Mornie utulie...
Believe and you will find your way...
Mornie alantie...

- Enya
Next Page





   

<< April 2014 >>
Sun Mon Tue Wed Thu Fri Sat
 01 02 03 04 05
06 07 08 09 10 11 12
13 14 15 16 17 18 19
20 21 22 23 24 25 26
27 28 29 30




seek


Inspired Thoughts
Lacking Inspiration
Succulents
Inspired Sweets
Dogs
Search this blog




xml | atom





blogging since :: 05/03/2003


sweet treats, cupcake edition
Saturday, April 26, 2014

I don't think I'll ever lose my love of baking cupcakes. There is just something about the whole process that comforts me. It's odd that my desire to bake seemed to come on so suddenly.  The only bad thing about it is that it has done a number on my healthy eating... well, up until recently. Last month, I reluctantly went to the doctor for a sinus infection and after a round of six medications, the end result was a serious case of acid reflux and now we're looking at even more medication if I have a bacterial infection. I'm hoping the test comes back negative and I can get it under control with diet. So far, I've been willing to slack off on sweet treats and burgers and all fried foods until I get back to normal where it feels comfortable to eat anything again. But then, I baked cupcakes for my little neighbor who's having a birthday this weekend and had a taste of one! Not too bad, on either part.  I didn't get ill which makes me happy because I couldn't imagine having the ability to bake these super fun sweet treats and not being able to enjoy them myself.

  

Lemon Blossom & Banana Split Cupcakes : recipes from Cupcake Diaries

 

 



don't count the miles, count the i love yous
Monday, December 30, 2013

I can't believe it's already nearing the year mark. How did I make it this long without you? 

 

 



til it's gone
Monday, October 21, 2013

In the silence and still is when I realize what I'm missing most in life.  Who would hear my words if you were gone?  There's a comfort in just knowing you could be in the next room. I walk in circles realizing that it's been quite awhile since I've last walked towards you and yet, I hesitate in fear. I've got to be more brave and count my blessings, not forgetting what I've got.

 

 



bittersweet numbers and words
Friday, October 18, 2013

Counting numbers point by point. Trying to build it up to at least the thirties. Didn't know this before yesterday, well, I did, but it wasn't in the forefront. I'm in the twenties and the rest are in the teens. Yet another way I am different. Sometimes I wonder why things are so certain for me in this way and so scattered elsewhere. I talk more than I can control. My intentions are always to just say what needs to be said. There is so much time wasted on random words and phrases but the randomness is just who I am. I still cry when I'm alone and I'm thinking of my Dad. Standing at the file cabinet yesterday, I closed it and thought, my Dad isn't supposed to be gone right now. I'm still supposed to be arguing with him about things. He's still supposed to be teaching me something. Anything.

 

 



see you be brave
Wednesday, October 16, 2013

I wonder what makes us so different than the rest. Not complaining, just curious. I often notice the little things I had been taking for granted and thank God that I didn't lose them before I got the chance to give thanks. Life is so short and I see so many wasting it away. It's a teaching, though. It reminds me. And the reminders are a blessing. 

 

 



time
Wednesday, August 14, 2013

22 days, 3 hours, 22 minutes & 09 seconds until summer vacation... I'm hoping all goes well with Kirk's doctor's visit on the 23rd so we can put his health scare past us and move forward with a stress free vacation. 

 

 



it's not always black and white
Friday, June 21, 2013

Sometimes, I get really disappointed in the person I've become even though there are far better things I've done than I could have ever expected.

 

 



scattered memories
Friday, May 17, 2013

Yesterday would have been my Father's 68th birthday. It is still such a loneliness without him here. In speaking with one of my sisters last weekend, I was told that different items from my Dad's home, that have been in his possession for years, are being sold over the internet or at pawn shops to the highest bidder. These are items that were given away in good faith. My Father did not have much of anything to his name, so the few things he had meant a lot to him. I cannot express how utterly saddened this makes me and to keep from completely losing it, I have to continually remind myself that there is absolutely no way I can protect everything he had. For myself, I kept a few mementos that I know meant a lot to him and I will always cherish them. It's just incomprehensible how people can be so disrespectful and heartless.

 

 



painting
Friday, April 26, 2013

I'd like to paint again. I miss it. Hopefully, I'll find my spark again soon...

 

 



my first dream of daddy
Monday, February 25, 2013

After Daddy passed, I had a moment alone with him in his room. Through the tears, I asked him to come and visit me at my house and to do something that would let me know he was there.  Since he's been gone, it hasn't really felt like he's left and I like to think it's because he's doing what I asked by staying close to me.  I looked forward to having him visit in my dreams so that he could let me know he's okay and I could get some peace about his passing, but when I finally did have a dream of him (Sunday morning), I couldn't hear what he was saying because his voice was still hoarse the way it was in the hospital. When I was awoken, I was a little saddened not being able to communicate with him, but I do recall that his expression was that of happiness.

I miss you, Daddy. Please come visit me again.

 

 



Next Page