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Feel Free to NOT FOLLOW ME | Kudos to HarsH ReaLiTy

HarsH ReaLiTy

My goal with this blog is to offend everyone in the world at least once with my words… so no one has a reason to have a heightened sense of themselves. We are all ignorant, we are all found wanting, we are all bad people sometimes.

Feel Free to NOT FOLLOW ME

I rarely use foul or vulgar language without reason. That being said, don’t come here and tell me to change my words. Read something else or stop following me. I could care less, especially if your intent is to “mom” someone on THEIR BLOG! I won’t censor myself for any of you. Just don’t come back.


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Holidays on the Side: Vegan Basic Meat Loaf Recipe – Mushroom Nut Loaf | Jazzybeatchick Writes…

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Holidays on the Side: Vegan Basic Meat Loaf Recipe – Mushroom Nut Loaf

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I am a true blue foodie to the core.  I learned how to cook in my 7th grade Home Economics class in Los Angeles.  When I got home, I asked my mom if I could help with dinner.  Mom didn’t like to cook because growing up in the fifties when my grandmother did all the cooking and only allowed mom to bake desserts.  Dad commented Your mom had a recipe box which I quickly opened to find baking stuff.  Marian where are the recipes for food?  Mom shot a glance You know that my mom did not allow me to cook, but baking was okay.  Their first Thanksgiving was a disaster!  Mom did not let it thaw and did not remove the package of neck bones, liver, etc.  She put it into the oven and after six hours removed it from the oven and it was raw.  So, dad did most of the cooking and taught me how to cook.  He bought the full Time Life Cuisine from Around the World series.  I learned to cook, Greek/Mediterranean. Italian, Japanese, Cantonese, French you name it, I cooked it.  I can remember the smells evaporating and infusing the sound of jazz with the sensual smells coming from the kitchen.  Mom set the table, dad and my brother sat down with a knife in the left hand and fork in the right hand with the napkin tucked into their collars proclaiming…Where are we going tonight?  How about you, do you have a favorite memory of cooking around the holidays?  This is something that even meat lovers will enjoy!  Bon Appétit!

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I always like to rant about my life. I am not a writer nor I am trying to be. My English command isn’t commendable either. But I can put some words together and make it a sentence. Lol…

Suffering is my life. I was born and raised in a remote village in southern Philippines. We have to walk 5 hours to reached to the town area because there is only one bus that transported the villagers to the town area once a day. Sometimes my grandfather use his bull carriage for us not to be too tired from walking. I wasn’t complaining at first as i am too young to understand what really life is all about. When I started going to school, mom and dad rented a room somewhere in town for us to settle in, so that it wouldn’t be too difficult for us to travel to school and back. But still I need to walk to school for 45 minutes. I did not mind because some of my classmates were walking with me from time to time. Mom and dad works at the gold mining area and grandma took care of me and my 2 other sisters.

Later on, grandma and grandpa passed away. Dad found another job as a laborer in a construction company in another town which is nearer to the city area. It did not change our life. We are still struggling. No appliances, and no electricity. We live in a Nipa Hut, where it is only a nice place to live during summer. When it is rainy season, we always gets wet as the palm leaves roof absorbed the water and it drips in to the house.


When I was a little older, I started to think why other people are so rich who can afford to buy the things they want even if they don’t need it. So I told myself to study hard and then work.

Now that I am working, though life is getting better but it is still difficult to have more than what I wanted. Money is always not enough. My mom always said why can’t i send more money when i am earning enough. Fact is, it is never enough. I always gave them what i earned nothing’s even left for myself. But i did not complain. All i want is that i need to work hard, i have to work hard just for my family to have an easy life. They are living in a comfortable house now, they can watch television, go online and chat on Facebook, they have the latest gadgets and still it is not enough.

I can’t figure out why do i have to suffer so much like this? I was angry at my family because I have to suffer alone working just to feed them. Suffering just for them to have a good life. I wanted go home and relax but just by the thought about a day without working means a day without income and that spells trouble as I am the only Bread winner in the family. I blamed them for my predicament. Being a slave is not an easy job. You have to do all the things that your employer asked you to do because they are paying you to do so. I want to say somewhere: I’ve tried to be forgiving. And yet, there were times in my life, whole years, when anger got the better of me. Ugliness turned me inside out. There was a certain satisfaction in bitterness. I courted it. It was standing outside, and I invited it in. But then it did not give me a lasting satisfaction. It still made me miserable day by day. And still continue working to raise my family. I get to the point where I have accepted the fact that they are my only reason why i have to suffer like this. Not for myself but for my family. Continue reading →

Pumpkin Pie Cake w/ Toasted Walnuts | Catching up with thesisterslice

Pumpkin Pie Cake w/ Toasted Walnuts

Unlike my sister and perhaps more like the rest of us out there I use canned pumpkin when I need some cooked pumpkin.

I’m not about to buy a pumpkin, roast it and purée it for the cup I needed in this cake recipe.

Ain’t nobody got time fo dat!

I don’t even feel bad about it.

I’d rather spend my time decorating for Fall.

So today I did both.


Cooking Spray

3 Large Eggs

Large Can O Pumpkin Puree

1 Golden Butter Cake Mix

12oz Evaporated Milk

1 2 teaspoon Salt

1 Cup Sugar

4 TSP Pumpkin Pie Spice

3/4 Cup of Butter

1 cup of Toasted Walnuts

Vanilla Frosting


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The Juicy Lucy : A Minnesota Original | Catching up with Patrons of the Pit

[Terry: After eating this, you could simply perish and know you’d had a wonderful life. POTP, you have my sincere apologies. I try to only clip enough to whet the public’s appetite and send them to your page. In this case, I simply gorged myself on the writing and when I was done, there was nothing left.]

The Juicy Lucy : A Minnesota Original

A golden sun waned over the house tops, casting long shadows across the green grass, whilst I banked a chimney full of coals to the side of the oldgoose in formation kettle grill. A delightfully cool breeze mingled through the pit-side Spruce and Cottonwood, and the heat from the fire, oddly enough, felt good for once. Tho you wouldn’t think from looking around, one sort of might get the sense that summer might be fading slightly. The sun, that precious, glowing orb aloft,  sure was a lot lower at supper time now, much lower than it was a couple of months ago. And darkness swallows the land earlier these days, when once we were still strutting up the 7th fairway, lovely beverage in hand, and basking in the warm, bright light there. And what about this breeze that felt so cool.  And the frequent fly overs of the Canadian geese, honking proudly on the wing. Something shifts amid us. Something elemental. Diurnal rhythms and little children afoot with colorful school packs. In Minnesota, we call this Autumn, or, the end of summer. And it is a glorious time to be alive. And even a better time in which to grill something edible.

