and so it goes

What's Your Priority?

2012-01-26T17:48:00.000-05:00

"The aim of public education is not to spread enlightenment at all: it is simply to reduce as many individuals as possible to the same safe level, to breed a standard citizenry, to put down dissent and originality."

~ H. Mencken

Because this is how I feel today.

Because I never want to allow my standards to fall.

Because I can't say "no".

Because I believe in hard work and sacrifice.

Because thinking takes time and is supposed to be difficult.

Because the learning is in the struggle.

Because through our trials we grow.

Because actions speak louder than words.

Because I have a standard and a priority.

I wonder what would happen if I "was too busy?"

2012-01-21T12:01:00.000-05:00

"And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years."

~Abraham Lincoln

Not often in life does one come across a person who has conviction and pride and a good old-fashioned sense of right and wrong.

And then, there is Chad-o.

Happy Birthday, my love.

Happy, happy Birthday.

You Had Me at Avocado

2012-01-17T21:14:00.002-05:00

"Live simply. Expect Little.

Give Much. Love Extravagantly."

Good evening, friends. Are you comfy and cozy tonight? Did you light your candles, take a warm shower and find your favorite blanket?

We did. Charlie and I, that is. Chad-o has ventured away on a business trip and us girls have prepared ourselves for the insane windstorm that's kicking up. And- holy cow- let me say that it's intense out there. Trust me, I know. The Neighborhood Watch just alerted our phone chain that a blonde woman was recently spotted "swimming" through the air, hair plastered to her face, clad in flannel pajama pants, a worn blue T-shirt and furry boots. Apparently, she was trying to make off with a rather large trash can and a small, furry, black gremlin-looking creature.

Gulp.

Well, what can I say? Chad-o was a sweetie and put out the trash before he took off. I, naturally, undid all of his hard work and brought it back inside. I had visions of our garbage decorating the lawns and shrubs of the entire neighborhood. Better safe than sorry, right?

But, seriously, we have more important issues to discuss. No more talk of wind and garbage. So unladylike. Please forgive me.

With Chad-o gone, I'm completely bored. He's an entertaining critter, and without him and his stories and our little games of trivia or kitchen karate, I'm lost. It's just not fun. Poor me.

On the flip side, there's nothing like the thought of food and a new, delicious recipe to cheer me up and take my mind off the loneliness.

So, thanks to some quality time with the internet I spotted an avocado recipe that just sent my heart to high Heaven. Avocado Chicken Salad, I love you. I really, really do.

Healthy Avocado Chicken Salad

approx. 2 cups of cooked and shredded chicken breast

lots of avocado

one cereal spoon of mayo

about 5 or 6 shakes of the salt shaker

as much or as little green onion as you like

Mix everything together and put on pita bread or serve with baked tortilla chips (or any other type of carbohydrate delight).

Last, after you have eaten way more that can be rationally justified, crawl under your blanket, adjust the pillow, settle in, try to ignore the howling wind and pray that the power doesn't go out. I'm alone tonight and I'm afraid of the dark.

The Joy of Feta

2012-01-15T21:12:00.002-05:00

"The body is the soul's house. Shouldn't we

therefore take care of our house so that it

doesn't fall into ruin?"

- Philo

I woke to 16 degree temperatures today. Burr...

Did you ever notice that the lower the temperature drops the brighter the sun shines? Crazy, isn't it?

Therefore, in keeping with a little promise to myself and a little goal that I set and a little--I mean big--race that I've signed up for, I donned my long-johns and mittens and hit the snowy, icy streets.

I only wish that I would have had my camera. The reflection of the sun off the crystallized water created the most magical scene.

During one particular part of my run I passed an old cemetery, full of crooked tombstones and crumbling statues. The brilliant sapphire sky created the perfect backdrop, while the snow and ice provided a glittering and sparkling ground cover. The angle of Mr. Golden's rays provided the perfect balance of shimmer, creating a blanket of diamonds and pearls over the long lost souls. Thank you, Mother Nature, for picking up where us mortal beings fall short.

***

I have a question for ya.

Is it wrong and/or strange to think about food during my run? I mean, after the beautiful scene in the cemetery, the aesthetics took a major dive.

Tomorrow, you see, the students have the day off. The teachers, sadly, do not. Since the day will be full of meetings and planning and finishing up grades, we're having a little potluck lunch and I spent the better part of my run thinking about what to make and take.

And... Taa- Da... I chose Greek Hummus Dip.

Oh my goodness is it delicious and healthy and full of nutrients, vitamins and protein.

1 container of classic hummus

1 red pepper, chopped finely

1 cucumber, chopped finely

a bunch of Kalamata olives, chopped

a bunch of chopped, fresh dill

a bunch of feta cheese

Directions: Spread hummus on bottom of pan to create the first layer. Pile on the rest of the ingredients, saving the feta and dill for last. Serve with warm pitas or corn chips.

And then, as if I wasn't way over my feta quota for the weekend, I made this lovely pizza.

(Thank you, sweet Kim, for the recipe!)

As you make your shopping list, please add this: a jar of Roasted Garlic Onion Jam from Stonewall Kitchen.

Although the name sounds strange and may cause a few wrinkled noses or furrowed brows, don't, my friends, be fooled. This stuff is amazing. I mean, it is absolutely, positively amazing.

Take a few spoonfuls and spread it over a pizza crust (or do like me and use a whole wheat flat bread).

Sprinkle a bunch of feta (or blue cheese) over the top and then bake for 10 minutes or so in a 450 degree oven.

Plan on being alone when you make this. That way, you can eat the entire thing and avoid that whole sharing concept. (wink)

How Do You Measure a Year in This Life?

2012-01-14T00:06:00.002-05:00

"Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand

Six Hundred Minutes

Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand

Moments so dear

Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand

Six Hundred Minutes

How Do You Measure - Measure A Year?"

~ from Rent, the musical

* Dear Reader,

Please enjoy this photo essay and pictorial journey through 2011. As these pictures are a smattering of the many memories from the past year, you can only imagine the story that goes with each one. As I reflect, I loose myself in the moments...I hear the sounds, I smell the scents and I feel the love. What an absolutely fantastic and wonderful year it proved to be.

The lessons learned continue to inspire me and push me to new heights. Perhaps the biggest lessons I learned were these: I am capable of more than I'll ever realize and nothing great is ever accomplished alone.

To my family, thank you for your endless support in all of my endeavors. Your love, by far, is my greatest gift.

To my friends, who encouraged me and came to my rescue and even let me cry when the goin' got too tough-- thank you. I am blessed by your beautiful spirits.

May 2012 continue to teach, inspire, challenge and motivate us. As we turn to a new chapter, allow us to embrace our most favorite memories, learn from our difficult ones, and open our hearts to the amazement that awaits us.

Much love,

Cathy

January

- Can you say, "snow days?"

- I finally mastered the art of double-pointed needles. Huge Event.

February

- I almost lost my mind due to grad school and working full time. It was constant studying and work.

- I started a new tradition...valentine lollipops.

March

- Much to my relief the bulbs I planted the previous fall finally emerged.

- While her PapaBear was away, CT and I walked the bike trail. She was also introduced to Starbucks and whip cream.

April

- Our little crew embarked on our biking adventures, which ultimately culminate in a delicious meal.

- The daffodils bloomed.

- I survived by continually repeating this mantra: "Don't wish it were easier. Wish you were better."

May

- Chad-o built the first fire of the season.

- Hello seventh and eighth grade.

June

- My first trip to Stone Harbor in ten years.

July

- Happy 7th Birthday, CT.

- In between summer classes, I manage to enjoy some knitting on the patio.

- Ninja and I celebrate our 3rd anniversary.

August

- My mom, brother and I spend an incredibly fun day together, starting with food, of course.

- I plant the colias I rooted and take them to my new classroom.

September

- School is in full swing. I'm often at Starbucks doing work.

- I blew out 30 birthday candles.

October

- Fun, food and festivals.

November

- I began counting the minutes until graduation from grad school.

-We decorate the Thanksgiving tree.

December

- I graduate from St. Vincent College. Grad school is officially over!

- The house transforms into a Christmas cottage.

- We take a few fun day trips.

What a blessed 2011. Here's to an even better 2012.

Don't Miss the Magic

2012-01-13T16:46:00.001-05:00

“I love you because no two snowflakes are alike, and it is possible, if you stand tippy-toe, to walk between the raindrops. ”

~N. Giovanni

If you're anything like me, this day has been a long time coming.

I don't know what I'd do without the promise of snow. Most people do nothing but complain about the white fluff, and to them I say, "You are missing the magic."

Have you ever looked out the window of your home and really, I mean really, studied a snowfall? Did you ever marvel in the artistry of each delicate flake? Did you ever think that perhaps the snow is God's way of reminding us to be quiet and calm and close to those we love?

Always one to love the snow, I decided to decorate one of my pencil trees with snowmen and snowflakes. Why not celebrate the amazing and beautiful display Mother Nature so kindly provides?

Plus, the twinkle lights truly add some warmth and coziness to the chilly and dark winter nights.

All of these decorations were handmade by me during the summer between 6th and 7th grades. I'm probably one of the few teenagers who stitched up snowmen that summer.

See, I really do love snow. Told ya.

On Making Do and Making Up: A Snow Day Recipe

2012-01-13T14:33:00.000-05:00

"Those who have no time for healthy eating will sooner or later have

to find time for illness."

~Edward Stanley

My eyes sputtered to life at approximately 3:50 AM. Insane, I know, but true none-the-less. As I laid in the dark, straining to listen for the scraping of plows or the shrieks of wind, I became agitated. I had planned a "Snow Day" and the quiet, calm extra-early morning hours did not exactly assist in creating the day I was envisioning.

With a heavy heart I rolled over, adjusted the pillow and pulled the quilt over my head. While I wish this wasn't a true fact, it honestly is. As I hid under the covers, I calculated the time to what I believed would be the exact moment the storm would hit, the school would call and classes would find themselves crossed off my list of daily activities.

The genius I am (wink), I quickly stuck my arm out from my little blanket fort, grabbed the alarm clock, re-set it (while adjusting for the fact that I needed to straighten my hair and pack my lunch), and grabbed my cell-phone. I figured that I would wait until the last possible minute, the last possible millisecond, and then, if I hadn't heard anything, I'd rise, drink enough coffee to hide the severe disappointment and pray that I could pull off the morning tasks without being late. With the cell-phone nestled just under my left cheek, I felt certain that it would ring before my alarm, making me one very happy girl.

Not so.

Knowing that my Chad-o was enjoying his peaceful slumber and that my serious state of agitation and excitement over a pending snow day would only go unnoticed for so long, I kissed him on the forehead, tucked him in and headed for the couch. Upon looking out the window my hopes fell through the floor. While snow had fallen, it didn't appear to be all that bad. Naturally, I turned on the television, hoping and wishing and crossing my fingers that I'd see numerous school cancellations scrolling across the bottom of the screen. Nope.

With a heavy sigh I began making my coffee and telling CT that since I was up too early, I'd spend some time and cuddle with her on the couch. Coffee in hand and puppy in arm, I snuggled between the cushions just as my school's name flashed across the blue cancellation band.

"Praise God!" I cheered. "Praise God."

...and so began our perfectly wonderful day.

You should probably know that Charlie T. has firmly perched herself next to me and hasn't stopped chewing her paw for the last thirty minutes. She's afraid, that furry one. I'm guessing it has something to do with the intense winds that swarm and pound against the windows, causing the house to creek and crack while working to defend it's fragile inhabitants.

We're snug in here, though. The coffee's hot, the snowmen tress are lit and my list of things that must be accomplished are nil.

My mama and I did battle the storm today, the brave ones that we are. There's simply no stopping me when I get an idea. And, let me tell you, an idea i had. So, off we went. Over the hills and through the slushy streets we ventured. While we had a great time and got some stellar things, my list still contained one impossible-to-find ingredient. We looked everywhere. We went to every grocery store and food seller in our small town. Sadly, we never did find it.

Oh well. Make do, right?

Who said that every recipe and every set of directions has to be followed exactly? Not me, that's for sure.

I wasn't about to let a little Tahini stop my perfectly wonderful snow day.

So I present a little Snow Day recipe that I made without, mind you, one of the main ingredients.

Three cheers for being inventive and taking chances.

Snow Day Hummus

*Otherwise known as Buffalo Hummus (Adapted from Food Network)

Like I said, I didn't have any Tahini, so I made do without it. Then I changed things up a bit, adding a bit more spice, because honestly, I like it that way.

3 cups drained and rinsed garbanzo beans

1/4 cup fresh squeezed lemon juice

5 Tablespoons of Franks Buffalo Sauce

1 Tablespoon distilled white vinegar

3 cloves of garlic

A sprinkle of cayenne pepper

A hearty "sprinkeling" of sesame seeds (to make up for the lack of Tahini)- ha.

Place everything in the food processor and blend until thick, rich and creamy. Garnish with some fresh parsley (straight from my indoor herb garden) and... yum yum yum...eat it up.

