually let us begin seating. We really scored on the seats: orchestra section, row Z, dead center. A few rows closer might not have been bad, but we had a wonderful view of the entire stage: close enough to see but not so close that we were craning our necks to see the sides or the top. The curtain was a map of Oz which featured a glowing green Emerald City. I was so engrossed that I did not realize until I looked at my watch that two hours had passed before the intermission. The actress who played Elphaba was an amazingly good singer. Actually, they all were. I just liked her songs better. I was going to hit a couple of high points, but I am having a bit of trouble narrowing it down from the-entire-evening. I adore live theater and don't get to see it very often at all. So, to avoid just summarizing the entire show, which has already been done, I am going to move on now.
Actually, having noticed the time, I am going to skip the other thing I was going to write about, and move on to bed - and sleep.
But first, Quotes (since this is such a long rambley post, it needs more than one):
Despair is only for those who see the end beyond all doubt.
Sleeping penguins are less violent than penguins who are not sleeping.
Hey, no pretense here. I am genuinely self-centered and deeply shallow.
Saturday, February 16, 2008
The warmth of the sun
The richness of its rays
Upon me they shine
And enrichen my tone
The clear tasteless liquid I am
Turns to golden delight
As on the porch rail I sit
And soak in the suns beam
My golden shadow grows long
As the time passes by
My golden heart beats strong
The time now has come
My fluid heart cries out
To those within
They check their watches
And scurry out the door
They see my ripened color
And the sun-glow within
They know it is time
For me to come in
On the counter I sit
As I am sweetened with care
The love in my heart grows strong
As the sugar settles in
Oh no – they’ve turned
They’ve walked away
Come back and drink me
My liquid heart cries out
My golden heart starts to break
And a tear forms in my eye
Then I see them return
With a glass, some ice
Oh joy has returned
As I pour out my all
For this human who set me
Where I did brew in the sun
My mission fulfilled
I slide down their throat
Their desire has been satisfied
Their soul is refreshed
Would you know pure contentment
On this globe of despair
Pour a glass of pure gold
And share it with a friend
Bring someone to the pleasure
Of a glass of liquid sunlight
And join in the delight
Of ice cold sun tea
By The Muse, Blessed & our freshly brewed jar of sun tea
Thanks Blessed for editing my profile photo for me.
First,I participated in the Valentine's Day Swap, over at Island Life. My parter, a wonderful woman named Sue who blogs over at Living My Dream, sent me a lovely package. I wish I could show you a picture, but alas, I cannot, so description it is. The first thing out of the box was a set of Sweet Pea scented lotion, shower gel, and bubble bath. Next a pad of pink sticky notes with a really neat border emerged. A gigantic homemade chocolate kiss was next - seriously, it is over three inches tall and weighs more than 6 ounces - it's very good. The last thing in the box was a suspicious flattened object which turned out to be a package of Ferraro Rocher chocolates. All of this was wrapped up and packed in lovely red tissue paper with white and pink hearts all over it which made the package very festive in a Valentinesy sort of way.
Single But Not Alone
Also far more serious than I like to be in public, but here goes.
Growing up, I have known a lot of people who equated their value with their “relationships.” Young girls, even at twelve and thirteen and even younger, devoted much of their time and energy to drawing the eyes of the young boys. Older girls, who were still way too young to marry, would actively bemoan the fact that they did not have a boyfriend. These were girls who had many friends, both male and female, and good, supportive parents. I have watched people who at 18 and 19 were so eager to marry that they sacrificed many things which had previously been at the center of who they were in the search for a partner. All of this because they did not want to be alone.
I am quite distinctly single, but by no means am I alone. I am in my early twenties and have never had a serious boyfriend. I still have no prospects. In fact there seems to be a serious famine in the area of single, intelligent, Godly young men. However, there are many people who love me and are there for me when I need them.
Since it was Valentine’s which started me on this line of thought, I will start there. On Wednesday evening, I got home from school to find a red rose in a bud vase with a white teddy bear holding it sitting on the table waiting for me. My father had come twenty minutes out of his way from dropping my grandparents off at the airport to remind my sister and me that we were his special girls. There was also a large cardboard heart of chocolates from my grandparents. Also, my younger sister, who does not have a job, bought me a small box of chocolates. Also, I got a text and an email from a couple of friends wishing me a Happy Singles Awareness Day. That evening a couple in the church invited the youth group over for carne asada.
That was a holiday yes, but it does not stop there. I have the most wonderful Daddy a girl could ever ask for. He loves his girls, and even though he doesn’t talk much, he makes sure we know that we are one of the most important things in his world. I have a sweet Mother. I have a best friend that I can, and do, call at 2 am just because I am frustrated with my life and need someone to talk to. I have three sisters who put up with me and occasionally tell me to snap out of it.