Come with us, won’t you…To the pit, and let us show you what’s for supper.

We Patrons of the Pit, least wise we two blokes who offer forth this stuff, well, were from Minnesota. A place, don’t you know, of significant contribution to the betterment of man kind. For example, masking tape was invented in Minnesota. So was the roller blade. And if you’ve ever spent a winter up here, you’d also appreciate that we invented the one-piece long underwear get-up better known as the union suit. Later modified for that all-important “flap in the back“. Glory be, the game of Twister and the Breathe Right nasal strip, also, material spawn of Minnesota.  All good things, I think. But our personal favorite invention, and monument to food technology, has to be the venerable, Juicy Lucy.

The Juicy Lucy. Man. If you’ve never had occasion, lets just say that a closer marriage between meat and cheese, you will not soon divine. It’s rather simple, if not brilliant. Done proper, these hamburgers have residing inside them a copious pocket of molten cheese. Yes, cheese swaddled in meat. Every man’s caloric ideal. So pop your cholesterol pills as we continue on in our burger series, and take yourself a closer look at this Minnesota original.



Prep is easy. Easy as wrapping ground beef around a hunk of cheese. You can use any cheese you’d like too. We used Velveeta, which we admit, ain’t cheese. But it was all we had on hand, and besides, it melts like an iceberg in the Gobi desert. So wrap your ground beef, or baring that, if you’re the wife of a deer slayer, ground venison, around a commendable wad of your favorite cheese, and form it into a patty suitable to thee. Season it lightly, and make way for the grill. We seasoned ours today, with Lipton Onion Soup Mix, because it’s not just for soup you know. Proceed to ply your grill craft with great effect, and do hence what you were born to do.

We tossed on an onion for good measure. We like onions at the pit, and they are elementary to do.  One small onion was ample for this cook. Peeled and set over direct heat. Rolled about like an unsinkable pool ball. Whence the outer layers become tender, they will peel off with great ease, at the pinch of a tong, into gastronomic, smokey-tinted  petals that which shall adorn your monolith of meat. Graced with cheese. And patron to the pit. Man!

And of course, we toasted the buns.


The Juicy Lucy. A taste of Minnesota. And sure to win over your belly, where the wood smoke rises, and the seasons gently ebb. Amen.



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Black and White cupcakes | Catching up with friends: thesisterslice

We can’t do it all, but we do a lot…here’s just a slice

Hostess may have closed but we are still craving those cream filled cupcakes around here.

When I volunteered at the girls school a couple of years back I baked a “knock off” and they turned out ok. They tasted good but they weren’t as pretty as the real thing.

These are Lucy’s favorite flavor combination and we have to make birthday treats for school,  this is what we do.


Black and white cupcakes with cream filling

Buy the mix if you’re in a hurry like me. It’s moister and faster. I like the help from that little Doughboy whenever I can get it.


I picked up these cupcake papers and they are adorable. I also got a new piper cause my other one was missing pieces.

We filled’ em with whipped cream, we went in from the top because of the wrappers. Last time I made them I squirted from the bottom. Lucy frosted the top and sprinkled with them with mini chocolate chips.

They taste as good as they look and everyone loved them…everyone. It’s a black and white thing!


Honestly, Amy

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Nervous Breakdown before Dinner | Welcome to new friends: Amy and Sara


We can’t do it all, but we do a lot…here’s just a slice

The Sisters


Sara and I are about as opposite as two people can get. We came from the same batter but the cakes turned out to be different flavors. She was my first friend and all of my childhood memories include her.  Perhaps molded from her birth placement as the oldest of three daughters, she was born to be a nurturer and caretaker .  Her one and only dream growing up was to be a wife and mother.

Like George Bailey (this makes me Harry) she was born an old soul and spent most of her adolescence caring and worrying about her friends and classmates. Spending many an hour reading young adult Christian romance novels and filling her hope chest (while her friends were out partying)  embedded a passion for a home to keep one day.

Always a late bloomer, Sara finds herself just over 40 and a mother to three boys ages 0-6.  She is a self-taught cook that turns out gourmet tasting meals from ingredients that are on hand. Cooking is her happy place and only hobby.  As a mom on a budget the only shopping she really does is for groceries but she enjoys it (as long as it’s with out the kids). She’s always been a thoughtful crafter and creative soul. I call her often to hear about her meal plans, or text her a photo of something I’m working on to get her input or advice. You’ll be inspired by her contribution to this blog and you’ll laugh at the delivery. Enjoy a “slice” of her life…

Honestly, Amy


37361_407825580761_4138254_n   My earliest memory was this little thing called, “Amy Grace” coming home from the hospital. She was a shy and quiet little gal for the first year and then…..the sparkle happened. My middle sister is a textbook middle child with a twinkle in her eye and a gift. In our teens when most people were perturbed to have their kid sister tag along-I was grateful ’cause anywhere Amy is -is where you want to be. She is an adventurous soul, she loves to entertain and adds brightness to any room she enters.

Although we started out wearing mostly “sister” dresses as children-our taste and style could not be more different. Amy has always had a great eye and been able to choose “the” piece – whether it be the addition of a scarf, vest or ring-or selecting that timeless item to build a room around. I must admit some of my best pieces are ones I’ve shopped from her home or closet!

A.G. is a busy mother of three girls. She does the real mom stuff I never do -like playing games, sledding and eating lunch with them at school.  She has been a” working outside the home Momma” as well as the stay at home kind and does them both so well. She is a natural organizer-and her closet looks like mine is always supposed to.

Amy’s cookin is spicy and full of flavor!  I love the way she cooks a few meals on Saturday to use thru the week! She is a relaxed hostess with the mostess and you always feel welcome at her home.  There is never a dull moment in her life and I know you will enjoy whatever slice she serves you.

Sincerely, Sara

The Sisters were born in Kankakee, Illinois and spent much of their lives in the Quad Cities. Amy now lives in Northwestern Iowa with her husband and 3 daughters. Sara lives in Southwestern Wisconsin with her husband and 3 sons (If only they had a housekeeper named “Alice”).

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Late summer supper and one of my best childhood memories


When I was growing up we had enough. Not everything I wanted and sometimes I had to wait for what I needed. There were times we had plenty and times we had enough.

One dinner late summer when I was 10 or 11, Mom called us for dinner. We have corn on the cob, sliced tomatoes and…fried zucchini.  I thought it was great! Like an appetizer we never ordered on the rare occasion we went out to dinner. I loved it. Mom dipped the slices in egg, dusted with flour and fried in a little veg oil on the stove. I loved them. I remember that dinner–it was before school started, we were all together in a little duplex in Bradley and I was happy. What I didn’t know then is that was all we had…..ALL we had to eat!