Here's hoping your day is cozy and warm and delicious and wonderful.

The Art of Simple Goodness

2011-12-31T12:46:00.000-05:00

"To find the universal elements enough; to find the air and the water exhilarating; to be refreshed by a morning walk or an evening saunter... to be thrilled by the stars at night; to be elated over a bird's nest or a wildflower in spring - these are some of the rewards of the simple life."

~John Burroughs

I've made a genuine effort to eat natural foods. Good-bye prepackaged treats, artificially sweetened and sugar free snacks. Hello simple and wholesome and real.

***

The other day I came across this wonderfully healthy, easy and metabolism boosting recipe. "Must try," I thought to myself.

I'd like to tell you that I'm some sort of gourmet chef and that I constantly dabble with exotic ingredients, because of course, I do not. But we'll just pretend, ok? wink~nudge~nudge

Sooo... if you promise to be highly impressed, I promise to share my new obsession.

Deal?

Deal.

The shopping list:

1 avocado

1 slice of bread- you choose. The crustier the better, in my opinion.

A splash of sea-salt

Directions:

Peal and smash a ripe avocado

Toast (or not) a slice of bread

Spread smashed avocado over bread

Splash with sea-salt (my personal favorite)

Extras:

Red pepper flakes (Yum!- I loved this variation.)

Freshly ground pepper

A drizzle of olive-oil

I'll be lying if I said that this hasn't served as a breakfast, lunch and/or snack throughout this lovely Christmas vacation. Talk about versatile, healthy and delicious.

And so it was Christmas.

2011-12-31T12:23:00.001-05:00

"Christmas is not a time or a season, but a state of mind. To cherish peace and good will, to be plenteous in mercy, is to have the real spirit of Christmas."

~ Calvin Coolidge

Enjoy a few moments of our Christmas celebration.

The Kaufman House, 2011

As you can see, Christmas was merry and bright.

I Blame Her

2011-12-23T16:49:00.000-05:00

"Each day comes bearing its own gifts. Untie the ribbons."

~Ruth Ann Schabacker

I'm just going to go ahead and blame this one on my mother. Without realizing it, she instilled in me the idea that "presentation is everything". Trust me, I have a lifetime of holidays and birthdays and special occasions to pull from.

I vividly remember her picking out the perfect wrapping paper and painstakingly choosing the proper ribbons and embellishments. Embellishments--pfft...most people don't go any farther than a stick-on bow.

Ahh, but then there is my sweet, creative, artistic mother. Her packages and presents always seemed like they should grace the floor of Santa's workshop or be overflowing from a winter wonderland display at Nordstrom.

Seriously, we're talking amazing wrapping perfection.

Perfectly folded corners. Perfectly tied ribbons. Perfectly formed bows.

Perfect color coordination.

I remember her converting our kitchen table into gift-wrap central. She would wrap and I would sit, watch and talk to her. So quick and easy she made it appear. So-- big shocker-- all of her perfection and creativity had me wanting to be just like her.

Therefore, from a very young age, I wrapped all of my own presents, trying with my clumsy fingers to emulate her crisp folds and perfect knots. I even purchased my own wrapping supplies in an attempt to keep up with the ever-so-high wrapping standard.

Now I'm kind of a wrapping paper, "presentation is everything" fanatic. I'll admit that I am completely against gift bags, except for when the gift inside is all wrapped in a coordinating paper. Sad, very sad, but true.

Also, I have this crazy philosophy about the wrapping being part of the gift. I believe it says, "I put thought into this. I went the extra mile to make you feel special."

Most of my wrapping has been finished for awhile now. However, this afternoon I finished up some last minute details. I tied the final bow and crisped the last corner.

Welcome, Christmas. We're officially ready for you.

A Christmas Meal

2011-12-23T11:45:00.000-05:00

On Tuesday afternoon I rushed home from school and planted myself in the kitchen, eager to cook, create and set up the perfect inviting atmosphere. Chad-o and I were hosting a little gathering; a tiny, loving, pre-Christmas dinner party.

***

How about the early darkness of a December night? I just love it. I'll rush to plug in all of the lights, allowing the house to be lit with nothing more than the twinkle of Christmas trees and the glow of candles. Heaven, I tell you. Pure Heaven.

The lights were gentle and flickering, the company perfect and the food nourishing.

A simple, semi-homemade menu set the stage: vegetable/beef soup, fresh salad, homemade bread and brownies with mocha-peppermint ice-cream. It was warm, comforting, tender and festive.

I must admit that these Santa Clause drinking glasses are one of my favorite holiday decorations. My mama and I found them in the back of an old, dusty antique store a few summers ago. Jackpot. I love wondering about where they lived before and whose holiday celebrations they accessorized.

Naturally, this delightful evening was followed by steaming hot shower and a lovely little napper on the couch. Thank you, Chad-o, for filling the role of dishwasher and clean-upper.

Unseasonably Warm

2011-12-23T10:43:00.002-05:00

"And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything."

~William Shakespeare

Just a few weeks ago, when it should have been snowing and blowing, we found ourselves jumping on bicycles and hitting the trails. A far cry from typical December weather, we decided to take advantage of a rather lovely day, bike to one of our favorite little places and indulge in some yummy food at Falls Market- simple and wonderful goodness.

The bike trail from Confluence to Ohiopyle certainty takes on multiple personalities with each season, yet we continue to befriend her, enjoying her many quirks and idiosyncrasies. Watching the changes from spring to summer and from autumn to winter have proven humbling, as the power and instinct of nature appears ever so evident. The bike trail, you see, is one place where the changing seasons remain welcome and necessary. The trail knows how very important the snow, cold and winter freeze are. Without them, the beauty of summer isn't possible.

While I don't do church, for various reasons, I am deeply religious and spiritual. And this, my friends, is my most favorite church in the world. Maybe someday I'll go inside, sit at a pew and lose myself in my thoughts. But, for now, I'm content to stay outside and offer quiet prayers and thanksgivings.

Soon, soon, soon (fingers crossed), snow will cover this magical landscape, acting as an insulating blanket of white to trees, saplings, rocks and plants alike.

A Quiet Almost-Christmas Morning

2011-12-23T09:20:00.000-05:00

"For centuries men have kept an appointment with Christmas. Christmas means fellowship, feasting, giving and receiving, a time of good cheer, home."

~W.J. Ronald Tucker

It figures that today, the first day of Christmas vacation, I would be up with the birds. I'm like that, though. I enjoy getting up early, especially on days that I don't have to work. That way, you see, I can relax, sip hot coffee, watch the morning news and relish the idea that I am not accountable to a single person. The extreme hustle and bustle of my typical work day finds itself in a forgotten corner and I'm permitted the slightly flighty and irresponsible attitude of a regular person.

So I'm wide awake, taking in the awesome feeling of freedom, which I plan on enjoying for the next 10 days.

Hallelujah-what a glorious gift.

I'm currently perched on the couch, having just spilled an entire cup of coffee all over me. Nice one, huh? But honestly I wasn't all that bothered. On a typical morning, the kind when I am up and doing school work by 5:00 am, I would have been peeved, running around in crazy, frazzled clean-up mode. Not today, though. Today I pushed out my bottom lip, gently sighed, picked up an un-fazed fur child and went to the kitchen for a towel. Thank you, Christmas Vacation, for the calm and stress-free and non-rush mornings. I'm very much in love.

Happy Sigh. So here I sit, surrounded by my twinkle lights and Christmas decorations and the feeling of peace. It just doesn't get much better.

A Lesson in "Real Learning" and "True Thinking"

2011-12-22T22:36:00.000-05:00

“The aim of education should be to teach us rather how to think, than what to think—rather to improve our minds, so as to enable us to think for ourselves, than to load the memory with the thoughts of other men."

~John Dewey

The days prior to Thanksgiving break always prove interesting in a school- especially in a middle school. I've learned that 7th and 8th graders know everything. Everything. They are experts on every single topic in the entire world. Just ask them; I'm quite sure they'll confirm.

Therefore, I decided to use the days prior to Thanksgiving break as a lesson of sorts, an opportunity to show them what real learning actually feels like.

Their task? To create a German Christmas Star using four precut strips of paper.

So, I gathered the necessary supplies: paper strips, typed directions- complete with pictures and diagrams, and computers- with access to the internet. The students were permitted to work together, share, discuss and help one another- much like in a research setting.

My role was to act as a facilitator, helping the students construct their learning. I never once told them what they needed to do or how they should approach their task. Rather, I introduced the activity, gave them with some basic background knowledge and history, provided them with necessary tools and allowed them to explore, experiment, attempt and evaluate.

Wow.

The whole concept of "thinking" and "learning" truly baffled them. They had no interest in trying to figure it out. Simply put, they wanted me to show them and/or get them started. Keep in mind that they did indeed have access to the internet, in which they could have watched YouTube videos, accessed Google or searched for alternate directions. Sadly, they rarely took advantage of their resources.

At the end of the first day I had 4 students (out of 170ish) who were able to complete the paper-folding, inquiry based task.

Watching the students struggle and quit so easily didn't really surprise me, as they so rarely have to "think". They live in a world where they are tested by choosing from among four answer choices. In my opinion, today's students lack creativity. As much as I love my students, I wish you could see how poorly they draw and color and use scissors. It's quite sad, really.

On day two of the lesson I caved in and demonstrated how to complete the activity. However, the whole inquiry, self-learning and real thinking aspect flopped- hard. I probably learned the biggest lesson, as I became even more aware of how impatient today's students are.

In the end, the German Christmas Stars turned out very snazzy and jazzy and ended up in a garland that I strung around our classroom.

Giving Thanks

2011-12-22T21:10:00.000-05:00

"Every time we remember to say "thank you", we experience nothing less than heaven on earth."
~ Sarah Ban Breathnach

My mom and dad provided us with a most wonderful Thanksgiving. The details were perfect. The food was delish.

Is it just me, or is there something ultra special and peaceful about Thanksgiving day?

As always, my mom created the perfect balance of natural and sparkle. She is indeed Martha Stewart's long lost twin.

Oh Mamoo and Pap, how we missed you both. As the years pass, those memories become sweeter, more cherished and closer to our hearts. We continue to honor your lives with the little pieces we have left, even if it's something as simple kitchen timer. You are with us still. This we know.

I enjoyed being with my favorite people, my lovely little family.

Unfortunately, I lost the wishbone contest. Shucks.

Broccoli Casserole. Stuffing. Turkey. Homemade Bread.

Yum.

Funny story about the above turkey candle. You see, always one to love food, I mistook the festive votive for a piece of chocolate. Now my three-year-old teeth are forever imprinted in the waxy feathers...I've never lived that down.

Holiday Planting and an Alarming Surprise

2011-11-19T21:09:00.000-05:00

"One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today."

~ Dale Carnegie

Here's an insanely ridiculous story for you.

I (the kind, loving daughter I am) graciously purchased two tickets to the Bob Seger concert and gave them to my dad for his birthday. I know, super nice, right? I figured that he and my sweet mama could enjoy a day of fun- frolicking in the city, eating good food, listening to classic rock.

He was psyched, and said (I quote), "That's as cool as hell," upon opening his birthday present and realizing what it was.

One problem: Their dog, Millie.

They don't like to leave Miss Millie. She's the queen of their castle and doesn't spend too much time alone.

Like the geniuses we are, we made a foil-proof plan. A plan that was so simple, even a caveman could have done it. The plan went like this: I, Cathy, would venture over to 862 to feed, play with, and water Millie at 3:30 and 9:30 PM. Easy, right?

Wrong.

Now, I must not forget to tell you that I am old-school. I have a key to enter my little abode. That's it-a key. One, little, gold-colored key is all that stands between me and the inside of the door. Not so at 862.

My parents recently decided that they would sleep better knowing they were under the watchful eye of a fancy-schmancy security system. Well, thank God. Let me tell you about all the intruders it has kept out. (eye-roll).

Knowing that I am not overly comfortable with working the high-tech motherboard provided by ADT, they promised not to set the alarm. (ahem.)

So, over to 826 I ventured, hot cocoa in hand, all set to spend a good hour with Mills. Knowing the alarm wasn't set, I inserted my key, gave it a turn, and opened the door.

A quiet set of beeps greeted me.

Those beeps must have been happy to see me because they kept getting louder and louder. "Humm, I thought. Those will probably stop soon since dad didn't set the alarm."

Just as I reached my parents bedroom, where Miss Millie was spending the day, those little beeps turned into a full blown siren, complete with computerized voice information.

"Front door- Breached! Motion Sensor- Living Room- Breeched! Authorities have been notified!"

Poor Millie went into a set of canine convulsions due to the severe pitch of the siren. I scooped her into my arms and ran her outside. I figured the smart thing to do would be to call my parents to get their "secret alarm code" to end the craziness.

Now, it would make complete sense to dock a portable phone in a central location like a kitchen, but today wasn't the day for typical. After a frantic search I located the phone, neatly tucked away on a perfect table in their bedroom, and I attempted to place my call.

well, well, well...

