Since I was a child I’ve enjoyed art especially, drawing. I first drew the illustrations for my children book at age seven. It was a great time, I enjoy sketching birds, houses, trees, bodies of water, and farm animals. It is a beautiful thing to draw. Drawing lines, connecting lines into a beautiful picture. It’s really quite fascinating.
I also greatly enjoy watercolors. Especially watercolors that involve nature. I love how the colors in a watercolor fade into each other. It makes me think of sand on a beach just fading into the water.
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This specific painting I attribute to my grandfather who fought in the Chosin Reservoir of 1950. A bloody and terrible war where, in fact, the commander abandoned his men. I’ve read that the UN forces, which included Americans, were outnumbered, 10 to 1. What a horrible and atrocious battle.
Good morning all, (salutations are wonderful aren’t they?)
As I sip a steaming cup of strong dark Sumatran coffee I muse over my new e-textbook, “Mental Health and Case Management”.
Before I get into that, pigeons make the coolest noises. There’s a nest of them outside my window and I love hearing them while I’m writing. I think they’re rooting… or rather cooing, for me to finish my degree ;).
I am reading this book as a prerequisite for my degree in psychology. I intend to use this degree to pursue a Master’s in Counseling. I am thrilled to be pursuing this as I have always been intrigued with the counseling career, though, have struggled with self-confidence. By a stroke of coincidence, I began living in a household with a counseling student for a roomie. And thus gained the confidence I needed.
Back to the textbook. So far I’ve learned that case management is no 9-5, walk-in-the-park, kinda job. The time you need to dedicate to your clients is, as I’m guessing, quite exhausting. Case managers are essential to the psychiatric rehabilitation of an individual and are fundamental to their recovery.
The really wonderful part about this job, that I think is so in-line with my thinking, is respecting and empowering individuals. Celebrating small successes to give your clients hope and courage to strive to become better. This career is about giving your clients compassion and empathy everyday. Not to be overly BOLD in saying this but that is literally my calling card. I love loving people.
I haven’t finished the textbook yet, so more later. Next up I’m delving into a chapter on “Medications and Managing Psychotic Disorders”.
Hello, I am Maggie Kuhn. You may be thinking of the historical Maggie Kuhn the Grey Panther activist who died, coincidentally, the same year I was born. Now, if that’s not a call to action for myself, then I don’t know what is. I do read quite a lot and drink coffee quite a lot… and smile QUITE A LOT!! 🙂 🙂 🙂
My mission, through this blog is to inspire disabled people struggling with traumatic brain injury and other neurological conditions, to be inspired and have hope for the future. I have had my own struggles after my fatal car wreck, with TBI, neck fusion, and dystonia. I am, however, a fighter, (also, Irish…fighting Irish, haha).
I am a pro-life Catholic author and activist. Of course, a world of difference with what my predecessor was. We are in name the same but worlds apart in our mission.
By writing this blog I am hoping to inspire others through my mission of spreading good will and hope to others, through my own journey as a TBI survivor. Working around my disability and struggling to stay afloat in this world. Clinging close to religion, love, and good will.
To rekindle with a friend from long ago is such a blessing.
This morning I awoke to the sun streaming in my window. Kind of a shock when your so used to waking before the sun. But all in all I feel very blessed today. I visited the church which I unfortunately missed mass this morning due to changing mass times.
This morning being Sunday and since I’m trying to up my protein intake I made pecan brown sugar pancakes.
I’ve been reflecting on life as it is for me. I was talking with one of my good friends the other day saying how I felt in a rut. But after reflecting on this I’ve accomplished so many of my goals in these past few months!
One of my goals was to become a barista which I am happily doing at this adorable little coffee company startup. It is amazing, the shop is fantastic. The couple that started it have a large family and the spouse, who’s a carpenter, made all the furniture inside! The neat thing about the shop is that the owners have their own personal roaster who goes down to Mexico and works with the people who grow the coffee. I am so impressed with there business and beyond happy to be working there!
As my bike skidded to a stop in front of the library I felt the chill rain against my face. Rain is such a beautiful thing that cleanses away all the dirt and griminess. I see it as a refresh from what happens on a day to day basis. And Lord knows we all need to have a refresh. Eek.
I started a new part-time job at a hospital. It’s not a glamorous hospital job but it’s a job that pays, so I am very thankful. The position is as a dietary aid and my work involves a lot of dirty dishes. Which is a bit symbolic of my life right now. Erk, it is all kind of up in the air. Thankfully I have my hobbies that have proven great antidotes to my slight anxiety.
This week and last there’s been increased flooding in the Central Plains. It rained all of Memorial weekend. This Memorial weekend brought a lot of new changes in my life including a new love.
I jumped into painting again as a hobby which is a nice break from my work. My current medium of choice is watercolor. I haven’t done that many paintings, yet. I’m sure looking at one of my paintings you couldn’t tell the difference between them and chicken scratches. But through time, they will change and I’m sure I will get better.
Lately, I have been biking a whole lot as my mode of transportation. Pedal biking that is. Burn calories and get places; what better way to get places. Hopefully, that will change someday after I get my license. Someday in a blue moon. Haha.
