Stealing Kisses-

I am guilty,
I steal kisses.

I like all sorts of kisses:
The kind where it makes a big smack, like in the movies.
Animal kisses along with silly faces-
Eskimo kisses, and cheek kisses,
Te amo kisses (which is twenty in total, ten on each side. . .)
'Good Morning' kisses that run up your spine, and
Afternoon kisses, when you serendipitously run into someone special-

Sadly, what I am beginning to realize, is that I also like to steal them!

The feeling of indulgence,
The lush ecstasy that only lip to lip can generate so sweetly.
The luscious warm sensation that begins, but never stops-
The exuberant sigh of release, comfort, sin, and deliciousness.

A bite, a nibble, a, I want more.

Yep, I love kisses, and watch out cause I might just steal them, if I have to.

extremely tired.

Historical Event!

Last night, we got a mouse!
As it hoped about in the 'Have a Heart' humane traps-
I cringed, as if I was the one stuck inside a trap.
I screamed, as if I was the one that would be displaced from my family and friends.

Point the story, our friend the Mouse got out.
Yep, so no worries (self)-
You still have a heart, and so does the mouse.

Dear Mouse,
Please leave our house already-
I do not appreciate seeing you,
Ever.

Thanks so much, and have a bright and sunny day-
Fifty Miles from my house.

A side note, if you weren't enough of a problem last night, I now am too afraid to leave the couch as I am all alone, and I am in fear.
Wonderful.
Lil' guy, you are mighty powerful-
Slash, I kinda hate you.

A Cup of Tea

Sometimes I wonder, just how important the choices I make actually are-

                       In fear of making a mistake,  I just keep pouring tea-hoping that

        
                                                                           A light might clear everything up?

Until then, naively, I choose happiness.

Because at the end of the day, even if you make all of the right choices, your house is built of hay. .With the huff and a puff, your house can get blown down.

I miss(ed) you like the desert misses the rain.

Tejas Toyota

This past Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday and even Monday, I was blessed enough to go to Texas.

Upon landing in the airport, the array of unfamiliar people, and my own dissolution that in fact there is a Middle America.  Fear, that was evident in my eyes, so potent: I was in Texas.

I had a job training. Yep, me a worker bee, taking on yet another job, here we go. As to not bore, I will simply list the highlights of the trip, which were many.  I narrowed it down to: 36 hours of airport loving, square-dancing, staying in a Christian camp site and mystery meat.

But the actual best part was the Confederate Flag, woot woot....oh Texas, how blatantly obvious that you have made it that in fact I am a California girl.  I would prefer to simply be naked and give out free waffles- Thanks for clearin' that one up.

Goodness me, I almost forgot the bestestest part, according to my Project Director, all of the vols. will get Scabies, can you guess who else is going to get Scabies? 

Yep, your's truly, last year..apparently all of Project Staff was blessed enough to get the dirty lil' critters nestlin' in their skin.  

I cannot wait, how fun, slash bonding experience-I think so.

*Photography courtesy of Juliana

The Days of the Week:

If you did not know, the days of the school week are the following:

Mighty Monday- Run run run run run, in the SUN!
Topless Tuesday- Come home from a long day and take it off. . . Next to the carrots and dear ole'  Mr. Gofer of course.
Waffle Wednesday- Make waffles in the driveway and give them out to people as they pass by with a special someone.
Thong Thursday- oh my-Black Lace event as always.
Friday Fever- Stay in bed, cuddle and drink tea.

Baby- You can drive my car.

Sucking on Tits.

What is the sexual appeal of being a baby again? In bed (sexually speaking): we sucks on tits, make cutesy baby talk and feed each-other by the spoon.  Don't get me wrong, I cannot say that I do not partake and/or enjoy-but it is quite odd to think about.

Dear Diary,

Dear Diary,
I got messy today.
Quite messy indeed.
-Yours truly

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Lemon Bars with a Twist [Vegan]

As the new quarter begins, Spring rolls around the corner: I start baking.
So this means Vegan Lemon Bars.

But it would not be a dish of mine if I did not alter the recipe some.
My man calls it:

"Savita: A measurement which is a spicy, lil' pinch and nibble. The perfect touch to add to any dish. (It is quite rare however, and there are even limited supply. But not to worry because I have the source itself.)" 

The recipe is as follows:
Original
Crust:

• 1/2 c. non-hydrog, non-dairy, at room temp.
• 1/4 c. confec. sugar
• 1 c. unbleached all-purpose flour

Filling:

• 1/2 c. silken tofu (soft or firm)
• 1 c. granulated sugar
• zest from 2 lemons
• 1/3 c. lemon juice 
• 2 T. unbleached all-purpose flour
• 2 T cornstarch
• confec. sugar, sifted

Altered
Crust:

• 1/2 c. Earth Balance
• 1/4 c. Raw Turbinado Sugar
• 1 c. unbleached wheat flour

Filling:

• 1 package Silken Tofu (I used firm, but would suggest soft for a creamier experience)
• 1 c. Raw Turbinado Sugar
• Zest from 4 lemons
• 2/3 c. lemon juice (4 lemons)
• 2 T. flour
• 2 egg substitute (this is a replacer for the starch as a thickening agent, beat for longer to add fluff)

Topping:

• Tons of walnuts (chop finely)
• Raspberry glaze*
• Confectioner's sugar to aesthetic appeal
• Some lemon swirls for garnish
• Coconut shreds
• A birthday candle: Happy Birthday Noah Miska Garber!

*Raspberry glaze: Add about 1 package of raspberries, and mix with water and brown sugar with a touch of agave. MIX!! Spread thinly over the fill, after you let stand the 'lemon bars.'

Fairness

I seem to measure life in fairness.
What isn't fair, I fix.
Really, what I think is fair is quite subjective, but nonetheless I do it.

I often find myself comparing my life to somebody else's, again, ridiculous.
The sad part about it is that by delineating it in my head, tattling on my older sis for not sharing, the problem will be solved.  Now, as Mommy lives hours away- all I do is count the ways in which things aren't fair.  Add, divide and multiple the reasons upon reasons the certain situation isn't fair, or what have you.

But this doesn't happen in real life.

Upon the news of an ailment of one of my dearest, I quickly began calculating..and I did not stop. It straight up (yeah, street talk) does not add up. Thus is not fair, and therefore needs to be fixed straight away.

Life isn't fair, That's why there are odd numbers.

Dynamics

I had one of my best friends visit me this week. She met my entire family, yikes! Her impression of my family was quite interesting, to say the least.

Yeah, I guess we are a group of funky individuals. Yet somehow, it works

Featured to the right is my my brother and sissy dearest. Fierce group of Russians if I've eva' seen 'em.

A Thank You Letter,

Dear Flamboyant Men,

     Oh how I do not have the words to show my appreciation for you, but man am I grateful. If it is not competing for boys that makes our friendship so great, it is the stories you tell me.

     We can cuddle and have it be completely platonic, even if you fondle my boobs, you're gay-so it's ok! You have swagger, and style..the best duo to land any man and leave them wanting more.

     Thank you for our night of one-on-one dancing. Quite the party.

Sincerely,

  

Rats.

Plain and simple, they give me the jeepers-creepers.
Now, they are co-inhabiting all of my homes.
Yay.

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