the bottom is out of the universe.

Halloween Photos

2009-11-09T08:04:00.000-08:00

I'm in the gold. ;)

Steve Miller never sounded so good...

2009-11-06T10:31:00.001-08:00

Funny Joke. :D

2009-11-05T08:30:00.001-08:00

The American Kennel Club has decided to recognize these new breeds of dogs that are the result of cross breeding: Collie + Lhaso Apso: Collapso, a dog that folds up for easy transport. Spitz + Chow Chow: Spitz-Chow, a dog that throws up alot. Bloodhound + Borzoi: Bloody Bore, a dog that's not much fun. Pointer + Setter: Poinsetter, a traditional Christmas pet. Kerry Blue Terrier + Skye Terrier: Blue Skye, a dog for visionaries. Pekingese + Lhaso Apso: Peekasso, an abstract dog. Labrador Retriever + Curly Coated Retriever: Lab Coat Retriever, the choice of research scientists. Newfoundland + Basset Hound: Newfound Asset Hound, a dog for financial advisers. Terrier + Bulldog: Terribull, a dog that makes awful mistakes.Bloodhound + Labrador: Blabrador, a dog that barks incessantly. Malamute + Pointer: Moot Point, owned by...oh, well, it doesn't matter anyway. Collie + Malamute: Commute, a dog that travels to work. Deerhound + Terrier: Derriere, a dog that's true to the end. Poodle + Min Pin: PooPin, a dog for constipated people.

Enjoy Your Tea (short fiction #2)

2009-11-03T13:35:00.000-08:00

Enjoy Your Tea

When I was young, my Nana’s cottage was only a few miles out in the country from my family’s house in town. Every Saturday morning of my twelfth year, my eight-year-old sister Jenny and I climbed onto our pink bicycles and pedaled past the green grocer’s and the bowling alley, out of town to the gravel road that led to her house. On sunny days we played tag and ran barefoot across her soft green lawn or helped her pick pea-pods the size of my hands from her garden. She made us cucumber sandwiches for lunch and encouraged us to fill ourselves with hand-picked raspberries, laughing as our lips and tongues were stained purple and helping us clean our sticky hands and feet in the claw-foot tub in her bathroom.

Even on days that it rained and that gravel road turned into a swamp, we put on our rubber boots and yellow coats and went to Nana’s. We walked our bicycles next to us because if we tried to ride them through the mud, our tires would slide around and we would end up in the ditch. The rainy days were my favorite.

“Rachel, would you open the curtains and let some of that weather in?” she asked me as she plucked the whooping kettle from her woodstove’s blackened surface. Nana’s house was toasty, snug and filled with smells from the stove that instantly brought the essense of the forest to Nana’s kitchen. Jenny and I threw open the sheer white curtains and watched the rain drizzling down the windowpanes and pounding on the pea-pods. Nana smiled and poured hot water into her bone china teapot. While the tea steeped, she opened the cedar chest she used as a coffee table and the uniquely heavy smell of that particular wood washed momentarily across the room. She pulled out three porcelain teacups and saucers: two sets in white and one set in navy blue.

She arranged them on the kitchen table, placing a white cup in front of me, a white cup in front of Jenny, and the blue cup in front of herself. After she poured my cup, I put my face in the steam, inhaling the scent of licorice and looking at the loose leaves sinking into the tea. Nana asked about our week and we revealed all the juicy details of our small town childhood as we sipped. When our cups were nearly empty, Nana instructed us to hold them in our left hands and to swirl the leftover liquid three times, counter clockwise. Then we flipped the cups onto the saucers and spun them three times.

“Read mine first,” Jenny squealed. Nana looked to me with her watery blue eyes and I smiled, nodding that Jenny could go first without objections from me. She picked up Jenny’s upside down cup and held it close to her face as she stared into the leaves, looking for any symbols that popped out at her.