Since my relocation, I have been writing and reading more. A whole montage of different books.
I currently have on my desk Get a Financial Life- Personal Finance in your Twenties and Thirties. It’s proven to be quite informative. Hopefully, this will cause a change in my life sooner the better.
I dappled around in Diana Galbadon’s Voyager book which proved a bit too explicit for my reading tastes. Though I am a huge fan of Galbadon’s work and think she is truly a genius.
Also, I am working on getting my application in for a volunteer program abroad that I hope to do this Fall.
Currently, I am WiFi-less at my house and hopefully will be getting that set up on Thursday. Which is going to be such a relief.
To know a second language is to enter another world.
My morning began with coffee, faux apple pie oatmeal, and some hard-core Portuguese lesson.
So, for all my lovely oatmeal connoisseurs.
Date Inspired Apple Pie Oatmeal:
1/2 c. oatmeal
1 c. water
1/2 chopped apple (I used Gala, but any other sweet apple would do)
First set a pot of 1 cup water with a dash of salt on the stove. Once this comes to a boil, follow usual oatmeal procedure, add 1/2 c. oatmeal. Boil, till desired thickness. Add chopped apple, diced dates, chopped toasted walnuts, honey, and spices.
What a rip-roaring beginning to an amazing day!
First, an amazing bowl of oatmeal, let’s be honest, any bowl of oatmeal with toasted walnuts is quite the coup de grace, in my opinion. Besides, I admit, I’m a little bit of an oatmeal fanatic.
Now, vamos estudar!
I became interested in learning Portuguese in college when I was good friends with several Portuguese exchange students and the mostly Brazillian soccer team. It was an amazingly exciting time in my life! Growing up around Spanish speakers it’s easier for me to understand Portuguese. Both Portuguese and Spanish are romantic languages I’d say it’s pretty easy to figure out grammatically and I’m learning the sounds.
The way that I learn languages best is by communication and repetition. I know this to be true of a lot of language learners as well. I will share with you some ways I am learning languages.
One of my solemn favorites is Duolingo, which is available online and as an app. A solid first for conversation is Babble, a free online conversation platform with tons of different languages learners and natives ready to exchange languages. Listening to languages also helps a lot. Coincidentally, Spotify has a lot of resources for learning languages! Currently, I’m listening to “Learning Portuguese with Bruno and Thieme.” Which is a great conversational way to learn a language.
eventually I would very much like to have a real conversation with a Portuguese speaker.
But until then my friends I will just practice. And write for my real job–the newspaper.
Do you have too much of something that makes you feel depressed? Like too much fat, too much homework, too much time alone, too shy, too talkative, too anything.
You are amazing how you are! Don’t let anyone tell you differently, you were created to be amazing and you are on the long journey there. Like a flower before spring, opening your awesomeness one day at a time. Like the many years, we live and the people impacted by our awesome petals. Slowly unfurling to express a beautiful flower. Then falling to the ground to renew and give life to others.
Maybe, its time to think about what matters. Maybe it’s time to change your life to become better. We only have so long in this place called life where we’re called to touch others. What can you do today to reach out to someone and share your life? Maybe, hanging out with family or friends over a glass of Rosse or hot chocolate, sharing a cup of tea or coffee with a friend, woodworking, or even just writing an email to someone. True happiness is, I find when I’m crafting something for someone else. Whether it be words or yarn. Maybe for you, it’s crafting wood or watching a good movie with friends.
I think why crafting strikes my fancy so much is that it is the process of creation.
We were crafted and created as humans in the likeness of God and so it is in our bodies to create anew.
And, we as humans are created with original sin, sorry to burst your bubble, but yes we sin. So, original sin is something we’re going to be fighting day and night. Any sin can be conquered it just takes persistence and drive.
So, be amazing and strive to bring happiness to others through living vibrantly the life you’ve been given! 🙂
As the coffee perks, I am swallowed in music. The banjo, my favorite stringed instrument strums across the bright kitchen. The echoed picking gets me to thinking about how our lives echo across the fine line of existence. How every decision we make is shattered into our livelihood and shapes us into our own unique individuals. Carved from the roots of our birth, we must find our own way. Like a ship sailing the ragged sea of life with all its dangers and precautions, we must stand fast at the wheel and follow our compass.
It’s majestic outside the snow veiling the ground but bitterly cold. Perfect for coffee AND researching. I’m working on an article about the Pawnee Indians that were indigenous to my area. Sadly enough I see the current political climate of the United States in rather the same light. Immigrants who’ve called America their home pushed out. Atrociously sad.
Spices blending and percolating in the filter slip into the pot, like late party guests slipping in quietly, unnoticed. The wind bouts the house as the tree limbs shake above like marionettes, the wind their puppeteer. The clouds, framed by the hills, stoop and scoot along the highest limbs, pretending to be foliage. But alas, the dead of winter freezes everything in its chilled and mesmerizing trance.
As I gingerly sip steaming coffee I philosophize about the summer. The sun coming in blazing and the hills covered in green followed effortlessly by its breaking and scattering across the hills, slowly extinguished in the black velvet night. This black velvet night adorned by the diamonds of the sky every star lighting just enough space to the next, as if in communication. The stars communicating with one another, like every person in our country, free to raise their voice and be heard. So be a star and raise your voice.
