Paper Folding Alert

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Bam. I folded a freaking shirt & tie out of a $2. I can’t believe it. Nailed it on the first try! I literally ran around squealing like a toddler who was just given gum.

I just have to share this magnificent moment in time simply because I cannot believe it actually worked! On my first try none-the-less!

Look at this lovely artwork!!

Ha. Ok I’m done. I’m honestly not conceited….or am I now considered conceited by saying that? O_o

Can you believe this??

Can you believe this??

Anyway, I was just too freaking ecstatic about this. I’ve always sucked at folding in crafts. (like paper planes guys. total failure. they always crashed and burned. seriously. they were so horribly they would hit the ground and burst into flames.) Yet somehow I manged to make this little beauty.

I saw a picture of something like this on the faithful Pinterest and Googled how to make it. Viola! First search and I found instructions here.

And that is the glorious news of the day!

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Excerpts from “How to be Perfect” – by Ron Padgett

I found this on StumbleUpon and found it too good not to share with others. So here you go.

How to be Perfect

Get some sleep.

Eat an orange every morning.

Be friendly. It will help make you happy.

Hope for everything. Expect nothing.

Take care of things close to home first. Straighten up your room before you save the world.
Then save the world.

Be nice to people before they have a chance to behave badly.

Don’t stay angry about anything for more than a week, but don’t
forget what made you angry. Hold your anger out at arm’s length
and look at it, as if it were a glass ball. Then add it to your glass
ball collection.

Wear comfortable shoes.

Do not spend too much time with large groups of people.

Plan your day so you never have to rush.

Show your appreciation to people who do things for you, even if
you have paid them, even if they do favors you don’t want.

After dinner, wash the dishes.

Calm down.

Don’t expect your children to love you, so they can, if they want
to.

Don’t be too self-critical or too self-congratulatory.

Don’t think that progress exists. It doesn’t.

Imagine what you would like to see happen, and then don’t do
anything to make it impossible.

Forgive your country every once in a while. If that is not
possible, go to another one.

If you feel tired, rest.

Don’t be depressed about growing older. It will make you feel
even older. Which is depressing.

Do one thing at a time.

If you burn your finger, put ice on it immediately. If you bang
your finger with a hammer, hold your hand in the air for 20
minutes. you will be surprised by the curative powers of ice and
gravity.

Do not inhale smoke.

Take a deep breath.

Do not smart off to a policeman.

Be good.

Be honest with yourself, diplomatic with others.

Do not go crazy a lot. It’s a waste of time.

Drink plenty of water. When asked what you would like to
drink, say, “Water, please.”

Take out the trash.

Love life.

Use exact change.

When there’s shooting in the street, don’t go near the window.

Excerpts from “How to be Perfect” by Ron Padgett, from How to be Perfect.
All rights go to Ron Padgett.

I say, time for a new post.

Sweet baby pigs, I need to get better at posting on a regular basis.

Thought of the day: Most people my age are in the midst of college, serious relationships, getting married, starting families, following their dreams, ect, ect. Me?
I spend 7 days a week formulating and making skin care. And the icing on the cake? I do it in my pajamas. Well, leggings as of now, but I think you can get the picture.

Not quite sure if I should laugh at my situation or punch something. I’ll probably go with laughing. It sounds less painful.

At least it is a paying job and it’s giving me the chance to slowly (emphasize slowly) make my way in life. And for that, I am extremely grateful.

My brain isn’t much up for a post of some great depth or high humor. I’m too busy trying to figure out how to tape a box shut. Kidding. Actually….not really. This freaking thing is too full….
But that’s beside the point.

Instead of some fancy shmancy post, I shall show off my newest talent in WordPress! Embedding YouTube videos!! Doesn’t that sound nerdy as all get out? I love it. So view and enjoy said video below (still don’t know what it will be of) and expect there to be videos of all kinds in the future now that I know how to do this. Muahaha!

Now if you’ll excuse me, my pro-biotic Gingerberry juice is calling my name.

 

OH MY GOSH IT WORKED!!!!! I posted a video! I feel officially awesome. Excuse the fact it’s an overplayed song. I knew it before it became all fancy famous and I love it. So there.

 

Side note: Shout out to Mr. John! I won’t leave emails for 3 months again. Promise. 🙂

It’s late, like….really late.

