Deal

I'm peeved.
Earlier, I was elated.
But now I'm peeved.

And that's all you're going to get right now.

Do I flirt too much?

It has recently been brought to my attention (again), that I flirt with people, all the time.
Now, in my defense, I do not intend to flirt with people all the time, I think my natural tendencies for communication just seem like flirting to the untrained eye.
Though, no matter how many times I try to explain this to my "accusers", the more they insist that I am a flirt. C'est la vie I suppose.

How you doin'?

Teddy Grahams

I went to the Temple this morning, something I've been meaning to do for the past few days, and ran into a girl I knew from High School.  She was there with her parents, receiving her own endowments, it was pretty cool to see her again, and on such a special day!
During the session, one of the ladies I was sitting by smelled like Teddy Grahams, so naturally, when I went home, I had to stop at the store and buy some for myself.  I haven't had them in years, and remembered loving them as a kid.  They aren't quite as swell as I remember, but they're still good.

2 in one day?

To continue on with my cooking attempts, I ventured into the world of biscotti.
Biscotti needs to be baked twice, once as a "loaf" and then once after the pieces are cut and separated so as to properly dry them out.

Kelly informed me that the loaves smelled good, but looked pretty nasty (Seemed to be a trend for my cooking that day).
After letting the biscotti sit for the allotted time, I cut it and put it back in the oven.  After about half the time it was supposed to bake for the second time, I noticed a faint burning smell (my luck can't be that bad can it?), so I checked it, and sure enough, some of the edges had a distinct charcoal color on them.  Deeming them as done as they were going to get, I removed them from the oven and let them cool.  Somehow, the edges were overdone, and the middles were not quite as hard as they were supposed to be.

I can't wait to see how my next attempt at something turns out.

yay for ambition

It may come as a shock to some that I like tofu.
I do.  No joke.
I'm sure most of you either made an involuntary face of disgust, or actually voiced your displeasure with words such as "Yuck", "Eww", or "Gross".

I have never ventured into the world of cooking tofu for myself however, that is, until yesterday.  I was at the store. It was on sale. It found its way into my cart, and I let it come home with me.
Now, I don't know if any of you have made tofu before, but let me just say that my first attempt was....dismal.
The marinade I found and used, was....not delicious, to say the least.  To top it off, while I was cooking it, I placed the bag with the remaining tofu and marinade next to me, and it proceeded to spill all over the floor.

Normally, I'd be slightly discouraged, however, it seemed very fitting that my food even seemed to sense that it wasn't good enough to be consumed and tried to commit suicide.

Riddle me this...

just how lucky am I to have the people I have in my life?

Incredibly.

Now, I would like to preface this post by emphasizing what I'm sure most of you know about me, and that is that I do not like drama.  I don't.  I am a very no-nonsense type of individual, I dislike having to deal with stupidity (from myself and others alike) and I just don't like having to put up with crap.

Okay, now that that is taken care of, here it goes....my area of drama is trying to return.

I'm sure some of you remember Creeper, I've even mentioned recently that we were matched on a dating service.  I was quite clear, was I not, that I did not want to speak to him ever again?  Sorry, but I just don't do crazy.

Kelly's friend Gabby (who helped us figure out that this guy is certifiable on our last encounter) received a facebook message from Creeper today.  He wanted to know if it would be all right if he could call me.

EXCUSE ME?

Gabby quickly replied that she thought I was seeing someone (I may have to name my first child after Gabby, she's brilliant).

Apparently he was pleading with her, saying he thought I seemed like a really cool girl.

She said the guy I am seeing thought so too.

I hope this imaginary guy who I'm apparently dating is big and protective, because if I ever have to see Creeper again, I'm going to let him attack.

A terrible thing to waste

The mind is such an incredible thing.
It can recall sights, sounds, smells, tastes, pains, frustrations, joys, sorrows and countless other feelings and impressions.
I am amazed at the clarity with which I can recall a trip to the beach, the smell of the salty sea air, the sound of the waves crashing on the shore, the feel of the sand under my feet and my feeling of immense nothingness. Feeling so small looking out across those rolling waves at the horizon.  Wanting to be swallowed up in it all.
I remember exploring forests, trails, nooks and crannies, walking late at night, staring up into the vast heavens and posing questions to the void.  I can recall my feelings of anxiety, anticipation and wonder as my questions were answered.
I can summon happy memories, feelings of serenity, past compliments, times of confidence and words of inspiration when I do not feel inspired or confident.
I can smell fresh cut grass on a hot summers day even in the middle of winter, smell the  rain on the pavement during a period when clouds have fled the sky, breathe deeply from your memories, it will lift your spirits!
Our minds can do a great many things, but only if we keep them active and alert, don't let yours fall idly by the wayside.  Afterall, a mind is a terrible thing to waste.