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Thursday, November 25, 2010

Happy Thanksgiving!

I would love to share my thanksgiving...but instead for now I shall leave this:

Dear shoppers,
Really?!
You have to Shop on THANKSGIVING?
Signed,
Retail wage slave who has to give up Infinitely Invaluable family time so you can argue with me over whether Black Fridays sales are valid today.

Monday, November 22, 2010

not the only poet

Like my haiku from yesterday? I am not the only poetically inclined one in the family.
Eldest likes to post her Dark Emo Poetry as her status on that social networking site. I asked her to put them in a poetry book instead...think I'll get her one for Christmas. I try really hard not to roll my eyes when I read some of her work. It is terribly mean of me, but I do tell her sometimes that her work is 'a cliche wrapped in a stereo type'. Don't take me wrong, she is talented enough it's just the whole "Look at me... I'm dark and spooky!" gets old. I would love to see her write some real heart felt poetry, not just stuff to impress her audience.

and so she doesn't feel singled out...


My Love also writes poetry....to me.
He wrote this to me a few days ago:

Not Quite Epic~
by ...some guy with a pony tail...

Not Butcher, King, or even Knaak, my feeble pen they could surly sack!
I may not be like all the rest,
knowing this, I will never be the best.
I may not write with a Golden Pen, or thrill my fans again and again. I don't write for fortune or fame, but what I write has meaning all the same.
My words don't come to life and spring from the page,
they are more like trained animals locked in a cage.

The words I write are part of me, they will be now, and for ever will be. So run your fingers through my hair. Caress my face full, with your special care. Feel my passion Hard and Sweet,
Hold my Love and never weep!
For what I carry for you is real, and for you,
it is fueled for ever still and will never sleep,
slumber it will not for as long as my heart beats.
When the day has come and my heart beats no more, my spirit carries my Love for you as it shines for ever more.

What you see is not always what you get, and One size never fits all, but when our spirits entwined together a spark engulfed into a flame of passion and its burning out of control!

"I am not a poet, I am just a man,,, but sometimes am man can do anything". ...some guy with a ponytail...

I may not be famous but my love for you is equal to any that has been written about or written about in song. Mostly because it is Ours!
I Love you,
Me


****
We both are kinda hopeless romantics.
We used to write love notes to each other like crazy!
I have 2 moving boxes filled with love notes we have left each other over the years. I was just going through the voice mails on my phone and realized all my saved messages are little love notes from him too.
When we moved and I got to look through the box before setting it in the To Keep pile I laughed at all the different things they were written on..everything from napkins and bubble gum wrappers to stationary and handmade paper.
I was noticing a decline in our love notes and was kinda sad...then I realized we aren't sending them less... we just aren't WRITING them! That beautiful poem he sent me was in a online game we play...all the voice mails on my phone...just not on paper.

Hummmm... maybe I should break that trend.
I think I will go write him a little love haiku before I head to work.
I leave it on his keyboard so he will be sure to see it!

how do you leave love note?

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Fybro Haiku

wrote this small haiku to fibromyalgia today:

Pain, pain go away
Come again no other day
if you don't.... I cry.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Cooking & Feasts...and rambling

Today is our birthday dinner for Monster.
In our house you get to pick your Birthday Diner and Monster knows exactly what she wants.
Turkey
mashed potatoes
gravy
home made rolls
and Pumpkin Pie, not birthday cake, yet. (She has decided she wants a Boston creme pie for her birthday cake on her birthday)
Huuummmm... I am noticing a lack of veggies. Odd for Monster, there should be peas or broccoli on that menu, but I digress..

Oh and as her gift? She wants Eldest to cook it!

Eldest has experience with cooking such feasts so I have no real fear about it... and Monster had an excellent thought process on her decision. If Eldest makes her Birthday turkey and I make the Thanksgiving turkey they will be different enough that no one will notice that we had a feast twice in one month!

What her birthday request has really made me think of is family recipes.
You see, years ago when I first started 'teaching' my kids to cook I told them to pick their favorite foods to learn to cook. I mean really what's the point of learning to scramble an egg if you hate eating them? So they learned things like crepes, cookies, and meatloaf before hot dogs and tater tots.
But now we are running into an odd problem.
They want to cook it the way I make it.
But I don't follow recipes. I just feel my way thru the food!
Like the bread dough I am mixing for her rolls today... I measured the water and yeast, but everything else I kinda jut threw in there. I mean it's probably about 4 cups of flour, but I didn't measure it and I know it will be a little on the sweet side, but couldn't tell you how much sugar I added either. This batch wont have yogurt added but the last rolls did.

There has been more then one night of the kids deciding they want to make diner... but we end up calling each other 5 times so I can walk them thru a dish because I have never written it down!

I guess it is good in one way... they are quite creative in the kitchen.
Eldest has decided to use some cranberry pomegranate juice on the turkey and she is going to use the giblets in the gravy in different way.
Another random observation...when eldest is cooking her bi-polar seems to be more stable. I don't know if maybe she only cooks when she is on a certain pole or cooking keeps her from swinging so hard.
I know Thunderous loves cooking because in his words: "It is an art and a science! It is precise and free! It has rules and you can follow them and play!" (Autism can make you a dali lama)
But I have noticed she is different when she cooks...maybe we need to encourage culinary school instead of mechanics.

I need to check the dough and see what Eldest has created while I wrote this...
should be a grand feast!

Monday, November 1, 2010

Hit by a... Muse?

I'm sick, I have lost my voice, and I am getting irritated.
I do not make a good patient, as the nurses from last year can attest to.
No, I haven't barricaded myself in a corner...yet...but that option is still open as far as I am concerned.
Now, before this vile immune system attack I was attacked by something I rather enjoy.
Creativity.
I was hit by a Muse(...must have been hit hard cuz it's taking so long to recover.)

I decided to participate in my first BlogSwap, a color themed one to be precise. We were to make one of the items we would be sending.
I was a little intimidated, I mean what if they don't like it?

I played with some beads and stones and come up with a few designs...

What that means is I made and destroyed at least 3 designs before I finally was half satisfied.
This is what I came up with...

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That broke something lose and I made another necklace right away.

Then took it apart.

and made this one:

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You may notice it is one of my least favorite colors.
What on earth could have possessed me to put something pink together you may ask...
Well, Breast Cancer.
We were having a Breast Cancer awareness Month at work. We donated all our tips from the cafe and had special cupcakes, balloons, other fun stuff all in pink.
We were having a couple of ladies from the Susan G Koman foundation come in on the last day and present them with our donations and have them do a presentation.
Well that pink masterpiece was supposed to be auctioned off on the finial night...
everyone was very excited.
Then I got sick, went home early, and missed the event.
Some how my necklace was forgotten and stayed displayed till this morning when I came in.
So they gave it back to me.

To tell you the truth, that was rather a let down.
I didn't cry though (at least not right away or at work)

Anyone want to buy a nice choker?
It's got good Karma.