Three days, three craft stores, a ton of floral wire, a tacky glue mess, more glitter than a gay club, numb bum from sitting on the floor, and tired, purple fingers I have finished my Halloween wreath. I couldn't be more excited about it.
It probably would have been less stressful-and cheaper-to just buy a ready made wreath-I only had a vague idea of what I wanted it to look like so I bought whatever looked cute-I must admit I'm pretty happy with how this turned out. I don't know why, but I think the fact it's busy is what makes it work and I'm super happy with the results.
What say ye?
Friday, September 30, 2011
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
hallowthanksmas
I remember a time-eleven years to be exact-when I would get weird looks for telling people I was prepping my Halloween costume in August. I was Aurora that year-my mom made the pattern for my (blue) dress from scratch using the patterns for a wedding dress, a little kid's Disney Princess pattern, and her brain to make it work. Yes, my mom is that boss.
My my how things have changed. My friend Liss mentioned on Facebook this week she wanted to make a Halloween wreath. I commented that I would like to make one too-because in this age of zombies and gore it's next to impossible to find a cute, whimsical Halloween anything. We decided to go Tuesday after her class.
What little Halloween stuff we could find behind the Christmas crap had either been picked clean through, was on 40% sale, or final clearance. An entire MONTH before Halloween. Great deals for me and my friend, but talk about putting the horse before the cart!
The lesson I learned is this: people are WAY too eager to get to Christmas, and waiting until September 27th to look for stuff to make a Halloween wreath may seem reasonable, but it is both unwise and like waiting until Christmas Eve to start your shopping. Looks like I was onto something eleven years ago and will need to start planning for Halloween in August--or better yet-July.
What happened to celebrating each holiday and enjoying what each had to offer? Now we just burn through them in eager anticipation of the next. It's sick I tell you, sick.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Saturday, September 17, 2011
mama mel's super easy rice pilaf and kristen's grilled brussel sprouts
After my traumatizing revelation (on my birthday of all days), I regained the resolve to get my body back. Believe it or not I was not always the blob you all know and love-I did have an actual figure at one point. I just love food WAY too much and don't love the gym enough.
So last night I decided that grilled chicken was the way to go. Mr. Wonderful thinks I'm weird, but I was raised that a meal consisted of a protein, a vegetable, and a starch. So I put him in charge of choosing the veggies and picked up some lovely chicken breasts and the fixin's for my mom's rice pilaf. Once you try this you will never make it from the box again. Although this is the recipe I learned-I would imagine you can make it with any ingredients you want-the technique is all the same. I didn't think to take pictures until the end so you're gonna have to use your imagination on the prep steps.
Momma Mel's super easy rice pilaf (serves 2-4)
1/2 lb Crimini mushrooms (Liss, I'm sure you could sub zucchini or artichoke hearts for these. If you play around let me know what you come up with.)
1 medium yellow onion, diced
1-2 cloves of chopped garlic-depending on how big they are
2 stalks celery, diced (optional-but I like the crunch and texture they add.)
Rice prepared according to package directions (I use brown minute rice because of my inability to not burn regular rice)
Olive oil (my mom uses butter cause she's old school, but I'm trying to keep it figure friendly)
salt and pepper (S&P)
Prepare rice according to directions. Set aside.
Heat medium sized sauce pan over medium heat, add a few tablespoons olive oil (I usually go around the pan once or twice), and a pinch of salt. When oil is warm-NOT hot, add onions and celery. Sweat onions and celery until they are tender-we aren't using these in a white sauce or soup, so if they have a little color, that's ok. You just don't want them sauteed. Once onions and celery are tender, add mushrooms, garlic, and a little more S&P* to pan. I usually need to add a little more olive oil to cook the mushrooms, but this is all to taste. (Cook's note on garlic: be VERY careful when you're cooking garlic as it burns in the blink of an eye. I always add it very last regardless of what the recipe calls for and NEVER cook it over high heat. Try to keep it on medium to low whenever possible.)