As it turns out, when the alarm goes off, the phones are also disabled. Perfect.

Nope, I did not have my cell phone.

So, I was stuck outside, with a convulsing dog, and some broken ear-drums.

Apparently the police called my dad, who called Chad-o, who came over to check on the situation.

Much to my delight, the alarm finally stopped and the experience culminated with a few squad cars circling the residence.

Good thing my mom left me this lovely Christmas Amaryllis bulb on the counter, as a way of thanking me for taking care of Millie.

I bet she had no idea how necessary this "thank you" treat really was. Ha.

With a Handmade Touch

2011-11-19T20:12:00.000-05:00

"The defining function of the artist is to cherish consciousness."

~ Max Eastman

A few weekends ago I tip-toed away to craft land. I blocked out the word and lost myself in creativity and imagination.

In a few more weeks, after these crazy graduate classes are over, I'll be there everyday.

...And It Snowed for Halloween

2011-11-19T19:44:00.000-05:00

"The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found?"

-J.B. Priestley

Forgive me for being a bit behind. ..sigh...Life has a way of enveloping me with responsibilities.

But, the first snow has happened~ has fallen from the sky and kicked my love affair with winter into full gear.

Happy Happy! Joy Joy!

I remember the moment most vividly. Husband and I were laying in bed, aware of the supposed forecast, when he said to me, "Well, we have't heard any plows."

Just then, I kid you not, the scratchy, rumble-y sound of the snowplow echoed through the icy air.

I dashed from my bed, peered through the blinds and then ran (honest) downstairs to fully investigate the natural wonder.

The day turned into one of comfy jammies, warm socks, hot java and cozy blankets.

CT enjoyed an abundance of time in Snuggle City. She was oh-so-happy, that furry one.

First Snow~ October 29, 2011

Frost on the Punkins

2011-10-23T22:50:00.000-04:00

"A few days ago I walked along the edge of the lake and was treated to the crunch and rustle of leaves with each step I made. The acoustics of this season are different and all sounds, no matter how hushed, are as crisp as autumn air."

~Eric Sloane

I spent yesterday tangled with my yarn- ultra creamy, dreamy, baby alpaca yarn. Now I'm craving all things warm and cozy, including tons of knitting, plenty of reading, and baking artisan bread . Give me a log cabin, some candles, a cracking fire, and a warm blanket and I promise you'll never hear from me again.

Pinky swear.

So this morning, when I let Little One out to Potty, you can imagine my happiness when I noticed the soft, lush grass had transformed into a crystallized forest of shimmery ice and crunchy leaves.

Today marked the kick-off. It was the day I wait for all year.

Go grab some hot apple cider and a cinnamon stick and clink your mug against mine.

Cheers to the first frost, my friends.

Jacks

2011-10-17T18:02:00.000-04:00

"The art of being happy lies in the power of extracting happiness from common things."

~ Henry Ward Beecher

…after a great day, a day when I received two cards for no reason at all, I come home and unload the dishwasher and find these little guys. Looks like they've created their own little pumpkin patch~ on the top rack that is. Awesome.

On Staying Optimistic

2011-10-16T20:33:00.002-04:00

"Some pursue happiness, others create it."

~Anonymous

My mom is full of great ideas. Trust me. Her fantastic ideas recently gained even more favor with me when she made the very genius suggestion that we put everything else aside and head to Fort Ligonier Days, a local arts and crafts and food festival.

Her suggestion came on a Monday morning as we chatted during my drive to school. After unlocking my door, stashing my purse, and turning on my classroom lights, I logged on to the Weather Channel. Whatdaya know….the day we were planning for had a 40% chance of thunderstorms.

In my book that translates to a 60% chance of sun, so I zoomed off an e-mail spouting that it was totally worth the risk. I filled the square in my day planner and reserved the day for her and I.

The night before the planned outing the rains came. Now, allow me to explain that rain typically presents big problems for outdoor festivities. One- mud. Two- frizzy hair. Three- soggy food. Four- cumbersome umbrellas. Five- slight chill. I could go on and on…

I went to bed the night before our day hoping that the rains would go away, but secretly enjoying the thought of bundling up in my cruddy jeans, rubber shoes, and plastic poncho. “An adventure!” I silently cheered.

The next morning, before the sun, I was up- eagerly anticipating the day my mom and I had planned. Much to my initial dismay, the rains maintained a steady rhythm against the roof and windows, and made swooshing noises while passing though the spouts.

I lay in bed, pulling the covers closer, wishing the rains away. I wanted a day of fun- carefree, umbrella-free fun.

But the sunshine and sunbeams just weren’t in the plans. We donned our rain gear and prepared to make the best of it. We even started the morning with a pumpkin spice latte from Starbucks. Pure Heaven.

As we made our drive, we continued to laugh about the rain and kept telling ourselves that a little precipitation was only going to add to the fun.

For a good hour we walked through Fort Ligonier Days with our rain gear, perfecting the art of balancing items to purchase, money, and umbrellas with two hands. It was quite the little circus act.

Deciding that we needed a good, hearty break for lunch, we headed to The Ligonier Tavern to warm up and dry out. As we sat at the most quaint table, enjoying our spinach artichoke dip and white chicken chili, the clouds parted and the sun smiled and blue chased away the gray.

“Well, well, well,” we snickered. You see, we knew this was going to happen all along- obviously. (sly grin)

We shopped and shopped and looked and talked, eventually stopping for some hazelnut java at Abagail’s Coffee Shoppe. Then we found us a nice little park bench and enjoyed tapping our toes to the sounds of the Irish band, playing in the gazebo.

I can’t find the words to express how much I enjoyed our day. Of course, we utilized every second, closing down the nearby mall and not arriving home until well after 10:30.

Good thing we didn’t wait on the sun- we would have missed one heck of a super-fun, super-special day.

Thank you, Mama J- much love.

Into the Woods

2011-10-15T14:19:00.000-04:00

"Take only pictures, leave only footprints."

~ Anonymous

Pumphouse Trail, Laurel Hilll State Park

October 9, 2011

Evening's Glow

2011-10-13T23:33:00.000-04:00

"No Spring nor Summer beauty hath such grace

As I have seen in one Autumnal face."

~J. D.

It’s one of those cozy nights. The kind where simply pulling your hair up makes you chilly—I’m thankful for the warmth of long, thick hair.

I’m feeling ultra-productive. Laundry is churning away. Fresh towels decorate the bathrooms. My schoolwork is caught up. Life is balanced—I like that—a lot.

Oh the autumn nights, clad with their golden/gray light. There’s something about the glow of my Halloween Tree and the soft aura of candy corn and purple twinkle lights that just has me itchin’ for sheepskin slippers and flannel pajamas. I smell my spaghetti squash baking in the oven and enjoy the faint, vegetative aroma it sends dancing through the air. I’m so thankful for the bounty of summer’s abundant harvest.

Like a potion bubbling in an iron cauldron, my Halloween Tree stirs up memories of my childhood. All of the decorations hold a meaning, a memory, a happy thought.

See the little black cat? That was my prize for having the best costume in my kindergarten class. No one could guess who the portly hobo was—no princess or fairy wings for this girl (grin).

Notice the crochet ghost and pumpkin? My Mamoo made those. They were magnets that previously decorated her homey kitchen and refrigerator.

The ceramic pumpkin-head ghost with the missing hand? I broke it when I was about six or seven years old. I remember it tumbling from its high perch on the counter.

The ever-so-festive candy corn lights? My mama and papa got me those last year. I found them hanging on my door with a little note from my dad. “Trick-or-Treat,” it said. Yes, you guess it, I still have the note.

I tell you more stories of the Halloween Tree later. But now, I must prepare for sleep. Time to snuggle in and listen to the pitter-patter of the mid-night rain.

My Cheeks Hurt

2011-10-13T22:57:00.001-04:00

I spent Saturday smiling from ear to ear. Between the memories and watching happiness (you really can see happiness, you know?) and eating delicious food and being in my favorite place with my favorite people, I experienced bliss at its finest.

Pumpkin Fest 2011

Confluence, PA

The day also involved an impromptu stop at The Confluence House, a quaint bed and breakfast owned by my dad’s long-lost friend. We enjoyed a most jolly tour and shared quite a few hearty laughs. It’s a long, hilarious story, but I’ll spare you the intimate details (wink). We’ll just say there was plenty of talk of moonshine.

I simply adore milky-glass windows. Throw a pumpkin behind such glass and I'm in complete heaven.

I truly enjoyed visiting the church where my father spent his childhood years. At times like this, I find myself humbled and thankful that some things never change. It was exactly as he remembered it- the smell and all- and that made me happy. Those memories are important and deserve to be relived. I loved listening to him relive his past, telling stories and losing himself in days gone by. It was sweet and special.

Oh delicious festival!

And, of course we biked. I even went walking in a corn field. Don’t ask. You just never know what I’ll get myself into.

Awesomely wonderful, beautiful, fun weekend.

Comforts and a Memory Lane Detour

2011-10-06T22:16:00.000-04:00

"Food is the most primitive form of comfort."

~Shelia Graham

I wish I could tell you that years of piano lessons helped to finely hone my musical skills. I’d be proud if I could even boast of knowing how to accurately and proficiently read an intermediate piece of music. But alas, I come up short—way short. I learned three important things from piano lessons.

I learned how to make excuses and talk my way out of actually playing the piano. I remember going to numerous lessons, where I would just talk to Mrs. Schrock. We’d talk and laugh and I’d tell her about school and –gasp- we’d talk about other kids- kids who were piano students of hers (shame, shame, shame on us). Sometimes she gave me small treats—she’d disappear into the other room and come back with a brownie, a cookie, or a small candy bar. Essentially, I learned how to talk in a circle and avoid playing any songs. I never practiced. I really didn’t like the piano. I had forts to build and a bike to ride….

I became a master at Christmas music. After two years of struggling through Piano Purgatory, playing mundane tunes and scales, I proclaimed that I’d had enough. No more. And from that point on, I exclusively played Christmas music. All year. My favorite was “Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree” and she liked “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas.” Looking back, it’s obvious to see that we were simply eclectic and festive, two crazy girls, from two different generations, getting jiggy with holiday music in the middle of May.

Although never much for church, I learned practically every popular, mainstream hymn. I loved playing hymns, (sly grin) probably because they were rather simple and slow. Like I said, I wasn’t much for practicing. However, I became a hymn playin’ queen, often playing “All Things Bright and Beautiful” with genuine passion and vigor. I’m still surprised I was never asked to showcase my musical talents at church. It’s alright—the church didn’t want the other kids to be jealous. I get it.

Today, I found myself thinking of sweet Mrs. Schrock and those piano lessons. You see, as I was busy unlocking the door, balancing six grocery bags and a purse and a water bottle and one overly expensive pair of sunglasses, I found myself humming a familiar hymn. I was humming the tune the church bells played. I’m lucky to live near the church. Those chimes and bells often help keep me in check and keep me on schedule.

Isn’t it crazy how the simplest of events, such as the tolling of church bells, can spin off a whole flood of memories? geesh…

So anyway, I was returning from the grocery store, when this flashback hit. Pardon me for taking a detour onto Memory Lane. All day I looked forward to baking a special treat for myself. Thursday is my alone night—a night that Charlie and I chill out and do things for us. Cooking and/or eating usually top both of our lists.

Just as we started boiling water and cooking chicken, we got a text from my dad. “Starbucks. Pumpkin Spice Latte. Pick you up in 15 min.”

Score.

Off went the burners. Lock went the doors.

Charlie, very politely (wink) asked the kind lady at the drive through if she could have some whip cream. Since no one can resist the requests of Fur Face, her wishes were met and she promptly stuffed her little nose into the paper cup and indulged. Her tail is still wagging.

Then, we drove some of our old favorite roads, talking and gossiping, sipping coffee, and enjoying the peace and calm of quiet country scenery. We’re so lucky to live here—the beauty in an October evening is beyond enchanting.

When we arrived home, we quickly got back to work on our dinner. There’s nothing like the comfort of pasta and organic chicken, cheese and buffalo sauce. I sure do love me some

fall-ish comfort foods. It’s obviously time to build up my fat storage and prepare for my winter hibernation.

You might want to make Baked Buffalo Chicken Pasta, too. Go ahead, give it a try.

1 pound pasta (I used whole wheat orecchiette)

3 boneless, skinless chicken breasts, cooked and cut into chunks

1 tablespoon butter

1 tablespoon flour

1 1/2 cups milk

4 ounces grated monterey jack cheese + more for topping

1/3 cup grated sharp cheddar cheese + more for topping

1/3 cup buffalo wing sauce

1/3 cup panko bread crumbs

For garnish: I just chopped up a bunch of green onions, threw on some cheese, and drizzled with buffalo sauce.

Preheat oven to 375 degrees.

