tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80506134666650951742024-03-13T14:22:35.377-07:00munkeyBlurty little blurts from my messy brain.Brittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12780309135456083455noreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050613466665095174.post-70411318768995564322013-05-06T10:41:00.001-07:002013-05-06T10:41:21.408-07:00Little thingsIt's almost Mother's Day...even though I am a mom I seriously dread this holiday. The cards are expensive and well that one tiny thing of my mom is no longer living. It's hard to celebrate when she is gone. I get all these emails reminding me to get something for my mom...I really hate it. It makes me not want to check my email. <br />
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When my mom passed I tried to keep things that belonged to her...I'm not really a packrat so I don't keep a lot of stuff. I kept these socks...it's been eight years and the socks are getting stretched out...I am sad to get rid of them...they are just socks...but it just seems not fair. <br />
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I don't know what to do with myself. I miss my mom and the cloudy weather today is bringing me down...<br />
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Happy Mother's Day all. Be thoughtful to the ones who have lost maternal family members and enjoy the day for what it is supposed to be appreciation of all her hard work. <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EoxDSYmG3pY/UYfrP517RYI/AAAAAAAAA0A/zttgo-84pNc/s640/blogger-image-1455400309.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EoxDSYmG3pY/UYfrP517RYI/AAAAAAAAA0A/zttgo-84pNc/s640/blogger-image-1455400309.jpg" /></a></div>Brittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12780309135456083455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050613466665095174.post-38671979150219681842012-09-19T16:46:00.000-07:002012-09-19T16:46:54.026-07:00QietlyI am quietly floating through my routine. I feel unworthy to keep a blog...I find it all boring and don't want to bore you....<br />
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I am proud of my kids they are amazing. I will ride their coattails for a while and then formulate a new plan....<br />
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Searching for me.....Brittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12780309135456083455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050613466665095174.post-44374212382857080492011-03-23T15:57:00.000-07:002011-03-23T15:57:22.221-07:00Baby's first haircut<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_D9LuC-J--E/TYp0Q0GFg9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/eDNeyzRmEaM/s1600/IMG_2497.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_D9LuC-J--E/TYp0Q0GFg9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/eDNeyzRmEaM/s200/IMG_2497.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">So Alan and I decided Audrey was beginning to look unkempt</div><div style="text-align: center;">so I sighed and decided I would be brave and take her to get her hair cut</div><div style="text-align: center;">I figure if I am taking a two year old to get her first haircut I want someone who knows what they are doing...</div><div style="text-align: center;">so off to <a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/snippety-crickets-berkeley#query:snippitty%20crickets">Snippety Crickets</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-rnxi5Ty59GM/TYp0VaGzb6I/AAAAAAAAAHc/p-Jznez7DLM/s1600/IMG_2499.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-rnxi5Ty59GM/TYp0VaGzb6I/AAAAAAAAAHc/p-Jznez7DLM/s200/IMG_2499.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I was SO nervous </div><div style="text-align: center;">my stomach was all swirly and I was so afraid her beautiful curls would be gone</div><div style="text-align: center;">but the hairdresser was all ready for us</div><div style="text-align: center;">she did a great job she put my mind at ease and handed Audrey a toy</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-QyarOWFfhZs/TYp0aAtxGlI/AAAAAAAAAHg/82ntixAvqUk/s1600/IMG_2500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-QyarOWFfhZs/TYp0aAtxGlI/AAAAAAAAAHg/82ntixAvqUk/s200/IMG_2500.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">she moved quickly and with precision! this lady was a dream come true!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Audrey held still and never cried! It was amazing</div><div style="text-align: center;">The lady was able to carry through the exact look I wanted. I couldn't be more thrilled. </div><div style="text-align: center;">My sweet little Audrey looks adorable </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-JuR4DUv84Ek/TYp0d6LOzMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dRLFmtkQjhw/s1600/IMG_2503.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-JuR4DUv84Ek/TYp0d6LOzMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dRLFmtkQjhw/s200/IMG_2503.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">See! </div><div style="text-align: center;">they even gave her a lollypop she was thrilled.</div><div style="text-align: center;">and</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-13zRVEUjSEE/TYp0gSmlhnI/AAAAAAAAAHo/d-jLEmmYmY0/s1600/IMG_2504.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-13zRVEUjSEE/TYp0gSmlhnI/AAAAAAAAAHo/d-jLEmmYmY0/s200/IMG_2504.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">curls still intact! thank goodness</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Brittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12780309135456083455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050613466665095174.post-19242000429159743782011-02-08T17:57:00.000-08:002011-02-08T17:57:10.266-08:00NOT Red Velvet cookies<div style="text-align: center;">So I always wondered about Red Velvet cake and other red velvet desserts</div><div style="text-align: center;">Why red? I hate red</div><div style="text-align: center;">Why a whole bottle of food coloring?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Why do most recipes use a cake mix? I'm not that lazy</div><div style="text-align: center;">If I don't want to use food coloring what would i use to still have it taste and look good?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Well today I am having a bad day...</div><div style="text-align: center;">and if you have read any of my blog posts you would know that means it's time to bake</div><div style="text-align: center;">well sometimes it doesn't work out...</div><div style="text-align: center;">being a bad day and all</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DwJ7Aj-Bbo/TVHw123cUQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/A6fywUHyASs/s1600/DSC_0018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DwJ7Aj-Bbo/TVHw123cUQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/A6fywUHyASs/s200/DSC_0018.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">So I decided to try to make something "Blue" Velvet</div><div style="text-align: center;">(being that I don't like red)</div><div style="text-align: center;">Well FAIL!</div><div style="text-align: center;">let's count all the things that went wrong...</div><div style="text-align: center;">1. the cookies were a little over cooked and look black</div><div style="text-align: center;">I swear they are blue</div><div style="text-align: center;">2. They were overcooked because my oven sucks and I can't read the temperature and I think it is off anyway</div><div style="text-align: center;">3. they taste bad because they were over cooked and because they are ugly</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">they look like coal! </div><div style="text-align: center;">I just thought it was important for me to be honest in my blog </div><div style="text-align: center;">and say hey I did not do well at this</div><div style="text-align: center;">this is a good reason why no one does other colors then red</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Why can't I hear their voice?<br />