Now, I know that not everyone has as strong of a support network as I do. But there is one thing that is even bigger than what I have already said. I know that God has a plan for my life. If He wants me to marry (which I think that He does), then somewhere out there is the man for me. I do not want to rush it and stumble into something that I will regret later.
Keep thy heart with all diligence; for out of it are the issues of life.
-Prov 4:23 KJV
Friday, February 15, 2008
I regret to inform you that you have been eliminated from further contention as Mr. Right. As you are probably aware, the competition was exceedingly tough and dozens of well-qualified candidates such as yourself also failed to make the final cut. I will, however, keep your name on file should an opening become available. So that you may find better success in your future romantic endeavors, please allow me to offer the following reason(s) you were disqualified from the competition.
Check those that apply:
__Your last name is objectionable. I can't imagine taking it, hyphenating it, or subjecting my children to it.
__ Your first name is objectionable. It's just not something I can picture myself yelling out in a fit of passion.
__The fact that our dining experiences to date has left MY wallet a little lighter, and YOUR waistline a little tighter.
__You failed the 20 Question Rule, i.e., I asked you 20 questions about yourself before you asked me more than one about myself.
__Your constant e-mailing shows me you have TOO much time on your hands!
__Your legs are skinnier than mine.
__You're too short. Any son that we produced would inevitably be beaten up repeatedly at recess.
__You're too tall. I'm developing a chronic neck condition from trying to kiss you.
__I find your inability to fix my car extraordinarily unappealing.
__The fact that your apartment has been condemned reveals an inherent slovenliness that I fear is unbreakable.
__The phrase "My Mother" has popped up far too often in conversation.
__You still live with your parents.
__Although I do enjoy the X-Files, I find your wardrobe of Star Trek uniforms a little disconcerting.
__Your frequent references to your ex-girlfriend lead me to suspect that you are some sort of psychotic stalker.
__Your ability to belch the alphabet is not a trait that I am seeking in a long-term partner.
__Your height is out of proportion to your weight. If you should however, happen to gain the necessary 17 vertical inches, please resubmit your application.
__I am out of your league, set your sights lower next time.
I typed part of the biking post the other day before my laptop battery died. I will continue working on it, but right now I need to hurry to work.
Hasta la vista
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Anyway, since I can never go straight from homework to bed and sleep (fall asleep on my book, yes. Move to my bed and sleep, no.), I figured I would post something.
So, my brain is not functional right now; here is a link to a very funny description of what moving from biking on tarmac to biking on trails would require.
The next time that I have time, energy, and internet simultaneously, I will post about some of my experiences biking around the university campus.
Oh, also my apologies for not passing on the award. I blame the evil quarter system. Perhaps I should post about that one day too; I have theories.
The field had been getting increasingly solemn and grandiose, and to my eyes was long overdue for a good lampooning. (Anything or anyone who falls into the trap of taking themselves too seriously is fair game for this, …)
- Robert Asprin
P.S. Blessed, I was just thinking about how you used to sing for us at night; I miss it.
Saturday, February 2, 2008
a rating of excellent. Thank you Blessed; I am honored.
I would pass this award on, but I have a bio exam on Monday that I haven't started studying for yet. Check back in a couple of days, and maybe I will have awarded a couple of other blogs.
Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art... It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that give value to survival.
-C. S. Lewis
I'm off to study
Friday, February 1, 2008
You will need:
1 can of biscuits, or you can make homemade dough if you like; a stick of butter; sugar; cinnamon; and anything else that you want in them, raisins or other dried fruit would be excellent, as would nuts
Start 3 to 4 tablespoons of butter melting. Open the biscuit can and flatten the column, keep them stacked on top of each other because they will try to separate at any seams when rolled. Flour the cabinet and your rolling pin and roll the flattened stack of biscuits out in rectangular shape until it is about this big *gestures*. I think that it was about 3/8 inches thick and 2 1/2 times as long as it was wide. Pour the butter over the top spreading it all around and all the way to both short edges and 1 long edge and close to the fourth edge, it will probably pool, this is good. Now start another tablespoon or two melting. Mix about half a cup of sugar with enough cinnamon that the mixture is properly brown, you know how much you like. Add any other spices you want to the mix. Sprinkle the stuff liberally over the buttered surface of the dough. I mean pile it thick, nothing worse that getting a plain biscuit because someone was stingy with the cinnamon and sugar. Save what is left for your toast in the morning. If you want fruit or nuts dice them up tiny and sprinkle them on now; I wanted almonds or pecans, but we didn't have any. Now, starting at the long edge that has the most butter, roll it up snugly but not too tight. Get a knife and cut it into slices about as thick as the original biscuits were. Lay them out on whatever you would like to cook them on and poor the butter over the top of them. Bake according the biscuit package directions, and start working on the glaze.