That’s how I imagine summer; coming in on the thrusts of natures finest, on the voices of the brave.
Hopefully, by summer, I will have completed a couple more short stories. I finally got up the courage, when I was completely bedridden, to publish two short stories on Amazon. I had to muster up a lot of courage to publish those. Courage is a hard thing to achieve but I’m so glad I published. Even if no one reads my works, at least I’ll have done it and it will go down in history; hehe maybe not a very long history, but wishful thinking, you know ;).
Wishful thinking is like black coffee it gets me up in the morning.
Hope your day is studded with awesomeness, you’re amazing, be brave and you WILL conquer.
My mind is a war field it seems. I’m sure others can commiserate with me on this. Torn between pain and remission it seems. The pain came from the sutures and staples taken out of my foot today. It was a sharp cutting pain that hasn’t gone away. If it wasn’t enough pain to have the sutures and staples yanked out, just seeing my foot was enough to make me dizzy and somewhat faint. My foot though completely bloated was bunion free. After seeing that my mind went numb I just can’t put emotion on how I felt… thankful? Definitely. shock? Especially. utter grief? Indubitably. Maybe, what I feel about it is just a mixture of those. I’m very thankful that I may have a real chance at an active life after this with fewer limitations.
After my painful encounter with tweezers and other doctors tools for taking my sutures and staples out my foot was wrapped again in gauze and cast. It’s blue. Which apparently is cheerful, but honestly, I don’t think if it was rainbow it would make me cheerful to be hauling my leg around in 5 extra pounds of cast and gauze. Just my opinion.
When he did put the cast on to cement it he used hot water. Which let me tell you, burned somethin’ fierce on my leg.
I slept 8 hours today. That’s crazy. I never sleep that much. I think the shock and on the way home pain caused me to be such a lazy bone. I did stay up till midnight reading so that might explain part of it. And I didn’t have any coffee today. Traveling and pain really wears a girl out though.
Well, for now, my friends keep your chin up and look toward a brighter future. Short-term sacrifice for a long-term gain.
The heat of the logs lit into sparks on the wood as you cracked to rocks together. Before long we had a roaring fire as you prepared the tarp into a lean-to tent.
The night sky was black a pitch and the stars shown like diamonds. The campfire smoke obscuring Orion like a wedding veil.
As the night grew long we listened to nature’s chorus and the cicadas long droning on as if the night were endless. Some things are endless I suppose. At least that’s what we felt on that night like our love was endless.
We had forgotten a blanket. Haha, totally think that was planned… Anyway, we cuddled down together beside the heat of that flickering fire. And talked about our lives and childhoods for hours it seemed. So different yet so similar.
Then you surprised me with Bedouin tea that you made over the fire in a metal pot we’d bought at the thrift store. You had purchased all the ingredients. Within minutes wafts of smoky cinnamon, hot cardamon and anise floated up and covered me. we had picked out funny mugs at the thrift store too! I had opted for a mason jar. I guess the tea was good and hot like its preparer…
The moon reflecting over the lake sparkled enchantingly. Reflecting the moon as if it knew its every curve.
A beautiful reflection of life.
I believe that such as the water knows the moon so do we humans choose who we know as our moon.
Now I sit in the window regaining my health after surgery gazing longingly at the moon.
Hoping, wishing for your safety and your sweet return with me under the moon and the stars that give me hope.
As I crunched into the crunchy cucumber I taste a mix of cumin and paprika. Tonight I had tacos. Taco Friday; I think tacos should be celebrated on more than Tuesday 😉
Here’s my tasty taco recipe: 2 tacos
splash of olive oil
1 sweet potatoes
dash salt & pepper
shredded mozzarella cheese
Heat oil in a skillet and wait for the fragrance of olive oil, then add sweet potato and cook, cooking depends on how hard/soft you like your sweet potatoes. After a bit cooked add in 1/4-1/2 c. black beans, cumin, paprika, and salt & pepper. Let this sizzle on the stove for about 2 minutes. Then spoon into two tortillas and top with cheese.
I then added a spiked dill cucumber sauce.
chop and combine everything.
And the grand finale of the meal was Irish coffee. Which was soooo good!! And sooo simple.
Brew a pot of coffee, I used Equal Exchange Fairly Traded, Organic African Roots, coffee beans. Add hot coffee to mug then add 1 jigger (this is a shot glass) whiskey (I used Tennessee because it was all I had on hand) 1 jigger of creme de cacao. Then I whipped my own cream out of heavy cream. Then sprinkled a dash of nutmeg. Quite tasty! A great conclusion to a wonderful meal.
This came on the radio as my brother pulled into my house–my home. My S.O. and sang I sang this song on our way home from our campfire. That song coming over the radio brought me right back to that time. Right back to that night, right back to Amelia Earhart and to the state lake.
We were surrounded by fireflies that masked the night like a thick glowing veil. The cicadas droned on their sounds, like sirens, making the frogs think twice. The air was fresh and damp like a cool dawn. The sky above was black as pitch and the stars bright as diamonds. Which you later plucked from the sky and gave me.