Once mushrooms and garlic are cooked, push all veggies to the side and add rice.
heat rice through and add a little color with the residual oil in pan, then combine with veggies. Taste for seasoning, add more S&P if needed.
This dish is great with poultry and pork. Even BETTER on the next day.
Cook time: 20 minutes if you're using minute rice.
Mr. Wonderful rating: went back for seconds
*Most people wonder why their food still tastes bland although they follow the recipe. The secret is to taste and season your food with each step (unless you're dealing with raw meat-duh). The goal is to build flavor as you go. I add salt and pepper with each step rather than a ton at the end. You're cooking-it's allowed, even expected that you're tasting and checking for seasoning as you go. No one likes to serve a dish when they don't know how it tastes. As long as you're tasting it you can tweak it however you need to. Always start small and build. Anyone who's over salted a dish will tell you that you can always add more, but once you've gone too far you're S.O.L.
Brussels Sprouts get a bad rap. They are one of my favorites and not just for Thanksgiving anymore! I cook these several ways, but Mr. Wonderful managed to find HUGE ones I decided to grill them instead of caramelize them on the stove like I usually do. They turned out so well I may just I refuse to put my grill away so I can make them outside for a while. If you don't want to grill 'em outside you can use your grill pan.
Kristen's Grilled Brussels Sprouts
*you can make as many or as little of these as you like-it's pretty impossible to mess this up.
Brussels Sprouts (I usually can't find them in bulk so I have to buy them in the 1-2lb prepackaged mesh bags. Those usually yield 2-6 servings depending on how much you serve and if you have to fight to keep the grazers at bay like me.)
1/4-1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2-1 teaspoon pepper
2-4 Tbsp Olive Oil
With a paring knife prep sprouts-trim bottoms (be sure to only cut off a little, you want them to stay together) and remove any wilted top leaves. Using a prep knife cut in half length-wise-you can use the paring knife to cut them if they're small, but I always recommend using the right tool for the job at hand.)
Place halves in a colander and rinse quickly with cool water and drain.
Put oil and S&P in medium to large bowl and lightly whisk together (keep in mind you will need room to toss the brussels sprouts).
Place drained sprouts in bowl and gently coat with oil mixture, adding more oil if necessary-they should look wet but NOT saturated-you are only adding enough moisture so they will steam as they are on the grill.
(Be careful with the sprouts as they will fall apart if you toss too hard-some leaves is normal-I always taste those to make sure my seasoning is on.)
Place sprouts cut side down on the grill and cook over medium heat. You want grill marks on the cut ends so
only turn once*. These will burn quickly so you will have to baby sit them.
Remove from grill and serve or you can add grated Parmesan/Romano cheese if you're feeling extra scandalous.
Prep time: 20 minutes
Mr. Wonderful rating: I have to threaten him with his life to leave leftovers for lunch.
*Cooks note: I prefer my vegetables to still have a little bite to them once they're done, but if you prefer a softer veggie do a quick blanch before you coat in oil and put on the grill.
So last night I decided that grilled chicken was the way to go. Mr. Wonderful thinks I'm weird, but I was raised that a meal consisted of a protein, a vegetable, and a starch. So I put him in charge of choosing the veggies and picked up some lovely chicken breasts and the fixin's for my mom's rice pilaf. Once you try this you will never make it from the box again. Although this is the recipe I learned-I would imagine you can make it with any ingredients you want-the technique is all the same. I didn't think to take pictures until the end so you're gonna have to use your imagination on the prep steps.
Momma Mel's super easy rice pilaf (serves 2-4)
1/2 lb Crimini mushrooms (Liss, I'm sure you could sub zucchini or artichoke hearts for these. If you play around let me know what you come up with.)
1 medium yellow onion, diced
1-2 cloves of chopped garlic-depending on how big they are
2 stalks celery, diced (optional-but I like the crunch and texture they add.)
Rice prepared according to package directions (I use brown minute rice because of my inability to not burn regular rice)
Olive oil (my mom uses butter cause she's old school, but I'm trying to keep it figure friendly)
salt and pepper (S&P)
Prepare rice according to directions. Set aside.