“Aha!” she exclaimed as though surprised at the discovery in her hands. “Jenny, have you been lying to your parents?” Nana turned and stared into Jenny’s face. She pursed her lips and raised an eyebrow.

“No?” Jenny stuttered and blinked.

“Well, maybe you aren’t telling them the whole truth? Because I know you’re a smart girl, but I also know that school can be tough. They’ll understand a lot better if you tell them now instead of letting them find out later.” Jenny blushed and looked at her feet. She had told me a few days ago that she was doing poorly math class and had been hiding a note from her teacher under her bed for the last week.

Jenny nodded. “I’ll tell them when I get home tonight.”

Nana smiled appreciatively and continued. “In happier thoughts, I think your birthday party will be quite spectacular this year.” She squinted, turning the cup in her hands. “Oh yes. Quite good. I think that your Mum might even agree to you having that sleepover if you work hard for it.” She set the cup down and leaned over to kiss Jenny on the top of the head.

“Is it my turn?” When Nana nodded and picked up my cup I asked if she could show me where the symbols she saw were.

“Yes Rachel, of course.” Jenny scooted closer so she could see too. Nana peered silently into my cup for several minutes, turning it in her hands and contemplating the contents.

“Here it is,” she declared. She pointed to a blob of leaves near the handle. “Do you see this curvy road? It means you’re going to go through a difficult transition like all young women do. But this mule drinking from the faucet at the end it? It means that you are generous and patient and that those qualities will help you get through it all.” I glared at the blob, willing it to become a mule or any animal for that matter. Jenny giggled at the consternation on my face. “That’s all your cup says today.”

I looked at her in disbelief. She hadn’t even looked at the whole cup. “But what about everything at the bottom of the cup?”

Nana leaned to me now and kissed the top of my head. “I don’t worry about the bottom of the cup, and neither should you. Your life will be better for it.”

I never put much stock in Nana’s predictions. My mum claimed that I should listen to what she said. “I don’t know what to call it Rachel,” Mum explained, “but your Nana knows more than most people. She insisted that you were going to be a girl even when the doctor told us you were a boy. Your father and I painted the nursery blue and were completely ready for a little Matthew. Your Nana just shook her head and knitted a big pink afghan.” But having my leaves read was a childish wonder that did nothing but give me goose-bumps and made me feel special; as I grew older, I became more interested in stressing about my future instead of speculating on revelations in a teacup.

As Jenny and I grew up, we stopped visiting Nana’s cottage as often. When we went, we helped clean or weed her garden. We saw ourselves as too mature to play in the garden and get our tea-leaves read. I became involved in high school and then college. I worried about my future and worked constantly to assure that it would be successful. I had less and less time for Nana.

I had just graduated from college and was working as a waitress a few states away when my mother called to tell me that Nana had passed away in her sleep the night before. I was able to get a few days off to go home for her funeral and to clean out her house.

I was assigned the task of sorting through the cedar chest she used as a coffee table. I sat on the floor, letting the familiar and thick scent of the cedar embrace me. On the top of the contents were memory books of the most recent past: my college graduation, Jenny’s senior prom, and Mum and Dad’s thirtieth wedding anniversary. As I searched deeper into the trunk, the archaeological layers of memories grew older. The leather bindings on photo albums containing pictures of Nana’s own wedding were barely holding together. When I got to the bottom, I saw my old pink afghan, heavily faded from age and wear; when I grabbed its soft folds, I realized there was something wrapped inside. I delicately folded back the corners of the knitting, revealing the three porcelain teacups and saucers: two sets in white and one set in navy blue.

My mind raced to possibilities of predicting my future. Perhaps I could finally find out what my future might look like. The leaves would tell me where I was going. The leaves would tell me if I was on the right track. I pulled a fragile white cup from the blanket, the cool porcelain a relief beneath my fingers. I was ready to take the cup to the kitchen to start the leaf-reading process, a tiny fold of paper fell to the floor. I picked it up and unfolded it, recognizing the delicate swirls of Nana’s handwriting immediately:

Rachel. It doesn’t matter what the leaves say, the point is to enjoy your tea.

love today...

