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Monday, September 29, 2008
Forgot
The past couple of weeks, my parents have come to visit me and my family. Both times they brought fresh tomatoes from their garden. We went and got some bacon at the store to celebrate with the wonderfully amazing sandwitch, THE BLT!!! Honestly, whoever came up with that had his head on strait.
While I was growing up, my parents never bought tomatoes at the store, since we grew at least 2 rows of them in the huge garden in the backyard. That next to the 5 rows of corn and whatever else suited our fancy. I insisted that we try watermelon one year, and they didn't get very big. In any case, up until I had gotten married and moved out of the house and started to try to eat better, I had never in my life had store bought tomatoes. Or at least known that I had.
After I got married and had tomatoes from the store I thought nothing of it. Then my parents came up with their tomatoes. And honestly, I didn't need to put salt on them! They are SO GOOD!!! I don't know how I'll go back to store bought tomatoes after this. I didn't notice a difference between the two until I went back to the fresh. I was shocked. They are so good I could just wash them off and eat them like an apple.
We just finished a dinner of BLT's again, and oh, my..... SO GOOD!!! I am definately growing tomatoes in a pot out back next year. I don't know if I will ever go a year without growing tomatoes now.
While I was growing up, my parents never bought tomatoes at the store, since we grew at least 2 rows of them in the huge garden in the backyard. That next to the 5 rows of corn and whatever else suited our fancy. I insisted that we try watermelon one year, and they didn't get very big. In any case, up until I had gotten married and moved out of the house and started to try to eat better, I had never in my life had store bought tomatoes. Or at least known that I had.
After I got married and had tomatoes from the store I thought nothing of it. Then my parents came up with their tomatoes. And honestly, I didn't need to put salt on them! They are SO GOOD!!! I don't know how I'll go back to store bought tomatoes after this. I didn't notice a difference between the two until I went back to the fresh. I was shocked. They are so good I could just wash them off and eat them like an apple.
We just finished a dinner of BLT's again, and oh, my..... SO GOOD!!! I am definately growing tomatoes in a pot out back next year. I don't know if I will ever go a year without growing tomatoes now.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
New doo
So, Texas Mom pointed out that I forgot to announce something, but I don't think anyone will particularly care or whatever. I got a new doo. The works. Shorter then I have ever had it before, highlights, first time in a saloon... Yeah, the works. It only cost me $30 bucks thanks to the cosmetologist in my ward. Lemme see if I can find some pics on my computer with my new doo...
Before cut and a cute picture to boot...
After the cut at my 5 year class reunion with a friend
Not my favorite pic, but it shows the cut nicely... Well, kind of nicely... I had it pulled back as best I could. I think it looks a little better down like in the other pictures only they are more far away.
And last but not least, a fun picture with me and my hot high school friends. Only one was missing and we all missed her.
Before cut and a cute picture to boot...
After the cut at my 5 year class reunion with a friend
Not my favorite pic, but it shows the cut nicely... Well, kind of nicely... I had it pulled back as best I could. I think it looks a little better down like in the other pictures only they are more far away.
And last but not least, a fun picture with me and my hot high school friends. Only one was missing and we all missed her.
Story about the bald frog and the wig
So yeah, if you look at my profile, I answered the random question, and they didn't give me enough room to answer it, so I thought I'd put it here. Anyway... to the story...
Once upon a time, a handsome prince was turned into a frog by an evil witch. Since frogs don't have hair, the prince lost all his hair when he turned into the frog. He was so conscious about it, and knew he couldn't get a princess to kiss him without his hair, that he went to the frog elder and asked for a wig.
The frog elder first made him do a quest to get his wig. He had to travel to the witch's warehouse to get the secret ingredient that made her turn princes into frogs. He was really scared of that witch, but he needed his wig to get a princess to kiss him, so he set off.
(to make a long story short) He got to the witch's warehouse and started to look for the special ingredient, and as he was doing so, he found the witch's journal. The witch has a journal you may ask? Well, that is what the bald frog thought too, so he started to read.
The witch was once a beautiful princess. She was kicked out of her kingdom by an evil sorceress who envied her beauty. She was exiled to the forest where she dwells now on the eve of her wedding night to a handsome prince. She has been pining after him ever since, and since she couldn't have her handsome prince, she found out how to turn them into frogs so no one else could have a handsome prince. She also never got out of the habit of writing in her journal, and that is why she has one.
Thankfully the prince read her journal, because it is the only place where she keeps the knowledge of where she keeps the secret ingredient. He read that and found out where to go to get the secret ingredient. In the witch's room. She had been sleeping since he arrived at her warehouse, and he now had to sneak into her room while she was asleep and get the secret ingredient.
He hopped into her room and was shocked to see it decorated as a princess' room. Why would an evil witch sleep in such a beautiful room? He saw the witch laying in her bed and a little shiver ran down his little spine. He remembered his much needed wig, and hopped to the hiding place for the secret ingredient. In the witch's nightstand. He got to the nightstand, and slid open the drawer as slowly as he could with his mouth, then the witch stirred... the bald frog froze. Was the witch waking?
You'll have to wait for that question to be answered...