While pasta is cooking, heat a medium saucepan over medium heat. Add the butter, and once it’s melted and bubbly add the flour. Whisk together and cook for 1-2 minutes until mixture gets a bit golden in color. Add milk, stir and turn down heat to low. Continue stirring until milk thickens. Add in grated cheeses and continue to stir until mixture is smooth. Stir in buffalo wing sauce.

Spray a baking dish with non-stick spray. Add pasta and chicken, then pour cheese sauce over and mix thoroughly. Sprinkle with additional grated cheese and bread crumbs. Bake for 25 minutes or until cheese is golden brown. Remove from oven and immediately top with cheese and green onions. Drizzle with buffalo wing sauce.

2011-10-05T23:15:00.000-04:00

"Thousands of candles can be lit from a single candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened."

~ Buddha

I got real personal with autumn today.

Hubbo and I tackled the lawn this evening...double-teamed it, if you will. I had the luxury of enjoying the scent of decaying leaves and soggy acorn hats, while he trimmed the lush grass and worked on the edging. I'll also throw in that I raked and raked and raked, gathering two bags of mucky and waterlogged pine needles. Like I mentioned, it was personal. Maybe even intimate. ha.

For numerous reasons, today proved interesting. I teeter between being annoyed, angry, disappointed, and thankful. Like I said, it proved interesting. Never-the-less, I'm so thankful that after our evening chores Ninja and I enjoyed a slow dinner of grilled treats and baked potatoes and finished while eating dark chocolate, drinking coffee, and having the most wonderful conversation on the kitchen floor.

happy sigh.

It's Moving In....

2011-10-04T23:06:00.000-04:00

"Pixie, kobold, elf, and sprite,

All are on their rounds tonight;

In the wan moon's silver ray,

Thrives their helter-skelter play."

~Joel Benton

Look closely. The sky foretells of things to come.

I was caught up in my after-school activities-- reading the newspaper and enjoying time in my yoga pants and oversize sweatshirt--when I happened to notice the shadows within the room changing shape, morphing from one gray creature into the next.

Then, the shadows would disappear. And just as quickly, they would return again.

Picking up Munchkin, I wondered over to the window and peered outside. Sure enough, the sky was moving-- moving, I tell you--swirling together silver clouds and pockets of pink light. Surely, one could describe the sight as beautiful. Perhaps hauntingly beautiful.

Haunting. hummm.... Did I ever tell you of my obsession with the supernatural? Have I mentioned my extreme fascination with the spirit world? (Click here to read more.)

Oh the joys of this season! The promise of candles and cozy and spells and black cats.

We're all set here at 403. The Halloween Tree went up tonight. Bring on the spooks, the whispering winds, the creaky doors, and flickering flames...

Choices

2011-10-02T21:03:00.000-04:00

"He who takes medicine and neglects to care for his diet wastes the skill of his doctors."

~ Chinese Proverb

I recently read an interesting article on the topic of childhood obesity. To be honest, it proved way more disturbing than inspiring. I'm a foodie, for sure. I love a good meal and I get excited about eating specific foods. And, sometimes, if I am being completely honest with myself, the promise of a delicious treat is all that gets me through a miserable situation or the drudgery of a long day.

But, back to the article. Did you know that we live in the (supposedly) wealthiest nation, yet we have the highest rates of obesity (both childhood and adult)? Interesting, huh?

Also, this is the first generation of children with a lower life expectancy than that of their parents. Wow. Disturbing, right?

How did this happen? When did our society begin eating, as I call them, "fake foods"? You know them, the artificial sweeteners (aka chemicals) rather than real sugar. What?? Are you kidding me?? Is it really worth the 15 calories to cut the natural stuff and supplement with the cancer causing, molecular genetic altering agents? Apparently so.

Somehow it also became completely legit to fill our foods with preservatives, as to ensure they last for years and years. Take Lunchables, for instance. Does it seem reasonable to give a developing child a chemically laced meat product, packed with calories, high-fructose corn syrup, and an "artificially sweetened" juice pouch? Again, the answer is yes. For $3.49 one's child can indulge in an edible chemistry set. Woo-hoo! May I suggest some whole-grain crackers or bread, a few pieces of roasted chicken or turkey, a cube or two of real cheese, and a cup of water? Cheaper and real- but pish-posh. It's all about convenience, right?

Protein bars. Vitamin Water. Fiber enriched fruit snacks. Yea, real natural- note the sarcasm.

I don't want to give you the wrong idea. I'm certainly not the perfect person, and my diet is far from organic. But I do try. I make a sincere and honest effort to eat natural, chemical-free, and real foods.

I just finished making Tabouli- my lunch for the week. It's not fat-free, but it is free of chemicals and preservatives. It's not packed with flavor enhancers or artificial sweeteners. But it is full of flavor, lemon juice, Bulgar wheat, olive oil, cucumbers, tomatoes, and parsley. And, I love it.

2011-10-01T11:05:00.000-04:00

"All things on earth point home in old October...."

~Thomas Wolfe

She Cuddles

2011-10-01T10:49:00.000-04:00

"You can only come to the morning through the shadows."

~ Tolkien

...just because I never want to forget how I found her on Thursday morning...

Hurriedly, I went about my morning tasks: making tea, straightening hair, and accessorizing. Meanwhile, Little One found my old college sweatshirt and got cozy.

Beautiful Sadness

2011-09-29T20:56:00.001-04:00

"Death is more universal than life; everyone dies but not everyone lives."

~ A. Sachs

My mind is elsewhere this evening, as it has been for a few days now. My mind should be here; I should be focused on the snoozing puppy, the steaming cup of tea, or at the very least, I should be doing laundry or packing tomorrow’s lunch. But every now and then, out of a perfect blue sky on the most perfect of autumn days, one’s world becomes forever changed.

***

I wish I had the words to depict the glowing corn tassels as they danced in the glitter of the setting sun. They swooshed back and forth, exchanging dance partners, as the gentle evening breeze moved quiet prayers poignantly between the stalks, through the field, over the rolling valley, and onto the next world. The sight was most magical.

***

Yesterday, they buried her. Her children, that is.

In a simple pine box, she was laid to rest, and her five children, along with the father, buried her. They shoveled and shoveled, covering her with love and blessings, sending her Home.

Can you even imagine? The oldest married last weekend. The youngest is in the third grade. Mothers are important. Mothers are necessary. And I’m quite saddened that they no longer have theirs.

***

My friend and I drove solemnly to the family farm, constantly questioning the state of the children, their emotions, and their thoughts.

We rounded the final turn and parked in a field of cut hay. We waited in the most perfect of barns and we sat on beautifully carved wooden benches. Neither of us had ever been to a home viewing before.

***

Behind us, on long tables, sat hundreds of black hats and bonnets. In front of us sat adults and a hundred or so very young children. With our clothing and make-up, we stood out--but no one seemed to mind. We were welcomed, warmly and with sincere gratitude.

For about 45 minutes we sat, waiting for the family to return from their evening meal. All the while, people came and went, exchanging quiet greetings, firm handshakes, and sympathetic expressions. Never once did a cry echo through the barn. Never once did a theatrical sob break the serene stillness.

Rather, tears found resting places in fine lines and pockets above cheekbones. Emotions, while present, were expressed with the utmost of composure and reverence.

Children--young, young children--waited patiently. Every now and then they would smile at one another, or playfully kick at the ground. But never once did one of those young, young children express any sign of disrespect. Never once did they complain. Never once did they ask for anything.

***

Finally, it was our turn. We made our way through the barn and into the garage. Inside, we saw them. All of the children, lined up in order of age (oldest to youngest) at the side of their mother’s casket. “There’s Mrs. Wheeler,” one of them whispered to the other. And with that, a tear slid down my cheek.

A tiny, pious woman, dressed in her white burial frock and bonnet, she beamed with a spirit that most of the living never display. Her children, clad in their pale pink dresses and plain button-down shirts, remained collected and poised. I, on the other hand, did my best to hold back tears.

***

I’m forever changed. I’ve never seen such beauty. I’ve never seen such peace.

***

It’s difficult to describe the types of relationships that form when one teaches in a small, rural school. The children literally grow up with us. The bonds form and we chat and confide and cheer and comfort. And, for better or worse, those children—they become our family.

The loss of such a beautiful life made me a better person. Seeing their way of life, although so traditional and basic, has only confirmed what I knew all along: Simplicity. Relationships. Nurturing. Love.

It started out as a Sunday Stroll...

2011-09-25T09:15:00.016-04:00

"There are no ordinary moments. There is always something magical going on."

~ Peaceful Warrior

We started the day with a festive mug of pumpkin spice coffee, never intending to stroll through the yard. But as I watched Little One, looking intently through the glass, I found myself open to the idea of a free-range stroll through the lawn.

It started out innocently enough with me walking around the yard, enjoying the small greetings of autumn: golden and maroon leaves fluttering to the ground, crisp air, vibrant moss, and spider webs.

Charlie, on the other hand, enjoyed sniffing about and tracking the scents of invisible critters. She’s crafty, I tell you~ always finding a way to wonder about and get her little paws dirty.

She was hot on the trail of something highly interesting, when suddenly, she stopped. I followed her gaze only to spot the most adorable squirrel running, make that sprinting across the fence rail. Not only was he moving at mock speed, but in his mouth he carried a large breakfast treat.

It was obvious the squirrel had big plans~ plans that included feasting in peace and quiet, enjoying his decadent delight.

I’ve gotta hand it to the little guy. He ran and ran, pausing at just the right moments to case out his surroundings. Then, he was off again, his final destination remaining his ultimate goal.

He spotted the sappy pine tree, the one with the perfect branch and the scenic view. He climbed and climbed, one foot in front of another.

Finally, his persistence paid off. He sighed (I could hear it, honestly), settled in, licked his paws, and enjoyed his morning meal. CT and I simply stood there watching, shaking our heads in amazement.

What started out as a lazy Sunday stroll for Miss Chalie and I turned into a spur-of-the-moment squirrel watching adventure. Ya just never know what the day will hold.

Neighborhood Field Trip

2011-09-24T22:09:00.003-04:00

"We are born believing. A man bears beliefs as a tree bears apples."

~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Across the street, the house is for sale. Mrs. Barker has been gone for quite awhile now, enjoying the comfort and convenience of her new surroundings. That being said, as I stood outside, potting some rosemary, I couldn’t help but gaze at the depilated state of her home. The obvious signs of neglect and emptiness reverberated through the property: overgrown shrubs, tightly drawn draperies, and haphazard, sporadically growing weeds.

I love houses, particularly old houses, full of stories and talking walls. I often wonder who the next owner will be and how they will love, change, and nurture the existing structure. There’s just something special about an old home.

But as I gazed upon her home and lawn, my eyes landed upon her small orchard of apple trees. “How long have they been here?” I wondered.

Planted along a split rail fence, the apple trees remind me of something from another era- a time when women wore aprons and gathered their harvest in the parachutes of billowing gingham fabrics.

Somehow I ended up under the apple trees, camera in hand, gazing and wondering and snapping photos. I’d like to collect some of these delicious wonders and whip up a batch of lumpy, homemade apple sauce.

And then, I noticed this little critter. Rest assured he kept a close eye on me, watching my every step and move. No doubt he’s not only guarding the house, but also his bounty of juicy gems.

Hello, Weekend

2011-09-24T12:07:00.003-04:00

"Always aim at complete harmony of thought and word and deed. Always aim at purifying your thoughts and everything will be well."

~ Mohandas Gandhi

As I peered out the window this morning, the skies displayed the color of used gym socks—not the promising type of fall-ish morning I had envisioned. As I stood at the counter, steeping my blooming white peach tea, the clouds slightly parted, sun began to peek through, and a family of squirrels raced across the lawn. “That’s better,” I silently thanked.

I wonder what today will hold. I know what I’d like to do, but here I go dreaming again. Wanna hear, anyway?

Yesterday evening, after a long week of work, I was walking through Lowes. Luckily for me- sad for our local society- Lowes boasts the most interesting and comprehensive selection of books and magazines in our small town. As the husband went off in search of the perfect light bulb, I lost myself in the world of do-it-yourself books. This proved dangerous, on so many levels.

First, I spotted a book on raising chickens. I picked up this grandiose piece of informative literature and dove into the world of hens and coops and brown eggs. And, as if that wasn’t enough, I had to spot the tiny pamphlet, clad with a brown paper cover, depicting numerous layouts for small, cozy cabins. I’m pretty sure, I mean I’m 100% positive, that at this point I was hearing angels sing.

This is nothing new, really. I’ve longed for an organic garden and a rustic place to call my own for quite awhile now. Who knows (wink)? I can tell you this though: I’ve started a little fund (a few months ago, actually). The pennies are being saved.

So, with that, I’ll tackle my chores and get this day rolling. You know what’s on my mind and in my heart. What do you have planned for this lovely day?

Random Somehows

2011-09-20T18:07:00.006-04:00

"When you arise in the morning,
think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive -
to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love."
~Marcus Aurelius

Somehow, it’s today.