Today is a good day! It is a week before school starts–We have grabbed summer by the horns and lived to tell a tale! At church this week there was a table where folks brought their garden abundance to share. I saw boxes of zucchini and took a couple. I can never cook zucchini without thinking of that day. I usually grill them but today we are going to have them the ‘ole fashion way–fried.

From Mama to Dawta and Back Around Again |Catching up with BLACK, WHITE & READ ALL OVER

Girl getting hair braided

From Mama to Dawta and Back Around Again

She sat on the floor, in between her Mama’s knees and got her hair braided.  (Such a sweet little girl.) Her Mama kept telling her “Your Daddy ain’t shyt.  He’s low down and no good.  Men in general ain’t shyt.  Don’t trust ‘em!”  She believed her.

20 years later, she sat in her girlfriend’s kitchen, getting her hair braided.  (Such a sweet young woman.)  She heard her stick girl saying “I’m done with him.  He ain’t shyt.  Men in general ain’t shyt.  Don’t trust ‘em!”  She believed her.

And now she’s a single Mom with her own daughter.

How do you think their conversation about men will go?

It is the responsibility of the men to live up to their titles of Father, Husband, Man…

It is the responsibility of the women to live up to their titles of Mother, Wife, Woman…

We live up and lead by a GOOD example for the sake of our children.

Legacy is involved here.

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Brought to you by three gluttonous girls: Welcome to new friends: Shonette, Lia, and Cat

Saucy Pans


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Lia is German and likes sausages. This is the honest truth. She also loves cooking and experimenting with new recipes, because that’s the kind of strumpet she is. When she is not flushing down artisan cheese with gallons of red wine, she writes. Sometimes both at the same time, those are the better times. Follow @Liashhh for pre-watershed rudeness.


Shonette is a life-long appreciator of all things food-related. She hops from country to country trying any local cuisine or suspicious-looking liquer she can. After a couple of years honing her vegan cooking skills, she is now on a mission to try her hand at more experimental and meaty recipes. Shonette cannot bake.
Follow @shonette for assorted tales of late night rum cocktails and her blog for her ongoing quest for the best tapas in Bristol.


Cat is the obligatory picky eater of the group. At first this was voluntary, as a 14 year stint as a vegetarian with an insatiable love for tofu. When a rogue sausage caused an abrupt end to her veggie ways, her pickiness became involuntary, as her stomach decided gluten was now off the menu. Luckily, more and more restaurants are jumping on to the gluten-free bandwagon, so eating out is a top priority for Cat, especially as her meat cooking skills currently only go as far as stuffing a chicken with cheese.


Cat:  Disorganised Lemon Polenta Cake

When I want to be sure of disappointment, I order chocolate cake. When I want to be sure of deliciousness, I order polenta cake. Polenta cake is hands down my most favourite cake ever, and when I woke up one Saturday morning craving it, I knew nothing was going to stop me making and consuming it.

Unfortunately I didn’t plan the process very well and there were a few hiccups along the way. So please, do not do what I did, instead make sure that you check you have all the ingredients before starting. Also, when you discover you are missing an ingredient, please do not rush out to the shop to buy the butter and then return home to see that you are also missing the next ingredient on the list (the baking powder).

Turns out I also didn’t have a circular cake tin to bake either so I used a loaf tin – it all turned out fine though. In any case, I definitely enjoyed having a massive door stop wedge of cake rather than a triangular slice.

I based my recipe on Nigella Lawson’s recipe but improvised a tiny bit with what was to hand.

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Lia:  Magic Infidelity Jerk Chicken

A lot of people claim a lot of things. In Germany we have a saying that goes “Love goes through the stomach” meaning that if you want a person to love you, you have to appease their gut and tastebuds.

Now, I somewhat agree, I love food and food loves me but I think I can happily eat a mountain of chicken wings with my friends and be content without my spouse being present.

But some people, in this case marriage hungry women, insist on the connection between love and food so much so that there are firm believers of the magic of the engagement chicken.

In all honesty, I find it difficult to not sound patronising when speaking of women who cook this dish for their boyfriends, so I won’t say anything at all. However, I did check out the recipe and it is quite uninspiring. Not that it wouldn’t be delicious nonetheless.

On the weekend I made my signature dish of Jerk Chicken for my boyfriend, not because I wanted him to propose but simply because the dish is pretty special.

Shonette suggested the dish should be baptised the infidelity chicken as it is so good, it makes men cheat on their wives.

Tongue in cheek quite clearly but here is my beautiful recipe which I got given by my friend’s mum who’d cook this every Sunday.

Not my photo from Google Image search

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Shonette:   What taco you so long?


Some might say that this is too much filling for one tortilla. Ignore those people.

Sandwiches are great, who doesn’t like sandwiches? Nobody. I spent the best part of an afternoon reading through this Wikipedia List of Sandwiches the other week, and it was time impeccably and enjoyably spent, let me tell you.

As well as being reminded of some of the well known greats such as the BLT, the Francesinha, the Reuben and the imitable chip butty; did you know that pizza is also classified as a sandwich? So are hot dogs, Welsh Rarebit, montaditos and hamburgers. But what about burritos and tacos? I mean, look at that list – even toast gets a look in for chrissakes. Who is drawing the line in the sand with this stuff?

In any case, this all put me a the frame of mind to make my own tacos from scratch. Many people think of tacos being those pre-formed crunchy corn envelope things, but tacos are at their best when they’re soft shell in my opinion, ie. mini tortillas crammed full of tasty and punchy fillings. There is a good guide to taco varieties and filling suggestions here.

In the end, the recipe I ended up with created 8 big tortillas rather than little ones, so if you want to create tacos then simply halve the measurements below, otherwise you’ll end up with 16 little tortillas, which let’s be honest can only be a good thing. I decided to go with a flour recipe due to what ingredients I had to hand, but you can find a good gluten free corn tortilla recipe here.

Ingredients and dough - ready to roll!

Ingredients and dough – ready to roll

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Mediterranean Vegetable and Potato Omelette | Catching up with Homemade With Mess

who wants life to be tidy when you can have more fun making a mess??!

Mediterranean Vegetable and Potato Omelette

If I was to tell you I had this for breakfast would anyone thing I was weird? I have crazy cravings at breakfast time, when everyone else it eating cereal or toast I enjoy a good bowl of soup, chilli, lasagne or the like; I basically crave something really savoury. My usual breakfast before work is leftover dinner from the night before of cheese on toast; the thought of a great savoury meal is the only thing that gets me up in the morning. While the weekdays involve something quick (I value the extra minutes in bed), the weekend give me a bit more time to cook up a breakfast storm. This was my first breakfast back from Ibiza, as I just craved something filling, tasty and fun to make. But breakfast aside, this would also make a great lunch, dinner with some chunky chips, or even enjoyed as a lunchbox snack cold.