Once upon a time, a handsome prince was turned into a frog by an evil witch. Since frogs don't have hair, the prince lost all his hair when he turned into the frog. He was so conscious about it, and knew he couldn't get a princess to kiss him without his hair, that he went to the frog elder and asked for a wig.
The frog elder first made him do a quest to get his wig. He had to travel to the witch's warehouse to get the secret ingredient that made her turn princes into frogs. He was really scared of that witch, but he needed his wig to get a princess to kiss him, so he set off.
(to make a long story short) He got to the witch's warehouse and started to look for the special ingredient, and as he was doing so, he found the witch's journal. The witch has a journal you may ask? Well, that is what the bald frog thought too, so he started to read.
The witch was once a beautiful princess. She was kicked out of her kingdom by an evil sorceress who envied her beauty. She was exiled to the forest where she dwells now on the eve of her wedding night to a handsome prince. She has been pining after him ever since, and since she couldn't have her handsome prince, she found out how to turn them into frogs so no one else could have a handsome prince. She also never got out of the habit of writing in her journal, and that is why she has one.
Thankfully the prince read her journal, because it is the only place where she keeps the knowledge of where she keeps the secret ingredient. He read that and found out where to go to get the secret ingredient. In the witch's room. She had been sleeping since he arrived at her warehouse, and he now had to sneak into her room while she was asleep and get the secret ingredient.
He hopped into her room and was shocked to see it decorated as a princess' room. Why would an evil witch sleep in such a beautiful room? He saw the witch laying in her bed and a little shiver ran down his little spine. He remembered his much needed wig, and hopped to the hiding place for the secret ingredient. In the witch's nightstand. He got to the nightstand, and slid open the drawer as slowly as he could with his mouth, then the witch stirred... the bald frog froze. Was the witch waking?
You'll have to wait for that question to be answered...
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Story writing
As a lot of my family knows, I am writing a story. Right now I am enjoying writing and invisioning how I would draw the pictures (cause it is actually a manga) and not really sure if I'll do anything with it. I'm having friends and family read it, but that is about it.
In any case, when I first started with it, I had a dream about the three main characters and how they met. I loved the dream so much that I didn't want to wake up, and when I did, I wrote it down so I wouldn't forget. I have been writing since. The weirdest thing about this story is that I don't even know what is going to happen in the next chapter. I just keep writing and the characters tell it for themselves. There have been at least three times in my writing where the characters cause a "gut-renching" thing. Either from their own stupidity, or just the fact that something happens in the story that is really moving and makes you want to keep reading. Those parts are the hardest to write.
I remember one time where one of the main characters did a very stupid thing. My hands hovered over the keys, not wanting to write it, but knew there wasn't any other way. That happened with another main character (the main characters are only teen-agers so they have the right to make stupid mistakes. Didn't we all when we were teens?) did a stupid thing. I didn't want to write it but yet there was no other way.
I just wrote a section that was harder then either of those. I'm not sure if it will be in the story because it is a different person's view then the main character, but I needed to know what would happen. While I was writing this, my hands were shaking and that made it hard enough as it was, but yet my heart was beating so wildly, it was really hard to write. It was one of those pivotal moments where everything just seems to fall down and get so dark, because sometimes you have to see the darkness before you can appreciate the light. After I wrote it, I laid on the couch and rocked myself back and forth...yeah, kind of sad huh? It was that horrible of a thing to write about. There just wasn't any other way, and if I would have found another way, it wouldn't have worked quite as well.
Anyway, just wanted to get that out.
My story is now 113 pages and 17 chapters not counting the section I just wrote that may or not be in the story. Well, what I mean is it will happen, but I'm not sure if it will be written that same way, since it is in a different viewpoint.
In any case, when I first started with it, I had a dream about the three main characters and how they met. I loved the dream so much that I didn't want to wake up, and when I did, I wrote it down so I wouldn't forget. I have been writing since. The weirdest thing about this story is that I don't even know what is going to happen in the next chapter. I just keep writing and the characters tell it for themselves. There have been at least three times in my writing where the characters cause a "gut-renching" thing. Either from their own stupidity, or just the fact that something happens in the story that is really moving and makes you want to keep reading. Those parts are the hardest to write.
I remember one time where one of the main characters did a very stupid thing. My hands hovered over the keys, not wanting to write it, but knew there wasn't any other way. That happened with another main character (the main characters are only teen-agers so they have the right to make stupid mistakes. Didn't we all when we were teens?) did a stupid thing. I didn't want to write it but yet there was no other way.
I just wrote a section that was harder then either of those. I'm not sure if it will be in the story because it is a different person's view then the main character, but I needed to know what would happen. While I was writing this, my hands were shaking and that made it hard enough as it was, but yet my heart was beating so wildly, it was really hard to write. It was one of those pivotal moments where everything just seems to fall down and get so dark, because sometimes you have to see the darkness before you can appreciate the light. After I wrote it, I laid on the couch and rocked myself back and forth...yeah, kind of sad huh? It was that horrible of a thing to write about. There just wasn't any other way, and if I would have found another way, it wouldn't have worked quite as well.
Anyway, just wanted to get that out.