Why can't I see their face without a photo?<br />
Why don't I dream of them?<br />
Why does it still hurt so much if i can't see them, or hear them, or smell them?<br />
I have the best husband on the face of the planet! Arguably the best!<br />
But I feel alone...I feel abandoned...I feel lost...<br />
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today I want to call their phone number...not because I hope they will answer<br />
but because I want to hear their voicemail...<br />
I want to hear their voice again...I'm not sure how it would help<br />
too bad I'm sure the number has been recycled and now belongs to someone who is home<br />
someone who can answer the phone...<br />
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This post is not meant to make you feel sorry for me...<br />
It is meant to express my inner thoughts that I can't quite seem to express...<br />
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I miss my mom<br />
I miss my dad<br />
I miss their company<br />
I miss calling them when I was having a hard day...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DwJ7Aj-Bbo/TUnkKk3vcqI/AAAAAAAAAFc/6atIRdUu37g/s1600/3314656399_3d3a81b7e2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DwJ7Aj-Bbo/TUnkKk3vcqI/AAAAAAAAAFc/6atIRdUu37g/s320/3314656399_3d3a81b7e2.jpg" width="212" /></a></div>I think I need a trip to the beach...find me there...</div>Brittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12780309135456083455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050613466665095174.post-77428720854481037602010-08-25T22:02:00.000-07:002010-08-25T22:02:58.533-07:00First day of school!!!! 2010<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/munkeyface/4928640720/" title="IMG_1528 by kwong3700, on Flickr"><img alt="IMG_1528" height="240" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4078/4928640720_8ec998f1e3_m.jpg" width="180" /></a><br />
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My babies are back at school! I'm so proud! Sixth grade...last year of elementary school...(cringe) She is growing up so fast. Second grade for the younger. They are back with teachers from 2008 much adored teachers who have moved onto new grade levels. We are thrilled...scared...excited...tired. Honestly who wakes up at seven a.m. Unheard of! <br />
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Here are my lovely ladies coming out of their lovely classrooms! Are they excited? Bogged down with too much homework? who knows! Happy new school year! Let's make it fantastic! Go Tigers!<br />
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Rewarded for surviving summer and the first day of school and the one hot summer day all summer long!Brittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12780309135456083455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050613466665095174.post-7062667504236441392010-08-25T21:56:00.000-07:002010-08-25T21:56:39.263-07:00A lovely dinner among friends<div style="text-align: left;"></div><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/munkeyface/4928626156/" title="IMG_9021 by kwong3700, on Flickr"><img alt="IMG_9021" height="180" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4073/4928626156_6f581317de_m.jpg" width="240" /></a><br />
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There is nothing better than a nice dinner between friends at ones favorite restaurant. A new friend moved to the area and we both needed a night out. So I left the kids with my darling, loving, sweet husband and ran to my haven...<a href="http://www.yelp.com/search?find_desc=Raleigh%27S+Pub&find_loc=Berkeley%2C+CA">Raleigh's </a>I love it here. It is in one of my favorites cities...the atmosphere, the ambiance is all I can ask for after a long day. They delivered...<br />
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the salad belonged to my dinner companion and the pastrami sandwich with a side of Cajun fries was mine. Delicious. It took all that was in me to not order old reliable...The garden salad but I stayed strong and had a delicious sandwich.<br />
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I then forced her to stroll around the campus telling her silly stories she couldn't possibly care about...I am afraid the night wound up being more for me. Sorry dear friend.<br />
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Here is a blury pictures of us lovely ladies in front of my beloved Campanile. I hope you enjoyed this glimpse into a lovely evening from last week.Brittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12780309135456083455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050613466665095174.post-61880649225026045502010-08-18T17:39:00.000-07:002010-08-19T00:14:59.032-07:00Bacon and Avacado scones or biscuits?<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/munkeyface/4905592951/" title="IMG_8995 by kwong3700, on Flickr"><img alt="IMG_8995" height="375" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4079/4905592951_a2be9195ba.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So I am curious when do scones stop being scones and become biscuits?</div><div style="text-align: center;">I love baking! It makes me happy. See the difference from my earlier post?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Happy me =) </div><div style="text-align: center;">I have <a href="http://thedutchbakersdaughter.blogspot.com/2010/05/avocado-bacon-scones-with-smokey-tomato.html">The Dutch Baker's Daughter</a> to thank for these</div><div style="text-align: center;">I figured I love scones and I love bacon...wait did you say avacado? I am so there</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">so I went to the store and got some butter just so I could make these scones</div><div style="text-align: center;">I couldn't be more thrilled...I think they are more biscuits than scones but they are fabulous</div><div style="text-align: center;">The beautiful shade of green the lovely smell of bacon they are a taste sensation!