2009-10-28T10:21:00.000-07:00

Well. I just got my ass whooped by a biology test. That was an excellent start to my wednesday. I only 100% knew the answer to one question. I have a French test this afternoon, but that I am not worried about. The Mika concert was AWESOME! The best part was that he had messed up his foot/ankle and was wearing a moon-boot just like I had to wear this summer. It made my day. This picture is of Maddie and I in the lobby of the Moore theatre in Seattle. I'm going to try to squeeze in a quick nap before I head to Anthropology instead of posting photos of my new toy like I originally intended. They will come tomorrow or Friday methinks.

fish are friends...

2009-10-26T10:55:00.000-07:00

A few nighttime photos of my lovely Olive for this dreary monday morning. Good news though, I got a 9.5/10 on my biology quiz, plus 3 extra credit points for a 12.5. That is the best score I've had all year. Also, my friend Maddie won tickets to the Mika concert in Seattle tonight, so we're going to that!

fall break: Seattle edition.

2009-10-21T08:10:00.001-07:00

Yesterday was the last day of my fall break. I spent saturday working, Monday sleeping and working, and Tuesday working. But Sunday I went to Seattle and visited Mariska and Emily. Mariska and I studied at a café, studied at the park, and studied in the SU business building. I had the most delicious toast EVER for dinner. Slathered with crunchy peanut butter and jam, and just the way I like it. Mariska found a chessboard and legitimately awesome chess set at the park which we took back to her room and investigated. It had all the pieces except for one Pawn, which she replaced with a Russian stacking doll. We also went to Atlas, which is an awesome second hand store that also happens to have a record section. I went on a major shopping spree and spent 4 dollars. I bought the Simon and Garfunkel's Live in Central Park record, Simon and Garfunkel's Parsley Sage Rosemary and Thyme, Steve Miller Band's Fly Like an Eagle, and Cat Steven's Foreigner. It was a good and cheap trip. I enjoyed myself immensely. I hope everyone else had a good weekend, and now I'm back to the grind for a short week of class. <3

froomie.

2009-10-16T22:44:00.000-07:00

busy busy...

2009-10-14T18:07:00.000-07:00

This week is my midterms week. Somehow, I ended up with only one midterm. One would think that this is a happy thing, but instead, this one midterm is not only one that requires a lot of preparation, but it is also in a class that I care about, therefore I have spent the last couple days studying my little hiney off for my history midterm. I wrote 8 essay outlines, only one of which I will have to use. But I'm excited that I know the information, I'm excited to take the test, and I'm excited to be a history major. So although studying hard and consistently is not something I've ever had to do, and is not something I tend to like, history requires it of me, and I will do as history requires.

The above is an illustration of my friends and myself. Clockwise from the top left is Maddie, Madie (my former roommate), Hannah from Chicago, and myself.

Well, I am going to continue on my long and arduous journey through the first 8 centuries of Europe including (but not limited to) the rise of Christianity, the invasion by the Germanic tribes, the fall of Rome, the rise of aseticism and monasticism, the rise of the Byzantine Empire, the rise of the Arab Empire, and the fall of Byzantium to the Arabic Empire.

This weekend is fall break, and hopefully I will get to take some photos that I can p0st. Have an awesome Thursday and Friday!

good ol' ted.

2009-10-09T08:18:00.001-07:00

I'm still sick, although I think I'm on the mend. I was pretty miserable for a while last night. My sinuses were so full and so full of pressure that I had a migraine which in turn made me nauseous. It was ridiculous. So I sat in my tiny bathroom with the shower on full blast for a while, just breathing steam, then I huffed some vicks vapour rub, then I begged a friend to run to the drugstore and buy me decongestant. Something worked in the end, and I was given relief. Biology test today and anthropology project due. I'm not going to work this weekend because I'm coughing and spewing everywhere. I hope everyone else is staying healthy. <3

Slow on the update...