Heat medium sized sauce pan over medium heat, add a few tablespoons olive oil (I usually go around the pan once or twice), and a pinch of salt. When oil is warm-NOT hot, add onions and celery. Sweat onions and celery until they are tender-we aren't using these in a white sauce or soup, so if they have a little color, that's ok. You just don't want them sauteed. Once onions and celery are tender, add mushrooms, garlic, and a little more S&P* to pan. I usually need to add a little more olive oil to cook the mushrooms, but this is all to taste. (Cook's note on garlic: be VERY careful when you're cooking garlic as it burns in the blink of an eye. I always add it very last regardless of what the recipe calls for and NEVER cook it over high heat. Try to keep it on medium to low whenever possible.)
Once mushrooms and garlic are cooked, push all veggies to the side and add rice.
heat rice through and add a little color with the residual oil in pan, then combine with veggies. Taste for seasoning, add more S&P if needed.
This dish is great with poultry and pork. Even BETTER on the next day.
Cook time: 20 minutes if you're using minute rice.
Mr. Wonderful rating: went back for seconds
*Most people wonder why their food still tastes bland although they follow the recipe. The secret is to taste and season your food with each step (unless you're dealing with raw meat-duh). The goal is to build flavor as you go. I add salt and pepper with each step rather than a ton at the end. You're cooking-it's allowed, even expected that you're tasting and checking for seasoning as you go. No one likes to serve a dish when they don't know how it tastes. As long as you're tasting it you can tweak it however you need to. Always start small and build. Anyone who's over salted a dish will tell you that you can always add more, but once you've gone too far you're S.O.L.
Brussels Sprouts get a bad rap. They are one of my favorites and not just for Thanksgiving anymore! I cook these several ways, but Mr. Wonderful managed to find HUGE ones I decided to grill them instead of caramelize them on the stove like I usually do. They turned out so well I may just I refuse to put my grill away so I can make them outside for a while. If you don't want to grill 'em outside you can use your grill pan.
Kristen's Grilled Brussels Sprouts
*you can make as many or as little of these as you like-it's pretty impossible to mess this up.
Brussels Sprouts (I usually can't find them in bulk so I have to buy them in the 1-2lb prepackaged mesh bags. Those usually yield 2-6 servings depending on how much you serve and if you have to fight to keep the grazers at bay like me.)
1/4-1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2-1 teaspoon pepper
2-4 Tbsp Olive Oil
With a paring knife prep sprouts-trim bottoms (be sure to only cut off a little, you want them to stay together) and remove any wilted top leaves. Using a prep knife cut in half length-wise-you can use the paring knife to cut them if they're small, but I always recommend using the right tool for the job at hand.)
Place halves in a colander and rinse quickly with cool water and drain.
Put oil and S&P in medium to large bowl and lightly whisk together (keep in mind you will need room to toss the brussels sprouts).
Place drained sprouts in bowl and gently coat with oil mixture, adding more oil if necessary-they should look wet but NOT saturated-you are only adding enough moisture so they will steam as they are on the grill.
(Be careful with the sprouts as they will fall apart if you toss too hard-some leaves is normal-I always taste those to make sure my seasoning is on.)
Place sprouts cut side down on the grill and cook over medium heat. You want grill marks on the cut ends so
only turn once*. These will burn quickly so you will have to baby sit them.
Remove from grill and serve or you can add grated Parmesan/Romano cheese if you're feeling extra scandalous.
Prep time: 20 minutes
Mr. Wonderful rating: I have to threaten him with his life to leave leftovers for lunch.
*Cooks note: I prefer my vegetables to still have a little bite to them once they're done, but if you prefer a softer veggie do a quick blanch before you coat in oil and put on the grill.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
did you know?
Many cool (and not so cool) people were born today.
People like
Just a tip for the rest of you-unless you are a size 0 do not, I repeat do NOT get your BMI and body fat analysis done on your birthday. I was just bludgeoned with how much work I have to do (in the interest of full disclosure and to make up for yesterday I'm gonna tell you--but only if you promise not to judge me please! 26 BMI 33% body fat...boo on both counts so there is no birthday cake for me tonight!!).
