28 February 2012

What's in the box?!

So it seems that Tuesdays seems to be the day to update this month. Not doing it on purpose, just haven't had much that seems interesting. This weekend, I developed what I thought was a cold at first, due to the lack of energy, low grade fever, and the fact that it felt like I got hit by a truck. Nope. JUST KIDDING. It's allergies. Though, one of my dear, sweet, amazingly awesome friends (*cough* Kristy *cough cough*) brought me some chicken noodle soup, Gatorade, and a box of tissues, because I was very dizzy that first day. Now? I feel fine, besides being a snot factory and a cough. Oh, and wheezing. Great way to greet your husband after not seeing him for a month, right? I thought so.

Anywho, today is one of the every other Tuesdays that I go to pick my box up from the Skarsgard Farm people. This box contains just as much awesome as the last.

Oh, wait. That was after I unpacked it. Let's try that again. In today's box:

- Apples
- Lemons
- Oranges

- Pineapple.

 - Salad Mixture
- Broccoli
- Red Potatoes
- Carrots

And my favorite part, are you ready for this?

Yes. You read that correctly. Filet Mignon. I am so excited about this. I've finally figured out how to cook it properly, and PJ, assured me that $29 for 2lbs (two steaks) is a damn good deal. I TRUST HER OPINION. (Most of the time.) So, as an apology for making disgusting black bean and turkey chili as Brian's last home cooked meal before he left, I'm going to make it up with this and some of the most delicious mashed potatoes that I've ever had that JG introduced me to. Cross your fingers for me...

21 February 2012

Two thumbs down, or how I'm not dead yet, I don't know.

True to the nature of who I am, I am severely accident prone. So, for the severly squeemish, here's your warning. I'll be talking about painful situations, and further down the post, pictures of my most recent accident. But, so the first picture you see isn't something gruesome, here's Scout trying to eat my shoe.

Aw. How cute. Moving along.

All my life, there's never been a month (at the most) that I haven't injured myself. First major accident I can remember, is stitches in my lip. Yes. Thanks to my brother, I have crooked lips. I mean, you don't notice it unless I point it out. But, once upon a time, back when I was 5 or so, Kyle had his "not girlfriend" over, and I had my two best friends over at the same time. I don't even remember how the situation escalated, but it ended up, my brother and his "not girlfriend" being in my playhouse and the three of us chanting around the house going "KYLE AND MORGAN SITTING IN A TREE. K-I-S-S-I-N-G. FIRST COMES... *SCREAM*" At this point, I suppose Kyle had gotten frustrated and he kicked "at" the glass window, which caused his foot to go through it. I tried to back up far enough, but didn't make it. Next thing I remember is SCREAMING and running towards the house. Then I remember Mom sticking a towel full of ice on my lip. Then, being wrapped in a mummy wrap thing, at the hospital so they could stitch up my lip. Bright lights. And more screaming. And that's all I remember. I can't remember how many stitches, what happened afterwards, or anything. I think it's funny, now. Though, now, I should ask my parents and my brother on their perspectives.

Other major injuries include:
- running down a hallway and spraining my ankle (has never been the same.)
- getting a concussion from a canoe
- sewing my finger to a Harry Potter cloak
- multiple scars that I don't even remember getting.
- injuring my back by slipping off a toilet and falling out a window.
- melting my palm with a match, trying to be a magician
I'm sure there's more, but that's what I can remember.

I still don't know how I've never broken a bone *knocks on wood* I'm pretty sure I've broken both my pinky toes, but I've never proven that.

