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| Friday, September 25, 2009 |
| Yummy Goodness |
Chocolate cake mix Vanilla pudding (4 serving package) Two eggs 1/2 cup sour cream 4 oz. Neufchatel 1/3 less cream cheese (half a pack) 1/4 cup water 1/4 cup oil Mix all ingredients and bake in greased 13x9 cake pan at 350 degrees until toothpick inserted in middle comes out clean I liked it warm with coooooold milk. Super yummy goodness. |
posted by katmandusuekookachoo @ 5:15 PM  |
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| Wednesday, September 23, 2009 |
| Yarn |
| Oh, the joy of yarn. I love the stuff. I don't have any skill with it, I will never be the masterful creator of scarf, sweater, afghan or beanie... (many have tried to teach me to knit or crochet, and many have failed miserably). I so admire those who have learned to loop, knot, and bring together creations of delight for people like me. I love knit sweaters, booties for big people, booties for little people, blankets, and shawls. I love that someone somewhere was so ingenious, to create yarn, then to pull a ball of it... one long strand, and make something as essential as a covering for the warmth of another. What an incredible thing. Everyone I know uses the skill as a form of stress therapy. Apparently the methodical click clicking of knitting needles, the counting, the sitting for hours watching the growth and development of a creation wrought by your own hands is incredible for the soul. I can just imagine the amount of pride one would feel every time their loved one cuddled under the 'woobie' or donned the sweater, the product of hours of care and devotion they created. I find that I am devoted to the substance because of what it does for me physically. I love the warmth it brings. I love the way it envelopes my body. I love the way it looks. Huge fan of yarn, this one. I love the romance behind it. I picture myself sitting before a big fireplace, a cup of hot coffee in hand, a lovely throw across my knees, a swarthy knit sweater pulled over my body, and a book so intriguing I can't take my eyes from it. I think of cuddling up on the couch with my boys, watching a movie.. toes happy in knit sweater socks.. I think of standing on top of a mountain covered in ice and snow, the full moon glancing and sparkling below, the view of a hundred tiny twinkling lights from windows of houses miles away, a warm knit beanie pulled down across my brow and over my ears, a scarf wrapped around my mouth and face. I love fall for its cool reminder of the beautiful creations stored in boxes, bags and hanging in the back of the closet. This truly is my time of year. |
| posted by katmandusuekookachoo @ 4:08 PM |
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| Wednesday, September 16, 2009 |
| Perfecto! |
Strangely laced
Not at all like the other shoes
Is it that the wearer forgot an eyelet?
No.
All are accounted for
Hm.
Its ill-begotten
Uncomfortable to the uniform eye
Take it out
Start over
Something is still not quite...
What to do?
It isn't right
Can't be fixed
Is it the shoe? |
| posted by katmandusuekookachoo @ 4:05 PM |
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| Gotcha! |
They walk around with headphones the size of ear muffs hanging across their necks.
The music issuing so loud it enters the room before they do.
Its fun to pretend, panther-like, walking on the balls of the feet, nary a sound in the movement...
Creep quietly, deftly, pouncing at just the right moment.
They never see it coming.
A loud inspiration- eyes bulge, lips curl, fists fly up ready for battle.
I love being mom. |
| posted by katmandusuekookachoo @ 3:53 PM |
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