People like
Tommy Lee Jones |
Merlin Olsen |
Heidi Montag- I did say some not so cool people, didn't I? |
Oliver Stone |
Prince Harry-I knew that I liked him for a reason. :) |
And last but not least, the cute little blonde girl on the right:
Who grew up to be the cute brunette girl you all love:
Just a tip for the rest of you-unless you are a size 0 do not, I repeat do NOT get your BMI and body fat analysis done on your birthday. I was just bludgeoned with how much work I have to do (in the interest of full disclosure and to make up for yesterday I'm gonna tell you--but only if you promise not to judge me please! 26 BMI 33% body fat...boo on both counts so there is no birthday cake for me tonight!!).
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
shout it from the rooftops
Have you ever had news you want to share but don't because you want to keep it all for yourself? It's news so wonderful, so so special that you want to shout it from the roof tops but you just can't...because it's so wonderful, so special?
I never did. Until yesterday. It's a strange feeling. Especially for me because I'm an open book-you all know this. This feeling is entirely new to me, but I think I kinda like it.
Something happened to me yesterday that is wonderful. Something that I have waited not-so patiently for a long time.
When it first happened my initial impulse was to run through the streets screaming the wonderful news to the world like a banshee-which was then immediately followed by the intent desire to keep it where I felt it should be-between myself and the parties involved. I want to remember every word, thought, feeling, and reaction involved; and keep it all to myself to relish over again and again without muddying it up by sharing it with people not involved.
I hate posts like this, and I'm sorry for whetting your appetite and then not telling (no I'm not engaged). I just had to share something with someone; otherwise I knew would explode from happiness.
Life is good, God is great, and true happiness does come to those who wait.
I never did. Until yesterday. It's a strange feeling. Especially for me because I'm an open book-you all know this. This feeling is entirely new to me, but I think I kinda like it.
Something happened to me yesterday that is wonderful. Something that I have waited not-so patiently for a long time.
When it first happened my initial impulse was to run through the streets screaming the wonderful news to the world like a banshee-which was then immediately followed by the intent desire to keep it where I felt it should be-between myself and the parties involved. I want to remember every word, thought, feeling, and reaction involved; and keep it all to myself to relish over again and again without muddying it up by sharing it with people not involved.
I hate posts like this, and I'm sorry for whetting your appetite and then not telling (no I'm not engaged). I just had to share something with someone; otherwise I knew would explode from happiness.
Life is good, God is great, and true happiness does come to those who wait.
Monday, September 12, 2011
my favorite time of year
I don't know if you have felt it yet, but I have. That magical 'click' when the seasons change. Yes, I know it's still warm, and yes I know there's still the potential for it to still get hot, but there's no denying it. Autumn is just around the corner, and it's the best time of the year.
This weekend my parents were in town (hooray!) and we had a busy weekend filled with the State Fair-better people watching than Wal-mart-Jeff Foxworthy was SO right, eating awesome food at the Greek Festival (you missed out if you didn't go), and Mr. Wonderful and I drove up to Snowbird for some brats at Oktoberfest-it's still going on for three more weekends! Even if you don't drink beer it's worth the drive and lots for fun to just walk around. But don't forget a jacket like I did otherwise you'll be cold and miserable or pumping out $60 for a Snowbird sweatshirt like me. It was a busy weekend, but the best I've had in a LONG time.
I swear all the best things happen in Autumn-the State Fair, the Greek Festival, Oktoberfest, Halloween, Thanksgiving, the leaves change and it becomes cute clothes and boot weather, and most importantly--my birthday.
Yes folks in just two short days I will be 31. Don't ask me what I have planned, because it's not that big of a deal-besides I have no idea. Trying not to freak out about the milestones I thought I would have hit is probably top of my list, although I know it's ridiculous. The most I can say in my defense is I have ALWAYS been this way-ALWAYS been well aware and worried about how quickly time goes by. It's always worse around my birthday as that's when I usually stop long enough to take stock of my life.