2009-10-06T20:48:00.001-07:00

I apologize for my lack of updates. I've just been incredibly busy. I got a job and have been working hard and studying hard and playing hard. Occasionally (frequently) I nap hard too. So here is a photo of Serena and myself that I've fiddled with. It is becoming fall here, and other than being sick (currently) I'm enjoying it thoroughly. I hope everyone else is enjoying the autumn and I'll try to update more frequently from here on out!

more bits of summer...

2009-09-20T11:51:00.001-07:00

Here are a few more pictures from Shannon and my trip to Double Falls. (look! a yak!)

Yesterday was supposed to be raining, but it rained before I got up and then was sunny all day. Today is also shaping up to be quite beautiful. I'm waiting for my pot of tea to steep, and when it does, I'm going to curl up with my book about the fall of Rome and get some reading accomplished. I already finished the reading assignment I had in my "Inuit Morality Play" book. There will probably be some napping in my near future as well as some watching Firefly and doing some more things from my to-do list, but my day is pretty empty.

last taste of summer...

2009-09-17T21:53:00.000-07:00

here are a few photos I took on a trip to double falls with my besties, Shannon. there are a few here for you Dad (the water stills)! we had an awesome time, and I miss her mucho out here in Tactown. i've just been looking through the photos from our adventure to cheer myself after an exceptionally crappy science lab. :D (click to enlarge, as always)

christmas list

2009-09-15T16:03:00.000-07:00

Is it sad and selfish that I've started my Christmas list? And that it is populated with very practical items? I feel so old that I don't want a dollhouse or a game or something fun and fancy-free. Instead I find myself wanting:

A new powercord for my computer, as I can predict that the one I have will be biting the dust in the near future.
A new pair of running shoes.
A backpack
This Jacket

In other news, I'm hopefully going to get my food-handlers permit tonight so that I can start a job and perhaps purchase some of these items (especially a backpack) for myself. Lori very kindly arrange for her sister to take me with her when she heads to the health department to get her own permit tonight. I went last week, but they had closed the doors because too many people arrived. So keep your fingers crossed for me. :D

I'm thoroughly enjoying my classes (excluding biology) and considering declaring myself a History Major with a minor in French and possibly creative writing. We'll see. Not much else is new. I stayed up too late on Sunday night and again last night, and I really need to stop doing it because then I have a hard time the next afternoon and have to take a nap. AND today during my nap, I woke up and I was laying just right that my tongue was between my teeth and I was accidentally trying to bite off my tongue. It was quite unfortunate. Luckily I woke up and saved my poor tongue.

Welllll... I'm going to read some homework about Inuits and then off to get my permit. TTFN!

phoxes. fox.

2009-09-12T14:37:00.000-07:00

set 'em wild, set 'em wild, set them free

set them free, set them up, and let them be

their own release.

and when it's time you can begin to let things breathe.

let it be.

settle down now.

settle in and out again.

you cannot win.

you cannot lose.

you cannot be.

you cannot lose so go ahead and set 'em free.

"Set 'em Wild" by Akron/Family

pink: an assignment for my fiction class

2009-09-11T07:44:00.000-07:00

A pink smoothie was an undesirable choice for him. Strawberry, cherry, watermelon and other fruity pink flavors had never seemed particularly appetizing. But this morning, he saw the pink smoothies everywhere, and his mouth began to water. He spotted a pink smoothie in the hand of a girl walking her small and fluffy dog down the sidewalk. He caught a glimpse of a pink smoothie on the table of a mustachioed man reading the morning’s paper. He even noticed a group of giggling blond teenagers each holding a pink smoothie topped with a dainty swirl of whipped cream. With each sighting, his cravings for the bubblegum-hued monstrosity doubled, tripled and quadrupled.