Being the soldier that you are you came with the bare bones for pitching a tent and making Bedouin tea in a kettle we had picked out at the thrift store. An old copper tea pot. If I wasn’t already nonplused you put it right on the fire and in a good half hour we had strong sweet Bedouin tea; that literally was one of the most delicious teas I’ve ever had! We talked some more and ate chocolates.
It was a sweet night that will forever be in my memory. The night I first fell in love beneath the stars.
The moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide us toward salvation.
As I rounded the corner I hopped of as the wheels skidded across the uneven gravel. I exercise all caution when coming around corners on my bike. Today I rode 4 1/2 miles, 13 hills and I’m feeling pretty darn proud! I thought a lot during my ride about limitations and relationships and how few people get how the traumatically injured brain thinks. I in no way condone the people who don’t understand. Believe me its hard for the traumatic brain injured people to even understand themselves somedays. I’m still trying to figure out why I decided to bike 4 1/2 miles on slightly muddy dirt roads today. I hadn’t biked in nearly a week.
In the time that I have left before my surgery I want to try and push myself physically a lot—not too much because brain injuries don’t play well with over exertion.
I also in this time want to really start focusing on taking care of myself again. Honestly I’d love to get a manicure/pedicure. That’s random but it does sound nice. It might be good if I started doing yoga too; for the flexibility.
Also, I’m trying to read Dante, which is actually a good deal fascinating! I like the depth of the writing it really gets you thinking. Slow progress though. I daresay it will take me all winter; all of my recovery.
A round of shots rang out. My eyes flitted open nervously as I scoured the room looking for a threat. The white curtains were illuminated by the still pallor of the moon. It was a nightmare that woke me up in a cold sweat.
Reaching for my phone to check the time the screen cracked a little more shattering any image the phone had. Blackness. The wind picked up and a scuffling sounded from the window.
The cold linoleum pricked my bare feet in the still darkness. My kitchen was lit by an LED bulb that my most dutiful S.O. gave me. The darkness framed my windows. It was 4:30. Insomnia has its bouts of bitterness.
Fumbling around in the light of my lamp, because Lord knows, the average person who awakes at 4:30 is still in the process of waking. I happened across my lovers name tag. His name in straight Arial font gazed up at me in the glowing light. I was transfixed for a minute, wondering, wishing for his safety.
The oatmeal canister stood attention in the darkness of my cupboard, giving me the “How does the do!” of the morning. After fixing a plan bowl of oatmeal with a spoonful of brown sugar, because in my book Saturdays and brown sugar go together ;). My coffee pot began perking out the smells wafting through my kitchen of cinnamon, cloves, nutmeg and vanilla. A perfect mug of piping hot coffee. Yum!
The sun bravely started shining through my curtains as I began my 100 squat workout. Today, I switched things up after that jumping into a leg workout afterwards then abs. These were all provided by my lovely XHIT gals down there on youtube. I am a huge fan of XHIT!! Great way to get me going in the morning.
Largely the rest of my day consisted of brain training–focusing on memory and speed. Which I believe will be a great addition to my turtle-like RAM. Duolingo is a great asset for learning languages.
The goal of this new editor is to make adding rich content to WordPress simple and enjoyable. This whole post is composed of pieces of content—somewhat similar to LEGO bricks—that you can move around and interact with. Move your cursor around and you’ll notice the different blocks light up with outlines and arrows. Press the arrows to reposition blocks quickly, without fearing about losing things in the process of copying and pasting.
What you are reading now is a text block the most basic block of all. The text block has its own controls to be moved freely around the post…
… like this one, which is right aligned.
Headings are separate blocks as well, which helps with the outline and organization of your content.
A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words
Handling images and media with the utmost care is a primary focus of the new editor. Hopefully, you’ll find aspects of adding captions or going full-width with your pictures much easier and robust than before.
Try selecting and removing or editing the caption, now you don’t have to be careful about selecting the image or other text by mistake and ruining the presentation.
The Inserter Tool
Imagine everything that WordPress can do is available to you quickly and in the same place on the interface. No need to figure out HTML tags, classes, or remember complicated shortcode syntax. That’s the spirit behind the inserter—the (+) button you’ll see around the editor—which allows you to browse all available content blocks and add them into your post. Plugins and themes are able to register their own, opening up all sort of possibilities for rich editing and publishing.
Go give it a try, you may discover things WordPress can already add into your posts that you didn’t know about. Here’s a short list of what you can currently find there:
Text & Headings
Images & Videos
Embeds, like YouTube, Tweets, or other WordPress posts.
Layout blocks, like Buttons, Hero Images, Separators, etc.
And Lists like this one of course 🙂
A huge benefit of blocks is that you can edit them in place and manipulate your content directly. Instead of having fields for editing things like the source of a quote, or the text of a button, you can directly change the content. Try editing the following quote:
The editor will endeavor to create a new page and post building experience that makes writing rich posts effortless, and has “blocks” to make it easy what today might take shortcodes, custom HTML, or “mystery meat” embed discovery.
Matt Mullenweg, 2017
The information corresponding to the source of the quote is a separate text field, similar to captions under images, so the structure of the quote is protected even if you select, modify, or remove the source. It’s always easy to add it back.