Although it's hasn't always been easy and it isn't the path I would have chosen, I'm grateful for it nonetheless. It's made me who I am, and I wouldn't change THAT for anything in the world.
This weekend my parents were in town (hooray!) and we had a busy weekend filled with the State Fair-better people watching than Wal-mart-Jeff Foxworthy was SO right, eating awesome food at the Greek Festival (you missed out if you didn't go), and Mr. Wonderful and I drove up to Snowbird for some brats at Oktoberfest-it's still going on for three more weekends! Even if you don't drink beer it's worth the drive and lots for fun to just walk around. But don't forget a jacket like I did otherwise you'll be cold and miserable or pumping out $60 for a Snowbird sweatshirt like me. It was a busy weekend, but the best I've had in a LONG time.
I swear all the best things happen in Autumn-the State Fair, the Greek Festival, Oktoberfest, Halloween, Thanksgiving, the leaves change and it becomes cute clothes and boot weather, and most importantly--my birthday.
Yes folks in just two short days I will be 31. Don't ask me what I have planned, because it's not that big of a deal-besides I have no idea. Trying not to freak out about the milestones I thought I would have hit is probably top of my list, although I know it's ridiculous. The most I can say in my defense is I have ALWAYS been this way-ALWAYS been well aware and worried about how quickly time goes by. It's always worse around my birthday as that's when I usually stop long enough to take stock of my life.
Although it's hasn't always been easy and it isn't the path I would have chosen, I'm grateful for it nonetheless. It's made me who I am, and I wouldn't change THAT for anything in the world.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
an entire decade
It's hard to believe it's been an entire decade since 9-11. Hard to believe how much and how little we have changed as a country. Hard to believe how quickly so many people have forgotten how it felt to watch that day unfold. I am lucky; I didn't lose anyone that day, but I know people who did. My dad lost two of his close childhood friends-one was a policeman, the other was a firefighter.
I can still remember that day like it was yesterday.
I was lying in bed enjoying the fact I didn't have class that morning, but trying to milk every last second before I HAD to finally get up for work. It was a beautiful morning, and I remember thinking to myself how nice the day was shaping up to be. Just as I was giving in and getting up I heard my sister call out to my mom in terror, "MOM! There's another one flying into the building!" I went out to the living room and watched in disbelief. I remember hoping everyone would be ok, but then feeling ridiculous for doing so. I knew there were already lives lost and that the number was only going to go up. I remember asking my mom who Osama Bin Laden was and telling her he just started World War III. I immediately became afraid of what was to come-namely the draft being reinstated and having to send my brothers and boyfriend off to war.
My employees and I jerry-rigged an antenna for the television we had at work, and the news was on all day. I remember customers coming in not caring about the new releases like they normally did on Tuesdays, but rather what was playing out on the 14" TV on the counter. That's when I heard about Flight 93 and the attack on the Pentagon.
I was in rehearsals for 'The Music Man', and the mood was very distracted and somber. Our stage manager was from New York, and because of the jammed telephone lines she did not find out her family was safe until almost twelve hours later. I remember seeing the stress and the pain on her face and the helplessness I felt being able to do nothing to comfort her.
I had managed to not cry the entire day, until that evening sitting on my parents couch in the arms of Superman Lover. It was there watching yet another recap of the day that the weight of everything hit me and I finally cried for all the loss that had occurred as well as being afraid of what lied ahead. The Salt Lake Olympics were a mere five months away-I was afraid we were going to have a big bullseye on our back.
In the weeks and months that followed I remember the fear, and the heightened security everywhere, the consipracies, and all that garbage, but what I remember most is how patriotic and unified we were. I was grateful for that.
Every year my heart hurts just as it did on the original day. I hope we as a country never forget. I don't think I could if I tried.
I can still remember that day like it was yesterday.