In class, his mind strayed. He saw the figures from Russian history projected brightly on the screen, but in his mind, their fur hats were pink. In biology, every cell was pink. Every organelle was pink. Every tissue was pink. He twirled his golden curls distractedly around his finger and failed to take any notes. Staring blankly at the flag pinned up on the wall of his French classroom, the colours shifted from bleu, blanc and rouge to bleu, blanc and rose.

His hours at work passed in a manner that can be described only as agonizing. One person visited the menswear shop where he worked, and she was simply looking for a tie to give as a gift. As he tidied the store, he glimpsed himself in the strategically placed mirrors. Even the red shirt he had chosen after rolling out of bed that morning betrayed him, appearing pink in his peripheral vision. He watched the clock and envisioned pink hands pointing to pink numbers. Finally, 5 o’clock came, and as he locked the doors and counted the money in the till, his heart began to pump harder.

By the time he made it to the coffee shop down the street, he could barely contain the violent hunger. He placed his order with the bubbly barista behind the counter. When she asked for three dollars and ninety-five cents, he wrestled his wallet from his back pocket and fumbled for a few dollars. He handed the money over, almost shaking from anticipation as he heard the blender start. He hovered near the counter, never taking his eyes from his prize.

Finally the smoothie was his. The cold plastic cup was placed into his sweaty-palms and his eyes shot from one end of the building to the other. Bee-lining for the door, he glanced at the drink in his hand, his excitement building. He took a deep breath, and lowered his mouth to the straw, taking a long and drawn out sip. He spluttered, his mouth involved in a sudden traumatic experience. The colour was not all this smoothie had in common with Pepto-Bismol. The taste was identical, and the texture had the added pleasure of chunks of ice. He coughed and spat the mouthful of smoothie on the sidewalk in an attempt to expel the horrible taste from his mouth. Disappointment slowly emerged from beneath the grimace of disgust on his face. He chucked the cup in the direction of the garbage can, quickly turning and stomping away. The cup hit the sidewalk and cracked. Smoothie oozed across the pavement, seeping into the cracks, and flowing stickily into the gutter, dyeing everything in its wake pink.

piñata: an assignment for my fiction class

2009-09-10T00:10:00.000-07:00

It rained cats and dogs when little Samson Turner was born that day in June at Decatur Memorial Hospital. His parents laughed each year and claimed that he was their bright light, and that was the reason it hadn't rained on his birthday since. This year was no exception. This year’s birthday was a perfect example of the splendor of June. And as Samson’s father laid on the deck soaking in the sun, his mother spent the morning wringing her hands and wondering about the 26 invites that had been sent to 26 students.

He’d always been acutely aware that he wasn’t quite the same as his classmates, and unfortunately for Samson, they were aware too. In first grade, when the students were encouraged to share something no one would know about them, Samson didn’t share his favorite colour or the pride he felt at Thursday night violin lessons like the other students. He made the mistake of revealing that sometimes he would forget to breath and remember only when his chest was aching and his heart was pounding. Even the teacher stared at him as though he was something far more abominable than a small tow-headed six-year old. He was a tomato in a garden of vegetables; it could be argued that a tomato is a vegetable, but no amount of rhetoric will make it stop being a fruit. This Samson had also realized.

Standing in the warmth of the afternoon sun, sightless with the blindfold required to crack a piñata, Samson spun giddily. He swung the broom handle in the direction of the llama hanging in the tree. The handle made contact with the animal, a dull thud, but not the crack that would signal candy.

In the silence of his second grade classroom, he had once started singing unintentionally. His mind was focused on the multiplication tables neatly stacked across the blackboard in his teacher’s handwriting. Samson had always imagined that her handwriting was made from the walking-stick-bugs in the insect book he kept in his bedroom on the second shelf to the left. As he stared at the board and willed the insects to come to life and prove everyone wrong, his mind and mouth had disconnected, and the song that he always sang with his mother in the morning had escaped without him knowing. The notes flew away like birds he could never get back and he didn’t even realize until he could feel the eyes of his classmates burning into him.