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Welcome to a new friend: Mary Wheeler | The Search for Clarity

The Search for Clarity

Transformations, Successes, Hopes, Dreams


“What Doesn’t Kill Me Makes Me Stronger”

I’m Mary Wheeler. I’m 19 years young and a junior at the University of Minnesota studying Family Social Science and Psychology. I am an aspiring writer and couple and family therapist. I am striving for happiness and a sense of control over my life. I’ve come very far from where I have been and what I have been through. I work hard to get where I want and to achieve my goals.

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If you’re new to my blog, here are some topics you can expect to see:

Writing, Short stories, Poetry, Honesty, Feelings, Occasional Rants, Flash Fiction, Relationship (sustaining, helping, rebuilding, nurturing) Related Posts, Family, School, Minnesota, Helping, Health, Workouts, Exercise, Food, Love, Quotes, Tattoos, Piercings, Advice, Helper Resources/Articles, Vignettes, Memories, Photography, and much more. 



A Reflection About Family


Family is a complicated concept. It didn’t used to be, but with all the disowning, disapproval, judgement, and issues with religion, sexuality, identity, etc. the notion of family has become somewhat distorted.

The traditional definition of family is biological ties and a shared living space. It also includes two parents of opposite genders and children. Divorced parents, homosexual and cohabiting couples, and single parents are not included in this definition. Best friends, close colleagues, and anyone who is supportive aren’t included either.

The definition of family has changed dramatically as people go through difficult times within the family and without. Many people have to go outside those biologically related to them to find what they need in relationships. Family has turned into anyone who is unconditionally supportive and loving.

While I fully support seeking support, love, and care anywhere you can find it, I think it’s sad that we even have to go outside our blood relatives to do so. Our biological families should be there for us – no matter what. They should care about our well-being in an appropriate way. They should want us to be with someone we love and who loves us back. They should want us to be open with them. They should want us to come to them when we need help. Family shouldn’t judge or destroy us. I will never understand why some family dynamics are the way they are, nobody can understand it all, but it deeply saddens me that there are people who cannot turn to their family with everything and be welcomed with unconditional love.

All the shit that life throws at us is terrible and not having a family, or even a single member, to turn to makes it harder to handle. We cannot handle everything on our own. We need the love and support of others to make it through difficult times. And if we have to turn to our best friends, colleagues, teammates, and others over those who are our blood to help us, then so be it. All I know is I think it’s a tragedy. Not having your biological family step up and set their values, beliefs, and pride aside to be there for you and provide a safe place for you is a tragedy.

If you fit into this category… I apologize on behalf of your family. You are a beautiful person regardless of your struggles and imperfections. They have no right to desert you. Find others. You deserve better. You’re worthy. Carry on.


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A Cherokee Legend of Two Wolves


An old Cherokee is teaching his grandson about life. “A fight is going on inside me,” he said to the boy.

“It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves. One is evil – he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.” He continued, “The other is good – he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith. The same fight is going on inside you – and inside every other person, too.”

The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather, “Which wolf will win?”

The old Cherokee simply replied, “The one you feed.”

Today, more than ever, you have a multitude of negativity competing for your attention; television showing commercials of how you can’t be happy without their newest products, news media telling about the doom and gloom of the world, the internet and the drama of what is social media, talk radio, and personal acquaintances. Everything you take in effects the way you perceive the world. You become the average of the input you take in and the people you spend your time with.

Believe it or not, that’s good news. All of that information you take in is in your control. You can control the amount (if any) of negative television you take in. You can control the destructive news you absorb. You can control the radio station you listen to. You can even determine who you spend your time with. There’s an easy way to select who or what gets your attention. After spending time with that person or doing that activity ask yourself, “Do I feel drained or do I feel energized?” If it drains you…….DON’T WASTE YOUR TIME WITH IT. If you feel energized, it’s probably adding value to your life and making you better.

One of my mentors, Darren Hardy, puts it like this. Your mind is an empty glass. When you fill it with dirty water that is the lens you see the world through. The only thing you can see is negativity, doom and gloom. When you begin to pour clean water into it, the dirty water begins to overflow and leave the glass. Soon, if enough clean clear water is poured into the glass container, it will flush out all the murky water and you will be left with a glass of clean beautiful water, and that how you will see the world.

Are you taking in more clean water that dirty?
Which wolf are you feeding?

The Squeeze

I heard a speaker by the name of Steve Lacy give an analogy comparing people and what happens to them when they are squeezed.  Let me explained what I mean by being squeezed.  The squeeze is any pressure or adversity that a person feels that reveals what is on the inside.  Whoever the person is and their TRUE attitude towards life is exposed.

If you take an orange and squeeze it, of course you get orange juice.  If you take a lemon and squeeze it, obviously you get lemon juice.  The difference in the juice is the orange juice is sweet and the lemon juice is bitter.  If the lemon is painted orange and appears visually to be an orange and is even hung on an orange tree, guess what, it’s still a lemon.

When the new so called orange is squeezed, it’s still lemon juice that comes out.  No matter how it’s disgusted or what it does to try to be different on the outside, when pressure is applied, lemon juice still comes out.

Two guys are driving down the road.  Someone pulls out in front of their car forcing the driver to swerve and stomp on the breaks.  The driver of the car starts cursing the other car and making obscene hand gestures.  The passenger asked the driver why he was so mad and acting crazy.  The angry driver told him it was the other cars fault.  He was angry only because of the actions of the other driver.  If he wouldn’t have pulled out in front of him, he wouldn’t have become enraged. What was coming out was lemon juice!

The driver like many people blamed the squeeze.  He blamed the pressure for the way he acted.  But the pressure wasn’t the problem.  The squeeze only revealed what was on the inside.  How do you respond when you are pressured?  Does lemon juice come out or is it something better.  Do you respond with kindness, love, patience, and professionalism? Do you answer back with class and style?  Or is what comes out bitter?

It’s not just some of us who are squeezed.  Everyone WILL go through it.  Ancient scripture says that the best person who ever lived was also squeezed.  He also felt the pressure of society.  He was beaten, stripped of his clothes, mocked, taunted, spit on and ultimately tortured.  Do you know how he responded?  ………. “Father forgive them.  They know not what they do.”

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Welcome to a new friend: | hastywords


Turning Tears and Laughter into Words

A Mind full of Rainbows and Devils

I am just a girl trying to create rainbows in a world where my mind is held prisoner!  I write a lot in order to gain perspective, purge my soul, retain my memories, and to put into words what my tears and laughter are trying to say!  I don’t like to think about the rules of writing etiquette when I write.  I free flow my thoughts and write them however they come.  Many times they are complete nonsense but the world is full of nonsense.  I write about my family, my friends, strangers, and myself.  Many times I put myself into another person’s shoes in order to gain perspective about a situation or event.  I will not name names in my blog and I will often times not distinguish whether the writing is about my own thoughts or how I perceive another person’s thoughts would be.  My only hope in creating a blog is that my journey makes another person’s journey less lonely and I will find new pieces of myself along the way!

