and all you see

The sunrise was beautiful today.
I desperately wanted to crawl back into bed after my shower. Anything before 7 AM can be tough, ya know? I quietly get ready for the day while Curtis snores and the cats stretch their legs and yawn. It's inviting. It's tempting. But I've got places to go, quizzes to take, work to do.

I'll sleep when I'm dead.

I gently kiss a snoring manfriend on his cheek and sneak out the back door as quietly as I can. 


I had forgotten about the previous evenings snowfall and hadn't budgeted time for my car to warm itself. Parked next to me is Curt's frozen car and I know he'll be awake soon to take Leila to school. I know he'll frown and mumble curse words when he sees that this is not easy, fluffy, wipe away snow on our cars- this is crusty, stubborn, iced over snow.
While my car purrs loudly, I clear the ice chunks from his windows. My scraper is bigger than his, and I like him a lot.
I smile knowing that it will make his morning just a tiny bit smoother. If scraping the ice off your partners car isn't true love, I don't know what is.



This morning I aced the lecture quiz in my human development class. 22/20 points.
Also, this morning, I discovered that I received 100 points on a rough exam I took right before spring break.
I'm high on good grades, guys.  I'm completely buzzed on studying and applying new knowledge to real life experiences.

happy tuesday friends. i hope you're high on something sweet and natural too.

plants and pride

Two Christmases ago I was gifted a darling little jade plant. I placed him in the window and watered him and said nice things to him and then he died. He was not the first victim in my serial plant killing streak. He was also not the last.

I didn't understand WHY this would happen to my plant. A couple other friends received the same gift and their plant is flourishing- over a year later!!

I mean, maybe I (definitely) watered him too much. Maybe he was too close to the window in the dead of winter. Maybe I sang the wrong songs to him. Whatever the reason for his death (and all the other fallen soldiers), I felt terrible about it.

About six months ago my mom gave me a small catnip plant that she had purchased while she was on vacation. I smiled and thanked her but deep down I felt the impending doom. I knew I was going to kill the thing. BUT. You guys, I didn't. He still lives. At my house. Under my care. In my windowsill.

See:

I can't believe it either. I know it's only been 6 months but I feel like me and this plant are having a pretty serious relationship. He gets me. He stayed alive so good that I felt encouraged to go out and buy MORE plants. I purchased two cute little succulents from Ikea back in January and I am pleased to tell you that not only are they still alive, they are GROWING.

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Obviously after keeping these babies alive and watching them grow I was feeling like a plant boss, so I went out and adopted a couple more.

 

This little guy is in the aloe vera family.  Haworthia Attenuata is the name but I call him new friend. Below you can see another little succulent with pinkish leaves. He had a fancy name too but I found several sources giving him the nickname of "suberbum" so that is what we will call him at my house. I also purchased a big basil plant.

 

For valentines Curtis bought me a mini rose bud plant. He said that if I let it die, our relationship is probably doomed. No pressure or anything.  You can see the cute little rose buds in the photo above. That fun holiday was over two weeks ago and this plant is still with us so I'd like to say our odds are pretty high. 

Gosh guys aren't you proud of me? I have a strict watering schedule that will hopefully keep me from murdering. 

Not pictured here is a little pot of thai basil that I planted from seeds. Hopefully in a week or two I'll see something shooting up out of the soil. I love Basil.  Basil is my favorite. 

I will keep you posted. 

hugs

needles

I remember the first time I ever tried to embroider years ago. I was not impressed. It gave me a headache and I thought "how can my mother do this in her spare time?"

It must have been bad timing. Maybe my brain wasn't ready to take on a new skill. Maybe I wasn't mature enough to see it as a simple and cheap form of therapy.

I am so thankful that I gave it another chance in the past year because embroidery, needlepoint, cross stitch or whatever you want to call it, is my most favorite thing to do.

here are a few things i've done for fun or for family and friends: 

 

Hank is my Hero.

 

a friend of mine saw this lil seahorsey and wants it so I'll be giving it a new home soon 

 

I love you more than.... 

 

this one was especially fun and meaningful to do for my mom. it was her christmas present and I hope she loves it. 

 

I made this one for Camille

 

This was Megs Christmas Present

  

little deer - this was a cute one. I started out doing it just for fun but my dear friend Brittany saw it and asked if we could do an art trade. She sent me a beautifully painted fox. 

 

this was for Chantelle

 

I made this special for Sarah. She was pleased. 

 

this was a birthday gift for Lisa

 

... and about 10 other ones I haven't finished yet. I think I'm getting better with each new project. 

guys, lemons!!

I can't count on my two hands anymore the times I've put my heart and efforts into making a lemon cake (or loaf, or bundt) and ended up with a sunken stiff crusty pan full of shame.

I love lemons!! I love lemon water! I love soft dainty lemon cupcakes. I love lemonade too.

For Christmas, my little brother drew my name for the gift exchange and I told him all I wanted was a lemon juicer squeezer thing. He is such a sweet boy and he got me a neat lemon squeezer and a nice cookbook too. I realized I hadn't used it yet so I bought a big bag of organic lemons yesterday at Smiths.