Samson held the broom handle high above his head, giggling and smiling the unique half smile that he’d had since birth. He swung again, but didn’t hit the piñata. He heard the wind rustle the tissue-paper fur of the llama, and knew he had been close. He shook his head and went in for one last crack. With all the strength his tiny frame could muster, he swung wildly. His arms stopped suddenly as he hit it, a brutal crack following. Samson grinned his biggest grin and tearing off the blindfold raced for the candy that poured from a gash in the llama’s side.

He dove into the shower of sweets, but there was no struggle to get the best goodies. No one had come. Not one of the 26 students invited to his party had arrived. The laundry list they were keeping of all the strange and unnatural actions of little Samson Turner had grown too long for them to associate with him. But as the candy rained down upon his head, the hurt Samson felt drained away into the joy of the evening sun.

Dream come true...

2009-09-08T13:47:00.001-07:00

This weekend was AMAZING!!!!!

To start it off, I hung out with the lovely ladies pictured above. We had a great Friday night.

Saturday, I stuck around my room and finished my 50 pages of reading and 3 writing assignments so that I was free for the rest of the weekend. I accomplished everything, and headed to Seattle on Sunday.

On Sunday, I volunteered at bumbershoot (Seattle's music and arts festival). It was pretty sweet. I sold posters. Then I got to see The Mount Saint Helens Vietnam Band for free. Whoo! I met up with Mariska and Sarah and went back to her apartment. We later ate delicious Lamb and Beef Gyros. It was awesome.

Monday was so fabulous. We went back to Bumbershoot nice and early in the morning and saw Macklemore, Visqueen, The Minus 5, Grand Hallway, and Akron/Family. We also spent over an hour viewing and purchasing posters. We watched the onereel film fest, saw the Seattle/Moscow poster show, and made our own relief prints. After that Franz Ferdinand played and rocked the house. Their awesome scottish accents made me consider studying abroad in Scotland as opposed to elsewhere.

Then, the moment I've been waiting for: Modest Mouse played. I nearly died of happiness. Dream come true for me to see them in concert and I'd go again in a heartbeat. They played older songs like Baby Blue Sedan and Dramamine, and ones of their new EP (Satellite Skin and King Rat). Isaac Brock then admitted that he thought he was playing with a cracked rib, but he still managed to have crazy amazing energy and appear that it would be physically impossible to put more emotion into the lyrics. I loved it. (http://stereogum.com/archives/photo/bumbershoot-2009-in-photos_088681.html?img=0&gfmt=e&gp=1) They played crowd favorites (Gravity Rides Everything and Float On). And most importantly they played a few favorites of mine (Paper Thin Walls, Wild Pack of Family Dogs, and Bury Me With It). I would have liked to hear some more of their older stuff, but considering that the band Modest Mouse has existed longer than a lot of the audience (pre-teens) I understand that they kept it pretty recognizable. Absolutely worth every penny, and as I said, an awesome awesome amazing awesome dream come true!

I got back to school, and to top of an awesome weekend, class today was great. Writing=incredible. History=extraordinary. Hope they keep it up. :D

Me oh my crayfish pie!

2009-09-03T21:05:00.000-07:00

I can't even begin to explain how much I'm enjoying this semester so far. Yes, it is going to be a lot of work, and yes, my social life will take up a smaller proportion of importance, but everything is so interesting and engaging!

I have a biology class (which isn't that interesting...) but I had my first lab today, and it went well and I actually really enjoyed looking at cells under a microscope.

I have a cultural anthropology class. There is quite a bit of reading, but the books seem incredibly interesting. We are reading one about the enculturation of an Inuit girl, one about the social and political implications of the one child policy of modern China, one about dealing crack in El Barrio, and one about Bedouin women in Egypt. There are a couple obnoxious people in the class, but other than that, VERY interesting.