Somehow, in some type of crazy, unreal, practically unfathomable way, today is here. In the blink of an eye, I’ve found myself far removed from my summer vacation and the little joys it brought. Now I’m knee deep in the throws of a new school year, with fresh responsibilities and high expectations. I’ve traded my flip-flops for leopard printed flats, swapped my elastic-waist yoga pants for tailored skirts, and gave up my wavy hair and pony-tails for a more professional, sleek, flat-ironed blowout. Hello, structured life.

Behind me, Little Peep sits on the back of the couch, gazing out the picture window at a golden sky lit by the shimmers of a setting sun. It’s quite magical, really. I wonder what she sees, and I find myself saddened that color, as we know it, isn’t part of her world. The neighbor’s dogs are barking up something fierce, but Little Peep just watches and listens, her head and ears quickly twitching every now and then.

Her world, although predictable and full of routine, appears so appealing at times. Like this morning, for example. While I stood at the kitchen counter, clad in fuzzy socks and a warm robe, she came to greet me with a little yawn and quiet whimper. Slowly, sleepily, she followed me back upstairs, and then, as if to taunt me with her peaceful life of leisure, nestled herself into a cloud of blankets. Sweet. As jealous as I was, I also found myself happy. She has a warm bed to snuggle in…I love that.
She is lucky. We are lucky.

Somehow, my grandmother, Mamoo, would have been 87 years old today. I found my thoughts continually drifting to her, as I went about my daily tasks. Memories and little snippets crept into my mind as I wrote the date on the board, while choosing my jewelry for the day, and as I listened to the news. I wished her a happy birthday. I actually said it out loud—to see how it would sound. And I wondered if somewhere, somehow she heard me. I hope so. I sure miss her, especially now.

I’m often amazed at the things in life I took/take for granted. Truly, and I honestly mean this, I try to be aware of everything around me. I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t take time out of everyday to say “thank you” for the wonderful life bestowed upon me. Yet somehow, I miss things. Sometimes those things are little. Sometimes those things are big. Sometimes I don’t realize I’ve missed them until they’re gone. I don’t chastise myself for it, because I’m honestly trying. We’re all works in progress, right? Life is a most interesting classroom.

Lately, I dream. I’ve always been a dreamer- just ask my mother. She often tells of how I’d be sitting at home, staring into space, and break into a huge grin. “Penny for your thoughts,” she’d say. I never was big on sharing, so usually my thoughts remained just that- mine. But I sure did dream, and recently it’s become more prevalent. Sometimes I dream of things to come, and other times I dream of things that were. Having such an active imagination certainly exists as both a blessing and a curse. But, as they say, dreams are necessary for life….

Somehow, I turned 30. I like it. It fits. I’m trying to embrace this “milestone” and use it as a steppingstone to better myself. I try to think of all the positives this year will hold. Mostly, I’m excited to finish up my master’s degree. Then, I can resume real life and real learning. I’m excited to write for me, to spend Sunday afternoons with my camera and notebook, to take real classes, to cook quality meals, and to spend time with my peoples. I miss that. My peoples are tops.

I’ve learned that I am continually surprised. My professional life took on a new look this school year. I’ll be honest- I spent the majority of the summer trying to soothe myself. I was “not nervous”. Nope. Not me. I didn’t sit around and make lists of things I would have to do, or dream up projects that I needed to design. I never spent hours at the computer trying to create a curriculum that would align with the state standards and the common core. No. I never did that. (Insert eye roll.) I spent the summer trying to talk myself out of being stressed. I do all of that, because, you see, I refuse to be stressed- seriously. I meditate. I self-talk. I treat myself. I remember the lessons I’ve learned along the way. But, most importantly, I don’t stress. It’s not worth it. Stress does not make anything better. *Note to self—take one’s own advice.

All of my “not stressing” would have been fabulous if I would have been able to follow through. I did stress. I did worry—for one of the first times in a long time. It took its toll on me, though, and I’m quite sure it affected those closest to me, as well. But that’s life, right? We’ve gotta be there to pick each other up, and cheer each other on, and look past the bruises. Thankfully, I’ve got a pretty spiffy support crew. But, you can’t stop time, and like always happens, I watched as the shelves at Wal-Mart slowly filled with notebooks and pencils. I observed grocery stores showcasing lunchboxes and kid-friendly lunch foods. And I secretly cringed when the magazines in my mailbox boasted headlines such as: “Fall Fashion Trends” and “Lunch Box Recipes Your Kids Will Love”. “Fabulous,” I sarcastically muttered under my breath.

Somehow, school started. Somehow, my classroom was ready and organized. A fresh start- I like that. Would you believe I am loving the new change? It’s a ton of work, don’t get me wrong. Sometimes I resent it. Sometimes I just want to leave at 3:30, or even 4:00. There are days when I’d love to come home and jog outside or wonder the neighborhood with my four legged friend. But by the time I get home, it’s usually 6:00ish and I’m exhausted. I have dinner to make and a fun boy to talk to and I just want to grab a blanket and nap on the couch. All that aside, I love the older kids. I love that I have the chance to be in their lives for three years. I love that we all work well together. Today, I overheard something that made me smile. Joe Shmoe was talking to his other tough-guy friend:
Joe Shmoe: “This is the best class of the day. It’s so peaceful and calm.”
Other guy: “Yea, man. I like it, too.”
Unsolicited comments like that completely make my day. The two kids probably have no idea I even heard them. Awesome.

And, with that, I’m off to shower and pack a lunch, and if I’m really ambitious, choose an outfit for tomorrow. Thanks for reading. I’ve missed you all.

The Summer Diaries #12- A String Around Your Finger

2011-07-14T22:15:00.006-04:00

"The best and safest thing is to keep a balance in your life, acknowledge the great powers around us and in us. If you can do that, and live that way, you are really a wise man."

~Euripides

Every so often, one finds herself reminded of delicate balance. A balance so extremely fragile, yet unbelievably strong.

Today, I soaked up life.

The Summer Diaries #11- A Wonderful Kind of Busy

2011-07-13T20:22:00.005-04:00

"The universe is transformation; our life is what our thoughts make it."

~Marcus Aurelius

Dinner bakes in the oven, the sun sets behind the church steeple, my wet hair continually falls into my face, and the symphony of evening creatures has gradually become louder and louder. Soon the lightening bugs will glow and a damp mist will cover the lush grass. This is summer. This is sweetness.

Ninja is bowling tonight, so when he arrives home, we'll dine outside, in the dark, with Little Peep at our feet. She'll probably want a morsel or two of our meals, and because she's so gosh-darn adorable, she'll probably luck out.

But, what a day! A good run in the heat of the afternoon, a little shopping adventure that turned up some 50% off sales, some digging in the dirt, a finished knitting project, and a new experiment with popcorn. (I'll fill you in on that later). How will I ever deal with serious structure again? How? Someone, please tell me.

The Summer Diaries #10- Pockets of Sunshine

2011-07-12T22:08:00.003-04:00

"We must not allow the clock and the calendar to blind us to the fact that each moment of life is a miracle and mystery."

~H.G. Wells

The sun came in pockets today, and as clouds blew across that great ball of fire, little moments of pretty dotted the afternoon.

Interestingly, each time the sun landed upon these orange daisies, I found myself getting lost in their perfection...and perhaps my mind drifted to the Fibonacci Sequence...but I'll spare you, lucky reader, of hearing about my nerdish tendencies. wink.

Thank me later. Ha!

And, now, as my dad would say, "It's time for the eye-lid special."

Nighty night.

The Summer Diaries #9- Bye Bye Carbon Footprint, Hello Awesome Find

2011-07-11T14:17:00.006-04:00

"Continue to surprise those who would put you in a neat demographic. Be insistently curious."

~Gordon Gee

One never knows what the day will hold. As Ollie (the new bike) and I set out on our morning errands, we never expected to see a gumball machine wave at us from the shinny window of the antique store.

After doing a double take, almost crashing, and quickly looking around to make sure that no one had spotted us, we continued to frolic about the town, stopping at the bank, post office, health food store, and pharmacy.

"A real, vintage, old-fashioned gumball machine...could it really be?" I continued to wonder.

With all of our errands done, we stopped, Ollie and I, and made that nifty gumball machine ours. It's also worth noting that rather than toss my broken bicycle basket, I fixed it this morning with some strong binder's twine. Yay for making-do and saving myself $20.

The Summer Diaries #8- Sweet, Sweet Sunday

2011-07-10T21:34:00.006-04:00

"A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and gets to bed at night, and in between he does what he wants to do."

~Bob Dylan

Sunshine, breakfast, coffee and conversation on the patio combined to form the most perfect start to a fun Sunday. In fact, it was so fun that we sat there for quite some time, refusing to acknowledge that time was ticking by.

CT enjoyed some quality time with her Papa Bear, and although it looks as through she may attack at any moment, she was finishing up a yawn. It’s a “ruff” life that little one has.

Later on, it was a spur-of-the-moment happy hour with the neighbors, followed by walking to a local restaurant for dinner. Does it really get any better?

The Summer Diaries #7- Stylin'

2011-07-07T16:47:00.003-04:00

"My life is my message."

~Mahatma Gandhi

I surprised myself today by making a pink pompom. If you ask me, it makes the perfect topper for this sweet baby hat. Now, I’m rather afraid. I’m envisioning late nights with large cups of coffee…. making millions of pompoms in gazillions of different colors. This could be the start of something crazy fun.

The Summer Diaries #6- Rise and Shine

2011-07-06T08:39:00.004-04:00

"Gardening is the art that uses flowers and plants as paint, and the soil and sky as canvas."

~Elizabeth Murray

There’s something quite wonderful about topping off my morning with a healthy and homemade breakfast sandwich. I headed off to yoga and pilates at 5:00 AM, came home, brewed some java, snipped some chives from my herb garden, and whipped up the perfect balance of protein and carbs.

The entire house smells like a little home-town café. If only I had some yellow and white gingham curtains and scruffy wooden floors….

The Summer Diaries #5- Creative Play

2011-07-06T08:18:00.004-04:00

"When I can no longer create anything, I’ll be done for."
~Coco Chanel

Time with my yarn remains one of my very favorite things in life. I spent the day outside; knitting a few booties, putting the finishing touches on this wreath, and beginning a baby hat. Oh yes, those creative juices were a flowing.

The Summer Diaries #4- Old Glory

2011-07-04T11:24:00.006-04:00

"Liberty is the right to choose. Freedom is the result of the right choice."
~Unknown

This miniature flag has a rather funny story behind it. One day, you see, it magically appeared outside of our house, placed just so, in the flowerpot. I thought "The Flag Committee" was out and about. Ninja thought the same thing.

As it turns out, there isn't any such organization. The "Flag Committee" emerged as my mama, and of course, Mamoo's lovely spirit.

The Summer Diaries #3- Night and Day

2011-07-04T11:09:00.004-04:00

"Freedom is nothing but the chance to be better."

~Ablert Camus

The previous day culminated with a little fire and the family on the patio. Once everyone left, we talked well into the night, that Chad-o and I.

And, happily, we started the next day with sunshine, blue skies, and a deathly hot run.

Holiday weekends, simply put, emerge as one of life's saving graces.

The Summer Diaries #2- Fireworks Night

2011-07-02T15:53:00.003-04:00

"Everything is created from moment to moment, always new. Like fireworks, this universe is a celebration and you are the spectator contemplating the eternal Fourth of July of your absolute splendor."

~Francis Lucille

The day started perfectly, with breakfast at my favorite little diner. Now, it's fireworks night and time for patriotic garb.

We'll be picnicking with friends while Little Peep hides under the bed. Sadly, tonight is not her favorite.

The Summer Diaries #1- To The House of Books

2011-07-01T17:48:00.007-04:00

"No matter how little money and how few possessions you own, having a dog makes you rich."
~Louis Sabin

Little Peep decided to take me for a walk this morning. Together, we headed to the library—her choice. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

She proudly returned three books, and we headed home…stopping, per her request, every now and then to check out the yard sales.

The Summer Diaries- The Plan

2011-07-01T17:36:00.003-04:00

"It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? For the moment passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone; life itself is gone. That is where the writer scores over his fellows: he catches the changes of his mind on the hop."

~Author Unknown

Allow me to explain this new little plan I have.

As I was walking with CT this morning, I was setting little goals for myself…a bit of this, a bit of that. I’m a goal setter, that’s for sure.

Since I’ve found myself enjoying every morsel of summer vacation, I realized that I want to document it all and capture the joy of each day. The problem—time. Yea, I know. Time constantly causes me problems. Simply put, there’s not enough of it.

But, I decided I could still do it. I’d keep it simple.

So, here’s the plan:

I’ll take at least one photo of something each day.
I’ll limit myself to 50 words of explanation (unless I feel overly moved or blessed with copious amounts of time-ha!).

We’ll see how it goes.

The Summer Diaries- June Edition

2011-07-01T11:47:00.016-04:00

"What is one to say about June, the time of perfect young summer, the fulfillment of the promise of the earlier months, and with as yet no sign to remind one that its fresh young beauty will ever fade.