Blocks can be anything you need. For instance, you may want to add a subdued quote as part of the composition of your text, or you may prefer to display a giant stylized one. All of these options are available in the inserter.
You can change the amount of columns in your galleries by dragging a slider in the block inspector in the sidebar.
If you combine the new wide and full-wide alignments with galleries, you can create a very media rich layout, very quickly:
Sure, the full-wide image can be pretty big. But sometimes the image is worth it.
The above is a gallery with just two images. It’s an easier way to create visually appealing layouts, without having to deal with floats. You can also easily convert the gallery back to individual images again, by using the block switcher.
Any block can opt into these alignments. The embed block has them also, and is responsive out of the box:
You can build any block you like, static or dynamic, decorative or plain. Here’s a pullquote block:
If you want to learn more about how to build additional blocks, or if you are interested in helping with the project, head over to the GitHub repository.
The fields of college options are littered with privates, public, online, and on-campus. I’m swimming through the possibilities and there’s so much I barely can lift my head above water for a gasp of air. It will all be worth it in the end though I know. And I have short-term memory loss from my accident, which doesn’t help any.
I’m having trouble sorting things out and thoroughly sifting through options. There’s just so much information and I am easily overwhelmed.
So to hold myself accountable for steps toward a bachelor’s degree, I’m going to be documenting everything here on my blog. I am no savant in math or science but I have had great success with getting accepted to colleges. I’m good at pitching myself. I’ve always been good at pitching stuff ever since I was 8 years old helping pick and toss cantalope onto a trailer. But that’s another story for another post…
So quick roundup of all the colleges I’ve been accepted to Kansas University, Wichita Area Technical College, Wichita State University, Sterling College, Emporia State University, Green Mountain College, Emerson College, and John Paul II Catholic College. I’ve narrowed down that I would prefer a public college. I can see myself taking online courses, which will actually give me more space to pursue my own activities. College is a bit overwhelming for me as well.
Having a TBI makes it harder to concentrate and harder to memorize information. So online classes are more conducive I’ve found.
I know that I want to go into Journalism. And actually recently after visiting Emporia State University I became intrigued with their online programs. So we’ll see.
Hello All, this morning began with thunder, rain and a very bad headache. As I have previously shared I am a recovered TBI survivor. Dealing with the emotional ups and downs of TBI can be very difficult and trying for those you come in contact with. The people who don’t know the inner warfare you’re dealing with.
This morning I cried a river. I cried for my lost dreams. I cried for my confidence. I cried for the distance. It’s hard to think when you’re swimming in emotional turmoil. One minute you’re happy, almost euphoric, the next you’re crying a river.
I don’t have any answers if you’re looking for solutions. I just have my story.
In 2005 the crash ejaculated me from the vehicle hitting the back of my head and sending me into a coma, with a broken neck and broken arm. After being rushed to Wichita ICU for immediate medical treatment. I was diagnosed with severe traumatic brain injury and a VP Shunt was installed in my head. The shunt helps the fluid drain from my brain. It was put in because of my condition of hydrocephalus which is the condition of water being above the brain. The shunt works as a drain.
I woke from my coma with a light-headed unconscious feeling. My head felt heavy and I remember being very confused as to why. A halo had been tightened around my neck the metal pricks rested against my forehead. I couldn’t talk because my mouth had been wired shut or even eat because of my feeding tube. IV’s trailed from my bed.
I was sent to Madonna Hospital in Lincoln, NE. Here, after loads and loads of therapy ranging from speech to physical, occupational and whatever else. I recovered slowly. My mother, a teacher stayed with me throughout my entire rehabilitation there. I am so thankful for her loving care at that time in my life. I couldn’t have survived as well without her. My dad also was a huge support as he visited the hospital quite frequently during my time there. Once he brought my puppy Cowgirl. That was a good day.
My time at Madonna was a trying one as I stubbornly dealt with the fact that I could no longer walk and was wheeled everywhere. Among other things, I could no longer do. The loads and loads of therapy plus my stubbornness to not give up really paid off. I remember walking across a blue rubber mat towards my mom for the first time. She was crying. I could now tell her I loved her and stumble behind a walker. I am so thankful to the therapists who worked with me during my struggles at Madonna. My especial recollection goes to my OT and PT who worked tirelessly with me, pushing me to achieve. And my huge immediate family. My sister who sang to me and my other sister who read to me.
I was really blessed and lucky.
After struggling through the rest of my elementary, junior high and high school I finally graduated with a surprising 3.0. Thank you there to all the teachers and paras that helped me earn that. I went directly that summer on to Community College where I fulfilled an associate of general studies (AGS) emphasis in English, in a total of 4 years and loads of failed classes.
Howdy all! I am embarking on a thought journey through the caverns of possibility. The decision can be made whenever but my main nemasis to my decision is time. And Lord knows time is not abundant. College is a huge burden on my mind. I so badly want to complete my bachelors degree at a liberal arts school but am frustrated by the endless amounts of options and the weight of a looming serious surgery, which has demanded serious alternatives to my college education choices. It just takes awhile to sort through everything. Besides that I am juggling some other endeavors.