Moving along to my most recent injury. It was Sunday, the 19th. 2pm. I wanted a snack, so I got an apple and my apple corer-slicer thing, and cut my apple. The apple was still stuck in the slicer, so I figured I'd push it out, using my thumbs. Um, I didn't realize how friggin' SHARP this thing was. I dropped it and my thumbs immediately started bleeding. Damnit. I moved to the sink and turned it on to wash off the blood to see if I could figure out the damage. Thumbs won't stop bleeding. Okay. Took two paper towels and wrapped them up and applied pressure. Okay, good. Five minutes later, they're STILL bleeding. Shit. Kitchen looks like a murder scene. Cats are whining. Brian's not home. I start to panic. Paper towels are soaked in blood. I look at my fingers, they look as if I'd been soaking in a tub for an hour; pruney. Then, I debate for five minutes if I should call a friend to take me to the hospital. No, I can do it myself. 15 minutes later, I some how got myself dressed and I'm out the door, thumbs wrapped in fresh paper towels, Scotch tapped shut.
Finally arrive at WBMAC at 2:30. Little confused on what the lady at the desk is asking me. Finally realized she wants MY contact number, not an emergency one. Whoops. Sit down for a couple of minutes, evaluation nurse calls me back and asks what happened. Told him bad hitchhiking accident. Got a chuckle. He takes the paper towels off my thumbs, they start to bleed again. He washed them off with something sterile and I wince. He wraps them back up with sterile gauze, and sits me back out to the waiting room.
TWO HOURS LATER I'm taken back to the urgent care room. My hands hurt, my thumbs are numb, but thank God, they've stopped bleeding. Four people ask me when my last tetanus shot was (2007). They all chuckle at my story, and remove my bandages, and I scrub them with this painful sterile sponge filled with soap torture device looking thing. I finally see my thumbs minus the blood. The left thumb has a flap like Beaker (from the Muppets) mouth. (Meep meep meep.) While the slit on top is small looking, it goes pretty deep. Glued. The right thumb is just all cut up and missing chunks of skin. Not so pretty. All I can do for that one, is just keep a tight band aid for it. I leave the hospital, 5:30.  Get home, after picking up some dinner, 6. How EXCITING.

Yesterday, I accidentally ripped off the bandaid and a thumb started bleeding. Today, I woke up with the other thumb bloody. I just can't win for losing. So, for your viewing pleasure, my thumbs, as of today.

Left thumb, aka Beaker. Can't really see how far it goes down.

Right thumb. Missing chunks. Started bleeding again after photo was taken.

I suppose I still need parental supervision.

14 February 2012

Happy Valentine's Day!

Out of six years of being together, I think Brian and I have possibly spent two or three Valentine's days together? It doesn't bother me, mainly, because I'm not a romantic. I normally get him a six pack of the Reese's hearts, and some sort of silly card, and then we'll go to dinner. Just because. But, no flowers, no jewelry, nada. I'm just not that kind of girl! But this year, is one of those years that he's not around. So, I picked out my Valentine's day present in advanced. He okayed it, and about an hour ago, I went to go pick it up. I've never been this excited about a box of vegetables.

Awww yeeeah booooyyyyyeee!
 Charla was talking about this farm that delivers boxes full of veggies and fruits, and it costs about the same that you can get from the grocery store. What? How interesting! So, I figured, why the hell not? I prefer supporting the little guy. That little guy is Skarsgard Farms, an organic farm in New Mexico. Frankly, I don't give a crap that it's organic. I mean, it's an added bonus, but I prefer supporting the little guy, because I know what it's like. My dad owns his own store, and has for the past 25 years now. And because of that, it's close to my heart, so I try to support the mom and pop stores whenever possible.

 So here's how it works, you get an option of three size boxes, and you can choose from their crop that week of what you want in it! The small harvest box, which is what I got, you get 8 options for $24. Not too bad. I normally spend that much on veggies and what not at Albertson's.  They also have side options, like meats, milk, baked goods, etc. Here's what I got:

Please don't look at the crap in the background, I'm still unpacking.

- spinach
- arugula
- sugar snap peas
- potatoes
- sweet potatoes
- carrots
- apples
- biggest damn onions I've ever seen

No lie on the onions. Lookit!

What the crap am I going to do with all of that onion?! At least I like onions.

So, there's my box. I plan on getting more and I'm very excited about this box. I'm just sad Brian's not here to share it with me.

Hope everyone's Valentine's are as great as mine!

P.S. I've got my new sewing machine running. Look for a post on it, soon!

11 February 2012

Adventure to the Quilt show!

Our "Blissful Stitchers" group here at Fort Bliss went on a field trip this Friday to a quilt show in Las Cruses, NM. It was fun! There were LOADS of beautiful quilts. About halfway through the show, I realized I could take pictures, so here's some of my favorites. (click to enlarge)

This was one of the quilts in the vendor's area. The color is not shown properly on the computer! It's amazing! And only about 75% done.

This is possibly my favorite one. The animals look like they've been made as if they were origami, and the stitching on where the letters are? It's in the form of the letter! I was blow away by this quilt. The color scheme is not to my preference, but it's still amazing.

Sorry for the crap quality
This one is equally amazing, just for the detail and the color. It was just breathtaking.