~Gertrude Jekyll

Charlie T. and I just returned from a nice long walk. She's a trooper, that one. Now, I'm freshly showered, outside with my computer, sitting on the patio under the lovely umbrella. It's Heaven, really.

The perfection of this day is almost wrong-- the sun shinning directly upon the sweet faces of my orange daisies, my hair still wet from my shower, cool and refreshing against my back, a baby blue sky with not even the slightest hint of a cloud. This is just one of those wonderful days. You know them...the kind they write stories about. The books where the characters live these quaint lives, in charming towns, on beautiful tree-lined streets.

I've had a difficult time finding the time to write lately. Life's been busy and full and great.

Making time to perch and write about my days has been at the top of my list, but somewhere along the way it gets shuffled to the side as I take another bike ride or as Hubbo and I sit outside for hours and chat after dinner. And, at some point, I have to sleep. So, after those jam packed days of greatness, I slink off for my shower and snooze on the couch with CT, while Ninja reads his stocks and studies investment stuff and reads sports news. Then, he wakes me, and off we go-- to dreamland-- where the next morning the cycle repeats.

Looking back over the month of June, it's amazing to think of all that has filled those little squares on my calendar. From a beach vacation to random adventures, it's been eventful. I finished two more grad classes, wrote one too many research papers, studied A LOT, and, above all, learned that I am capable of more than I think. Those grad classes pushed me. They pushed me because they made me prioritize my life, and to be honest, I didn't appreciate that. In fact, I resented it-- like really resented it. I found myself mad that the things in life that brought me the most happiness were often being pushed to the bottom of my list. And, to be honest, that really made me mad. But, a few weeks ago, I got it, and I was able to see the lesson that had been hiding away, waiting for the time when I was perfectly ready to understand. How grateful I am now.

One early, beautiful morning, I decided to ride my bike up town to run some errands. I loaded my basket with my essentials-- the mail that needed stamps, my list for the fruit market, a few dollars, my house keys-- and off I went. What fun! My last stop was the fruit market, where I loaded up on veggies and fruits and the necessary ingredients I needed to make a new and improved version of pasta salad.

However, the best part of that day remains so vivid in my mind. As I was attempting to stuff all of my purchases into my bike basket, the nicest gentleman came up to me. He was so sincere and genuine as he packed my basket. He carefully ensured that the weight was evenly dispersed, taking his time and adjusting just so. He balanced my bike while I got on, and told me to be careful going home. It made my day. He didn't have to do that. Most people wouldn't have taken the time. I felt "taken care of," and it was really quite nice.

A few months ago, Chad-o told me he was taking me on a surprise vacation. I knew when we were going, but I had no idea where were were venturing to. Eventually, he slipped and I pretty much figured it out, but, either way, I was excited to get back to my favorite vacation spot in the entire world-- Stone Harbor, NJ.

My family has gone to that beach every year since long before I was born, and because of that, it holds such a special place in my heart. It's a neat place; calm, and quiet, and full of families. There's no boardwalk or chain restaurants. Rather, kites dot the beaches, the tune of an ice-cream truck jingles in the distance, and beach cruisers take the place of automobiles. It's almost iconic and I simply love it.

However, due to the fact that I've done a lot of growing up in the past decade, and graduated college, and married, and started working, I had not been to my Stone Harbor in 11 years. Truthfully, I didn't really think I wanted to go back. It was a place reserved for my family of four. A place where I spent my summers building drizzle castles in the sand, eating fudge, and playing hard-core mini-golf at the Buccaneer. As much as I loved the place, part of me wanted to leave it at that. So, to be completely honest, I was a little "apprehensive" about going.

Imagine Chad-o's shock when we started unpacking and I burst into tears and cried for a solid hour. I felt badly, but the tears just kept on rolling, and those memories of my childhood grew stronger and stronger and kept coming to me in crashing waves. As I looked out onto the street that remained exactly the same, I swore I could see 20 years into the past.... There we were, waiting to cross the street, me in my purple and white bathing suit, my mom carrying that white plastic basket of sand toys, my dad juggling red,white, and blue beach chairs, a small cooler and his radio, my little brother in his water socks with a plastic dump truck.....it was just too much. That was a place of a different time. A time when my whole life was ahead of me. A time when I dreamed of my future and who I would marry and how my life would end up.

It all worked out. I had my moment and my cry and my feelings of nostalgia and we ended up having the most wonderful vacation. Sharing my special place with Chad-o turned out to be even more special than I thought. But, it's hard for me to recognize that life's moving on. I probably sound silly, because obviously I caught onto that fact before going on vacation, but perhaps it was the idea that nothing at Stone Harbor had changed-- everything was the same. The shops were all there, the same restaurants continued to make dinners each night, and the sunscreen at Hoy's literally sat on the same shelf. Nothing had changed. Nothing. Yet, while nothing at Stone Harbor had changed, my entire life managed to unfold. Crazy.

We've biked and biked and biked. The trails around these parts have certainly seen their fair share of our faces. It's been beyond fun and those miles we've put on will forever hold a special place in my heart. On one particular trail, there exists an old stone wall, that probably stretches for a hundred yards or so. It was built by early immigrants to the area and I often get lost in thought thinking about how different their lives were from ours.

In their wildest dreams, they probably never imagined a leisurely bike trail passing their property. Funny how life works.

I've honestly inherited my mama's love of flowers. For some reason, this year I have enjoyed digging in the dirt and caring for my flowers more than ever. I've filled pots and containers and planted peony bulbs and organic herbs. Speaking of my mama, Jossie and I have had quite a few shopping and crafting adventures. We both agree that we need more hours in a day.

I managed to sneak in a visit with my dear friend, Greta Leigh. Spending time with her always inspires me to be a better person and makes me look at things with a new set of eyes. Having Greta is so good for me and I'm beyond blessed for the perspective she brings to my life. Watching her with her two little children made me so happy. She's such a fabulous mother. Her children are respectful and thankful and kind and loving-- not something I see enough of these days.

It's also important to note that I hosted my first ever picnic. Chad-o and I made all kinds of yummy foods and invited my dad and family over for Father's Day. All of the foods- shrimp cocktail included- turned out well, and everyone had a nice time catching up, chatting, and munching away.

And, for better or worse, my alarm clock has been going off at 5:00 am. I'm the one who sets it, so I truly have no one to blame but myself. But you see, if I don't get to the gym in the morning, I simply can't find the time to squeeze my workout in. It's good, though... I honestly love it. Being up so early makes me feel accomplished and kicks my day into gear.

Well, by now my hair has has pretty much dried. The curls and waves are rather out of control, and it's probably rather scary. But I'm OK with it. June, you see, has been a month of pony-tails, and flippies, and pink toes. It's been 5:00 am wake-ups for the gym. It's been laughs and a few tears and nurturing and love. It's been days filled with reminders of the blessings in my life.

The flowers might need a little drink, and I feel like a small snack might be calling my name.

Lately, I can't shake this feeling of being blessed. This is the good life.

Please, Oh Please...

2011-06-07T13:10:00.004-04:00

"Don't ask what the world needs. Rather ask: What makes you come alive?

Then go and do it

Because what the world needs is people who have come alive."

~Howard Thurman

I'm struggling here. Today's my first official day of summer vacation.

But sadly, I'm not busy vacationing. Oh no...unfortunately not. I've been up studying since 7:00.

Don't get me wrong, I love, love, love to learn. But, I'm not really learning anything. I'm going through the motions- memorizing terms, creating neunomic devices, cramming to forget. I truly believe I'd be learning more by sitting down with my books or teaching myself a new stitch or even writing in my journal. I'm really conflicted- like in a serious way. We won't even talk about the thousands of dollars I'm paying to be so miserable.

As I sit at my desk and force myself to "learn" this ridiculous "stuff," my eyes constantly fall upon all the inspirational, creative outlets surrounding me. I have so much to blog about and tons of things I want to make and hundreds of projects I'm ready to embark on.

I'm trying to be positive~ honestly. I really try to find the silver lining in this rotten situation. But, I'll admit, It's a dozy. I'm not too happy, and that, in itself, just makes me sad. I mean, I'm all for sacrifice, but I'm just not seeing it today.

I keep trying to remind myself of how lucky I am to be an educated woman.

And with that final though, I'll be more grateful. I'll try a bit harder. I'll be a tad more optimistic.

Sometimes the Paintbrush Chooses the Colors

2011-05-16T17:41:00.012-04:00

"You cannot teach a man anything; you can only help him find it within himself."

~Galileo

Can I just say that I'm exhausted? Cause I am. Wow.

Those kids drained me today. I taught them about prepositions and introduced them to prepositional phrases. Try explaining prepositions to a captive audience of 12 year olds. Yea-- not happening. They're not too interested. Can you blame them?

It might have required me to dance, act, and sing. I'd die if anyone from my real life would have spied the insanity.

One kid actually said, "I like this preposition stuff. It's fun."

"Well, hallelujah," I secretly sighed.

But, regardless, we learned together. We're ready for day two of prepositions. Good stuff, I tell you.

It looks like next year is going to be bringing some big changes my way. I'm excited. Very, very excited. Who would have ever thought I originally wanted to be a kindergarten teacher? It's funny/interesting/strange/ironic (you choose the word, ok?) how life plays out. I never really saw myself working with older kids. But dare I say that I really like them? They're hysterical and sensitive and they kind of get it.

If nothing else, I am reminded of how very real life is. I'm continually understanding that the picture is big and that sometimes the paintbrush chooses the best, most fitting colors.

I suppose we are all works in progress. I enjoy the adventure and find crazy joy in the mystery surrounding each new day. I mean, if all the gumballs were pink, life would be pretty boring.

I'm off to begin a new chapter, saddle up to a daunting challenge, embrace a crazy big responsibility.... Sometimes, ya just have to jump-- feet first.

....Geronimo!

Plan on Delicious

2011-05-15T22:25:00.007-04:00

"The greatest delight the fields and woods minister is the suggestion of an occult relation between man and the vegetable. I am not alone and unacknowledged. They nod to me and I to them."

-Ralph Waldo Emerson

My mind is working over-time these days, planning my herb and vegetable garden. I won't lie- I have some long lists and rather brilliant ideas. But, as space continues to present an issue I'm forced to get creative with my planting.

Although I dream of a huge garden, with tilled earth and composted soil, I'll continue to find joy in watching onions emerge from flowerpots. Gotta make due, right?

So, although this will be my third year of herb gardening, I'm planning on taking it to a new level. I've got myself a folder of recipes, ideas, and crafts (yes- crafts!) that I plan on using my herbs and veggies for.

Today I experimented with this heavenly recipe. I'll be planting extra parsley this summer, because I can see myself whipping this up on a weekly basis. Try it. You'll be in love, too.

Tabouleh (or Tabouli)

1 cup bulgar wheat

a ton of chopped flat leaf parsley

2 tomatoes- chopped finely

a ton of scallions

1/2 cup extra-virgin olive oil

1/2 cup fresh lemon juice

a dash of cayenne pepper (optional)

1/2 teaspoon salt

Bring 2 cups of water to a boil and then add bulgar wheat. Remove from heat and cover. Allow to sit for 30 minutes, or until water is absorbed.

Then, make dressing. Pour dressing over bulgar wheat and allow to sit. This will let the dressing absorb.

Finally, mix in the veggies. Chill, then serve.

For The Birds, With Love

2011-05-15T21:06:00.014-04:00

"The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply that they have perfect faith, for faith is necessary to have wings."
- James M. Barrie

For months now, I've been collecting my yarn scraps. It amazes me how at much mass these tiny pieces, little remnants of this and that, add up to.

I'd knit and purl and snip. I'd bind-off and finish a project and snip. I'd sew on buttons and snip. Each snip of my childhood Fiskars scissors yielded another morsel of soft nesting goodness.

I don't remember where I saw this idea, but I certainly won't claim it as my own. It might have been in a Birds and Blooms magazine, but I can't say for sure. Either way, right then and there, I decided to start saving my yarnish and stringish scraps.

And save them I did.

A very special jar served as a home to many colorful artifacts of projects gone-bye. One day, when the yarn could no longer be squished or squashed, I decided to begin making my "Nest Helpers".

All this required was a ton of yarn scraps and a few suet holders. My kind of project, wouldn't you agree?

So, the way this works is simple. All you do is save yarn scraps (or other things like twine, ribbon, string) and then stuff the scraps into a suet holder. Easy.

Then, hang the Nest Helper outside and watch as your little feathered friends enjoy choosing their favorite colors and textures to make the perfect, soft, and colorful home.

Pride and Relief

2011-04-23T11:53:00.006-04:00

"Success is getting what you want; happiness is wanting what you get."

~Dale Carnegie

I've learned that planting bulbs requires extreme patience. Last year, as I planted each tiny bulb with the utmost of care, it hit me that I'd have to wait until Spring to see if I actually completed the task correctly. I'm not always the best with the whole delayed gratification thing, but on this, I had no choice.