To be a bit more personal I am in my 40′s, a mom, a wife, a christian who believes in love and patience above all things, I have a masters in accounting and have a career crunching numbers.  I have lost 90 lbs, I have had a brain tumor removed, I am very goal oriented and feel lost when I don’t have a goal to achieve.  I have many amazing friends but very few of them are girls.  The girlfriends I do have I treasure dearly!  I have only one best friend (thus the term best) and he is the one I tell all my secrets.  I have an amazing husband who works hard and is willing to stay the course in all my crazy endeavors.  Above all I love people….I love their stories….their ideas!

*****I also love taking pictures.  Most of all the pictures used on my blog are of me and my family and friends.  Enjoy!!!

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We fly with the whitest wings

Together side by side, strong

So content my heart sings

Trust keeping us among clouds

Angels proudly majestic

Desired by mortal crowds


As time continued on

The majesty became old

We both began to wander

Taking a closer look at mortality

Wondering what it would be like

To live among the brutality


To gain passionate yearning hunger

Wisdom would come at a price

To understand human want

The poison fruit would be a must

With hands clasped, they dove

Looking for humanity’s lust


Sins filled their drunken cups

Filled their bellies full of rust

Their wings tarnished, black

Captivated by human form

They left each other’s side

Fallen angels from majesty torn


Show me a heart without scars


I will show you a heart

Without character and strength



Please know I love you

It is in my patience

It is in my forgiveness

It is in the way I watch

All the little things you do

The way I listen

To all the words you say

The way I read

The thoughts you write

I watch you searching

For your happiness

Trying to hold together

The life you built

I can see the panic

Dwell beneath your eyes

I can see dreams

Being swallowed

Sacrificed for morality

Please know I love you

It is in my patience

It is in my forgiveness

It is in the way I watch

All the human things you do

Crispy Skin Salmon with Homemade Gnocchi and Thai Basil & Chilli Pesto | Homemade With Mess

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June 6, 2013 · by homemadewithmess · in Fish, Food, Italian, Main Course, Photography, Salmon, Thai. ·

I love gnocchi yet I have rarely made it before, I think I have made it once but I guess it can’t have been that great as it wasn’t memorable. This receipt however, I will remember and it was sooooo tasty. It really adds something when you add herbs and parmesan to it, because you turn what could be something quite bland and doughy into a lovely soft little flavoursome treat. My one word of advice would be to make them as small as I describe below, I made mine pretty big and they do swell slightly when you cook them.

You may find that this is a large quantity for 2 people, but make it anyway as you can always have another meal from it the next day, or even freeze them for the future!

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Recipe Reveal: Dishin’ up cicadas | Expect the Unexpected

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Recipe Reveal: Dishin’ up cicadas

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Crunch, crunch, yum, yum, Cicada-licious! photo

Crunch, crunch, yum, yum, Cicada-licious! — photo

Cicadas are much more than loud, annoying insects that rear their red-eyed heads above ground once every 17 years. A good source of protein, cicadas can also be transformed into tasty snacks, hearty meals, and delicious desserts.

When you get lemons, make lemonade, so when you get cicadas, why not make cicada dumplings or cicada rhubarb pie?

Chocolate covered cicadas. Bet you can't eat just one. —Sodahead photo

Chocolate covered cicadas. Bet you can’t eat just one. —Sodahead photo

Yes, I know I complained about cicadas in a previous blog post. But since them, I’ve written a newspaper article about them and spoken to a number of cicada enthusiasts. While I’m still not a convert myself, I’m fearing the little buggers less and less. They haven’t arrived in Connecticut yet, but they will soon.

Kudos to Jenna Jadin and University of Maryland Cicadamaniacs for taking their love of cicadas to the next level. They love them, Sally Field love them, especially dipped in chocolate.

The Cicadamaniacs have created a recipe brochure called Cicada-licious, Cooking and Enjoying Periodical Cicadas, which offers up a bunch of tempting recipes for cicada treats.

It contains good tips about cicadas, how to find the yummy ones, and how to properly prepare the delightful morsels for human consumption. Oh, I can hardly wait! Get the water boiling.

Here are a few recipes from Cicada-licious that sound especially yummy: Chocolate Covered Cicadas, Cicada Dumplings, El Chirper Tacos, Emergence Cookies which look like cicadas emerging from the mud, and Cicada Rhubarb Pie.

Will I actually make any of these recipes if I come across some cicadas? Stay tuned.

Chocolate Covered Cicadas

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ONE FOR THE KIDS – Do Oysters Sneeze? | allaboutmanners

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Do oysters sneeze beneath the seas,

or wiggle to and fro,

or sulk, or smile, or dance awhile

…how can we ever know?

Do oysters yawn when roused at dawn,

and do they ever weep,

and can we tell, when, in its shell,

an oyster is asleep?

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Mussels in chilli tomato sauce | taste of colours

Mussels in chilli tomato sauce

June 1, 2013



2 tablespoons olive oil
1 onion, finely chopped
2 garlic cloves, crushed
3 small red and green chillies, deseeded, finely chopped
1 tablespoon tomato paste
1kg tomatoes, finely chopped
1 lemon, rind finely grated, juiced
2 teaspoons caster sugar
1/2 cup dry white wine
1.5kg mussels, beards removed
1/2 cup flat-leaf parsley leaves, roughly chopped
Tagliatelle to serve

Heat oil in a large, deep saucepan over medium heat. Add onion, garlic and chilli. Cook, stirring, for 3 minutes or until onion is soft. Add tomato paste and cook for 1 minute.

Add tomato, lemon rind, lemon juice, sugar and wine to pan. Stir until well combined. Increase heat to high. Bring sauce to the boil. Reduce heat to medium. Simmer, uncovered, for 8 to 10 minutes or until thick. Season with salt and pepper.

Add mussels to sauce. Cover and cook, shaking pan occasionally, for 3 to 5 minutes or until mussel shells open. Discard unopened shells. Ladle sauce and mussels into bowls. Sprinkle with parsley. Serve with pasta.

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Welcome to a new friend: Discovering Dimes | Discovering Garrett

My name is Garrett and this is a blog about the battle between my head and my heart.

via About | Discovering Garrett.