Move, Charla! ;)
This was my favorite scrap quilt. Once again, I just love color. Plus, it looks like something I could do! I'm sad that none of the ones I loved were for sale. Though, that being said, I don't think I could afford them.

Along with quilts being there, there were some vendors. They were catered to quilters (duh) but I enjoyed looking at the patterns and materials. I did buy one thing. It's a panel that looks like a vintage Fort Bliss Postcard. It's pretty cool! I thought it'd make for a nice wall hanging for my first quilted project.

Afterwards, we went to go eat at a delicious local restaurant called Medina Valley Kitchen. Man, they make a delicious bacon cheeseburger, then one last stop with the group at the Bernina store. Fabric heaven. I got some awesome Moda fabric I'm planning on making something out of. Possibly a sundress. I also found a long time search that is going to be my mother's birthday present. After we were done, the rest of the group left, and Charla and I went on more shopping adventures, which involved all things crafty. To which I will update about eventually.

As for me, in the next three weeks, I will become a hermit that only leaves the house for physical therapy, belly dancing and stitching. Possibly a few other things, if my social meter is low. Perhaps I'll have more crafty things to post soon. Including a belly dance costume.

One last thing...how's the new layout? :D

07 February 2012

Home again, home again.

Jiggity jog. I've been on vacation for a week. Can you guess where I went?

What? You guys have no idea? Wow, I'll just tell you then. I went to beautiful California and hung out in Orange County with my family. My mission? To find a tribal belly dance costume and to survive my goddaughter's first birthday. (Does this mean I can be a fairy godmother?) I got off the plane about 12:45, and we headed straight to Venice beach in search of the Velvet Gypsy. After walking about 10 miles, indulging in some Danny's Venice Deli (uh, the sliders are YUM.), and accidently getting high, we arrived. To find it had gone out of business. NOOOOO. So, I pouted for a moment, and bought a giant piece of material from another store. I call them hippie flags, but I don't know what they are actually called. Once I get the patcholi smell out of it, I'll take a picture. Ugh. I pouted a bit more, and then we left. In search of heaven.

And indeed I found it. A retail Penzey's Spices store. You get about 5 feet from the door and the most wonderful aroma comes wafting at you. A store full of crates of spices waits to greet you. Sample jars, magazines scattered about. I just wanted to buy one of everything (Which apparently is at least $900). Knowing that I can always mail order, and the airlines have luggage limits, I only selected a few items: the biggest jar of taco seasoning I could get, chicken taco seasoning (making something for supper tonight with it!), pizza sprinkle, ground cumin, and the Coco lover's gift set. A grand total of $45. Nicole and Aunt Judy on the other hand, together, got $90 worth of stuff. Another two converts, perhaps? We declaired we were tired and headed back to what would be my home for the next week.

The next morning, I declared I was making dinner, and so I threw the Zesty Italian Chicken in the crock pot, and Nicole, Emily, and I headed out to roll around in the early morning sun.

Emily's apparently ticklish like me. Or either it's all a secret tactic to steal my socks. I'm going to go with both. Nicole has a backyard that'll make you jealous. Grass that's always green and never needs to be cut, beautiful landscaping, along with various fruit trees: limes, lemons, tangelos, apples, and blueberry bushes. There might be a pear tree in there, but I can't remember. Anywho, I was feeling artistic and attacked the lime tree.

I'm actually a little proud of myself on that one. I find it very eye catching.

After that morning, the days start blurring into one. I know I took Nicole lunch one day. She's a math teacher at one of the schools, and I decided to stay and sit in on one of her classes. Algebra, which I caught the end of, I remembered. Mainly, because I was good with fractions. Then, in the next class, she started talking about vertexes, and my eyes glazed over.

I know Aunt Judy, Emily and I went to the Container Store (angels were singing here, too) so I could have a look-see, and then I scooted over to Old Navy where I got two pairs of jeans for $25. Deal of the century. After that, we went to go eat at a Lawery's Carvery in the South Coast Plaza while waiting for Nicole to get off work. Uh, hello mall I can't afford. My jaw was seriously dropping at every store. Jimmy Choo. Hermes. A store with no name, to which you have to ring a doorbell to enter. It was insane. I went into See's Candies for the first time, and fell in love. I am in love with Scotchmallow Bars. Why the bars instead of the regular ones? They're milk chocolate. Everything else is dark. Must. Find. More. I also went into my first Tiffany's. LOL BROKE. They had some really cute charms though. And the earring box I was looking for. But not for $275. MOVING ALONG.