I was sure that I had sprinkled just the right amount of bone meal and that I had positioned all the bulbs in the proper way, fat end up.

But, as spring tip-toed into my neighborhood and the days got a bit longer, I noticed that other lawns were dotted with yellow daffodils and that tiny green sprouts were emerging from my neighbors' flowerbeds.

But as much as I scoured the spots of the plantings, my investigations yielded nothing. Zero. Not even one tiny sprout.

Grr. I tossed around feelings of disappointment and failure, wondering how in the world I possibly managed to mess up planting dozens of bulbs. I figured that even if I somehow planted them incorrectly, wrong side up, that somewhere along the line I would have messed-up my messing-up and ended up with a winner.

Then, one day~one happy, happy, day~my eyes landed on a speck of green poking through the ground. Hallelujah!

But, weeks later, although a bit taller, that little green speck was still the only one.

Really? Seriously? For real? I thought. And as quick as they came, those feelings of success were replaced by my feeling as if I need some type of gardening counseling or tutoring.

Shame, oh the shame.

Apparently, good things take time. One morning, as I looked out the window, my eyes were treated to dozens of little shoots, poking through the crunchy dirt. Within days, they were reaching to the sun. And a few days after that, little buds were trying to push open and sing towards Mr. Golden.

Pride and relief washed over me. Whew. That was a close one. I'm happy to report that the lawn looks lovely with its newest additions, and I'm thrilled that I didn't bomb my first try at bulb planting.

Earth Day

2011-04-22T18:11:00.004-04:00

"Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect."

~Chief Seattle, 1855

A few days ago, while I was doing 10,000 things at once, I listened to a television program on MSNBC on the topic of Earth Day and "going green." While I won't go into details of all that I learned, I specifically remember one person saying: "The Earth isn't a thing. Earth is a living being."

For some reason, that notion really struck me. It made me want to be even more kind and gentle to this delicate land I am lucky enough to use and play on.

Therefore, in honor of Earth Day, I began germinating an avocado seed. Why not help oxygenate the air, right? I know. Genius idea! grin

If all goes well, in a few days this seed will crack open and a root will begin to emerge. Hopefully, in due time, I'll be able to move it, along with a few other avocado friends to an outdoor location on my patio. I need to create a few of these little plants in order to produce any of the fruits~ good ol' pollination and such.

So stay tuned to track the progress of my new avocado family. And, don't forget to do your part, too. Take some time to do something nice for this amazing planet!

Seconds, Please.

2011-04-21T21:53:00.005-04:00

"We don't need a melting pot in this country, folks. We need a salad bowl. In a salad bowl, you put in the different things. You want the vegetables - the lettuce, the cucumbers, the onions, the green peppers - to maintain their identity. You appreciate differences."
~Jane Elliot Reed

I'm in love with this salad. Me and 'Cucumber-Tomato-Avocado Salad' are True Love Forever. Like, for real.

The avocado and feta definitely upped the ante. I could hardly wait to eat lunch today.

Don't you love days like that, or am I the only one?

Having that yummy lunch to look forward to...well, it totally changes everything.

Signs

2011-04-21T19:13:00.005-04:00

"Don't wish it were easier. Wish you were better."

~ Unknown

For about a week I pondered a major decision; a decision I didn't want to make. It was one of those times when I wished someone else would have made it for me, taken the pressure off, and been left holding the bag of blame when things went wrong.

But alas, those tough decisions, those ones that pull at the heart and mind and soul, are usually shouldered by the individual. They're the ones that stimulate personal growth and test character.

Sometimes though, I'm not much in the mood for a character test. Or a lesson in strength. I'd rather grow my herbs or knit a coffee sweater or read a book. Plus, I'm kinda getting into something new, too. And, I'd really like some time to dabble in that as well, ya know?

So, I've been conflicted. It's nothing major, in the scheme of things. It's probably nothing at all to most people- complete pettiness, really. But I really want to get Life right. I don't want those silly regrets or those 'what ifs' hanging around.

As a way of helping me figure things out, I rely on signs. Silly, I know, but that's what I do. I look for them and they guide me, most often-times, in the right direction. But this "sign-finding"-- it takes patience and time. Just last week, however, I saw my sign. I received my answer. And although it wasn't the answer I really wanted, it's the right answer. The correct one. The harder of my two options.

I'm rather baffled at how the "wrong" answer is actually the "right" one. But, it is. I feel very confident and at peace about it. I am content once again.

And the Wheels, They are a Turnin'

2011-04-11T21:14:00.008-04:00

"The mountains that make up the Laurel Highlands are home to some of the most pristine hiking and biking trails in all of Pennsylvania."

Yesterday marked the first of many bike rides. It was practically a kick-off to summer.

Grin. Double Grin.

Being on the trail, with my favorite people, on our nifty two-wheeled crafts was simply wonderful. I can't wait for school to let out and to spend my every day on that old railroad path.

It's my new hangout.

Plus, it's quite possible that our little group located the best hummus and sweet potater fries on God's Green Earth.

Nature. Flowers. Wild Chives. Bikes. Breezes.

Conversation. Laughs. Memories

Potted Plants. Puppy Shakers. Delish Food.

Oh those wheels, they are a turnin'.

Looking Up

2011-04-11T20:20:00.006-04:00

"God loved the birds and invented trees. Man loved the birds and invented cages."

~Jacques Deval

I've returned from a lengthy run where I enjoyed listening to the pounding of my feet and the swooshing of my pony-tail. I turned off the tunes and lost myself in the steady mantra of breathing.

The rain gently danced on my cheeks, providing the cooling solace my body needed to push on. The entire experience proved overly cathartic, giving me time to think and try out new ideas.

My muscles burn. I probably ran up one too many hills. My feet are a bit sore. It's good though-- I'll rest well. Between the tired muscles and the cool, damp breeze blowing through the house, it's a recipe for good, good sleeping.

Crickets sing outside and their songs carry through, serenading me as I type while a tiny fur person dozes on my feet. It's Heaven, really. I love nights like this.

Great news came today. So happy and blessed.

A Letter to Myself

2011-04-10T19:58:00.004-04:00

Dear Me,

Forever, you've spoken of balance and doing that which you truly enjoy. What happened to that? Why did you let it go? Why did you replace your perfectly wonderful life with things that hold no true value? You know better. Is it that urge to accomplish? Perhaps it's those insanely high personal standards? Pish-Posh. Time to reclaim control. It's time to kick the rest to the curb.

You're holding back, though. You have this urge to not quit. You feel like to give in will be to let Life win. And, remember how hard you fought for that? Remember when you just wanted another chance? Yea. You do.

But then you contemplate 'winning' and you question your definition. Perhaps the meaning changes? Maybe winning isn't the same now as when you were 20? You understand that life is short and valuable and that each day counts. You weigh every option and probably think about it too deeply. But you care. You really do. You want to be personally fulfilled, free of regrets.

And then you realize you were a better person, a person with more time for others; a girl who had the time to dream and create and get lost in the stars. And you wonder if that is what 'winning' actually is.

You've had these feelings before. Remember when you drove 6 hours to a job interview, called and canceled, turned around and drove home. You knew. You just knew.

You followed your heart. You've made big decisions before. Life changing ones. And they were not easy.

But you did it. You did the hard stuff. You made some tough calls.

And you were better for it.

Much, much better.

Follow your heart.

Little Hints

2011-03-12T18:02:00.009-05:00

"Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished."

~Lao Tzu

I sit, cuddled with my puppy and a mug of hot tea, listening to the gentle songs and chirps of my little feathered friends. For the past couple of days they've been gathering- sitting on bare tree branches, pecking soggy ground, running under shrubs and searching for nesting materials.

How do they know? I wonder. What does a heartsong sound like?

Just the other day I counted 54 robins in the backyard. That's right. 54. I tried my best to be precise, but they scurried and danced and skipped all over the place, making my eyes strain and probably resulting in an errant conclusion. But, none-the-less, they were everywhere, practically taking over the lawns and landscapes of the neighborhood.

And then the snow fell. And some icy rain. And some pretty harsh winds screeched through the air.

I always find myself in a state of disbelief over the change from winter to spring. To me, it always appears so severe. The other seasons tend to blend into one another, offering plenty of time for nature's creatures to adjust and prepare. But spring- humm... spring is like running into your ex when you look like hell, and then assuming that it couldn't ever happen again, only to have it happen over and over.

Perhaps it's my sensitive heart, but I always worry about the animals and budding plants during this unkind transition. How anything can survive the multiple personalities of Spring continually amazes me. But, perhaps even more amazing, is the notion that not only do things survive, they flourish-- emerging into bright green leaves, lush ground coverings, plump birds and vibrant blossoms.

I almost see a theme, a moral, or a hidden lesson...Do you notice it, too?

Maybe we can all learn something from Spring. Maybe we can conclude that after harsh trials and difficult tests and uncomfortable situations come times of beauty and warmth and growth.

Maybe Summer is a time of reward for the struggles and inconsistencies of Spring.

Here's to new beginnings and beautiful change.

Life Poetry

2011-03-07T21:30:00.003-05:00

My Life Poem

I am from skeins of yarn mixed with magical books.
From clicking needles and tangled string,
From vanilla candles, scenting the warm comforting air,
And a tiny fur-friend whimpering and snoring in delightful sleep,
I am from home- calm and peaceful, filled with creativity and love.

I am from church bells ringing to signal the day’s end.
From manicured green lawns and perfectly potted plants,
From freshly brewed java dancing through the air and the sharing of hugs and hellos,
From chirping birds and welcoming touches,
The understanding and acceptance make me feel whole.

I am from rolling hills of farmland and lots of maple trees.
From snowy ski resorts and miles of peaceful bike trails,
From the Kooser State Park swimming hole and Laurel Highlands hiking paths,
From the home of Steelers football and the Flight 93 memorial,
The changing seasons and close-knit relationships are part of who I am.

I am from purple mountains and spacious skies,
From the wondrous Grand Canyon and twinkling sparklers on the 4th of July,
From ordinary people who rise above the occasion and courageous soldiers who diligently fight for freedom,
From a united nation that looks past differences and a land of opportunity,
The freedoms and acceptance allow me to live without fear.

I am from persistence and hard work; my exterior is tough.
From driven German merchants and polite Englishmen,
From perfectionist carpenters and detail oriented cemetery caretakers,
From resourceful women who created loving homes and farmers who were one with the land.
A pure waterfall is what I am.

I am from a vision of internal peace and personal contentment.
From healthy ways of living and taking personal responsibility,
From calm demeanors and understanding personalities,
From education emerging as a priority and a renewed work ethic,
I envision a world where all people strive for success.

** ** ** **

I recently wrote these poems with my 6th grade English classes. I'm pleased to report that the students worked very hard and published some amazing poems. I'm so proud of them. It was beyond rewarding to see them so engaged. Yay, lovelies!

I wonder...

2011-03-06T15:33:00.009-05:00

"Where ever you are, be there totally."

~Eckhart Tolle

Today, here at 403, is a most quiet day. We're all snug and taking some time to soak up the last hours of weekend. With the chores of out the way it's been an easy day- lots of reading and little odds and ends, such as cleaning make-up brushes.

Outside, snow flutters to the ground with a most gentle touch. It's so light and fluffy that one can almost hear the "whisp" of white landing on the daffodil bulbs pushing through a crunchy layer of dirt. Although it may be hard to believe, it is most definitely snowing-- and it's most definitely March 6th.

My life, as of late, has taken on a new feel. I can't quite put my finger on it, but I can tell you this-- things are different. I'm prepared and ready for a big change that's about to occur, and while I can't for sure say what that change is going to be, I can tell you that it's going to happen. How's that for being vague? ha.

I'm rather disappointed in myself. I've been taking graduate classes and working towards my Master's degree. However, I despise it. I've never felt so sure that I was wasting my time and/or watching hours of my life go down the tubes. I understand the whole idea of "continued education", but I have yet to feel, after numerous tries, that it's really worth it. I like what I do. No. Actually, I love what I do. Maybe I'm overly negative today, who knows. But I can tell you this. I love being a teacher. I love working with children. I love learning and gaining knowledge about new ideas. I despise grad school.

Recently, I've been spending hours reading. I'm engrossed in a few different books and all I really want to do, as of late, is make coffee and read. I've found myself interested in works by the Dali Lama and stories about people with Autism and Asperger's. I've traveled to Europe and been to the circus and taken a convertible road-trip to Florida. To say the least, my little adventures have been overly entertaining. No wonder I have such an affinity for literature.

I've also been knitting away-- making little booties for some of the sweetest mamas-to-be. Last week I had the awesome privilege of teaching the most darling lady to knit. After one lesson, she proved herself to have highly advanced skills. Lucky me, she brought along Starbucks. I can hardly wait for our next lesson together this Wednesday. I simply love passing along such a wonderful form of creativity and art.

And, I'd be amiss to finish this post without mentioning the fact that somewhere along the line I blinked and woke up to March. Really? Impossible.