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">for this last photo I took it outside because my kitchen is embarrassing and has terrible light see earlier pictures...They have a great flavor none of which is very over powering just fabulous! Thank you for sharing your recipe <a href="http://thedutchbakersdaughter.blogspot.com/2010/05/avocado-bacon-scones-with-smokey-tomato.html">Dutch Baker's Daughter</a> I love it! </div>Brittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12780309135456083455noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050613466665095174.post-41850003786814866712010-08-18T15:35:00.000-07:002010-08-18T15:35:21.208-07:00Health Insurance<span style="color: red;">What a heated topic for me! GRRRRR It is so infuriating. The insurance I use for my children decides to change their insurance every two years are so forcing me to switch doctors offices and have to redo everything all over again. Why? What good does it do? So I can get to know every single pediatrician in the whole state? I am getting pretty close. I was just telling my beloved husband the other day how much I adore doctors office we currently go to. And how sad I would be if I had to change and then the insurance company gave me the finger. I do not appreciate them giving me the finger....OK they didn't really give me the finger but you get the idea. What do I do? All because I have low income medical insurance for the kids we get tossed around gee thanks it's not my kids fault. I don't know what to do I am mad as a wet hen and no one to complain to! So you have to hear it. Sorry. </span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Well I tried to find a picture of a wet hen to show you how mad I am but I didn't want to steal someone elses picture so I drew one but my scanner refuses to scan! and then I tried to draw one online to post here but I can't so now I am even madder than a wet hen and you get no picture!!!! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;">P.S. The red ink is to show how mad I am! ;)</div>Brittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12780309135456083455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050613466665095174.post-3677687583072491762010-08-17T18:30:00.000-07:002010-08-17T18:30:29.134-07:00Bathroom!!! be made new!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Quick note I seem to blog in spurts hahaha</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/munkeyface/4903196150/" title="IMG_8285 by kwong3700, on Flickr"><img alt="IMG_8285" height="180" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4114/4903196150_62b3993baa_m.jpg" width="240" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/munkeyface/4903196578/" title="IMG_8288 by kwong3700, on Flickr"><img alt="IMG_8288" height="240" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4138/4903196578_a171ea4b7b_m.jpg" width="180" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/munkeyface/4902611979/" title="IMG_8290 by kwong3700, on Flickr"><img alt="IMG_8290" height="240" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4135/4902611979_80d2d143e3_m.jpg" width="180" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/munkeyface/4902612511/" title="IMG_8291 by kwong3700, on Flickr"><img alt="IMG_8291" height="240" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4135/4902612511_e58ea1430c_m.jpg" width="180" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/munkeyface/4903197866/" title="IMG_8293 by kwong3700, on Flickr"><img alt="IMG_8293" height="240" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4119/4903197866_6792a8fb8a_m.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">First off let me say how embarrassed I am by these photos! Yuck. So the bathroom was a disastor when we got it. Did I make it worse you bet I did. Men hide the DIY channels and the HGTV channels from your wife it will only cost you money!</div><div style="text-align: center;">So first off these pictures do not show the awful wallpaper that me and my daughters tore off the wall. We solicited help from other friends too thanks MK and Georgia</div><div style="text-align: center;">My father in law works as a bus driver so he had a few weeks off during the summer and decided to help redo the bathroom. He is VERY handy and likes to do stuff like this.</div><div style="text-align: center;">So he took us to home depot to pick out some tiles...we liked the nice earth tone ones so here we are.</div><div style="text-align: center;">He came over every day and demolished the old bathroom. </div><div style="text-align: center;"> It was awesome he used a chain saw at one point a crowbar that is almost as tall as me and other fun things.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We had fun surprises like no insulation....everything was nailed in...the tub tiles were on top of two pieces of sheetrock and cemented and nailed into the wall!!! These were heavy and annoying to get down. But he prevailed. I was on clean up so as not to mess anything up!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Anyway we got everything out and began to start over. He put in insulation and then covered the holes then he started putting in the tiles and the pretty glass tiles us girls wanted from the DIY and HGTV channels...and then he put the floor down and we shopped for a toilet </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/munkeyface/4902643951/" title="IMG_1446 by kwong3700, on Flickr"><img alt="IMG_1446" height="240" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4082/4902643951_9e23d263ac_m.jpg" width="180" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/munkeyface/4903230546/" title="IMG_1448 by kwong3700, on Flickr"><img alt="IMG_1448" height="240" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4120/4903230546_1133eba415_m.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">we didn't get either of these! Thanks for your help Audrey!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Anyway here are the new pictures!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/munkeyface/4899448314/" title="IMG_8905 by kwong3700, on Flickr"><img alt="IMG_8905" height="180" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4134/4899448314_897aea1b30_m.jpg" width="240" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/munkeyface/4898857197/" title="IMG_8907 by kwong3700, on Flickr"><img alt="IMG_8907" height="240" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4137/4898857197_6e4468cbd8_m.jpg" width="180" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/munkeyface/4898857507/" title="IMG_8908 by kwong3700, on Flickr"><img alt="IMG_8908" height="240" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4114/4898857507_c474120966_m.jpg" width="180" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/munkeyface/4899450966/" title="IMG_8911 by kwong3700, on Flickr"><img alt="IMG_8911" height="240" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4075/4899450966_34086e6de2_m.jpg" width="180" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/munkeyface/4899451390/" title="IMG_8912 by kwong3700, on Flickr"><img alt="IMG_8912" height="180" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4081/4899451390_5a704edd2d_m.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Thank you so much my dear father in law! But now the rest of my house looks lame...and this is the girls bathroom....bummer</div>Brittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12780309135456083455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050613466665095174.post-72908266596658219032010-08-17T18:04:00.000-07:002010-08-17T18:04:14.837-07:00summer of nuptuals<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/munkeyface/4614491032/" title="IMG_6681 by kwong3700, on Flickr"><img alt="IMG_6681" height="180" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4015/4614491032_ecd67e2136_m.