The glaze I think is what made these so wonderful. It was a bit of an experiment since I didn't have what I needed to make a classic glaze.
You will need:
The rest of the stick of butter (2 1/2 to 3 tablespoons), about an ounce of cream cheese, sugar, milk, and vanilla
Put the butter and cream cheese in a small saucepan and pour in enough milk that you don't have to worry about them trying to burn, then add another splash for good measure. Stir until the butter melts. The cream cheese probably won't melt, but mash it up so the chunks are small. Add sugar until it taste sweet enough, I think I used about half a cup. Splash in a couple of teaspoons of vanilla. Sample. Add whatever you feel like adding. Sample again.
When the biscuit come out of the oven, poor the glaze over them. Wait a few minutes (or 30 seconds) then devour them.
It only took me about 20-25 minutes from borrowing the rolling pin to returning it with hot samples, and all of the ingredients were things that even we, who have no room for anything extraneous and no time to bake, had on hand. Enjoy
The Steinway people have asked me to announce that this is a Baldwin piano.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Moving on to non-school-related subjects. I got my cloak made last weekend, and wore it a few times during the week. The first time it was pouring rain. For the first little while I was warm and cozy, but the fabric seemed to have the water shedding capacity of a sponge(luecon grade, Class Desmospongia, or maybe Kitchensinkia), so by the time I finally got home, I was soaked, cold, and ready for a good hot shower. A few days later, I washed it, spread it across the floor, and Scotch-guarded it. It hasn't rained properly since, so I don't know if that was effective yet. However, I love it even if it doesn't work for a rain coat; it is like a giant, wearable blanket. Maybe if I can get some pictures I will post them, but that is unlikely, so no holding of breath.
Today's quote has been replaced by this comic:
Good night all
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
My calculus class starts in a few minutes, so I should probably start heading across campus. Perhaps I will post later.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
- What is your idea of a romantic Valentine’s Day?
- Roses, chocolate, and a long walk at dusk
- In reality, what is your Valentine’s Day really like?
- The past few years I have celebrated Singles Awareness Day (SAD) in place of Valentine’s Day. My wonderful father likes to buy all of his girls a rose and my mother usually supplies a few pieces of chocolate at breakfast, but this year I will not be near my parents for Valentines so, …
- If you could have a lifetime supply of your favorite sweet indulgence, what would it be?
- Tough question. Assorted Lindt truffles, Lindor Balls, Ferro Rocher, Dove dark ... How about we say Really Good Chocolates and leave it at that
- Is there any sweet treat you absolutely do not like?
- Palmer’s chocolate. I am a chocoholic and would live on the stuff if I could, but Palmer’s is vile stuff.
- If you fell into a pool of chocolate, how would you get out?
- Get out? Why would I want to get out? I would start eating and hope someone would rescue me before I popped.
Monday, January 21, 2008
The first have of that plan went splendidly. I left school at the regular time, went to the trailer, had dinner with my sister, picked up some of my stuff, packed a few things, and finally left only 15 minutes later than planned. (Perhaps that should be more than one sentence.) On the way past Walmart, I stopped and bought 6 (yes six) yards of lovely, soft, heavy, dark country blue/charcoal gray fabric with which to make the first draft of the cloak that I have been planning for the past few months. I arrived home at around 10 (Mom had saved dinner for me since she did not know if I had eaten yet; I love my mom.). Saturday I lounged around, worked on a few things, played games with my family, and in the evening, decided that I did not want to spend Monday alone in the trailer.
This messed up the second half of the plan. Sunday morning I got up and lounged around some more until my family went to church. Then I went to walmart to buy the rest of the bolt of my lovely fabric and picked up a carton of whoppers before heading trailer-ward (remember the whoppers). After the things that I had to do, I arrived back at my trialer at around 9:30 or 10, but instead of being sensible and leaving, I decided to get some work done. As midnight approached I had drunk two and a half cups of tea, consumed three freshly baked cookies and copious amounts of sugar in general, and finally decided it was time to get on the road. So I filled my travel mug with yet more caffeine and sugar, put more cookies in a bag, and gathering my whoppers headed out. For the first twenty miles or so, I was stuck in traffic and eating whoppers by the handful. Finally traffic cleared and I set my cruise control on 82 (a good 8mph above my usual cruising speed) and went for it. I finally arrived home just after 1. Unfortunately, having done its job did not mean that the caffeine was ready to metabolize out of my bloodstream just yet. I did not sleep until 5.
I am still tired.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Sadly, barring a miracle, my original blog is gone. I miss it greatly; we had many good times. I will try to keep things a bit more lively and interesting this time - one post a month is really not enough, but I need you all to do your part too. Comment! Tell me what you think about what I have said. Ask me questions. Otherwise, I might be forced to blog about things that I am learning in school in technical terms that few people outside of schools understand. Not that I won't do that anyway, but you have been warned.