I’m so excited for spring; I want to see the pretty crocuses and tulips and violets, and not have to wear three layers when venturing outside. For now, I’ll just draw pictures of pretty flowers and plan mybirthday. This year will (hopefully) be a tea party. 
…I posted about my pre-Christmas excitement. The gift that I gave my mother (with my siblings, of course) was a butt-whoopin’ stand mixer with 700 watts o’ power and multiple non-stick-cast-iron attachments. The giftee seemed to enjoy it, and we held the inauguration the week after Christmas when we made chocolatechip cookies. Later that week, I made s’mores brownies; holy WOW, they were coma-inducingly delicious!
The individual for whom I created gifts received a 9-foot fleece blanket covered with penguins, a hand-made football-shaped pillow, and a decoupaged box for the love letters that I’ve written to him. He gave me a pair of slippers, Spore: Creatures, and two football jerseys for my favorite team (eff yeah, Huskers!) with my favorite player’s number (Suuuuuuuh!). His mother was sweet enough to give me a gift, and it may have been my favorite: a Rachael Ray cookbook. I love cooking, AND I love eating food, so a gift that offers the pleasures of both is very welcome to this little blogger.
On another note, I made some awesome aprons over the all-too-short winter break. I may have to put up a picture or two.
PS: Anyone know how many dashes I used?
…but my clothes will stay clean when I’m cooking. I drafted an apron pattern for my mom today and I tested it on this fun stars-hearts-rainbow-cloudpuff patterned fabric. I just need some lace for the bottom edge and it will be perfect.
I’m excited for Christmas, but at the same time very nervous. This is the first year I’ve
A) purchased a gift for my mother, and
B) crafted something for someone I care about.
I still have to finished putting everything together, and I’m a little scared that it won’t be done in time. I keep freaking out about what I’ll do if I don’t get done in time, but I guess it’ll be exciting to find out, right?
Merry Christmas, my lovelies.
I’m not really a winter person—the sub-zero temperatures and frigid winds make me quite sad—but I love watching snow. The flakes look like powdered sugar being sifted over some freshly baked brownies, slowly concealing the gooey, chocolate-hued surface below. It’s a wonderful, soothing thing to see.
There once was a lady fiddling around on the internet, searching for a recipe to introduce her picky boyfriend to delicious Asian cuisine while listening to some tunes on the YouTubes. While traipsing around on said ‘Tubes, one of her shoelaces was inadvertantly caught upon something foreign. When she stooped to examine the curious object, she was assaulted—
—by the sweet, sweet vocal stylings of Adimeus and their “Sol-Fa/Song of Aeolus” and “Elegia”, beautiful melodies wrapped around nonsense syllables and tribal beats and tied up with a hint of wilderness. It was brilliantly stunning and stunningly presented, and, unable to shield her ears from the call, she was swept into a swirling pool of color and recipes for chicken teriyaki.
The voices pulled her in more directions than On-Star, pushing her towards one site, then another, yet another, still another, more sites than memory can provide. The dish she sought was slightly sweet, a touch sour, deep and savory, but simple enough not to deter the daintiest of eaters; no exotic ingredients like squid ink or dried, fermented oysters, but no manufactured-namby-pamby sauce would do, either. Her search was widespread and intense, frantic clicks sending vibrations through the desk and the floor to the room below, barely disturbing the surface of the fishbowl on a desk in said sanctum. The scroll wheel of her mouse developed a cramp and begged to be retired, but she would have none of it, not until she unraveled the mystery of the Chicken Teriyaki.
And then she found it.
The perfect recipe, containing a mere handful of ingredients to craft a sauce of epic proportions, strong by nature but tamed by gentle hands, perfectly suited to envelop bite-sized pieces of tender young bird-flesh.
The food appeared and was promptly devoured.
All in all, a rather good evening.
This title is a lie; there is neither deceit nor bribe in existence to help me in that class. I wish there were secrets—some sort of trick I could abuse to crawl to the head of my graduating class, victorious at last in my feverish race to success, clenching a bottle filled with the tears of my opponents… I’ll settle for working hard, though.
On the brighter side of things, I enjoy the class a great deal, and the teacher is a hoot (”a hoot” meaning “entertaining”). I like to use that term, but sometimes I worry that it’s a little outmoded and that no one understands what I’m saying. Does anyone else think it’s old-fashioned? Am I embarrassing myself by using it in the RL?
I am very excited for Next Week, because after Next Week comes Fall Break—a glorious two days without any sort of class or obligation. I can sleep, eat, sleep, hang out, sleep, and not wear pants. How much better can it get?
Man’o'war, I have been busy lately! Some days I don’t even get to check my email; that’s like forgetting to apply pressure to a large, profusely bleeding wound—you just don’t do it.
I guess it’s nice to keep busy. I have a job now, so I’m earning money in exchange for my freedom, and I’m involved in more activities and actually making friends. I’ve found that the more I have, the further away I feel. I don’t really get it some days; is it because I’m spreading myself too thin? Am I like the last pathetic spoonful of peanut butter trying to fulfill my existence as a meager sandwich filler? IDK, people. I just DK. I would say that I’m busy like a bee, but I like puppies more than I like bees. Puppies like people; bees like to sting people. Puppies are fluffy; bees are pointy and kind of crunchy. Puppies work hard at playing; bees work hard at collecting and regurgitating nectar. In all seriousness, is there any good reason to say that one is “busy as a bee” and not “busy as a puppy”? I mean, what is up with that? /Seinfeldvoice
…blog, that is. It’s been quite a while since my last post—45 days, to be precise. Since then, I’ve picked up counted cross-stitching, sewn a dress, traveled to Colorado for a cousin’s wedding, gone on an extended family reunion trip, descended into poverty, and purchased two new books. I’ve also done quite a bit of art journaling, which I’ve come to rely on for stress relief, and have searched for a job for the coming school year to help pay for tuition and books. I’ll update later with some pictures from my journal.
This article caught my eye when I was browsing the National Geographic website. I have a friend who would thoroughly approve of this frog’s uncanny ability.
http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2008/06/080624-frog-claws.html