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Wedding number 1 my dear friend Cindy from home group</div><div style="text-align: center;">the whole family was invited to this wedding...</div><div style="text-align: center;">which was in Southern California. So we also visited some of my family</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/munkeyface/4614508154/" title="IMG_6742 by kwong3700, on Flickr"><img alt="IMG_6742" height="180" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4029/4614508154_67960d11cf_m.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">my mothers oldest sister and her kids and their spouses!</div><div style="text-align: center;">A very beautiful wedding very centered on God and there were <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bubble_tea">boba</a> drinks at the reception YUM</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/munkeyface/4662739444/" title="IMG_6961 by kwong3700, on Flickr"><img alt="IMG_6961" height="75" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4006/4662739444_18ab024aae_t.jpg" width="100" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/munkeyface/4662108889/" title="IMG_6916 by kwong3700, on Flickr"><img alt="IMG_6916" height="100" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4006/4662108889_f5e4fa2fe3_t.jpg" width="75" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">wedding number 2 is a friend I went to high school with</div><div style="text-align: center;">(but didn't meet her until my younger brother became great friends with her brother)</div><div style="text-align: center;">Corrine is amazing and loads of fun to be around</div><div style="text-align: center;">the kids stayed behind on this one creating a lovely date night for the hubby and myself </div><div style="text-align: center;">(rare with a toddler)</div><div style="text-align: center;">This wedding was in Gilroy on a golf course</div><div style="text-align: center;">the food was amazing with a chocolate fountain and a funfetti wedding cake</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DwJ7Aj-Bbo/TGsohILHg5I/AAAAAAAAAE4/mrugqeCub4w/s1600/IMG_7363.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DwJ7Aj-Bbo/TGsohILHg5I/AAAAAAAAAE4/mrugqeCub4w/s320/IMG_7363.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Wedding number 3 was my husbands cousin Jose</div><div style="text-align: center;">Jose's wedding was a favorite for so many reasons...</div><div style="text-align: center;">1. his name is Jose Cheng (my Chinese husbands cousin!!!)</div><div style="text-align: center;">2. the entire wedding was in Spanish. Mr and Mrs Cheng's wedding was in Spanish (which was fun for the people on our side who speak Chinese and English)</div><div style="text-align: center;">3. Mexican food! Always a winner in my book!</div><div style="text-align: center;">This wedding was in the elbow crook of Davis...too hot! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DwJ7Aj-Bbo/TGspYp4zIlI/AAAAAAAAAFA/XMqoG9eST9M/s1600/4694884847_3b24876db8_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DwJ7Aj-Bbo/TGspYp4zIlI/AAAAAAAAAFA/XMqoG9eST9M/s320/4694884847_3b24876db8_b.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">picture taken by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/winniek/">Wkwong </a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The whole family was invited for this one </div><div style="text-align: center;">Don't forget that Jose and Lupita had their chinese banquet too so that was another sort of a wedding for us we counted as half...so far 3 1/2 weddings are you keeping track?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/munkeyface/4902533691/" title="IMG_7585 by kwong3700, on Flickr"><img alt="IMG_7585" height="240" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4076/4902533691_f0191c2d76_m.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">wedding number 4.5</div><div style="text-align: center;">This is technically my best friends sister! We are also great friends with the parents of these two fantastic girls we were very blessed to be included in this beautiful wedding</div><div style="text-align: center;">This wedding was held in Tiburon. There was an amazing view of the Golden Gate bridge behind the couple as they said their vows</div><div style="text-align: center;">This wedding they allowed us to bring our kids</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/munkeyface/4903118374/" title="IMG_7588 by kwong3700, on Flickr"><img alt="IMG_7588" height="180" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4141/4903118374_0deae3b458_m.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">we had a lovely time...see </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/munkeyface/4903120410/" title="IMG_7600 by kwong3700, on Flickr"><img alt="IMG_7600" height="75" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4118/4903120410_219d3ab175_t.jpg" width="100" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/munkeyface/4902535513/" title="IMG_1442 by kwong3700, on Flickr"><img alt="IMG_1442" height="100" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4082/4902535513_61ec10319d_t.jpg" width="75" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/munkeyface/4903120850/" title="IMG_1444 by kwong3700, on Flickr"><img alt="IMG_1444" height="100" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4142/4903120850_16f331288b_t.jpg" width="75" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/munkeyface/4903114028/" title="IMG_7554 by kwong3700, on Flickr"><img alt="IMG_7554" height="75" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4080/4903114028_c8cccfdd6e_t.jpg" width="100" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">sorry those were too good to pass up</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/munkeyface/4903152534/" title="IMG_8815 by kwong3700, on Flickr"><img alt="IMG_8815" height="240" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4075/4903152534_39e315d0bb_m.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">wedding number 5.5</div><div style="text-align: center;">another friend of mine. we were in the same home group at church</div><div style="text-align: center;">Christine is lovely in so many ways</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hubby and I went without the kids to Shingle springs (yeah I don't know where it is either)</div><div style="text-align: center;">It was at a beautiful Vinyard</div><div style="text-align: center;">They were married by a friend of theirs who looks an awful lot like <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001177/">Chris Eigeman</a> </div><div style="text-align: center;">it was a beautiful ceremony with an awesome reception</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/munkeyface/4903148286/" title="IMG_8810 by kwong3700, on Flickr"><img alt="IMG_8810" height="75" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4095/4903148286_e2af8917c7_t.jpg" width="100" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/munkeyface/4903147960/" title="IMG_8808 by kwong3700, on Flickr"><img alt="IMG_8808" height="100" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4119/4903147960_4e69fc0633_t.jpg" width="75" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">they had a breakfast buffet that was dream like! The chcoclate croissants I am still dreaming of!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Instead of a wedding cake they had ice cream sundaes that you could build in your own way! It was sooo good!