First Steps

Its been a battle and a half but at last there is peace in my heart. I have decided that in one way or another I will be attempting Photo: We had a packed house at Beto's Comida Latina! Thank you to all who came! I had SUCH a blast! See you again on June 22nd! Oh and a side note, We hit 750 likes! I cant even begin to say how grateful I am to each and every one of you. Thank you from the bottom of my pursue music. I realize that there will be people who are confused, and who don’t agree. I have assessed that sometimes the sacrifice will outweigh the reward. I have even considered that it may prove fruitless. But there is one thing that I cannot ignore. Sometimes the sky calls. It seems to me that when I look over my life, I find that the heart has always won. I started to realize that no matter how I looked at it this time would not be different. However, this time I have made sure that the people who matter most to me in my life are behind me in this. I don’t think they really know whats coming but by taking this step I have promised them that they will find out. I also believe that God is good. It has been such a struggle trusting him with this but I know its only because he alone knows what will happen next. But through patience prayer, and more patience I know I have heard his voice. And so with a heart full of joy and terror, I have ventured out into the unknown…”Bring me that horizon.” :)



My Dad has a small tree in his front yard. Its a sapling at the moment. He takes especially good care of it because living in Southern Texas there really isn’t an alternate option if you want your tree to turn into anything but a shriveled up old twig. The other day my entire family went on a walk through the neighborhood, and I couldn’t help but notice that my Dad was admiring the trees we would come across in our neighbors yards. The way he would look up at the big ones, pause for just a moment before moving on was starting to catch my eye. I was so intrigued by the way he would examine the yards in his neighborhood, that I soon joined in. Now my dad Just before we got home he looks at his sapling and with a smile he says, “Cant wait until this one grows up”. Even though he wasn’t trying to say anything profound, I felt his heart as he spoke those words. Such hope without a trace of a covetous nature is not often found. But that’s my dad. He has such perspective that the wise are often challenged to secure their pride when he is around. Perhaps if there were more pastors like him, the American church wouldn’t be such a hostile place. Perhaps he wouldn’t have had to teach this to so many leaders who would later stab him in the back for his position. And perhaps I wouldn’t have had to learn this so many times. But also, perhaps I wouldn’t know it so well…

The Bible says in Eclesiastes 3:1, “There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens.” In other words, Albert Einstein was once a student. The Ringling Brothers were once learning how to juggle, “The Edge” once had to learn his first chords, and the trees in my Dad’s neighborhood were once like his.

This past week I got the privilege of getting to know a lady who just started her own photography business. She has the same hopes, doubts, and fears that I do. She, like me has a dream. And also like me she has taken the first step into the dark. But the thing that identifies us together so uniquely is the fact that both of us have planted seeds. We both want to see Redwoods become of them, but how do we get there? By watering the ground. I refuse to let my desire for a Redwood stop or distract me from taking care of the sprout in the spot where I expect it will grow…

How tall is your tree? Is it Redwood size? Then climb the limbs and survey the land… Is it a sapling? then pick up your watering can… or is it a seed sitting in your palm? …..Then sew into the ground. Whatever the case may be today is your chance. Yes there is a time for everything but the only time for now, is now.

I am SO stoked to announce that I have OFFICIALLY started working on the first Discovering Dimes EP. Release IS THIS PhotoFALL and will of course be FREE! Excited and terrified at the same time but I know with friends & fans like you I will have no problem getting the music out there. The demos have done well, but I have lots of NEW MATERIAL and its time to raise the bar. Like this post if you want one!







[Terry: Hey! This kid’s a traditionalist. Good for him!

Photo: I'd Like to take a moment to thank everyone who has taken a moment to support me in this music project! In the last 18 days 160 of you have shown Overwhelming support to help me start up this fun little gig! And I'd like to publicly acknowledge God, the one who has allowed me to pursue any of this. Its He who deserves the glory for all of it because all of my resources ultimately have come from Him. Let me just say that so far this has been such a blast! And I cant wait to see what the future holds because I have come some really cool plans for the coming year. Don't forget that in February, two people who “Like” Discovering Dimes in Jan/Feb will be getting a FREE T-SHIRT!!!  So don't forget to tell your friends to enter by “Liking” Thanks again guys, you are all very down with the sickness :) Stay tuned and God Bless

Welcome to new friends: Sarina & Binyamin | The Cosy Kitchen


My husband and I created this blog to post, share and discuss all things food. This includes food that we have made ourselves or friends to places we really enjoy eating at! This is an opportunity for us to share with you the things we love….FOOD!

Sarina & Binyamin

via about | The Cosy Kitchen.

Vegetarian Pizza

My husband made this delicious home-made vegetarian pizza last night. Pizza Dough Ingredients 650g plain white flour 1 tbsp salt 2 dried yeast sachets 1/2 tbsp golden caster sugar 50ml warm milk […]

Spicy Cheese Omelette

This is a great meal to make for those busy days when you’re on the go. It is quick and simple to put together and takes no time to cook! […]

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My friend and I went to a lovely Lebanese restaurant in White City Westfield. The place looked amazing with its Arabian decor and dark wood interior. The food was equally as amazing if a little pricier than the other restaurants in the area. We ordered a bowl of olives and garlic prawns to share. My friend being a guy ordered the usual mixed grill that consisted of big chunks of chicken and lamb (Lamb, Shish Taouk and Kaftah) served with a side of chips. I decided to be a little more adventurous rather than play it safe.


I ordered the King Prawns which consists of delicious grilled prawns marinated in olive oil, served with special chef sauce and Lebanese rice.


The presentation was beautiful and the prawns went very well with the tomato-y sauce and the rice.


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Pan Fried Salmon with Warm Samphire and Tomato Salad, a Salmon Scotch Egg and Dill and Caper Mayonnaise | Homemade With Mess

Pan Fried Salmon with Warm Samphire and Tomato Salad, a Salmon Scotch Egg and Dill and Caper Mayonnaise

Pan Fried Salmon with Warm Samphire and Tomato Salad, a Salmon Scotch Egg and Dill and Caper Mayonnaise | Homemade With Mess.

May 30, 2013 · by homemadewithmess · in British, Fish, Food, Main Course, Photography, Salmon. ·

I have always thought I have a relatively healthy ethos when it comes to food; I will always get my 5 a day, often try alternative options to frying and will avoid ready meals and processed food like the plague, but this was one occasion that I longed for a deep fat fryer. I love scotch eggs, and think they are especially good if still slightly gooey in the middle, however I think the gooeyness is near to impossibly when baking scotch eggs, as they need to be cooked for so long that the egg totally cooked. I therefore thing I may have to convert to the fryer club, just to be able to broaden my cooking techniques.

Hard centre scotch egg aside, this was a pretty special meal. It is the first time I have eaten samphire and I can honestly say that I have been missing out for 26 years. It is absolutely scrumptious and is very much in season right now, so should be easy to find in the supermarket. Sam also commented that this meal was one of my very best, and he eats my food daily! The flavour combination works really well, and even though the scotch egg kinda looks a little out of place (small quails eggs may have been better), all together it is a huge flavour explosion.