On another day, we went to Long Beach (my new favorite place), and met up with my other family, Uncle Bob and Aunt Deb. We went out to eat at Open Sesame, because I'd never had Lebanese food before. It and I are not friends. So, I can now cross that off my list. Afterwards, we went to the most amazing shop ever, Merry's. The owner, Merry, and the store are equally amazing. I wish I'd thought to take pictures of it, but I didn't. It is FILLED with amazing. Apparently, a tribal belly dance troupe had been in a few days earlier and cleaned her out of stuff. BUT, she was so nice, she ordered me a couple of things I needed. And it arrived in about...oh, two days. But, from her store, I was able to pick up my 25 yard skirt (in a sky blue), harem pants (in red) that also double as MC Hammer pants, a black choli, a belt base, some earrings, and a gift for a friend. I'm kicking myself now that I didn't get any of the Indian coins that were 25¢ each. Perhaps I'll send Nicole back for some. But, Merry (and her store) were a complete delight, and I plan to visit her whenever I go back. If you're in the Long Beach area, and you belly dance, or just like awesome middle-eastern type things, you need to go. Merry doesn't disappoint. I'll have pictures of my costume later.

I also ventured over to Little India in Artesia. I wasn't really impressed. I felt uncomfortable there, as if we were intruding. I did find some bindis though. And saw some beautiful sarees. But, we hightailed it out of there.

Thursday, I had a "me" day. I am a true introvert, and I was just overwhelmed by everything, I stayed back, and chilled with the cat and dog.

Meet Simba, the world's angriest looking cat.

While looking constantly pissed off, Simba is 16 ½ years old, and has a set of lungs that could rival a stadium full of people. Ask me how I know. Despite looking angry, she is one of the sweetest kitties I've met.

And here's Dixie, the excitable.

She's looking so innocent here. But this dog wants nothing more for you to do than just pet her. PETPETPETPETPET. I'm not sure what Dixie is mixed with. Nicole told me, but I forgot. She's a medium sized dog, and just as sweet as the cat. She's also talented. She can jump over a 10ft wall in a single bound, and escape out of a kennel. Nicole must be proud.

After my much needed day of rest, it was my favorite day of all DISNEYLAAAAAAND. We weren't sure what day we could go, if we went, but it turns out that Friday was our day! We picked up Nicole's friend Selena and her son, Noah, and we were off! Like a kid on Redbull, I bounced around the park. I got my churro and rode on the tea cups. It was a good day. I love this picture of Aunt Judy. Just chilling out while spinning on a tea cup. No biggie.

After tooling around in Disneyland, we headed over to California Adventures. They're doing A LOT of renovation and adding on over there, but we were still able to ride rides. My new favorite one (that I didn't know about) is the Toy Story Mania! game. You sit in this car, and shoot the hell out of screens. In 3D, mind you. I beat Nicole and Aunt Judy. I win. Well, Selena beat me, but we weren't in competition. After spending about 6 hours there, we were beat. So we picked up some Chipotle (DELICIOUS.) and headed home.

And then it was Saturday. The day of all days. Emily's first birthday. PINK was everywhere. The theme was Princess Emily. I was not amused by all the pink. But, Nicole pulled it off well.

Here is Emily's cake. A giant pink castle, covered in fondant. Yuck. While the cake was cute itself, I hate fondant. I had to take this picture about 8 times and finally got the lighting right. It kept turning out orange. Party went well! A lot of people showed up to celebrate! I got to use the cotton candy machine, and that's all that mattered to me. I think poor Emily was overwhelmed by everything.

That picture just cracks me up, too. She REALLY didn't like that hat. Or the bib. Or all the people. Well, that's what I'm assuming. But, she made out like a bandit in presents. I still didn't finish her sampler. Perhaps by her second birthday. Minus all the pink and girly stuff. I had a great time

Sunday, was the day I went home. I tried to rob the neighbor's house across the street's garage. But they were on to me.

Though, truth be told, what the hell am I going to do with a garage full of Girl Scout cookies?

I got home at 7pm, right at the end of the 3rd quarter of the Super Bowl. My sweet and loving husband picked me up, and only complained once. Though, he cleaned out, detailed, filled up and changed the oil in my car. How sweet is that?

After all the excitement, it's good to be home. Though, I do miss the 70ยบ+ weather.