</div><div style="text-align: center;">It also had the sweetest father daughter dance I have ever seen as her dad sweetly cried and kissed his beautiful daughter throughout the whole song the poor pregnant photographer didn't stand a chance!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So to recap we had a lovely lovely time thank you to all you who shared your blessed wedding day with us we wish you a wonderful happy life together!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/munkeyface/4614481320/" title="All of us by kwong3700, on Flickr"><img alt="All of us" height="75" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3333/4614481320_6b866ae31f_t.jpg" width="100" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/munkeyface/4662735370/" title="IMG_6938 by kwong3700, on Flickr"><img alt="IMG_6938" height="75" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4035/4662735370_26a97e28f2_t.jpg" width="100" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/munkeyface/4903175486/" title="IMG_1168 by kwong3700, on Flickr"><img alt="IMG_1168" height="100" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4079/4903175486_140f7f005d_t.jpg" width="75" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/munkeyface/4902534319/" title="IMG_1209 by kwong3700, on Flickr"><img alt="IMG_1209" height="100" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4073/4902534319_1c3d929dc1_t.jpg" width="75" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/munkeyface/4903146672/" title="IMG_8798 by kwong3700, on Flickr"><img alt="IMG_8798" height="100" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4142/4903146672_c0de38d513_t.jpg" width="75" /></a></div>Brittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12780309135456083455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050613466665095174.post-68281823728579552862010-08-17T17:01:00.000-07:002010-08-17T17:01:23.059-07:00Naan<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DwJ7Aj-Bbo/TGsf3rf0WCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/j_31qKZH884/s1600/IMG_8984.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DwJ7Aj-Bbo/TGsf3rf0WCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/j_31qKZH884/s320/IMG_8984.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Delicious</div><div style="text-align: center;">I love <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Naan">naan</a>. That delicious seemingly flat bread</div><div style="text-align: center;">It had long been reserved for when I went out for Indian food...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Until one day my sweet loving husband made me some curry</div><div style="text-align: center;">he made green curry which made me think if he can make curry I can make naan....</div><div style="text-align: center;">now I realize that Naan is Indian (seemingly) flat bread not Thai bread....</div><div style="text-align: center;">but I believe all curries should be created equally and eaten with rice and naan</div><div style="text-align: center;">so I took out the husbands book <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Artisan-Bread-Five-Minutes-Revolutionizes/dp/0312362919/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1282089183&sr=8-1">Artisan bread</a> and made the dough</div><div style="text-align: center;">I was too late for the first batch of curry so we went to buy more curry ingredients</div><div style="text-align: center;">we came back with red curry it was hot delicious and perfect for my naan needs</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DwJ7Aj-Bbo/TGshY28kxkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/pZDF73HsEpc/s1600/IMG_1487.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DwJ7Aj-Bbo/TGshY28kxkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/pZDF73HsEpc/s320/IMG_1487.PNG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I went authentic and stopped by my neighborhood Indian grocery and bought a jar of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ghee">Ghee</a> for that extra special delicious naan flavor</div><div style="text-align: center;">I made my yummy naan and everyone ate it the kids without any curry</div><div style="text-align: center;">I was so proud of me for making my own naan...it was easy and I highly recommend it!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DwJ7Aj-Bbo/TGsiP7mfMDI/AAAAAAAAAEw/w2maENzJdw4/s1600/IMG_1486.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DwJ7Aj-Bbo/TGsiP7mfMDI/AAAAAAAAAEw/w2maENzJdw4/s320/IMG_1486.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">here is proof pieces missing by eager munchkins around the house.</div>Brittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12780309135456083455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050613466665095174.post-14777680299386170992010-07-19T16:57:00.000-07:002010-07-19T16:57:22.508-07:00Quiet time<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I am having one of those incredibly rare moments in the life of a full time mom...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">the baby is asleep, the cat is asleep, the older two are happily, quietly playing in their room</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">This is so rare I'm not sure what to do with myself.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I am first of all on an actual computer not my phone reaching out to the outside world and listening to what I want to listen to not radio Disney. (no offense radio Disney nothing but love for you but some days we need a little John Mayer or a little Norah Jones.) </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I try hard not to play those artists in front of the kids so they can be my artists. I let them listen to Glee and they sing it so much I can't stand to listen to it. So Mr. Mayer take me away to the land of happy. To the land of playing the guitar that is leaning against the dresser collecting dust. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">If I could actually get this serenity more often I would...what? Do laundry? Vacuum? Bake? I did most of that already even though I could use to do some more. I would love to learn to play the guitar. Do you know how to play? (I warned you in the title of this blog that my brain is messy) I want to be able to sit and strum some silly songs.... </span>troubadourish I think. Sing about grass between my toes for my own amusement. But alas I have no clue...I can't get my fingers to reach or push hard enough.<br />
If I could find this serenity time on a regular basis I would....do some exercise....I do love it so but I just can't figure out how to squeeze it in with three kids. The older ones wont walk with me very far and they laugh when I do videos...(I'm sensitive so no laughing to my face) and the baby jumps on me when I try to do crunches...not very helpful. I love food and I like to watch tv about food. I am told that Adam Richmond runs five miles a day to stay in shape from his over indulging TV show. I hate to run but if it will work I better find a way to do it.<br />