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Welcome to a new friend: Ann Marie Woolsey-Johnson — maternity peeve

From the gal who brought you The Filmonista, comes the heart-wrenching tale of an MFA, a baby and an unemployment check.

Ann Marie Woolsey-Johnson was once a designer, writer, teacher, gardener, and film critic.

In the early 2000s, she was a popular Vegas lounge singer.

Actually, that’s a lie… but, she is an above adequate piano player.

She’s now a stay-at-home mom, insomniac, crazy idiot neighbor, B vitamin junkie and chronic Facebook status updater.

And that’s okay with her.

Check out her once prestigious film blog:

via About | maternity peeve.

Every time I try to be June Cleaver, I end up like Joan Crawford.

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Birthdays really bring out the worst in me. It happens to be one of the few occasions during the year I actually look forward to. So much so, my unbridled enthusiasm ends up crushing my plans; and in some of the worst ways possible.

Today is my daughter’s 2nd birthday. Here’s a quick recap of how my celebratory endeavors turned ugly. Fast.

June Cleaver was my muse as I began the day by dressing my daughter up in some frilly pink clothing. (Truly out of character; I never dress her in pink clothing.) (Red flag #1.)

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Dropping my daughter off at her school, I’m eager to get back to my kitchen to bake some cupcakes.

I never bake. (Red flag #2.)

Back in my kitchen, I’m zen as I assemble and combine my ingredients.

I’m never zen. And certainly NEVER in the kitchen. (Red Flag #3.)

I start to whistle. (Perhaps the biggest Red Flag of them all?)

I place my cupcakes in the oven to bake, and I wait. In what resembles a 1950s housewife type of Valium induced fog, I find myself in the bathroom actually trimming my cuticles with a cuticle remover.

I own such a tool? (Red Flag #4.)

English: Fairy cakes in an oven, taken from front.

English: Fairy cakes in an oven, taken from front. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Several minutes later (about 20 to be precise), I begin to smell baking soda and burning. Exit fog. Panicked; I begin thinking about how dirty my oven is, and my mind goes berserk. Have I cleaned it lately? If so, with what? Toxic chemicals? Did I use the self-cleaning option? Does that even WORK??

I feel my blood pressure spike; I have to bring these cupcakes to my daughter’s nursery school for a party in 45 minutes!

Borderline bonkers, I conduct a Google search on the heat of ovens and how they can vary from one to the next. I read that my oven is probably “normal” hot. Sigh. Thank you, Google. You are my church.

I breathe and then spot some sugar and flour on the counter near my blender; I missed a spot? I run to the cabinet and grab my trusty Method spray and take care of it, post haste!

The burning smell returns, this time accompanied by smoke and my detector’s alarm. I open the oven and see that the once happy, rising tops of my cupcakes have now fallen flat, hard and blackish. Oh, and I have about 3 minutes to cool and frost them.

I run into the bathroom again, flash blow dry my hair into a mangled frizz bomb, and sprint back into the kitchen; helpless but bound and determined to salvage at least five cupcakes

Note: This is where a rational woman would stop and admit defeat, head to the store and pick up an alternative. HA! Not this delusional momma.

My daughter and her friends will have cupcakes; even if they are burned, damnit…  and they’ll like them!

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I place everything in Tupperware, and I’m off!

Just as I aggressively pull the door shut, I spot my keys on the table (about 8 feet away from me). SLAM. Locked out.

It’s pouring rain.

As good luck in bad situations would have it; I spot an umbrella on my porch. I grab it with force and anger; my mind quickly fleets to the image of Mommie Dearest grabbing a handful of her daughter’s hair as she screams; “SCRUB, Christina… SCRUUUHB!”

I begin speed walking to my daughter’s school, zig-zagging around puddles like a mime (I neglected to mention, I’m wearing the thinnest sandals I own), trying not to drop two awkwardly balanced Tupperware containers full of charred cupcakes. Smiling at passing cars, crying, and then, eventually laughing myself back into that lovely fog.



“When are you guys having the next one?”

And like clockwork…sign it happened.

20 mos post-first born, in fact, just as all my friends said it would. The first time I heard it, I was completely caught off guard. In my kitchen (my home, my comfort zone), I was approached from the rear by a friend of the family.


The sound of that lone syllable echoing in my head was enough to keep me turned around at the sink; chin tucked into my neck just enough to show I was listening, but intent on getting the dishes clean.

I knew what was coming; we just had an enjoyable dinner complete with all the “oohs” and “ahhhs” that accompany a family gathering where a toddler is the highlight of the evening.

“When are you guys having the next one?”

There are so many things wrong with this statement, beginning with the presumptive “when?”.

How about the word; “next”? I mean, just how many are we talking about here? Four? Five? Furthermore, when does this “when?” end?

My answer; one that’s been rehearsed over and over since even before my first (and ONLY) child was a concept:

“Oh no, just one for us. One is more than enough.” Big fake smile.

<Small, very real rage>.

Why so angry? I thought you’d never ask! Please, let me list these reasons in bullet points for you– in fact, why don’t I choose asterisks instead? Asterisks are ornamental… friendly and less likely to be used by someone on a war path to prove a point, right?

* My husband and I are not breeders.  True, we’ve got some killer genes to pass on, but unless you’d like to talk about a surrogate offer, we will stand behind our word, thank you very much.

* We enjoy our nightly couch time.

* I like having time to blow dry my hair. It’s a priority. Sue me.

* Believe it or not, we actually WANT to spoil our child.

* We’re not a baby factory for our parents. We get it; our folks want grand kids. But guess what?  They have other children they can harass.

* We do not care to make our friends who have multiples feel better about their situation by having several of our own. We love you, but it’s your problem you have no time to: shower for more than 3 minutes, eat dinner in peace without being the target of an Ella’s Kitchen Squash Broccoli puree boomerang, and catch-up on Mad Men. I cry for you, really… I do.

If you approach me with this question, be prepared for my canned response. But please know, I will be more than happy to show you to the door if you press me for more information. And if you ask me in public, there’s a good chance I might throw a scalding hot cup of coffee directly at your face and run screaming “I need an adult!!”

