The Food Creations.

Sunday after lunch we had a lot of food leftover.

Being the creative beings that we are,

Caralee and I decided to make a sculpture.

It was a bautiful sort of building

made of mashed potatoes, gravy, carrots, green beans,

meat slices and, to top it off, a cucumber flag.

As much fun as it was,

I think it kind of grossed out the other people at the table ;)

Today, however, we made a waffle house.

At first we got a lot of weird looks.

I mean who wouldn't,

walking back to the table with a stack of waffles on your plate

(what fatties we are :))

This was our end product

Then Caralee killed it

and then we ate it.

YUM!

KallyRae says hi!

Popcorn Balls.

What a happy little treat :)

Today I joined two friends in making these little bundles of joy.
It was so much fun, filled with sticky, delicious goodness.
We originally planned on simply giving them away to friends.
However, while making them, we began singing “Popcorn Popping on the Apricot Tree"
This lovely little song, we had all learned as little primary kids,
sparked the grand idea of surprising people.
We ended up running around targeting friends in the different hales,
knocking on their door, ambushing them with this song,
and gifting them with our little balls of happiness.
By the end of it we were all out of breath and sweaty,
But it was ok. It was service sweat.

What a wonderful adventure :)

KallyRae ended up coming down the hall in the moment of her ambush, so she made us reenact it.

My Friends.

are great.
I couldn't possibly
ask for better.
I do not deserve
such a blessing.
And yet someone
was merciful enough
to put them in my path,
in my life.

They are my
laughter and happiness,
magic,
light and inspiration,
confidants,
partners in crime,
motivation,
strength and support,
kaleidoscope,
shoulder to cry on.


They have
helped me grow and learn,
become a better person.

Never could I imagine
being without them.
How sad
my life would be.

Never could I repay them
for being such wonderful friends.

"You'll be with me
Like a handprint on my heart
And now whatever way our stories end
I know you have re-written mine
By being my friend... "
For Good, Wicked

Closer.

Everything is closer here.
The sky.
The clouds.
The moon.
The stars.
The mountains.
The ocean.

I look up.
And can imagine
reaching up.
Taking hold.
Cupping it
in my grasp.
Holding it
for time and all eternity.
It is all
so close.

Everything.
but those whom I miss most.
Thousands of miles away
and across an ocean.

i miss you.

A Living Musical.

How lovely would it be
if life had background music.

I often find myself

stopping mid action

and thinking,

"Hey, this would be a perfect time

for [a particular song] to begin playing!"

Sometimes
I get the sudden urge
to break out in song and dance.
But considering that

I fail at both,
I do my best to refrain myself.

How lucky

are the characters in movies

to be able to live their lives

to the tunes of songs,

to the notes of music.

How lucky
is Maria
to sing about dears and jam.
Elfaba,
the defiance of society.
Christine,
the angel of music.
Valjean,
the search for oneself.

And so I am left with two options.

To sing and dance in spastic spurts,

possibly living with a boombox tied to my back,

volume at full blast.

Or, continue to live to the tune in my mind.

At least then,

the music will always be

perfectly set and intune.

And for all the other times

when the music in my mind

will simply not suffice.

Well.

That's what KallyRae is for.

For all those moments

in which the silence cannot be kept.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sSRdGe_-WFo

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RgZuHlDuulk
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xRYU4cqUAUs

And So I Found Happiness.

Today I...

Woke up

Went on a run

Watched the sun rise

Wiggled my toes in the sand

Received a box of chocolates

Felt the sun on my face

Ate a PB&J sandwich

Talked to my seester,

instead of paying attention in class

Felt the rain on my face

Had a gray day

Watched a french movie

Listened to Regina, Christmas music,

and the latest music from home

Talked to friends from home,

whom I dearly, dearly miss

Shared delicious fries with KallyRae

Hugged someone

Thought happy thoughts

Smiled

I live a happy life :)

Hurt.

I don't know how to deal with this.
I wish i did.

I wish life was simple.
Yet. We are cursed.
Physically and emotionally.

Cursed to experience pain, anger, dissapointment,
frustration, sadness, grief.

And yet through all the hurt emerges the ability to experience joy.
Happiness, laughter, pleasure, bliss.

For without one, cannot the other be experienced.

And for that, we must be grateful.
Grateful for all the trials and tribulations life throws at us.

Yet, even with this knowledge, I can not seem to find the joy in this.
The hurt is still there. Raw and strong.
May it be through the reconciliation?
The struggle to mend the way?
The final product?

What a wretched thing it is to feel.
And, yet, this is how we know we are still human.
Living, breathing humans.

"All that i know is i'm beathing.
All i can do is keep breathing"
-Ingrid

The Moon.

For those who lack knowledge in the astronomical field,
it is the big sphere that glows at night.
The beauty of it. Capitivating. Entrancing. Pure.

We have a very close connection. The moon and I.

It knows just about every secret I hold to be mine.

My thoughts. My hopes. My worries.

It helps me organize the clutter and chaos

I know as my thoughts.

My life.

How much clearer it is to think

when you're conversing with the moon.

Sometimes my sister and I

will wave at each other through it.

And know that we are there.

Seperated. But sharing the same view.

What a dear, dear friend. My lovely moon.

The Human.

What a fragile thing. Physically, mentally, emotionally.

It attempts to live a life of balance. Lest it throws off

its entire universe. Causing a crack in the foundation.

And the crumbling of its walls.

It can easily be broken. In all aspects.

Bone. Heart. Soul.

Yet the stress and trauma it can endure is fascinating.

The ability to pick itself up and begin again.

To move on. To learn. To grow. To achieve things

beyond one's imagination.

What smart creatures they have potential to become.

And yet, as much as it can endure, it takes only

a matter of a few seconds to take its life away.

The light. The feeling. The truth.

The wit and thoughts it once possessed.

Gone. Existing only in the matter of mere memories.