I have come up with nothing to do with this time. I think I will surf the web for Halloween costumes I need a hat for my costume and the babies costume...yup nothing is getting accomplished in this time of serenity. Sing to me Mr. Mayer!Brittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12780309135456083455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050613466665095174.post-71255200729301234002010-07-12T04:34:00.000-07:002010-07-12T04:34:38.927-07:00Click, clickSilly summer schedule...my sleep schedule is all messed up...granted I haven't been feeling well so I have squeezed in naps, but now here I lay frustrated as can be because sleep refuses to come. My ten year old occasionally has this problem she is usually reduced to tears when we tell her to relax and close her eyes sleep will come. But man it is four o'clock in the morning and sleep is refusing to come. I'm tired...I would rub my eyes if they didn't hurt so much from this silly sinus infection. So here I am thinking, listening, not sleeping. What am I thinking? Hmmm well how I can squeeze in exercise to a day filled with three kids who thus far have been against every attempt for me to exercise. How I could talk myself into running five miles a day when I hate running to the car. I think Shyam I still awake? Everyone else is sleeping. Why not me? What did I do wrong? I've tried surfing the web and listeningto music...but everything I look at is dumb and every song is annoying. It sounds to me like I need to go to sleep ...oh botherwhy won't sleep come? <br />
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Thanks for letting me rant...I'm tired and hope to fall asleep before the kids wake up. I hope you slept well. Good night oh sandman I'm over here.Brittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12780309135456083455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050613466665095174.post-79509757697159237722010-06-29T19:14:00.000-07:002010-06-29T19:14:16.238-07:00Summer is here<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4098/4747210841_7bc0c6b6d7_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4098/4747210841_7bc0c6b6d7_m.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Summer is here...</div><div style="text-align: center;">swim classes have commenced...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">some of us have moved up to the big pool</div><div style="text-align: center;">which causes anxiety, excitement, and all kinds of wonderful feelings</div><div style="text-align: center;">she is doing wonderful we are very proud </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"> also in summer is dance recitals</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sara had her very first one in which she appeared in two dances</div><div style="text-align: center;">which caused anxiety, excitement, and all kinds of wonderful feelings</div><div style="text-align: center;">She did wonderful we were very proud</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">All in all we are dealing with summer and all it has to bring...</div><div style="text-align: center;">so bring it summer we are going just a little stir crazy at home</div>Brittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12780309135456083455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050613466665095174.post-73166260063547228852010-06-16T10:51:00.000-07:002010-06-16T10:51:36.196-07:00Summer?<div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;">Summer? Well yes and no I live in CA so summer doesn't come until school starts again weather wise...</div><div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;">But other than that the kids are out of school and on crazy schedules...</div><div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;">one is sick the other is going batty from being indoors and the third is completely confused as to what happened to her regularly scheduled program!</div><div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;">To sleep in? or not to? I am not sure</div><div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;">these are the days I think of when people say I am a good mom</div><div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;">I say what you are crazy my kids are home for the summer and all I want to do is walk for hours and relax...they are not going to talk for hours...they are going to follow me around the house as I clean and mess it all up...they are going to spill their lunch all over the floor I just vacuumed...</div><div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;">they are going to plead for T.V. and snacks refuse to eat dinner and refuse to go to bed...</div><div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;">so I will get frustrated and want to cry because I didn't get my miles of walking or my exercise i need/want and get mad that as fast as I clean it gets messy....</div><div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;">It sounds like I have trouble with being selfish....any ideas on how to get what I need exercise and what they need? How can I compromise? </div><div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;">Guess I will go do laundry while they spill on the clothes they are wearing...it's going to be a looooooooooong summer with this attitude....stay tuned I might have a good day...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #e69138; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1059/676553574_5489acb0db.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1059/676553574_5489acb0db.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Summer!</div>Brittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12780309135456083455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050613466665095174.post-21006680698971067512010-06-15T12:43:00.000-07:002010-06-15T12:43:16.827-07:00Happy Birthday....to another love bug<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4046/4703601009_2edd867eeb_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4046/4703601009_2edd867eeb_m.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">My beloved has had a birthday...and with my sparse blogging birthdays tend to bring me out for a post or two....so here is a birthday blog....</div><div style="text-align: center;"> <br />
My beloved has aged another year this might be his best yet. I have had the privilege of celebrating his last 15 or so birthdays with him. He is so dreamy...sigh....</div><div style="text-align: center;">I want to say thank you to him for these lovely parties we get to have </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4031/4702498152_6d262f534e_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4031/4702498152_6d262f534e_m.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">We usually BBQ...which leads to lovely food and sunshine and just a lovely time had by all</div><div style="text-align: center;">This year was no exception good food good friends good fun!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Alan I am so amazed and in awe of your greatness! Here is to another great year together may this year surpass all your hopes and dreams! I love you </div>Brittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12780309135456083455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050613466665095174.post-9889651966360185342010-06-15T12:30:00.000-07:002010-06-15T12:30:52.090-07:00Amazing 11 years<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1297/4691979674_c9b2628fee_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1297/4691979674_c9b2628fee_m.