Here's to ignoring the pointless work I should be doing and grabbing my newest book.

sinister grin.

A Quiet Sunday Morning

2011-02-13T21:05:00.010-05:00

"Being in the moment involves giving maximum appreciation and love to your present experience."
~Sara Paddison

I'm not one to complain about winter. In fact, after my beloved autumn, it's my second favorite. But intertwined with the cool temperatures and cozy feelings, I do get the occasional hankering for sunshine and warmth and green foliage. Today emerged as one of those "hurry up spring" kind of days. I'm so lucky to live in a beautiful place that experiences each season. I really do get to have the best of all worlds.

This morning the sun cast a gentle glow on my pillow, forcing its way past the tightly closed blinds. I knew, just knew, that the day was going to be full of pretty and sunshine.

I grabbed Little One and headed to the kitchen to make some morning java.

Seeing the blue skies and puffy white clouds and listening to the drip, drip, drip of heavy icicles saying good-bye to their winter home, had me reaching for my summertime breakfast of toast and citrus. I don't really eat breakfast during the school year because, quite frankly, I sleep too late and toss my closet each morning. It's quite the scene.

But on this most beautiful Sunday morning, I took the time to make myself a delicious and wholesome breakfast. And then I stood at the counter and gazed at the sky. I observed three squirrels who appeared highly engaged in a game of freeze tag. I saw blades of grass poking through a thinning white blanket. I watched tree branches bend and sway as the wind performed a series of pirouettes. It was simple beauty at its best.

I never turned on the television. Geez- I didn't even reach for the newspaper. I did some thinking. I did some thanking. I even did some wishing.

And, Little One never left my side. Like mother, like dogger.

Sweetness

2011-02-03T21:40:00.008-05:00

"Anyone can be passionate, but it takes real lovers to be silly."

~Rose Franken

I had about 150 things, all of which were important, that I could have busied myself with tonight. But, do you think I did a one of them?

Nope. No. Not a chance.

What I did do included working out at the gym and making these delicious lollipops.

I'm trying to start some of my own traditions, and these Valentine's Day lollies have officially been added to the list.

Cinnamon and tutti frutti emerged as the flavors of the night.

I'm pretty much loving these lollies. They taste heavenly!

A Total Nerd

2011-02-02T15:04:00.006-05:00

"You can get all A's and still flunk life."

~Walker Percy

I've spent the entire day studying for my mid-term exam. As my reward, I'm about to take a small break to run a few errands and grab a coffee. I'm trying to reenact the old college days, which happened to be way more fun than the current grad school scene. Except rather than running errands, I would have treated myself to a shopping field-trip and dinner date with my roommate. Those were the days.

Today I wrote about 12 pages worth of abstracts and theories and philosophies. Now, I simply have to dedicate a few hours to really internalizing it all. Delightful.

I'm trying to keep my spirits and interest level up by using audaciously colored notebook paper and fancy pens. It's kinda working. If nothing else, at least my binder and notes look spiffy. wink.

Be Cool, Stay Healthy...With an Apple Cozy

2011-01-30T20:51:00.005-05:00

"An apple a day keeps the doctor away."

~Latin Proverb

Ever since I taught myself how to knit using four double pointed needles, I've had a blast trying new patterns and challenging my knitting skills. It's been daunting, yet fun, and I won't even begin to tell you how many times I started, ripped out, and began again.

But there's something extremely gratifying about accomplishing a task that once seemed impossible. The euphoria is amazing-- even if it's only over knitting a little apple cozy.

So, in honor of February and Healthy Heart month, I present apple cozies. Who says being healthy has to be boring?

Lately...

2011-01-30T15:57:00.007-05:00

"Let the refining and improving of your own life keep you so busy that you have little time to criticize others.”

~H. Jackson Brown Jr.

No matter now busy I get, I still love my knitting the most. There's always time for for my yarn.

These are just a few of my favorite booties that I've created in the past week or two.

I've Always Been a Snacker

2011-01-30T14:43:00.008-05:00

"Pretzels had their beginning around 610 A.D. somewhere in Southern France or Northern Italy. A young monk was preparing unleavened bread for Lent, the Christian period of fasting and penitence before Easter. Christians of the day prayed with their arms folded across their chests, each hand on the opposite shoulder."

~The History of Pretzels

I've always preferred snacks to meals. I'd rather eat snacky foods all the live long day and skip the big three. It's simply more satisfying, I suppose. Not to mention that it leaves me feeling less sluggish and tired.

Growing up I can recall two specific foods that my parents always had stashed away for times of crisis-- Cheerios and pretzels. And, while I love me some Cheerios-- any variety will suffice-- I tend to stuff baggies of pretzels in my purse, desk drawer, even the console of my car. You just never know when a hunger attack will ensue.

What's the saying? ...An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure?

So, the other day, I had an idea. You see, it's been rather cold and snowy and I just needed a reasonable excuse to turn on the oven and generate some extra heat in Chad-o's chilly abode.

I found a rather simple homemade soft pretzel recipe and got to work.

This particular recipe was my first experience baking with yeast. Thankfully, all went well. People really make it out to be way more difficult than it actually is.

As I was rolling my pretzels out, my mind flashed to the workers at Auntie Ann's, a soft pretzel shop that makes the most amazing carbohydrate treats. I tried to envision how they create the perfectly shaped pretzels- not too chubby, not too skinny. All I needed was a little white hat and embroidered apron and I would have been the perfect pretzel artist.

As I was rolling and baking away, I began to think of how pretzels may very well be the most perfect treat. It's possible that the old fashioned, salted variety emerge as my number one, but I do have a special place in my heart for a chocolate covered pretzel. Sweet and salty...mmm

Or, dip in cheese, sprinkle with cinnamon and sugar, add jalapenos or raisins. I love working with a medium that has endless possibilities.

I'm just getting started with this new pretzel making craze. Perhaps next week I'll do some experimenting and maybe you can come over to taste test.

These critters turned out to be a tad on the tiny side, but still packed a tasty punch. Rest assured, this is not the last of my pretzel adventure.

Stopping by the woods...

2011-01-13T20:57:00.015-05:00

"Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village, though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow."

~ Robert Frost

As I stifled a yawn, pulled my robe closer, and reached for my favorite extra-large coffee mug, I peered through the kitchen window only to have my eyes fall upon this delightful sight. I simply love when the snow piles high outside the window ledge. It reaffirms my hunch about waking early.

Something about a fluffy, white snowfall calms me. Combine the calmness with a slight case of cabin fever and I had the perfect recipe for a peaceful little outing. I put on some extra warm clothes, filled my thermos with steaming hot coffee, grabbed my camera, and set off on a scenic winter field-trip.

I thoroughly enjoyed the silence. Other than the swooping of snowflakes and gusts of wind, I proved the only interruption to nature's quiet party.

I gazed around, taking in the wonder and letting my imagination and thoughts perform a recital through my overactive mind. How is it possible that these brittle twigs and pods continue to stand steadfast against blustery winds, harsh cold, and feet of snow and ice?

Mother Nature, obviously. She's one amazing woman.

Looking around and watching for tiny details caused me to question the 'white-ness' of snow. In some areas it gleamed a bright white, almost glowing with glitter and shine. In other places, it appeared heather-gray, the color of a old, worn, thread-bare sweatshirt. Yet, other views showcased a spectacular, cold sapphire cast.

I've taken this same trip before. Actually, I take it quite often. I go here to think, to be quiet, to let my mind wonder. But no matter how often I visit, I'm overcome with amazement. This very same place totally transforms in accordance with the requests of Mother Nature.

Stunning. Magnificent.

Snow Puppy, Reporting for Duty

2011-01-12T18:51:00.004-05:00

Ruff Ruff, Friends,

Today Mama had the day off. Well, not really, but her phone rang this morning-- twice...awakening me from my sweet slumber. And, judging from her yippie skippie response to the phone messages and the way she pulled the blankets closer, rolled over, and drifted off to snooze-land, I can only imagine that it was a surprise cancellation of that work thing she does everyday. Poor woman.

Thankfully, we cuddled and snuggled and dozed and watched television together for an hour or so. Having Mama to myself in the morning is...is....is, well....just doggone wonderful. A treat! A little slice of puppy heaven! She made java and allowed me some of her delicious granola for breakfast. Lucky me. (tail wag)

Then, I heard her on the phone talking to Grammie. I was pretty sure they were planning something, but I hated to get all excited for nothing. The next thing I knew Mama was throwing a bunch of yarn into a bag, smashing her feet into boots, and putting my little coat on me. "Grammie's house?" I secretly hoped. "

Well, that snow is no joke for a petite little canine such as myself. I mean, it's one thing to scoot outside and potty, but it's another to tackle an unshoveled driveway and a poorly plowed street. But, like Mama, I enjoy a challenge. So off we went-- me carving my own perfect path-- and Mama following my trusty lead.

We made it, though, don't you worry. I kindly led the way, carving Mama her own little trail, just the right size for her feet. She appreciated it. That, I know, for sure.

I love lending a paw-- well make that four paws. Mama is such a rockstar that it makes me ruffy happy when I can help her out.

So, dear friends, finally, after much trudging and trail-blazing and snow eating, I spotted Grammie's house! I really love going there, even though I have to share the spotlight with that Millie dog.

I'm really hoping that the phone rings early tomorrow morning, too. My day with Mama was tops!

Something Old, Something New

2011-01-09T20:30:00.003-05:00

"Put your heart, mind, intellect and soul even to your smallest acts. This is the secret of success."

~Swami Sivanda

My grandmother and mama are master crocheters. I'm a knitter. Typical. I've always taken the path of most resistance.

But, recently I decided that I wanted to learn how to wield a crochet hook.

We'll put it this way-- I'm slowly learning.

Evolve

2011-01-06T20:04:00.011-05:00

"Invest in yourself. You are worth it."

~Samantha Bradley

As the last of my pine scented candle burns, I'm left with the lingering feeling of Christmas- a feeling I'm not quite ready to let go of. But as a new day dawns, the new year is upon me and I find myself full of optimism and ready to tackle the challenges and adventures of a fresh set of 365 more days.

Isn't it odd, almost selfish and perhaps a tad presumptuous, to think that most of us never even question the fact that we might not really have 365 days? I mean, not to sound depressing, but I bet that many people make their New Year's resolutions and never even consider the notion of only having 165 days, or 326 days, or maybe just a mere 10 days.

Most people slug a few glasses of champagne, don party hats, set goals, join the gym, and then....zoommmm....they're off, thinking of routines and to-do lists and the next item of pressing business. It's life. It's human. And, it's totally normal.

But, what if? What if you had the amazing opportunity to create the life and person that you-- just you-- wanted for yourself? Set aside the lofty ambitions of your parents. Forget the wishes of your spouse. Toss aside the "keep up with the Joneses approach". Would you create the person you are today? Would you want to be the person you've grown up to be?

As I approach a new year and another decade of life, I find that I've become a bit too reflective, a tad over-the-top in my thinking. I see things happening and I hear specific discussions and I get nervous. I don't particularly care for the passing of time and I'd much prefer that it slow down a bit. My friends are parents to toddlers, I'm the power of attorney for my parents, I actually contemplate things like retirement plans, and I have a will. Truthfully, it makes me nauseous. It makes feel like painting my nails with purple glitter polish, pulling on my cupcake hat, and running outside to make a snow angel. Sometimes, I want to start over again. I want the world at my fingertips and the people I loved and cared about and totally took for granted all around me.

For me, I think it's crazy that I live so much in the past. I spend so much time there-- the past, that is. It's safe and warm and mostly pleasant.

I'm not big on New Year's resolutions-- I've told you that before. But what I am big on is growing- in whatever way (other than added pounds- ha!)- academically, artistically, emotionally, psychologically--whatever. Growing is good.

So, I vow to spend this year evolving, taking the things I currently do and approaching them with new vigor and zest. I hope let my love of living in the past continue to mesmerize and inspire me, but at the same time, I need to wrap it tightly in a snug, little quilt and allow it to slip into a peaceful slumber.

It's time for me to create my own story.

Not Yet

2011-01-01T10:17:00.004-05:00

"Yesterday has gone. Tomorrow has not yet come. We have only today. Let us begin."

~Mother Theresa

I'm currently considering taking down the tree. But something keeps pulling at me, telling me not to do it quite yet.

I want to listen. I want to follow my heart and do exactly what it's quietly whispering, yet I fight the urge to listen to logic and to check "put Christmas decorations away" off of my long list.

Those little decorations, the tiny ornaments and twinkle lights, the giddy elves and the glittery cupcakes-- they make me feel cozy and magical and content. And, you see, when they are gone, so is the charm and slight quirkiness of it all, and back are the plain, boring walls, sterile table tops, and perfect dullness.

Perhaps those are the very reasons I decorated so early this year. Maybe I wanted to enjoy the eclectic wonder a bit longer than usual?

Please, Christmas and holiday season, don't go away quite yet. I'll miss you too much.