Organic Dinner, Sort of...

Today's dinner was amazing. Not only was everything (other than for the lamb) born and raised in the back garden, I helped make most of it! I washed the bean's, pealed the potatoes and mashed them, cut and arranged the salad plate, and well it seemed like more than that at the time.
Anyways the garden presents for tonight meal were: red baby potatoes, pole beans, orange and red tomatoes, green pepper, red radishes and white French Breakfast radishes. After a little slicing and dicing, boiling and draining, mashing and buttering dinner was accomplished. Dad put the finishing touches on the lamb as I mashed up the potatoes and mom set the table. A very clean, stable, fresh, and organic dinner-even though I am NOT organic. I love these kinds of dinners. Mmm.

A Dream's a Dream. Right?

The other night I had the most fantastical dream, and whilst dreaming I thought, 'Hmm, this would make a great reality.' But alas, most dreams do not take the reality side of most people's lives; no they stay just that-Dreams.
And then it hit me, not like a freight train hit-but somewhere between that and my older brother punching me on the shoulder (all in good jest), when I dream a dream involving someone I know, or don't know for that matter, do they dream that same dream at that very moment? And when they wake up do they find themselves wishing to return to that dream long gone? Or do they forget, as most people do, the fantastical dream that occurred, just upstairs?
Most likely they forget, but what if...
Dreaming. A hobby of mine I will never tire of, for there I can live lives where anything is possible. The impossible is made possible. The unlikely is, well, likely. But for this dream to become anything but a dream reverts to the impossible and unlikely once my eyes open and the day starts anew. There is no room for dreams in reality, but one can only hope.
I can only hope.

Moist, Fluffy Scones

Preheat oven to 400 degrees
1 3/4 cups Flour
2 1/2 teas. Baking Soda
3 Tables. Sugar
1/3 cup Butter-melted
1 Egg-slightly beaten
1/2 cup of desired FLAVOR-Apples/Cherries/Almonds/Chocolate Chips
1/3 cup Half and half

Blend the flour, baking soda, and sugar together. Stir in melted butter, then egg, then 'Flavor'. Add half and half, use hands to combine ingredients now.
Lightly flour the counter. Kneed the dough. Place on ungreased pan. Kneed down the dough into a circle, with clean edges. Cut into eighths. You may baste another egg on the top of it before putting in the oven, only if you choose.
Put in oven for 10-12 minutes.
Enjoy.

Always leaving room for improvement

Recently I got offered a full time job with benefits and couldn't refuse, and in my last week of employment at my current job that is (was) part time with-out benefits I feel sad to go, nervous, curious, and lots of other descriptive words that go with those adjectives. I know this is for the best, as I can tell so far, and in the long run is the best choice for me. I love having the opportunity to improve my skills, knowledge, and life as I move on to this exciting new career option, that has so recently become reality.
Perhaps with this new improvement in my life there will follow others that help round out my life. None to mention at this time, but to follow in later blogging--possible. I want to always leave room for improvement.

Either

Thanksgiving. A time of family, food, thanks, and giving. But what I love the most about it is the LOVE.
I say to him, "I love you."
"I love you either," Sammy says, not knowing that he is mixing up his 'too' and his 'either'. Sammy is 2, talks non-stop (one might be able to understand most of it), and loves his Aunt Gretch-as he calls me 'my Geshie'. He has a handsome head of curls that bounce as he runs to tackle me with a hug, all the while screaming 'my Geshie, my Geshie'.
Thanksgiving. I am thankful.

Breaking Heart pt. 3

She woke up, like every morning half an hour after her alarm went off. Take a shower, get ready...nothing special. She pulls out her new pink and black dress, "Let's see how this looks in the mirror." She accessorizes with multiple things: a thick black belt, pink dangle/clinking earrings, high stiletto heels, and her black jacket. Her hair done in ringlets, like the product advertises, she heads out to her car for work.
Mindless listening to the radio she flips from station to station if a DJ comes on. "I hate listening to people just talk on the radio." Finding a song of interest she stops on that station. As most times come to reveal she's the first to work, not a big shocker-yet mostly predictable. She pulls out her 'New Moon' book she's reading before the movie comes out in theaters. "Gotta finish this so I can see what the movie leaves out."
Work. The morning is slow, like most days, and nothing new has happened. "What a shocker. Well, I'll re-make some document I guess." This kind of work is okay for her as long as she is working with her hands, keeping them busy means keeping her mind from wandering.
The glass door opens and in walks a customer. Looks at her, looks down at his paper, and suddenly looks back up at her. He points to his head and smiles. "Did you do something different with your hair?"
"Yes," she smiled politely back at him, "It's a little different."
The glass door opens again, she inhales. "It's him." She thinks to herself. Her face starts to blush.
"Can I help you?"
"Just a deposit." He leaves. What a let down. Every time.
New customers come in.
"How would you like that?--Have a nice day!"
The day has slowed again. More mindless remakes. Hands busy.
"Excuse me, I was wondering if you would help me with something." She looks up to find a man standing before her. Rugged face and tan skinned, he looked to be Italian or something, couldn't pin point the accent. Her fingers stopped their mindless ticking of the keys. Breathtaking.
She replied, "And what is that?"
"I'm new in town and I was just wondering if you knew of any good restaurants around. My parents are coming to visit and I want to take them someplace really nice." He shifted his weight to his right foot and leaned against the counter.
For his parents, of course. Why get my hopes up! Argh...so selfish of me! She thought to herself.
"Well here there's practically nothing. I would try just a couple exits south down the interstate. There are some pretty good choices down there." She twirled a pen in between her fingers.
"Thanks. Just down the interstate?"
"Yeah, about 12 minute drive. Lots of choices."--"Hope you can find something you like."
He stood up. "Well what one would you recommend."
"Well there's this great Sushi bar, but I'm into those kinds of things. It might not suit you and your parents." She gave him a quick once over.
"You'd be surprised!" He chuckled and walked out the glass door.

Breaking Heart pt.2

She woke up this morning to Lady Gaga's ridiculous song, something to do with a disco stick. Running her fingers over the multiple buttons on her radio/alarm clock she finally finds the snooze, pushes it, and curls up under the covers. Warmth.
Deep sleep awoken before the time of 8 is uncalled for, and thus requires 30 minutes more of beauty sleep. Reluctantly she gets up after the third time the radio/alarm goes off. "I need a shower."
She brushes her hands over her face to help wake up. Sharp pain shot through her cheek, she checked in the mirror to see what was wrong-inflamed pore. "Stupid zits. Must be from stress." Pick, prod...it's too new to do anything. "Grr...ugly."
She looks into the mirror again after self-realization, her eye is red. "What the crap? Anything else wanna go wrong." She swallowed--her throat hurt. "Great. Make my day."
No rush to get to work she turned on her computer to get let down yet again by facebook. The time consuming, life taking web page is...no status update.

Getting to work was usual. No cars, farm land on either side, radio playing songs, DJ's talking--flipping channels. But upon arriving at work and remembering all the things that went wrong at work over the weekend, the wonderful day that she was having just 'got better'. "Work."
"Headaches just keep piling on! I need the hours though...I'll stick through it. Heroes is on later. I will just wait for that, look forward to that. It will help me get through the day." She shuts her car off and heads in to work. "I love what I do, really I do. It's just other things make it worse than it is."
The door opens.
"'Morning."