Sunday, May 22, 2016
Thursday, May 19, 2016
Pinterest explanation
I'm aware that a lot of my conversations start with the words "I saw this thing on Pinterest...." and I've tried to cut back but then I saw a quote (guess where I found it)
"I have no special talents. I am just passionately curious."-Albert Einstein.
I am curious. What happens if ...? Can I do that? How hard is that to do? Will that taste good? Is it true?
So that led me to my activities last week end, it started with some soap. I love goats milk soap and wondered just how hard it would be to make my own. I ordered a melt and pour and a mold. Then added lavender essential oil and purple coloring-and success. Lavender goats milk soap. I'm growing lavender for the first time ever and soon I'll make some more and add flowers to the soap.
Then I read a recipe on making chocolate syrup like Hershey syrup-and I wondered if it was that good and was it as easy to make as the recipe claimed-and the answer to both was yes-it is good and easy (added bonus was no preservatives and I know exactly how old it is).
I've made fajitas lots of times, but the seasoning I use is from Pinterest with no added salt or preservatives (you should also know it's a lot cheaper than those little packets in the seasoning department).
"I have no special talents. I am just passionately curious."-Albert Einstein.
I am curious. What happens if ...? Can I do that? How hard is that to do? Will that taste good? Is it true?
Then I read a recipe on making chocolate syrup like Hershey syrup-and I wondered if it was that good and was it as easy to make as the recipe claimed-and the answer to both was yes-it is good and easy (added bonus was no preservatives and I know exactly how old it is).
I've made fajitas lots of times, but the seasoning I use is from Pinterest with no added salt or preservatives (you should also know it's a lot cheaper than those little packets in the seasoning department).
Saturday, May 7, 2016
Suckiest Anniversary #2
A year ago, my sister pinned May 7th as the suckiest Anniversary ever because it was the one year anniversary of our mom's death. It still sucks. Not having her around. Realizing it wasn't just a really bad dream. Yeah, that shit really happened. It's getting further and further away from the last time I got a card or phone call from her.
People say time will make it better-and maybe it did for them but it hasn't for me. I've just gotten better at handling the pain. You know what? That's ok. Missing someone, tears-that's all a part of life. Kinda like pushing through Walmart with all the hundreds of Mother's Day cards shoved all in your face. Sooner or later you're going to see one so stupid or incredibly tacky it will make you smile. There's beauty in everything. Those ugly tears my sisters cry-they make me wince for their pain but it makes me feel a little less alone. In a way, I'm glad we cry-not all mothers were like ours. Giving birth, doesn't sign you up for a life time of loving, caring, and sharing. It doesn't automatically mean that you'll make birthday cakes or spend countless hours trying to make someone else happy. I wonder if my siblings remember the joy of picking out their favorite kool aide to go with dinner. I haven't thought about grape kool aide in a long time.
I remember her telling me how to measure the sugar-later I'd measure sugar to put in jelly or jam.
Her voice comes back to me telling me to make sure to premeasure the sugar, to add it quickly to help the jelly set up. Add a teaspoon of butter to keep the foaming down. That first batch of jam without her was rough. A lot of firsts are. This year I made "Rose Petal Jelly"-something she and I never did, but I think she'd like it. It set up fine and it really does smell like roses.
Roses like the ones she used to baby. Like the ones that Beth carried.
Roses like the ones that the grand kids carried after her funeral.
Roses like the ones tattooed on her grand daughters.
Roses are so beautiful and fragrant, but they can cause a little pain kinda like a memory.
People say time will make it better-and maybe it did for them but it hasn't for me. I've just gotten better at handling the pain. You know what? That's ok. Missing someone, tears-that's all a part of life. Kinda like pushing through Walmart with all the hundreds of Mother's Day cards shoved all in your face. Sooner or later you're going to see one so stupid or incredibly tacky it will make you smile. There's beauty in everything. Those ugly tears my sisters cry-they make me wince for their pain but it makes me feel a little less alone. In a way, I'm glad we cry-not all mothers were like ours. Giving birth, doesn't sign you up for a life time of loving, caring, and sharing. It doesn't automatically mean that you'll make birthday cakes or spend countless hours trying to make someone else happy. I wonder if my siblings remember the joy of picking out their favorite kool aide to go with dinner. I haven't thought about grape kool aide in a long time.
I remember her telling me how to measure the sugar-later I'd measure sugar to put in jelly or jam.
Her voice comes back to me telling me to make sure to premeasure the sugar, to add it quickly to help the jelly set up. Add a teaspoon of butter to keep the foaming down. That first batch of jam without her was rough. A lot of firsts are. This year I made "Rose Petal Jelly"-something she and I never did, but I think she'd like it. It set up fine and it really does smell like roses.
Roses like the ones she used to baby. Like the ones that Beth carried.
Roses like the ones that the grand kids carried after her funeral.
Roses like the ones tattooed on her grand daughters.
Roses are so beautiful and fragrant, but they can cause a little pain kinda like a memory.
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