I should be in bed.
Passed out and in a world of the dreams that snag me every night without fail. But once it passes midnight, I’m prey to all the late night thoughts that linger. Waiting for you to whisper good-night to the day and give in to the mystery and havoc that come with the night.
I have to wake up early to be places and do things. (work on a Sunday…here goes) Why can’t my brain just shut down! The freaking off switch likes to play hide & seek. In other words, it doesn’t exist. Darn.

Since it’s late and I can’t sleep, I’m making a ‘list’ of random thoughts that are playing ‘Whack-a-Mole’ in my head. (you know, like one pops up, you think on it, then another comes right after it? my tired head says that makes sense. just go with it)

1. I officially like rain boots. They are awesome. I mean who doesn’t like splashing in puddles and not soaking your shoes to the sock! Yes, yes, I’m an adult, but this is serious. I love rain/snow puddles.

2. There is an addiction in my life. Movies. Latest addition to that addiction? ‘The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus’ Mixed feelings about how it looks, but I love weird movies and well….this looks weird.

3. Coffee is heaven. I wish I had some.

4. If you are a real lover of music you have one of those chunky iPods that you never see anyone with anymore. Needless to say, I HAVE ONE! 5 years later and that sucker is still running fabulously. HA to all you with iTouch! Oh wait..crap..I have one too……psh. Oh well the thing sucks. It’s already broken and I had it what? 6 months? Lame.

5. DON’T go to TJ Maxx unless you want to spend money. I think I hate that place. Or at least despise the fact it steals my money. Gosh self! You’re supposed to save your money! You know, for things like the future? I did need jeans..

6. How do you know when you’ve crossed the line? In anything? What happens when that line gets blurry and you think you’re safe but it’s foggy. So instead of being safe and not moving, you get curious and test the fog infested line. But suddenly! BAM. The fog goes away and you’ve crossed the line. That little foggy bit right there? What the heck are you supposed to do when you get there? Not touch it at all?? I don’t like to not be curious. And I don’t like lines.

7. People are funny. It’s late so I’m saying they’re funny. If it was in the middle of the day and you asked me, I would more than likely tell you that they are twisted people with no direction and they will throw you for all the unexpected loops you could possibly imagine and then some. Yet again, it’s late. Therefore, I declare them funny. Why do we do what we do? Why do we not do what we want so bad? Whyyyyyy is the sky blue? Ha. I laughed. Retard moment. Ignore it.

8. Dreams are dangerous. I don’t mean the ones in the shadows of your sleep, although those are scary. I mean the hopes you have. The secret wishes and fierce burning desires that you don’t dare whisper out loud in case someone hears and snatches them away. I envy the people strong enough to pursue their dreams with an unwavering passion. So few of us do that even if we always seem to tell ourselves and others to “Follow your heart, do what you want/love, pursue your dream”. How many of us actually do? I don’t mean succeed necessarily , but who of us actually TRY?

9. Pop music is obnoxious. I like Frank Sinatra.

“That’s life, funny as it seems.
Some people get their kicks,
Steppin’ on dreams
But I just can’t let it get me down,
Cause this big old world keeps spinnin’ around.” – That’s Life

 

And I think that’s a good place to end and attempt this strange thing called sleep.

Carpe diem.

Seize the day…..I should do that more often. For now, I’m seizing the night.

Belly up to the bar.

Hobbies are fun. Geez. What a lame first sentence. I sound like an old woman. Which I assure you, I am not. I think..

Anyway. Hobbies ARE fun. Sometimes they can even be productive and make you money depending on how you go about them and what you do with your hobby. (yeesh, old lady typing leave!!)
Hint: In case you haven’t gathered this yet, I’m about to tell you I have decided upon a new hobby to add to my somewhat random collection of hobbies. The definition of hobbies, in my case, being: Things I Like to Do.

Perhaps the title of this post gave it away? No? Read it again? Still no?
Oh just go away then.

Bartender. For those of you smart enough to guess and those of you who were too stubborn to go away, that is my newest in-progress hobby.

I used to be a barista, as some of you might know. To me, it almost seems like being a bartender is a different sort of level of barista. (after all, I am noticing the word ‘bar’ in ‘barista’…) You’re still making delicious drinks and god knows you have way more options when it comes to getting creative. Allow me a small fantasy when I say this next part…. Also, you could get reeeeeally good at whipping up all sorts of alcoholic beverages and travel around the country, pausing in places you like while working at a local bar! (yeah, yeah. highly unlikely, yet still fun to think about)

The other day I made an extremely awesome purchase of a book called, The Bartender’s Guide. The link takes you to the book for sale on Amazon, but I bought it at T.J. Maxx for about $5.99 (if I remember right) so should you try to buy it, look around. You can get it cheaper than Amazon. This book gives you a run down of liquor history, the 10 best bars in the world, and coooountless drink recipes. Even if I didn’t want to be bartender, this book is just fascinating in general.

