The Life and Times of a Part Time Dreamer....

Last weeks art post was a bust. However, I haven't said a word this week because my time has been divided between sleeping, eating, and entertaining my five-tear-old brother.  I have had the joy of spending the last few days keeping tabs on the house, reading books, kissing boo-boos and generally dying of pregnancy tired.  Today was good because the neighbor kids came over and kept Baby Bro entertained while I got some much needed rest. They are currently in the pool on the porch and I have the privilege of listening to their imaginative games and occasional crisis.  I've decided being a kid was much more fun than being an adult. I mean nobody brings me towels when I'm cold or makes sure I have snacks and juice while I do nothing but play in the pool. Then again, maybe I'm just a good sister.  I have been learning to take joy in the small success of the day. Like the fact that my dishes are done, I fed my husband and my brother a good lunch, and b...

I'm and English major. So like what? Do you write?Are you going to teach? What do you even do? What can you do with an "English Major"? I mean, ew, books and stuff. I hated English in school. Why would you go into that? Bleh! Look you poor poor souls out there who don't know how to appreciate, empathy, the human condition, or even the joy in being part of a great story, I am so sorry for you! You like movies? Video games? TV shows? What about making connections with other people because you finally understand them a little bit more because they compared what they are feeling to how someone in a book, story, movie, etc. was feeling? If you are human, you really do like English. Sorry that's just the way our world runs. This. What I am writing and you are reading right now. This is English. I'm creating a bond with you through a medium we both understand. You may prefer video, photo, or music,  but this a medium everyone who learns to read can appr...

So it begins.  Yesterday I attempted to make puff pastry from scratch. I honestly thought I had ruined it. Puff pastry fluffs and rises because the thousand of layers of dough and butter. That's right a thousand  but surprisingly it didn't take as long as all that because your layers double or triple each time you fold the dough.  You smash the chilled butter between plastic rap and then lay the butter on your dough so it covers 2/3 of the dough.  You fold it up and you begin to roll it out and fold it over and over. I was going along no problem right up until the butter started to get warm. Suddenly I had butter squirting everywhere and covering the rolling pin and the counter and the dough. I quickly folded it up wrapped it in plastic wrap and put it in the fridge. wondering if it could be saved.   I ultimately asked the internet for help and found this lovely video . (I recommend her recipe, mine came out of my culinary book and deals ...

As is obvious, my poor poor blog has spent nearly two years without seeing my wonderful face. However, I hope that I have found motivation! I spent the evening watching the lovely movie   Julie and Julia  which is also a lovely book by the way. This wonderful lady named Julie attempts to blog about her experience cooking every recipe in Julia Child's book  Mastering the Art of French Cooking. She had something to say everyday and had a chance to learn something new. I found myself moved, and ultimately spent the night staring at the ceiling searching the dust motes for inspiration. Having recently graduated with a Bachelors in English and  progressing now into my 17th week of pregnancy I find myself floundering each day with the ease of being lazy and the desire to learn, grow, and do! The summer is ending and I feel so incredibly bored! With no job, no school, and pregnancy along with my dear sweet husband keeping me safely  grounded in town I am beginnin...

I don’t blog like I should. I don’t mean that I should be blogging so that my readers will continue to read. I don’t mean that I need to document my life for future generations.   I don’t even mean that I should be doing this to improve my writing. I should blog more often because somewhere out there is someone who needs to hear what I have to say. I know, that’s kind of egotistical isn’t it.  Who in the world would really put stock in what I say. I have no credentials. I’m biased. I haven’t even finished college. Yet I have the audacity to put what I think out here on the internet. I guess I’m no different than every other person out there who feels that they have the right to post a Facebook status, leave a YouTube comment, or send someone a nasty gram of stupidity on twitter.  Someday what I have to say will make someone laugh. I mean really laugh. But, here’s the real difference I plan to make. Someday what I have to say will make someone laug...

Well after our dear old truck bit the proverbial dust last weekend I've had to find other things to occupy my abundant time and energy.   Eddy is flourishing and  will soon produce little tomatoes.  I designed and duck-taped an alternate mode of transportation. ( The duck-taped became a necessity rather than a decoration. My seat fell off while in a cross walk.)    After a few staggered trips to the second hand store I came up with several tiny pots for my adorable herb garden. I now have a tiny bazil bush, two different kinds of mint and two pepper plants.   I tried to add a touch of garden humor and lots of plant love to my porch garden.  I tried my hand at growing from seeds and ended up with some cilantro that is growing nicely.  My husband laughed at me because I was so excited I hadn't killed them. Our tiny apartment has become a home with all of our treasures on shelves and hanging on t...

The adventure began as any other. We made a check list, packed up, and decided got in our truck to drive a half hour to where we could begin helping my dear mother prepare to take 28 Girls on a "5 mile" hike, which was actually 8 miles.  The trip began uneventful but about halfway to our destination the  truck went "chu-chunk chu-chunk!!" and  died. There was no reviving it.  We called for help and a nice tow-man came and pulled us off the freeway. After returning the soon to be interred vehicle to our home, we rode to our destination in my parents car. the next morning we embarked on a new adventure. 28 girls gathered to learn about why we never leave the hiking path and which bugs are ok to touch and which plants are not.  Each was bestowed with a bug net and the firm belief that bugs should not be scary no matter how much the camp leaders may scream.   Thus, following my mountain goat of a father up the trail, we m...