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The most wonderful man in the world! 11 years ago (and 11 days ago sorry for the tardy post)</div><div style="text-align: center;">My husband and I said I do to whatever lies ahead. I do to three children, I do to bad choices financially, I do to fat tummy's, to wrinkles to more love to more happiness with each passing day. We have made it 11 years and I adore my sweet husband more than I did that day...which is unfathomable! He is so amazing and supportive. He continues to make me laugh and smile and get weak in the knees with a simple wink. Oh Alan how I love you!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4015/4691984360_a6221ee224_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4015/4691984360_a6221ee224_m.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The hubby and I love food! We love to go out and eat it hey we are willing to stay home and make it but this day (was) special. So Alan made reservations at <a href="http://www.chandon.com/etoile-restaurant.html">Etoile</a> in Yountville CA. It was amazing and delicious and romantic and all I dreamed it would be.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4061/4691986326_9ae8339e78_t.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4061/4691986326_9ae8339e78_t.jpg" /></a><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4046/4691987428_149dbde3c7_t.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4046/4691987428_149dbde3c7_t.jpg" /></a><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4060/4691356279_7e8a6d6961_t.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4060/4691356279_7e8a6d6961_t.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4031/4691357599_be17d5886d_t.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4031/4691357599_be17d5886d_t.jpg" /></a><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4029/4691358855_8502457d4a_t.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4029/4691358855_8502457d4a_t.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here are some of the lovely dishes that I chose from the tasting menu. We had a lovely time. 11 years doesn't seem long but when I think of all we have done in those years or see how our children have grown I see it is a substantial amount of time to be proud of.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1185/543381216_2c79bec755_t.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1185/543381216_2c79bec755_t.jpg" /></a><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4025/4703571505_ba070bd2bb_t.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4025/4703571505_ba070bd2bb_t.jpg" /></a><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4045/4691351673_dcd6de6e15_t.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4045/4691351673_dcd6de6e15_t.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Progression of us...Alan I love and adore you more than I can convey! Thank you for a wonderful 11 years see you for many many more! </div>Brittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12780309135456083455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050613466665095174.post-15236981333682027582010-04-27T17:24:00.000-07:002010-04-27T17:24:47.574-07:00Scones my vice<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I love scones and I enjoy making them. My favorite place that makes scones is <a href="http://www.panerabread.com/">Panera</a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I try making scones at home in the hopes to being anywhere close to Panera's scones.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
I found the recipe I used <a href="http://allrecipes.com/recipe/fresh-strawberry-scones/detail.aspx">here</a>. I didn't have light cream so I used whole milk. I am also horrible about measuring the fruit I put into my scones because I like lots. I really enjoyed this recipe it is simple and delicious. I might try to figure out how to integrate <a href="http://www.nutellausa.com/">Nutella</a> into the recipe...for now i just spread it on top.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3418/4559335008_1791ed3b85_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3418/4559335008_1791ed3b85_m.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">When I am sad, lonely, angry, or just plain feeling invisible I like to bake.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> that might explain the weight issue...</div><div style="text-align: center;">but baking makes me feel happy because the end result is usually good...and the ingredients do what i ask and don't question me...(I guess I have control issues)</div><div style="text-align: center;">And when I bake I like to take pictures to remember the things I baked.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I guess what I'm trying to say is baking is my vice.</div>Brittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12780309135456083455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050613466665095174.post-86956773770731173872010-04-13T12:13:00.000-07:002010-04-13T12:13:03.734-07:00Happy Birthday....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1046/1343546018_ccf4d1600d_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1046/1343546018_ccf4d1600d_m.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is my daddy...Today is his birthday...he would be 57 years old</div><div style="text-align: center;">He was so wonderful he was one of my top four guys...holding the spot of number one for a good 15 years...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1219/1342567899_a16645eb79_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1219/1342567899_a16645eb79_m.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">My daddy was able to love me and be so proud of me no matter what I did</div><div style="text-align: center;">Today is a happy day but my heart aches as this <i>would</i> have been his 57th birthday</div><div style="text-align: center;">but we are celebrating this birthday just like the last two without him...it doesn't get easier...it just doesn't</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1344/1342572087_289d4e41e9_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1344/1342572087_289d4e41e9_m.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Daddy...there are some things I want to tell you....</div><div style="text-align: center;">I still suck at not wearing my heart on my sleeve...I'm still hurt you left me after I pleaded with you not to...I miss you so much that it still really hurts...I am trying hard to be a good mommy to your granddaughters, all three, I had one more you would love her</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2771/4492515350_36d62523e7_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2771/4492515350_36d62523e7_m.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Thank you for watching over me. I love you and I miss you. Happy birthday. Bless my brothers today as we think of you and try to celebrate the day you were born...the best gift.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I love you daddy</div>Brittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12780309135456083455noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050613466665095174.post-86452200064979432082010-04-04T22:46:00.000-07:002010-04-04T22:46:38.343-07:00more photos of what i see<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2799/4491919125_3c39b1f50e_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2799/4491919125_3c39b1f50e_m.