I really love a good lemon loaf slice, like you'd get at starbucks. So I found a copy cat starbucks lemon loaf recipe and followed it exactly!! Okay well maybe not exactly. It asked for a tsp of lemon extract and I didn't have any so I added an extra tsp of vanilla. That shouldn't break the recipe should it?

Maybe it did. Something did. Curtis walked in and saw the loaf and said "Oh baby... what happened?" He accused me of dancing and jumping around the stove too much. Is that what makes the cake sink? I'll stop, I swear.

I Can't even show you a photo of the finished product because I am ashamed.

Do you have lemon baking issues? Is it the altitude? Is it my oven? Am I trying too hard? Wanting too much?

Sincerely,
Sad Lemon Lady

not super mystical

Last Saturday, Curt and I got up bright and early and packed up the car for a little getaway. We drove down to Monroe, Utah - a tiny little town in the middle of nowhere.

Destination: Mystic Hot Springs.

It was nothing like I had expected and still every bit of wonderful I needed. We stayed in a cute little cabin that was just a short walk away from the hot springs. We explored the surrounding area, ate at a very strange Mexican restaurant where I ordered a quesadilla and got enchiladas instead.

We picked the most private tub and settled in to watch the sunset.

I had so much fun just being alone with Curtis. We are both really busy and the kids stay with us every single weekend. Having time alone with him where we both had nothing else to worry about really meant a lot to me. I know he had a hard time being away from the kids but I hope he still had a nice time.

This might have been my favorite thing to see..... The owners use the warmth from the springs to run a vibrant greenhouse. I spotted some kale and chard and lots of succulents. 

We had good music, tasty snacks, no worries, and one another. It was perfect.

what I needed

I learn the hard way, usually. My mother could agree that all of my life I've had to learn for myself what was right no matter how many times I was told. I remember in my elementary school days having my mom insist that I wear a coat to school and I would protest for some reason or I would "forget" my coat. Recess was usually pretty chilly on those days but I had to figure that out on my own. The painful way. (I'm sorry mom)

Today I am more eager to listen to my mother when she shares her advice or tells me what to do. I'm not saying I'm obedient- just more aware now that she is always right and her words or actions are always driven by her love for me.

I've learned, the long and painful way, that what I thought I needed to have a good life was actually superfluous. I am 27 and still trying to figure out the exact ingredients for my happy life recipe.

One thing that I did/do need, but that I was not aware of, was a little bit of validation.  With working full time and going to school every single day I had fallen into a routine where the things I did daily were just a normal task I had to do. I forgot that going to school requires great effort. I forgot that I was working toward (and almost done with a big chunk) a big life goal. I forgot that I was trying to pay for it all myself.

Now I don't need/want a trophy or a ribbon. Many people go to college and accomplish greater things than I ever will. What I did need was to hear from a loved one that they believed I was doing something with my life. I needed to hear them say they thought I was working hard. I needed to feel validated and encouraged. Perhaps I was comparing myself to other people, or maybe I lost sight of the bigger picture. Comparison truly is the thief of joy and I'm surrounded by people who will always be more accomplished than I am or have more money and a bigger house than I do. I am regularly reminding myself that the things that other people have are not the things that will make my life better. I am constantly re discovering that my life is rich without money or a fancy house and that I have everything I could possibly need (and then some) to be happy.

I got what I needed but I did it the hard way.

I was able to step out of my funk and look at my life and say hey... look how far you've come!

I have a long (long long long) way to go before I hit my goal and I am so thankful for the people in my life who stick by me and encourage me and bring me ice cream at 9pm in bed.


My point is..... Perspective and Gratitude. I'm working on it.

brain shift

For the most part, new years resolutions annoy me.  I always make ridiculous unachievable goals and end up letting myself down. So this year instead of promising myself that I'd go back to the gym or save a ton of extra money (those are great things and high five to any of you who are doing that!!), I decided to come up with a smaller list of reasonable things that I can continuously work on. Not just this year but forever.

1. Write more. I wont promise that I'll write religiously (who has time for that?). I certainly won't try to blog regularly. But I bought a nice notebook today and am going to try really hard to write in it almost every day. I know that every single day I have 5 minutes of free time that I can spend just writing down a thought or something small that was on my mind.

2. Say only nice things. Sounds pretty doesn't it? I've already screwed this one up. (Sorry Camille). I want to cut out the trash talk. I want to practice what my mother always tried to encourage within us: If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all. I feel like if I focus my energy AWAY from saying unkind things about people it might help me to see the good in them instead. Obviously I will get frustrated and someone will upset me or annoy me and I will say things I wish I hadn't because I'm human and we all do that.

3. Use my cookbooks. Last time I counted there was over 60 cookbooks in my collection. I love them all. I've read each of them cover to cover. Some of them are ridiculous and I couldn't cook from them even if my life depended on it (mormon trail recipes... bear meat?). Most of them are vegetarian or vegan and I want to crack their spines and stain their pages with cocoa powder or turmeric. I've bookmarked hundreds of recipes. Instead of trolling pinterest for an hour looking for something fun to make and then realizing I don't have time leftover to actually make it, I want to plan ahead and use my books. If I don't use them, I want to give them away.


So we'll see how that goes.