I was lying in bed enjoying the fact I didn't have class that morning, but trying to milk every last second before I HAD to finally get up for work. It was a beautiful morning, and I remember thinking to myself how nice the day was shaping up to be. Just as I was giving in and getting up I heard my sister call out to my mom in terror, "MOM! There's another one flying into the building!" I went out to the living room and watched in disbelief. I remember hoping everyone would be ok, but then feeling ridiculous for doing so. I knew there were already lives lost and that the number was only going to go up. I remember asking my mom who Osama Bin Laden was and telling her he just started World War III. I immediately became afraid of what was to come-namely the draft being reinstated and having to send my brothers and boyfriend off to war.
My employees and I jerry-rigged an antenna for the television we had at work, and the news was on all day. I remember customers coming in not caring about the new releases like they normally did on Tuesdays, but rather what was playing out on the 14" TV on the counter. That's when I heard about Flight 93 and the attack on the Pentagon.
I was in rehearsals for 'The Music Man', and the mood was very distracted and somber. Our stage manager was from New York, and because of the jammed telephone lines she did not find out her family was safe until almost twelve hours later. I remember seeing the stress and the pain on her face and the helplessness I felt being able to do nothing to comfort her.
I had managed to not cry the entire day, until that evening sitting on my parents couch in the arms of Superman Lover. It was there watching yet another recap of the day that the weight of everything hit me and I finally cried for all the loss that had occurred as well as being afraid of what lied ahead. The Salt Lake Olympics were a mere five months away-I was afraid we were going to have a big bullseye on our back.
In the weeks and months that followed I remember the fear, and the heightened security everywhere, the consipracies, and all that garbage, but what I remember most is how patriotic and unified we were. I was grateful for that.
Every year my heart hurts just as it did on the original day. I hope we as a country never forget. I don't think I could if I tried.
Tuesday, September 06, 2011
is it convenient for you now?
Today I got an email from someone that I literally haven't spoken to in five years. FIVE. Normally these surprises are welcomed, but it was one of THOSE emails-you all know what I'm talking about, the "hey, we haven't been in the same room since 2005, let alone talked, but hey let's all get together like nothing has changed and I haven't been the self-absorbed, worst friend imaginable."
I understand friendship is a two-way street, and for the first few years I tried to keep up my end-emails, birthday wishes, Christmas cards with the annual update, very simple, but very easy to reciprocate usual-all to no avail. Then I just decided to stop being the one who cared. That's when something happened. I realized I didn't miss them. I didn't miss the way I managed to leave their presence feeling less than a person because I wasn't married and popping out babies. I didn't miss feeling that I needed to survive rather than enjoy their presence. I didn't miss putting on my fake smile and pretending I was OK with the fact that although I had managed to keep myself somewhat informed about what was going on in their lives they had no idea what was going on with mine-which is shocking because in case you haven't noticed I'm a pretty open book...
I'm just bugged. REALLY bugged by the fact that they are acting like we have all stayed these great friends all this time and we can just pick up where they decided to drop off. Yeah, THAT'S not happening. At least not for me. Nothing bothers me more as a single lady (put your hands up!) then when friends get married and start families they immediately become too "busy" associate with their single friends. It's more like they become too bothered.
I realize I'm letting this bother me WAY more than I should, but come on. If I was really that important to you in the first place you would MAKE time for me in your life-even if it's only a text on my birthday and a card at Christmas, right? It shouldn't matter if you're married, single, living across the country, or having a child every year. If someone is important to you you MAKE TIME for them, not just expect them to come running when you call. I know this because I have several people in my life who have kept me around after all the life-changing stuff and don't treat me like it's a burden or weird to have me around because we're in different stages of our lives. Just because I'm not where you are doesn't make me less of a person. I'm sick of people who are supposed to be my "friends" treating me like a leper.
ok, end of rant....