I’ve been packing up a box for my boyfriend, which helps me think about him on a deeper level. About his interests and crafty ways to design boxes. I enjoy browsing cute deployment box designs on pinterest! My latest box features owls and trails.
The best thing about flat rate shipping boxes to APO is that the boxes are completely free. For this project I am using a medium sized flat rate box which I am packing tight, like a box of sardines. Haha, but not sardines, not sure my BF would appreciate that.
I cut out watercolor paper for the two larger top flaps. After cutting them to match the the sides of the flaps I began water coloring my owls. I found some cute owl pictures on Pinterest that I copied with my watercolors. After the watercolors had dried I used spray adhesive to glue them on the flaps. The other two shorter flaps I designed with colored paper adding jokes and inspirational quotes and verses.
Here’s my finished box.
The box design did take awhile since I hand water colored the owls. But I had a free afternoon and what better way to send my love. I enjoyed the project creation. As I mentioned it took me a couple hours. This might have taken so long because I was listening to sad military songs on Spotify.
It’s a fun project and a great way to send something physical as a sign of your love!
Hope you enjoyed this post, have a smashing good day!
This morning I groggily stumbled into the kitchen where I measured the coffee, with my special clay measuring spoons my soldier gave me. Making my morning coffee is honestly one of my favorite things!
I have a variety of different additions I like adding to the grounds. This morning I’m brewing Green Mountain coffee. Which is not only delicious but also comes from my favorite state, Vermont!
I like adding different ingredients to my coffee to jazz it up. The combinations are totally based on my mood for the morning. This morning I awoke to a happy drizzle cloaked with fog outside my window and the melodious sounds of swallowtails. Definitely a day for my “Snicker doodle Soldier.” This adds a cinnamon and vanilla mixture which creates a nuanced flavor that my neighbor has deemed a tasty snicker doodle flavor. The name may perplex you somewhat. I named this drink Snicker doodle Soldier because it was my first coffee I enjoyed with my soldier. He loves it and so do I!
I also LOVE mugs!! Shopping for unique mugs is one of my favorite things to do. My variety of mug is the unique and outlandish ones. I’m not a girl generally for word art on mugs but I like the whimsical ones with odd things on them like castles in the case above.
Some of the best places I’ve found unique mugs are thrift and pawn shops. I don’t generally buy mugs online, however, when I do I shop on Etsy. I like shopping there because I know that most of the money on the purchase goes directly to the artisan who designed or made the mug.
By now I’m sure you’re looking at the picture above and questioning my sanity in putting Rabbit in the title of this post. Rabbit has quickly become my new favorite app. The Rabbit app was made primarily to make long distance relationships stronger. I am currently taking it for a trial run and am very impressed with the UX design and user experience.
A white snake curled its body around my leg as I tried to scramble up the muddy creek bank. I was trapped no one was there. Being trapped has always scared me. This was a nightmare.
Last night I had a dream about a day when a half cheetah spotted cat half tabby cat following my boyfriend and I back from the river, past the railroad tracks on a dirt road. It was swaying back and forth and clearly was sick. My boyfriend told me to go on up ahead while he took care of it. He did but started screaming as it bit him. I called 911 and said a quick prayer. Then I woke up.
I hate nightmares, I barely slept 5 hours last night… Grr… the warm breadth of coffee is beckoning me to the kitchen. Coffee I think is my aid when I’m stressed, when I’m frustrated, when I’m happy. Only three cups max a day though. I’ve heard that Benji Franklin used to drink absorbent amounts almost 33 cups a day! Oh goodness, I would have the worst headache. I enjoy having coffee with freshly baked biscotti. Below is soe biscotti I made.
I decided to change it up with the coffee. I bought Dunkin Donuts dark French roast and it tastes really good. Coincidentally, Dunkin’ Donuts has a program for sending your loved troop overseas free coffee. Which, I gotta hand it to them is pretty amazing! I will post more about cool resources I’ve found for my loved one in another post.
This morning it’s raining. I love the rain it is so renewing and invigorating for my inner writer. Unfortunately, in my town, there isn’t a coffee shop to write from. I love blogging in a coffee shop. In fact, some of my favorite local coffee shops are Jitter’s Coffee House and The Kettle, which are a distance away from my house but always fun to visit.
I like coffee shops. I like the buzz of a coffee shop in the morning. I like picking up conversations about new babies in someone’s family or what happened at someone’s house last night.
One of the most notably sad conversations that I caught snippets from was a man talking to someone on his phone about trying to convince his suicidal relative to keep living. It was so heart-wrenching. I felt so sad for him. I think he was in the medical field, perhaps. Here’s one of his quotes, “She’s hiding from life and I can’t get her back.”
If I had the time I could make an anthology of all the raw cut conversations I’ve heard in coffee shops. Things that often echo the human soul. Things that pulse our emotions. That’s why I like coffee shops the most.
I love reporting. It’s what I do best.
This morning I’m going to read the Bible again that always comforts me, especially after bad dreams.
Have you ever had a dream about somewhere you’ve always wanted to go? Maybe France to see the Eifel Tower? Or Jamaica to bask on the warm beaches?