My story is now 113 pages and 17 chapters not counting the section I just wrote that may or not be in the story. Well, what I mean is it will happen, but I'm not sure if it will be written that same way, since it is in a different viewpoint.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Sunday morning blues.....are GONE!!!
We have been having a hard time since our ward changed times. Bug likes to sleep in. Which is good on like a Saturday morning or something, but not quite so great for Sunday morning when church starts at 9:30 and I have to get to church on time cause I'm the ward chorister. Our ward changed times the first Sunday in August casue we live in a student ward and it changes different then everyone elses.
Since Rocket Scientist is working graveyard, on the weekends when he doesn't work, he has to keep up his schedule, so he stays up all night. He can get ready for church while we are all asleep. He did that today cause we had to go early for a choir rehearsal. He forced me awake, and I got in the shower wondering what we were going to do today to get Bug up and ready for the day. Keeping in mind that Bug insists especially on Sunday for some reason that I dress him. It isn't very helpful for any of us cause Rocket Scientist is already ready and I still need to get dressed and put together. Rocket Scientist is the perfect person to get Bug ready, but the past month or so, Bug throws a fit whenever Rocket Scientist tries to do anything for him.
Surprisingly enough, after Bug came wandering through the door rubbing his eyes (he is kind of like me when it comes to waking up...) we actually got him eating his food without too much trauma. It was after that when the real test was to come. I was still putting on make up and I still needed to do my hair when Bug was eating. I was trying to get all the things done that I'm still learning how to do (blow-dryer... make-up... jewelry... things girls usually learn when they are a teenager but at the time when I was a tom-boy...) and do it fast. After Bug was done eating, I was surprised he let Rocket Scientist change his diaper. But he insisted that I dress him. I wouldn't stand for it. I was still trying to do my hair and I needed to brush my teeth as well. This was around 15 mins. before we had to leave. Bug was running away from Rocket Scientist cause he wanted me to dress him. Then the wonderful idea came to me...
Rocket Scientist and Bug love to play "hide and seek" in the house. They chase each-other around and have a wonderful time. I love watching them. And I thought... why not do it with clothes in your hand? I told Rocket Scientist to make a game out of it, and he caught on to my idea in a flash. He chased after Bug and got the rest of his onesie on (the snaps on the bottom) and Bug fussed and wined and came running to me. I gave him a quick hug and he saw Rocket Scientist running past in a come-get-me way, and Bug knew that run. I put him down and Bug started chasing Rocket Scientist. The first couple of items of clothes he got on him Bug had to come back to me for a hug cause he was upset that Rocket Scientist got another item of clothing on, but eventually he caught on to the game. Instead of screaming and anger and frustration flying through the house, we heard laughter, and giggles, and love filling the darkest corner. I was so proud of myself, and hopefully (now that we figrued it out) Sunday mornings will be like this from now on, and not tantrum central.
Since Rocket Scientist is working graveyard, on the weekends when he doesn't work, he has to keep up his schedule, so he stays up all night. He can get ready for church while we are all asleep. He did that today cause we had to go early for a choir rehearsal. He forced me awake, and I got in the shower wondering what we were going to do today to get Bug up and ready for the day. Keeping in mind that Bug insists especially on Sunday for some reason that I dress him. It isn't very helpful for any of us cause Rocket Scientist is already ready and I still need to get dressed and put together. Rocket Scientist is the perfect person to get Bug ready, but the past month or so, Bug throws a fit whenever Rocket Scientist tries to do anything for him.
Surprisingly enough, after Bug came wandering through the door rubbing his eyes (he is kind of like me when it comes to waking up...) we actually got him eating his food without too much trauma. It was after that when the real test was to come. I was still putting on make up and I still needed to do my hair when Bug was eating. I was trying to get all the things done that I'm still learning how to do (blow-dryer... make-up... jewelry... things girls usually learn when they are a teenager but at the time when I was a tom-boy...) and do it fast. After Bug was done eating, I was surprised he let Rocket Scientist change his diaper. But he insisted that I dress him. I wouldn't stand for it. I was still trying to do my hair and I needed to brush my teeth as well. This was around 15 mins. before we had to leave. Bug was running away from Rocket Scientist cause he wanted me to dress him. Then the wonderful idea came to me...
Rocket Scientist and Bug love to play "hide and seek" in the house. They chase each-other around and have a wonderful time. I love watching them. And I thought... why not do it with clothes in your hand? I told Rocket Scientist to make a game out of it, and he caught on to my idea in a flash. He chased after Bug and got the rest of his onesie on (the snaps on the bottom) and Bug fussed and wined and came running to me. I gave him a quick hug and he saw Rocket Scientist running past in a come-get-me way, and Bug knew that run. I put him down and Bug started chasing Rocket Scientist. The first couple of items of clothes he got on him Bug had to come back to me for a hug cause he was upset that Rocket Scientist got another item of clothing on, but eventually he caught on to the game. Instead of screaming and anger and frustration flying through the house, we heard laughter, and giggles, and love filling the darkest corner. I was so proud of myself, and hopefully (now that we figrued it out) Sunday mornings will be like this from now on, and not tantrum central.
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