I understand friendship is a two-way street, and for the first few years I tried to keep up my end-emails, birthday wishes, Christmas cards with the annual update, very simple, but very easy to reciprocate usual-all to no avail. Then I just decided to stop being the one who cared. That's when something happened. I realized I didn't miss them. I didn't miss the way I managed to leave their presence feeling less than a person because I wasn't married and popping out babies. I didn't miss feeling that I needed to survive rather than enjoy their presence. I didn't miss putting on my fake smile and pretending I was OK with the fact that although I had managed to keep myself somewhat informed about what was going on in their lives they had no idea what was going on with mine-which is shocking because in case you haven't noticed I'm a pretty open book...
I'm just bugged. REALLY bugged by the fact that they are acting like we have all stayed these great friends all this time and we can just pick up where they decided to drop off. Yeah, THAT'S not happening. At least not for me. Nothing bothers me more as a single lady (put your hands up!) then when friends get married and start families they immediately become too "busy" associate with their single friends. It's more like they become too bothered.
I realize I'm letting this bother me WAY more than I should, but come on. If I was really that important to you in the first place you would MAKE time for me in your life-even if it's only a text on my birthday and a card at Christmas, right? It shouldn't matter if you're married, single, living across the country, or having a child every year. If someone is important to you you MAKE TIME for them, not just expect them to come running when you call. I know this because I have several people in my life who have kept me around after all the life-changing stuff and don't treat me like it's a burden or weird to have me around because we're in different stages of our lives. Just because I'm not where you are doesn't make me less of a person. I'm sick of people who are supposed to be my "friends" treating me like a leper.
ok, end of rant....
Friday, September 02, 2011
the masculine mr. wonderful
Apparently I'm completely daft or I have just known him so long I don't see him like everyone else does.
I always have to laugh when I introduce Mr. Wonderful to people. Why? Because their first impression is almost always "wow, he's really manly/masculine".
Not because it isn't true; he is the most positive form of a man's man out there. It's just not the first thing I think of when I think of him. There's a whole shopping list of qualities I think of first:
I always have to laugh when I introduce Mr. Wonderful to people. Why? Because their first impression is almost always "wow, he's really manly/masculine".
Not because it isn't true; he is the most positive form of a man's man out there. It's just not the first thing I think of when I think of him. There's a whole shopping list of qualities I think of first:
kind
patient
loving
considerate
strong
humble
thoughtful
funny
silly
strong
handsome
tender
nerdy-but in a way that makes him impossible not to love
giving
I can go on and on, but I'll refrain. I'll just say manly or not I'm SO happy I can call him mine!
friday confession: hate
It’s Friday.
You know what that means.
Time for another confession.
Todays is heavier than the others so if you don’t read it I’ll understand.
Hatred is evil. Hatred makes my heart hurt.
I read in the news yesterday about a local man who was attacked by five people.
For being gay.
Gay. That’s pretty much the dumbest reason ever to hate someone.
There are people giving their lives so others can have freedom and these people are worried about what this man does behind closed doors. It's just so stupid, they are so stupid.
As if beating the tar out of him wasn’t enough they decided to curb him too. Who does that?! It is so evil and brutal and requires so much hate that only someone with no soul could even contemplate doing it. Just hearing the word makes my stomach turn. Because of that I’m not going to elaborate further. I hope the people responsible are found and are punished to the fullest extent of the law.
I went and saw ‘The Help’ last night.
Although it is brilliant I couldn’t help but cry for those men and women.
I can’t imagine what it must be like to be treated differently for your skin color.
It’s not like they asked for it to be that way.
Although I shed many tears last night I was also grateful I have parents who didn’t raise me to hate, but rather to love.
I can’t say it would have been the case had I grown up in another time or in another place.
I won’t lie.
That scares me.
So much that I try not to think about it.
I’m going to get on my soap box now, please teach your children how to love. Erasing the hate starts at HOME. You aren’t born with the ability to hate, you have to LEARN it. It doesn’t matter if they’re gay, straight, blue, pink, white, purple, atheist, Mormon, Catholic, Baptist, Hindu, Jewish, Agnostic, whatever. We are all someone’s child, parent, or sibling. It’s ok to not agree, but it’s NOT ok to hate.
Please stop the hate.
Did we not learn ANYTHING from the Sneeches? |
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