My dream is a little different I have always had my heart set on visiting Montpelier Vermont. Montpelier is the capitol and is actually a lot smaller than other cities in Vermont. The capitol building has a man standing on it that when made became crooked. The three biggest exports are marble, maple syrup, and apples. The famous Vontrapp family that starred in The Sound of Music, with the renowned Julia Andrews, lived in the Vermont state. The state name is in fact, named after the French words for green mountain, “Ver” & “Mont”. The state of Vermont was actually its own country until it was admitted to the United States as the 14th state.
And dare I mention that Ben&Jerry’s Icecream, Green Mountain Coffee, King Arthur Flour, Biotek, and the National Life Insurance Company. The highest paying jobs in Vermont are composed of various medical fields including internists, dentists, anesthesiologists, surgeons, gynecologists etc. Bleh, so the freelance writer doesn’t have the greatest chance… But there is a publishing company called Tuttle Publishing, that interests me. Teaching is always an option too. Also, there are some amazing bakeries.
I am so in love with the Vermont mountains I someday hope to see.
Hi all! Sorry for the delay in posting, I have been doing a lot of reading, rodeoing and getting my name out to job boards. Eek! I was finally decided on the perfect job for me as a customer service representative, so excited for my first day!
These past weeks have involved quite a lot of livestock and “horsin’ around” rodeo reporting fun, in my area of Kansas. The Belleville County Fair and Midget nationals were last week and the previous week was the Cloud County fair. Unfortunately, I did not make it to either, however, I read a great article about the Midget racing from Deb Hadachek from the Belleville Telescope,
I thought it was a fascinating article, the history of little towns always interests me.
Aside from working for the newspaper and going to rodeos I’ve been enjoying some amazing sunrises!
I’ve also been experimenting with brownies! One of my favorite things to bake. Recently some of my favorites have been a simple combo of 3 Tablespoons of cocoa, 1 banana and 2 Tablespoons of peanut butter; I use Crazy Richard’s peanut butter.
And oh goodness, if you’re looking to add some chocolatey goodness to your chicken, I have the recipe for you. Moles! Oh goodness, it’s like eating chicken and chocolate all at the same time! I have been experimenting around with mole sauce and have found the best recipe to be a Healthy slow cooker recipe. This recipe has no added oil or dairy butter but instead uses 3 Tablespoons peanut butter. Which makes a yummy protein addition to the chicken.
I found these recipes on my Allrecipes app which is a really convenient way to explore recipes and organize your recipes. This is a super convenient app if you have kids or a 9-5 job. The link for that is below.
My adventures through South Carolina were extraordinary as I stepped onto the glistening sand and felt the waves ripple and tickle my feet with their salty licks.
This was my sight as I rounded the corner from a lovely dinner at Poogan’s Porch on Queen street. At Poogan’s Porch, I had a mule and a duck that sure had a kick to it! Definitely not a drink for the faint of heart. The duck was exceptional! I feel like I should insert a duck joke here but I feel like having a duck and a mule in the same meal is enough of a joke.
The beauty of the sun closing lit up the waves as the crash against the dock. It was magnificent! The park nearby was crowded with a wedding party. The air was thick with the smell of blossoming dogwoods, Spanish moss with a spritz of salty sea water.
The Spanish moss was such a sight, like hair. I decided it might make a nice mustache. I saw this at Magnolia Plantation and Gardens.
We saw an amazing church that looked so stately in the night sky.
These are little slices of my adventures in South Carolina. I would definitely recommend going to Poogan’s Porch and Magnolia Plantation, you might even see an alligator in the pond at Magnolia Plantation!
Did you know that July 19th is national ice cream day? I actually found that out. Funny enough I had frozen yogurt for lunch today not even thinking about the “holiday” I had missed. Haha, seems like they’ve come up with a holiday for just about everything.
That’s actually something that bothers me a bit.
The fact that every little thing has a day of celebration. I think that that is irreverent to the holidays that are actually matter, no offense “cake day” or pie day” “cat day” fans.
The word holiday, in fact, is a word that originally came from the Old English word “haliday”. Which combined two words translated holy + day.
Pie and cake are not worthy of a holiday and I think just the fact of giving them a national day is not only irreverent but also somewhat of an objectifying nature for our country to take. Especially, when the United States motto is, “In God we Trust.”
Well you’ve heard my two cents on the matter. Of course those are just examples “pie day”, “cake day”, and “cat day” but I do think what I’m writing has some value. Well, I suppose this is a rather impregnable argument.
I do think though that it is a regional thing. Different places place higher status on different things so I guess that’s what it boils down to—regional importance.
Well that’s what I’ve been thinking about on the matter.
So, I’m curious friends. What do you think about giving ordinary things holidays? Are you for it or against it? If you could name a holiday what would it be and what would it celebrate?
Last night I was so tired! When I had gotten home from my wonderful time at the Indian restaurant I found the dishes needed washed. So after washing the dishes I was feeling more awake. I have had trouble sleeping for years and I did not want tonight to be a night I couldn’t sleep. I would guess this sleeplessness resulted from my TBI.
