Black Bean Burgers and Sweet Potato Fries

Thursday, June 27, 2013

My draft inbox of my blog is filling up and my finger can't seem to click publish. 
So tonight, I leave you with a quote in my best Julia Childs high pitched, cheerful, bodacious and unforgettable voice. 

 “The only real stumbling block is fear of failure. In cooking you've got to have a 
what-the-hell attitude.” 

It's simply a choice...everything is

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

My dear friend Kara shared this quote with me last night. 
I always appreciate the little things she discovers in a day and shares. 

Hopefully this quote pulls on your mind strings.

“Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. 
Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. 
Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow.
 Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so. 
One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return.”
 ―  Mary Jean Irion

“They always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself.” -Andy Warhol

Sunday, June 9, 2013

Tethered tightly by a woven rope to a hunched over willow.
The security of the rope draws me to the warm ground.
It ties around my not so girly figure, sheilded by my folding skin, like a loved ones arm wrapped around my waist.
My fingers stretch out, fingertips curling to graze the water that is barely within reach.
I want the sensation of the water rounding each toe, inching up my body creating a ring as it rises.
I work the knot that has been tied so long around my waist.
Twisting, bending, yanking and guiding its rough ends to be free.
There I stand alone, white finger tips holding the rope, staring at the unprotected water.
The thought to tie myself back up enters my mind and is even enticing.
But it's loaded twine hits the ground and my feet inch forward.
Only the impression of the woven rope is left upon my waist. 
Swimming bare.
You can find me under water, where the light dances.

Snaps From the Yellow Bike

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

My week continues on with no engine....

Kara cruising Barton

Fieldwork Commute to the VA

Doing a Jig on Blades 

Another day by the pond 

My Welcoming Morning Sight

New Shoes taking the Bike for a spin (thanks mom)

My Newest Invention- Box Grocery Carrier  

Came out to find Lemony taking a smoke break.


Making friends

“When the spirits are low, when the day appears dark, when work becomes monotonous, when hope hardly seems worth having, just mount a bicycle and go out for a spin down the road, without thought on anything but the ride you are taking.” 
-Arthur Conan Doyle

challenge 1

Monday, June 3, 2013

 My weeks, on occasion, tend to blend together, mixing and running into each other with no define lines, like a swirl ice cream cone.

 I have decided to take on the indefinite task of ramping up my weeks.

Each week I will give myself a task to be completed that will be somewhat memorable and hopefully a bit challenging.

First off:

My trips to the gas station can be a bit depressing.
My eyes sadden as the pump rolls the numbers by, taking 1 cent, 2 cent, 50 dollars straight from my not so hard earned loan money.
Sometimes I trick myself by only filling it up half way, fooling myself into thinking I have more money than my wimpy bank account really does. I try to ignore the fact that I have created much more of a hassle for myself.  And the fact is I will have to come back later in the week to fill up again.

I know this is part of owning a car, buying gas. I think what bothers me is that I feel like I buy gas ohhh tooo often.
 I don’t hear very many other people expressing similar feelings, so it ends up feeling like a bad blonde joke and I am the one who doesn’t get the joke. Am I the only one who feels robbed at the gas station?

The solution.
I enjoy riding my bike and often feel like I don’t utilize it enough. I envy the baristas at olive and stell who ride their bikes to work, appearing to own no car. Their bikes take them anywhere they want to go, no distance to great. The question of whether they will take a car or a bike doesn’t cross their minds, its simple. They just lift their tattooed legs over the seat and begin to pedal. That is how it plays out in my mind, whether that is true or not is not important. It’s the idea of it all, humans meet, love and ride bikes.   

I have decided, for 1 week (Mon- Sun), to park my car in the comfort of shade and take to the road only by bike, walk, or public transportation.  I will not be allowed to ask friends for lifts but only able to ride in their cars if I am invited. I intend to go about my daily business just as I would as if I could drive my suby.

I am excited about this gas free week and hope that in some way it changes my perspective on transportation. 

Today was the first day, no big trips. Just an all business suit ride to fieldwork, a typical cruise to the gym and a covered up wet swimsuit ride to rite aid.
I felt pretty satisfied.  

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