Live Life
Friday, July 2, 2010
Her Thoughts
Saturday, May 22, 2010
The Finer Things in Life.
We want the finer things in life. An elegant dress, the fancy restaurant, polished manners, the perfect date. There's nothing wrong with it. It is wonderful in fact. I spent this evening in a coffee shop. As I sipped my ice coffee and enjoyed myself for once this week, I picked up a a copy of Life: The classic collaboration. A compendium of photographs from the entirety of the company's existence were found between the leaves of pages. The best photos and photographers who had caught life at it's hardest, simplest and most beautiful moments. I lingered on the black and white photos from the mid 1940's Pictures of famous actresses between scenes; artists, unsuspected in the lures of life; and the poverty stricken scenes from a war ravaged country.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Garden breakfast sandwich
I love extremely simple things! And, contrary to my childhood, vegetables!!
Thursday, December 31, 2009
New year's Dilemma #1
Here is my dilemma: I love food.
Couple that with my favorite hobby, which happens to be food, and there you find a bad combination for a famous new year’s resolution.
I can’t help it and refuse to decline from it. I love food. I love cooking it, I love eating it, and I ‘ve recently rediscovered my love of baking! So how do I lose 50 pounds and still eat like the food junkie I am?
Just a second, to get things clear, let me explain my self. I love to taste. Taste is, I must say one of my favorite senses. Its that explosion of taste in my mouth that gives me pure glee. For example, I made fresh tomato pasta one night. You wouldn’t believe how simple it is. I mean the ingredients are quite literally tomato and herb! Even with simplicity, there is so much taste. Savour it with me. The tomato is juicy and slightly tangy. Your tongue plays with hints of parsley and thyme, and oregano! The herb is so fragrant, you can smell it from inside the cavities of your mouth.
You see, with such a delectable dish how could I, how could anyone torture themselves with a month long commitment to canned soup?
That’s just part of it. What of the cooking? I love cooking. Its wonderful to smell each ingredient as it is chopped on the cutting board and placed in a pot or pan. The crisp sizzle of olive oil and vegetables is delightful. The sound holds delectable notes of tasty things to come. The smells are wonderful, my kitchen erupts with aromas. After the preparation, the house smells of warm delicacies long after the meal has ended.
Then there’s baking....I could go on and on about this subject.... Food is not something to gourge on, that’s not what I’m trying to convey at all, but it is meant to be enjoyed. My favorite quote about food comes form the movie Kate & Leopold.
Leopold says that food is art. It is brought to the table and displayed for all to see and to taste. Because the art does not stop at sight, but becomes art for the tongue.
There is the underlying reason of why I love food, because it is art that touches so many senses. It practically becomes absorbed in your whole being. Sight, smell, taste, touch, even the sense of hearing, well, that is if the chef allows you in the kitchen. And no one can appreciate it most than it’s maker, the cook.
With a love affair like mine, how, why do I put mysef through torture? The why is easy. I need to lose 50 pounds for my self esteem. But how? I’ll let you know as soon as I clear out my pantry of soups.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Dirt
I associate dirt with the early childhood of young boys. Boys, Dirt, it just goes together. I am like my mother in that I am a clean freak. It's really not hard to believe. My motto is,"Everything has its place and should be put back when not used!" Dirt just belongs outside on the ground, underneath my shoes. It should not be on me, my pants or on top of my shoes and heaven forbid if I find more than necessary inside my home!
I found an article about research a group of scientists have discovered about our germ-i-o- phobe society. Children should play in the dirt. Lay off on the germ-x and go for the mud. Scientists discovered that the bacteria in dirt builds up a child's immunity. A number one reason, I think why we have allergies and annoying skin conditions like eczema. I myself am victim to both, and yet try to live in a blissful ignorance of the fact.
The medication makes my skin age faster than normal, bleh! and if it doesn't, it just does not work! Now I find that the solution is simple, to just play in the dirt! Well, I wish it was that simple. The thought of building mud pies is great when one you're five. But not at 21! I wonder if mud masque facials count?
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Sized for Deception
Here is my idea figure. Ridiculous, isn't it. I'm not kidding. I don't know any woman who is ever "kidding" about her outer appearance. We may pretend to kid, but deep down there is always some unsettling feeling that makes our unsatisfaction quicken.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Coming to Terms With Self
Old, no, I'm not old, but I've grown. It's been one year and a month since Chris and I were married. It was a happy year, full of change, excitement, even tears and sadness. It's enligtening, I find, to be thinking of the years in review. Thinking about what I once was as compared to now. I'm sure my friends see it. I'm not the shy young girl hiding behind books but a fully realized woman. I'm more apt to talk for one, I have more opinnions and don't fail share them with anyone around me. It was happiness that changed me. I find confidence in myself that I never knew was there. I find that I'm an actual person. It's strange how love changes things. Love and happiness, that Is.
A year ago, I had an agenda. I was to finish college, become an emerging artist, and be halfway, if not through a whole novel. I'm totally different. I've only finished my AA and oddly enough, I'm okay with that. Where once I thought that a degree means everything in this world including personal standing, now I think of moral standings and everything but intellect. I've finished a total of 3 canvases in the past year, not quite enough to make a name for myself. Those 3 canvases now hang on various walls in my house, or in my lesson area, all for my benefit. How selfish is that! And that novel, has about 4 pages to it, where in the last paragraph I lost my whole reason for writing.
I'm not the same person. I've changed more over the last few years than I've ever done in my whole life. For once in my life, I am certain about my future. I found that I love teaching. Perhaps that was the very gift that God gave me, but for all my selfish motives desired to cover it up, with so called, "declarations of independence." Contrary to what my mother told me, I love being the housewife. Here's the part where all the housewives tell me, "Just you wait another couple years!" But really, I love making the home, pleasing and comfortable. My motive, my husband. With all the stress he has had (good stress) he deserves to come home and unwind in a clean and uncluttered home. We have no worries about finances, a huge blessing! We are even looking to buy our first home in one year! The rest of my college career is planned out and waiting to happen. I have no complaints. I can't even complain about the weather.
I know, it will happen. All those not so wonderful moments in life, but maybe I'll remember that life's really not that bad in a larger view. In fact, It's pretty amazing.