I'm taking an intro to writing fiction class, which I completed my first writing assignment in today. My group really enjoyed my piece and although I was frustrated when first began writing it, I enjoyed writing it.

I'm taking a history class on the birth of Europe which has a TON of reading, but it all seems so intersting. Class today was AWESOME, I couldn't get enough.

I'm also auditing a French class that will refresh and replenish my knowledge of French. And as opposed to being stressed out, I'm not getting a grade, so I can concentrate on what I'm learning without an ounce of anxiety. I also had a martial arts class, but I dropped it as it didn't seem interesting enough to be worth the hassle of dealing with my ankle.

I'm meeting lots of new people, making new friends and I can't get enough of my friends that I've been missing all summer.

My bed is lofted, and my former roommate's parents are bringing a futon to go under it on the 12th of September so that she and others can spend the night in my single room. It should be pretty awesome.

This year is really starting out on a high note. I'm on a majoooor Paul Simon binge. I listen to him when I'm studying, when I'm getting ready, when I'm sleeping, all the time. This weekend I'm headed to Seattle to see Mariska, volunteer at Bumbershoot, and attend Bumbershoot on monday to see MODEST MOUSE! I'm so excited about everything. I'm so excited about life.

In hopes of a good year. :D

2009-08-31T08:06:00.000-07:00

I also haven't fallen off the face of the earth. :D

I'm at school, and today is the first day of classes! I've spent 600 dollars on books, and I'm ready to have my mind filled. ;)

I'm headed to breakfast with my lab partner, Dana, before Biology and then I have a couple hours off before Cultural Anthropology and French. Tomorrow I have Intro to Writing Fiction and a History class. It should be a good semester.

I've enjoyed seeing all my friends, and I think we're definitely going to have a good year.

My room is awesome, my building is sweet, my suitemates are cool, and my suite is still filled with boxes but has a GIANT PANDA on the wall.

Driving Home

2009-08-17T20:22:00.000-07:00

These are a few photos I took a week or two ago. I was driving home from Kalispell, and had to pull over and take a couple photos.

Baking Bread

2009-08-06T13:06:00.000-07:00

I've been on a cooking/baking/cleaning spree lately. Here are some pictures of my bread baking process as well as a list of ingredients/instructions.

For two small loaves I use

1/2 cup light vanilla soy milk

3 tablespoons of sugar

2 teaspoons of salt

3 tablespoons of melted butter

2 packets of yeast

5-7 cups of flour

I mix the yeast according to the package (aka, warm bowl, warm water, sugar, stir, let sit). Then I add the milk, sugar, salt and butter. I stir until the mixture is sorta homogenous. Then I add flour, a cup at a time, until I get bread dough. I knead, let it sit and rise for an hour (in a bowl sprayed with nonstick spray and covered by a towel), then bake at 400 for 30 minutes.

It is delicious.

Miss Magoo and Sir Nicklebee

2009-06-27T20:43:00.000-07:00

The babies have spent the weekend with us. I got to snap a few photos today. Here a couple favorites.

Birthday Pie

2009-06-22T11:41:00.001-07:00

This is the quiche I made myself for my birthday. :D

Mom and Dad are coming home today, and so far I've picked up the kitchen and the bathroom, I just have to finish my laundry, vaccuum, and pick up the living room. Shouldn't take too long.

I'm now going to go craft and watch Weeds. Later! <3

Cards!

2009-06-20T20:34:00.001-07:00

I made cards yesterday: potato stamp cards. I don't know when I got inspired to make potato stamps. Sometime in the spring. Well, I bought a bag of potatoes last week, and made 4 stamps from 2 potatos. I have a whole bag more and a stack of naturally coloured cardstock, and I had a TON of fun. It was a such an easy project and I have a few really unique cards to send, and I send a lot. I'll have pictures of the stamps themselves later, as well as a picture of the quiche I made myself for my birthday yesterday. Mom and Dad had a blast on their cruise, and now they are visiting my Aunt Deyanne in BC. <3