When I was in the grocery store last I picked up some chamomile “sleepy” tea. With my farm experience/herbal research I do know that chamomile is a sedative. It was glorious! I had the best sleep with no interruptions!
If, perhaps you have the same problem. Here are a list of other herbs and methods for sleep:
Hot milk, touch of honey, with a hint of cinnamon and nutmeg
Lavender candles- the scent of lavender
Eating a small bow of oatmeal– SHOCKER!! But one I can definitely attest too.
Also, there’s this breathing exercise that I learned: Here’s how it goes: Close you eyes begin breathing deeply, picture a Black sea and on it a black ship. Watch the rhythm of the waves. Keep breathing deeply.
That last one is pretty nifty. My grandfather, who fought in the Frozen Chosin war taught me that one. Does the trick too!
Oh my goodness friends, my dear and I were invited to a dinner out tonight with some friends. My friend told us the occasion and boy did she choose the right spot!! We met up with everyone at an Indian restaurant that was hands down 10/10. I had too many dishes of too many entrees/appetizers/desserts I couldn’t pronounce and, of course my friends, the company was superb!
The trip home took a good long time, so my dear, and I enjoyed the long dark ride. Passing cars in the dark reminded me of Tracy Chapman’s, Fast Car song. Which really is sad and quite melancholy.
Anyway, hope all is well with everyone and I look forward to posting my next adventure soon 🙂
So last night my closest and I had a pizza night. It was superb!
As I ran to get the door I could smell the wafts of marinara and cheese. It was superb! I opened the door and ushered in my closest holding a fresh baked pizza and a bottle of red wine! what a dear. My dear is basically a home chef! 🙂
Anyway, after our pizza we watched a movie called Night School which was pretty funny. Actually it was just funny. Not funny enough to be pretty funny. It’s one of those movies you’d want to watch when you just need to relax and giggle a bit. It was a great night and one I shan’t forget anytime soon!
And I know what night school is like. Oh, Lordee! I remember my night classes in college. For me it was even worse not only did I have a night class but I had a night class in algebra. Arrgggh… Thankfully, I made it out alive, metaphorically of course.
I recently read an article online that horrified me. As I sat with my fresh brewed Columbian coffee in hand I sat and cried.
The article was about Pornhub’s promoting Premium service to users starting in Italy, Spain, France then going to Canada and even the United States. The company commented that during this crisis the sites statistics,
“clearly illustrate that people all over Europe were happy to have distractions while quarantined at home.”
Porn watching is quickly transitioning into rape, abuse, and sexual exploitation, and even TRAFFICKING! It MUST be stopped. This is an exploitation on humanity and must be stopped for the good of our society. It is a triggered by despair, lack of pride, and a disillusion that “this simple fix” will be the mental release. This is not the release men, but a horrible exploitation of all the is good, unique and alive in a person.
Porn is the destruction of society. Porn strips away all human dignity. It is the base of animalistic ways. We are, hominum (humans) not animals.
In today’s Gospel, Matthew 9:9-13, we are at Jesus’s knee eating with tax collectors and sinners. He eats with them and the Pharisees question his apostles, asking why he should eat with sinners. Jesus overhears this and says,
Those who are well do not need a physician, but the sick do. Go and learn the meaning of the words, I desire mercy, not sacrifice. I did not come for the righteous but sinners.
So Jesus comes for all of us, sinners. All we have to do is open our hearts and eyes to his miracles. He is calling you and me to step out of our comfort zones and create our own extravagant life.
Today, is the feast of St. Matthew the Apostle. St. Matthew was a Roman tax collector. Roman tax collectors collected Rome’s taxes, which were quite high, and kept half the profits, by trade. Jews considered tax collectors as traitors and thieves, and rightly so. In fact, the Talmud, [the body of Jewish civil and ceremonial law and legend], classified tax collectors as robbers and murderers. Matthew preached among the Jews for 15 years that the anticipated Messiah had come in the person of Jesus.
So the readings fulfill a great message that we all need mercy
This implies the question, what is mercy?
Merriam-Webster defines mercy,
1. Compassion or forbearance shown especially to an offender.
2. A blessing that is an act of divine favor or compassion.
God’s mercy is unexhaustive, goes on forever.
God’s activity, manifests mercy, on behalf of his people, to free them from slavery.
It may seem overwhelming sometime or perhaps like you’re trapped as a sinner doomed for nowhere good. I used to think that way, too. Living life as if everything was against you and not being happy. It’s a struggle to look on the bright side, sometimes. In my perspective, the glass is always half full.
That is where I find the strength I need to seek mercy.
Something to reflect on. I hope your Saturday is as bright as mine.
As I sip my morning coffee from a black take-home coffee cup I think about my morning passages. Matthew 5:13-16 is packed with wisdom and integrity of heart. God has blessed me recently, by giving me the courage to stand up for myself. And has blessed me profusely with the simple gifts of sunrises, housing, food, work, and sunsets… oh and good coffee 😉
This morning I read and meditated a bit on a passage from the book I’m reading, Faith Hope Love, by Josef Pieper. This book is changing my life and my perspective on how to live and love.
Love is a focus on the good and bad of a person. It’s fighting hard and loving hard. It doesn’t make any sense and makes all the sense in the world.