Yeeeeeeah…..That’s my update. And I just felt like sharing. So I shared. Simple as that. I must be some kind of genius. Ha.

Carpe Diem.

Proof of the Fabulous Cookies

And this would be the dough. I know you couldn't tell that which would be why I am informing you. Don't be deceived by the taste of the dough. It is UBBER peanut butter tasting, but it isn't as intense once they are baked.

And this would be the dough. I know you couldn’t tell that which would be why I am informing you. Don’t be deceived by the taste of the dough. It is UBBER peanut butter tasting, but that isn’t as intense once they are baked.

These are the pictures I promised! Perhaps a bit delayed….. Hey, I’m just proud of myself for getting them up at all! Now you can also have proof that I really did make delicious cookies. Well. That is if you believe that I took these pictures. I did. Pinky promise. 😉

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My cookies! They aren’t fluffy and all that jazz, but they have the crispy edge with the chewy middle. Oh so yummy!

I am the Cookie Monster

True: I am allergic to gluten. (A substance present in cereal grains, esp. wheat, that is responsible for the elastic texture of dough. That means anything with normal flour, I cannot eat. Drats.)

False: I never eat anything good.

Peanut Butter Cookies

This was the picture attached to the recipe that I altered. Trust me when I tell you that my cookies look *nothing* like this.

Not too long ago I came across a recipe for peanut butter cookies on what you all know as one of my favorite sites. (PINTEREST!!!!) They were gluten free and had a bare minimum for ingredients. And when I say bare minimum I mean the recipe only called for 4 freaking ingredients! The baker in me refused to make it with such a sad amount of yummy things. A few weeks back I made the recipe for the first time and tweaked it just a tad. It turned out fairly well so I decided to make it again in the future.
The future being last night when I was hit full on with a craving for peanut butter cookies. So I grabbed the recipe and got mixing. But this time…this time I gave it a little extra loving and they came out fabulous. My Grandma happened to come over and eat one and will not stop asking for the recipe and my dad ate about 3 even though he first insisted they were just “OK”. Ha! OK my butt, I think someone liked the cookies. Needless to say that seeing as I am visiting family and not on my own, the batch vanished within a few hours. Huzzah for ravenous siblings.
I figured since this recipe was such a success with my family, I could venture out and share it with the world! The world being whoever happens to stumble across this and find the recipe.
If you’re reading this, congrats. You have found a delicious recipe.

Peanut Butter Cookies

1 cup peanut butter

¼ cup brown sugar

¾ cup white sugar

1 tsp. baking soda

1 egg

½ tsp. vanilla

2 T plain yogurt

½ cup old fashioned oats

Splash of coconut milk or other kind of milk (coconut milk was just what I had on hand last minute)

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Cream together the peanut butter and sugars. Then add remaining ingredients minus oats. After everything is mixed together, stir in the oats by hand.
Scoop out small balls and place onto cookie sheet. Lightly press with fork, but don’t make them flat. Pop into the oven and cook for 8-9 minutes.

Note: They are still delicious when straight out of the oven but be aware that they crumble horribly if you eat them right away. They are at their best once they have set and cooled.

Enjoy and eat lots of them! Even those who are not intolerant to gluten obviously can still eat these. My family did! Besides, lots of flour isn’t exactly ideal for your body anyway. And they still taste delish like a Jewish knish!

PS. I will make another batch soon and take pictures of the batter and finished product so you can have some sort of reference to go off of.

A Slightly Delirious Post

NOTE: I wrote what is below in the airport but became too utterly exhausted to finish it. I will finish and continue it soon. 🙂

Almost 24 hours have passed since I dragged myself out of bed. Even though it is barely 5 yet it’s a new day. Christmas Eve day as a matter of fact. God. Somehow I stayed awake for the hour and forty-five minute drive to the airport. (a shout out to freezing cold rest stops that made me snap awake) Even though I am now admitting to utter exhaustion, I must admit driving myself to the airport was exciting. Guess I’m not quite the old fart I thought I was. Ha.
Saturday was my last day as a barista and as demanding as the job was, I am really going to miss it. Afterall, I’ve loved coffee since I was about 8 when I would make iced vanilla lattes and pull espresso shots for my dad. This is a passion so of course it’s hard to say goodbye! All my favorite customers who became very sad at the news of my departure didn’t make it any easier. It was nice to know I had made an impact though even if it was only on a few random people. It really is a satisfying feeling to know that you’ve touched peoples’ lives in one way or the other.
Sunday was my last day in my town.