Give Me My Check Now | Ramblings From an Apathetic Adult Baby

This experience has been highly objectionable and I want it to end as soon as possible. I’ve watched this waitress saunter about the restaurant,

Toots Schultz

Toots Schultz (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

feigning laughter and genuine interest in customers’ stories while permitting that smallest of small talk to gush out of her dolled-up face socket. Yes, Toots, that’s right, your overly-projected conversation about it raining two days in aEnglish: Logo of Universal Church Triumphant o...

row is not fascinating to anyone. It’s odd to make a point of something being unremarkable, but that quip was not conversation-worthy in the slightest. You’ve exhibited a blatantly offensive lack of self-awareness when you didn’t even hesitate before launching into that monotonous monologue. Initially, I thought it might be an isolated incident, but not three minutes later you started in on a tirade about your mild dislike of lentils. Honestly, everyone’s life’s too short to listen to that. 

Release me from this tediously droning waking terror and bring me my check. I know I don’t like you, but you can be my angel and set me free.

via Give Me My Check Now | Ramblings From an Apathetic Adult Baby.

Welcome to a new friend: le zoe musings

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Hello and welcome to Le Zoe Musings! I hope that this space will become your daily retreat for simple ideas, inspirations, and reads about anything baby, food, designs, and random musings.

As I have my indulgence moments of the day over a cup of tea or cappuccino, I hope that Le Zoe Musings can become part of yours. A space to visit where the hustle of the morning rush, the frantic palpitations in preparation for a meeting, or your precious cargo demanding mommy’s undivided attention (every min. of the day!)- cease to exist.

I’ve always been an imaginative and creative individual although I hold degrees in the Business/Information Systems and Health fields. I enjoy many simple and inspiring things in life- cooking, sewing those silk decorative pillows, photography, graphic design, gardening, interior design, etc.

Recently, mommyhood welcomed me and although it’s been a challenging feat, it’s so rewarding at the same time. Zoey has become my joy and breath of fresh air. She is the most amazing gift!

So here’s to being creative, getting inspired, and creating your own opportunity.

via About | le zoe musings.

Blueberry Almond Bagel

Sometimes the weather can be very insensitive and unkind. It doesn’t care that we already made plans. What was supposed to be a fun filled day at Martha’s Vineyard (biking around the island) this coming Memorial weekend might not happen. The almost perfect weather forecast has turned into far from perfect. Today has already show signs that it’s going to be gloomy, wet, and dreary for the next couple of days.

Seriously weather, do you have a heart of stone?!

At least this blue weather has inspired me to make a very blue breakfast. Comforting, healthy, and so perfect for mornings like these…

BLUEBERRY ALMOND BAGELDropped Zoey off at school and did a morning run to the grocery store where I picked up this yummy blueberry bagel. Added some toppings and it was ready to be devoured.

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zoeyAnd this is how much Zoey LOVES cream cheese. She eats it straight from the tub!

Photo journey | Life and Photos by Andy

Photo journey

May 21, 2013 · by photosbyandy · in Manblogs, Uncategorized. ·

I’m reposting this as an amendment to my About page.

This blog will be about my adventures with photography and life. I’m always inspired by natures beauty, and I will be my best to share that with you. I have recently been, venitian tower flatusing a Cannon Rebel XT EOS, its a very basic DSL camera. I am still in an Amateur when it comes to picture taking. However I feel that I have an eye for good pictures, imageand I have recently discovered a new favorite quote by Alfred Stieglitz “It is the eye that takes the picture, not the camera.”

When I first started this journey I found myself using Photoshop quite a bit., to make my pictures better. As my picture taking journey has progressed these past months I have been using Photoshop less and less, because my picture taking kills have improved. I’m still not there yet, but its getting there. Thank you all for following my journey.

I will also be sharing some of my life experiences as a husband and father. I have two wonderful daughters and the past few months I have had the privilege to be a Stay At Home Dad. Since this summer I have had to take over the house hold duties, since my wife is working full time. My cooking skills have VASTLY improved, which has greatly surprised my wife. After eight years of marriage I have still find ways to surprise my wife. I can only hope this continues for the years to come.

My wife will also be making the occasional guest blog appearances, about her experiences as mommy and wife.

Rio Grande River

via Photo journey | Life and Photos by Andy.

Happy Birthday B! | Pressed Words

Today was a rainy dreary day in Amsterdam. It was grey all day and poured profusely. But it was also a public holiday, which meant we didn’t have to work. Awesome. And even more importantly, it was B’s birthday!!IMG_7792If you can’t tell by the gifts, we did a bit of celebrating this morning! B and I were absolutely wrecked this morning after an all-night birthday dance party, so we woke up slowly, sipping tea, eating crumpets, and of course, opening presents!! IMG_7794I love stickers, but never quite know what to do with them. This year, I used a ton of funky little bunny stickers to decorate B’s presents. Sticker problem solved.IMG_7796

via Happy Birthday B! | Pressed Words.

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Comfort food for the soul from a time when things were so much simpler...

Adventures of an author's wife

Editor and publicist for my author wife Michelle McMurrie. Michelle is transgender and wrote her current books under her previous name of Michael Pugh.

Chris Brake Show Podcast

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Psych Circus

Enjoy, Learn, and Erase Stigma!



Globe Drifting

Global issues, travel, photography & fashion. Drifting across the globe; the world is my oyster, my oyster through a lens.

The Honking Goose

something to honk about

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The Chalk Outline

the blog home of mystery writer Jeff Markowitz

Mik Mob's Music Mass

share YOUR favourite tunes with The Mob

Riley Amos Westbook

A fantasy Author with too much free time on his hands that likes to Support Indie Authors.

terry73's Blog

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To Boldly Go

My mission to seek the Lord and to boldly go where He leads me


Fight corruption in PGCPS. Innovate, Change and Transform - Create Transparency and Accountability Initiative.

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On The Heath

where would-be writer works with words

Amanda Dyer

Founder & Creative Director at Maison by Amanda Dyer & Editor-in-Chief, Living 360 Magazine & Mompreneur 360 Magazine

Don Charisma

because anything is possible with Charisma

Journal Edge

An online blog with highly informative, cheerful and inspirational articles for people who love travel to India with passion and make a different Lifestyle. Vikas Acharya is the founder and managing editor at Journal Edge Online Blog. Contact me to find out how I can help you create high-quality blog content, lead magnets, ebooks, and web copy for your business.

Art Attack

Discovering art in everything

What's Good?

Around the globe..

The Digital Inkwell

If poetry be the food for love, pen on.

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Beautiful Life with Cancer

Discovering the Gift

Strictly for the Birds

My banal thoughts while flying on just about everything

Setsu Uzume

Author, Editor, Narrator

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Works of Thought... And Pictures of My Soul

Jobsdhamaka Blog

Job Interview Tips and Career Advices


Just a regular thirty-something-year-old trying to capture the essence of life in writing. Join me as I journey through the ups, the downs and the adventures in between.

Predictable in Her Unpredictability

Doing What Makes My Soul Shine

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Fast, Cheap Followers and Likes


A man who will break rules and play dirty, only bound by his own code of survival.