Accentuate the Positive

Hello All! Let me begin by saying how blessed I am to be living and breathing today! I am so thankful for that.

I find myself currently in limbo. Between jobs, college and finding a new house. Haha, I’m sure up to my knickers in decisions. My life is somewhat chaotic right now. In chaotic times like these its a great reminder for me that I’m not in charge of my life God is. I have just been given this life.

Most certainly this is a challenging part of my life.

For challenging parts in life, I usually try and focus on the positive. Like that song, my kindergarten teacher taught us: You’ve gotta accentuate the positive, eliminate the negative latch on to the affirmative. Thank you for the positive energy Bing Crosby and the Andrews Sisters.

So with all the boxes and packing tape out, I’m feeling a bit successful. This is, of course, is only because of my organizing and packing nine boxes this morning. Everything is almost done, hurrah! I think I should definitely celebrate tonight… Brownies and Braveheart anyone?

This is my third time moving in my life. Not like moving countries or states or anything but still moving is moving. I may in the future have a lot more moving to do too, hopefully!

I’ve learned that labeling is crucial to the practice of moving. I found that my kitchen which took the most boxes. That may just be because of my ingredients… I have built quite the collection of spices and baking essentials. My kitchen boxes have a pink frill and red patterned apron ties hanging out of them.

Then to the bathroom which may take several boxes if you like makeup and hair accessories. It did for me at least. My bathroom is smaller so I was able to pack everything into one box nicely.

I will pack my bedroom tomorrow which surely will be quite the task… I hang all my dresses on hangers and poking holes in trash bags to cover. Which isn’t as nice as clear dress bags but I figure it works just the same. Since I only have three pairs of shoes it was easy for me to pack them in the bottom of the same box as my clothes.

One thing’s for sure with all this packing and stress of moving, I will get through this.  I just have to hum to myself, “You’ve gotta accentuate the positive, eliminate the negative…”

 

 

Embark on a New Journey

I have battled the insidious fields of Community College. Wading through math classes like molasses and selling my time to my studies. But, hurrah!, I have one class left and it is hopefully going to be quite easy. Fingers crossed.

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I began my college with the goal of pursuing a bachelor’s degree, little did I know that the associate’s degree would take a whole of the time that the bachelors would. And I have such a melancholy degree that fits everywhere but really nowhere at all.

But heave-ho and away we go! Off to complete my bachelors. Fingers crossed!

 

Eggs & Coffee

Do you like having scrambled eggs and coffee? Maybe you like creamer as well. Have you ever thought about the combination of the two. Today, good readers, I will introduce you to egg coffee. This preparation originally came from Scandinavia. I kid you not egg coffee has the smoothest, deep, almost chocolatey flavor and I think is quite superior to most coffee preparation methods.

You may be thinking that I have lost my marbles or in this case eggs. But the egg plays a pivotal part in clarifying and intensifying the coffee’s flavor.

To begin, grind your beans. In a bowl, a cereal bowl works fine, crack an egg and crush the shell up with the egg.

Next add in the coffee. This should form a cookie dough/brownie mixture.

Hop over to the stove and start boiling the water. Once this has reached a rapid boil drop the coffee mixture in by spoonfuls. By now the coffee is smelly rich with a chocolate-y undertone. Let the mixture boil for up to ten minutes.

Then transfer the coffee to a french press. You should be able to drink the first cup without the filter but adding the filter will be necessary.

Vahla! I have introduced you not to egg coffee. Enjoy a hot cup now 🙂

 

 

 

 

Owl Boxes and Wise Life Decisions

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.

Owl always love you

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!

 

 

 

In Retrospect-Veni. Vidi. Vici

I stared at the folded flannel you’d left tucked under my pillow and my body shook with tears.

My family and I had dropped you off at the hotel closest to the airport hours ago. I had cried the whole way home. When you had kissed me that last time you left me a promise you’d be home. I didn’t wash the flannel for days because it was the last scent I had of you. Scents calm the weary heart.

Our love story started on April 1st. The evening was hazy and held an air of promise. My love would finally walk into my heart. We met on his birthday. Previously, I had planned it all ahead, candles and homemade cake. The cake was a fabulous three-layer chocolate cake. The room was growing golden in the hazy sunset as you rapped on my front door. Little did you know that indeed that door was not in use. Your muscular silhouette outlined my door as a grasped the knob with the excitement of a teenage girl at prom.  How your eyes reflected light with a color like the sea on a rainy day.

The next months I spent with you were like a new horizon to my life. You had opened up new pathways for me by believing in me. You gave me a new way of thinking. I learned what MMA fighting was. I went to my first shooting range and actually shot a gun. We had coffee at my favorite coffee shop.

We loved like crazy for those months. Learning about each other. Carving out our pasts and our dreams to each other, like a finely carved wooden chair. One night when we were watching a historical Polish war film it started pouring cats and dogs outside. A thick web of angels tears streaked my windows. And you had left your truck windows down. So, racing outside in your yellow windbreaker, looking like a fisherman out to sea, you cranked your window handles up and raced back.

You started packing two weeks before you left. Each night you left my house a little later. Spending those last nights together we kindled our love. A love like the light in the tabernacle, always burning.

Throughout the days after you left the angel tears streaking my window soon streaked my face. The strength I gained from your belief in me has just intensified as I’ve learned to spread my wings and fly alone. That’s all I can do just believe you’ll be back.

After a week of slow mourning I began picking up old hobbies that I had shoved under the rug. water coloring, crocheting and writing poetry. I picked a walking trail around town I walk nearly everyday. His absence had left my heart withered but I found the path back to my life before him. It is hard I won’t say its not but you just have to pick yourself up and start over–alone. All alone, you have to find you path, your direction.

Honestly, from my experience, deployment is the biggest struggle you’ll probably ever face. But then you realize its slipping through your calendar like the sand slipping through your fingers.

Making goals for yourself to bloom spiritually, mentally and physically have been the threshold of my growth. Joining support groups on social media has helped with the stress of him being gone. I read other women’s stories of their triumphs and struggles during deployments. We all support each other and it gets more bearable.

I have began working out and literally molding myself into a lean and healthier person. I was shooting for 6-packs but I’m not sure that’s going to happen. I have always wanted six packs if only for a week that would be amazing!

As mentioned previously in my blog I want to visit Vermont and begin my travel blogging career there. I also want to move into my own apartment and get a puppy. My academic pursuits have been successful with the completion of my associate’s degree. Soon I will begin the pursuit of my bachelors degree.

Spiritually I am striving to be better, I’m by no means perfect but better. The Lord has given me more than I deserve and I am forever thankful for that. Every morning I try to read the Bible, which has been a great comfort for my soul. This time away from my love has only strengthened my cardinal virtues, such as patience and fortitude. With so little communication our relationship demands an equivocal amount of patience, certainty with speech and endurance.

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This is a bit of my journey so far on the long road of deployment. I hope if my readers are experiencing deployment woes they can find some comfort or at least consolation in this post. For now my readers have a blessed day and keep believing that everything will be ok in the end.

 

Snicker doodle Coffee and Rabbit Typings

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!

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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.

Hope everyone is enjoying their Sunday!

Cheers!

-Magnificient27

 

 

Bad Dreams,Sad Conversations and Echos from the Human Soul

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.

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This is some of the biscotti with fresh jam 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.