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">17/365</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4005/4492559028_ff00f55536_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4005/4492559028_ff00f55536_m.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">18/365</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4070/4491919617_d1cd6f5b93_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4070/4491919617_d1cd6f5b93_m.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">tulips make me miss you</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4044/4491919915_7b5cd86989_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4044/4491919915_7b5cd86989_m.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I can't count this one because it was from my phone and i had decided that was cheating...but i forgot my camera at home but this is what i saw</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2715/4459382452_6ccbca30e0_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2715/4459382452_6ccbca30e0_m.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> 8/365</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2773/4459384908_b85e0dbc16_t.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2773/4459384908_b85e0dbc16_t.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> 9/365 (sorry its blurry)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4063/4459385208_dc664fd246_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4063/4459385208_dc664fd246_m.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">10/365</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2799/4458606565_b6b5c4354a_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2799/4458606565_b6b5c4354a_m.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> 11/365</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2702/4459385602_b4ff8dd9eb_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2702/4459385602_b4ff8dd9eb_m.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> 12/365</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2753/4459385888_72e9344ffa_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2753/4459385888_72e9344ffa_m.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> 13/365</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2739/4459386098_0878d341b0_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2739/4459386098_0878d341b0_m.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> 14/365</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4048/4458607445_5891ea3cd8_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4048/4458607445_5891ea3cd8_m.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> 15/365</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4051/4458607567_711cc49a9f_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4051/4458607567_711cc49a9f_m.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> 16/365</div>Brittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12780309135456083455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050613466665095174.post-8991290859516193842010-03-15T12:08:00.000-07:002010-03-15T12:23:11.425-07:00is this for real?So all this time I have this blog and intend to write in it...I write it in more than I actually publish it. When I blog I want to be able to use it to express myself. I am not sure who that is so sometimes it is hard. The parts I do see and think about often I am not really a fan so I don't want to share those. But I don't want to continue with those things either...and how will I know how to change them if they hide in the dark haunting parts of my brain? But also (unfortunately) I care a lot about what you think...and I don't want you to think of me how I think of me...I really need someone to like me. Some things about me are good...but I don't want to come off conceited and scare you away either...<br /><br />I love reading blogs. My favorites have pictures. Personal thought out pictures...not some tabloid thing of a celebrity being scandalous doing the same things we do just getting caught...I love even more than picture blogs is the person being real and open and willing to express themselves and knowing how. I don't know if these blogs I read are all of them scribbled out on the page or just pieces. I like the pieces idea...kind of like a big beautiful puzzle with all the pieces waiting to be put together. This piece has a ugly dirty orange on it...but added to the whole puzzle it is the dark side of a beautiful flower or a beautiful hat on a sweet little girl.<br /><br />I guess my idea is to try to be the blog I want to be...to try to workout those ugly parts of the puzzle so when they are all together it makes a beautiful me. This seems easy to explain and it sounds nice...but I know for me it will be very very hard to not delete everything I write. If you are reading this I guess I am one step closer. Please forgive my grammar and spelling I am hoping through writing on here I will get better. But also I can not go back and reread it to check because I will delete it every time. <br /><br />I will continue to add my 365 pictures but also I think my plan is to just add them and then try to write whatever is needed not necessarily pertaining to the pictures. Bare with me and to the three people who have encouraged me to be more real and to give it a try thank you...maybe someday I will be brave enough to thank you in person!Brittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12780309135456083455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8050613466665095174.post-24255059016855310002010-03-15T11:59:00.000-07:002010-03-15T12:08:25.092-07:00slow 365<div style="text-align: left;">So my internet has been down so I have been unable to post any of my 365 pictures...which I started to become lax so early in the game on taking pictures. I take pictures but not the kind I wanted to be taking for this project...I shall have to try harder...<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4019/4435414155_2838b06ba4_m.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4019/4435414155_2838b06ba4_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Here is picture 3/365...I love to bake...and this is probably something I already knew about me...but maybe you didn't!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4050/4436188762_afcba56edf_m.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4050/4436188762_afcba56edf_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>4/365 This is my sweet girl unwilling to let go and hang up side down...it works better than I thought it would. Remember when I said hopefully the pictures would help me find out more about me...well I wont let go either...no matter how many times someone assures me it is ok and they will catch me.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4031/4436186834_bddecd5f8e_m.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4031/4436186834_bddecd5f8e_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>5/365 here is another of my sweet babies. She is so small and so sweet. I see in this picture that I am able to do something good.Brittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12780309135456083455noreply@blogger.com0