 

To be continued.

Time to Ink

It’s official. Ready?
Wait for it….
Keep waiting.
Here it comes.

And……….Time for a new tattoo.

(Dear Mother, if you happen to read this, please refrain from freaking out.)

Before you even roll your eyes and go, Oh boy here is yet another tattoo addict, shhh. Yep. Totally just told you, a total stranger to shush.
I currently have one tattoo. A small star in black that I did myself when I was 16. Oh yes. All on my own. Needle and ink people, needle and ink. (ouch) That one small tattoo means more to me than most of my friends’ tattoos combined.
Pet peeve?
All these people getting tattoos that have no meaning to them, no personal story or reasoning [even if they say there is one]. They are getting them ” just because”. And putting it in a different language does not give it sudden meaning. Nice try. 😉 Once upon a time a tattoo told a story. There was a reason for it and most of the time, it really meant something to someone. A gang member’s loved would be gunned down and suddenly their portrait appeared in ink. Now it’s the newest fad/addiction and people get them because everyone else is and they feel like it. No. That’s not how it works. Well. I mean, not how it should work. Not like I’m your mom or anything.
“YOUR MOM GOES TO COLLEGE!” Kudos to whoever knows what movie that is from. (stop Googling you cheater!)

Back to tattoos.
Living away from my family and as an “independent adult”, I’ve had more revelations about anything and everything then I ever thought I’d be having. Big and small, I just see things so much clearer. I’ve realized things I’m shocked I didn’t see before and noticed things I never saw because I wasn’t looking in juuuuust the right way.
Now I am and it’s as if I’m breathing in air I’ve never tasted before. Rather freeing, I must say.

This is pretty close to what I will be getting except it will be on the back of my neck and I will most likely mess with the font.

This is pretty close to what I will be getting except it will be on the back of my neck and I will most likely mess with the font.

That brings me to the new tattoo that I will proceed to obtain in the near future! The other day I was really slammed in the face with the fact that how you think about things defines everything. Everything. It effects your attitude. Your attitude can effect your job. Your job strongly effects your life. Who wants to live life known as the bitter, cold-hearted complainer who never sees the light? Not. Me.
Mind over matter.
What you think and how you think effects everything.

And that will be my new tattoo.

A symbol of growing up and a reminder of all the little things I’ve learned along the way.

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“The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life. Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, the education, the money, than circumstances, than failure, than successes, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, gifted-ness or skill. It will make or break a company… a church… a home. The remarkable thing is we have a choice everyday regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past… we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude. I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% of how I react to it. And so it is with you… we are in charge of our Attitudes.”

– Charles R. Swindoll

 

A Nothing

This is another post about nothing.
Really. I mean, nothing.

I could tell you about the fact I acquired a massive car bill and how I can barely afford it.
Or I could tell you about how yet another one of my best friends may have found the “one” and I’m still racing through life oblivious to relationships.
Maybe I should tell you about packing and how I have a day less than a month to be moved out of my current house with only a single box packed.
No, no. I should definitely tell you about my horrendous lack of sleep caused by a sleep cycle that refuses any order.
They are selling Christmas trees next to the coffee kiosk. I could tell you how they smell like the wild outdoors and how I feel a little sad picturing them all decorated for a holiday only to be thrown out the door once their purpose is through; even though it took them years to reach the point of being able to fulfill their destiny.
There is always my dwindling social life I could talk about. Except, it’s dwindling, so I suppose that doesn’t leave much to discuss.
In all my years (and no I am not 60) I have still yet to shop on Black Friday. There I told you that.
I could curl my finger at you to get you to lean in so I could whisper in your ear and tell you how terrified I am to move.
There is always the option of chatting about my lack of style and how desperately I wish sweatpants and flannel could be THE new style.

But there just isn’t much to say.
In all reality, there is nothing to say.
Not a thing.
It’s a never-ending story of nothing.