Apologies to my blog

I owe blogging an apology. I try and try and try again but somehow can not commit.

My first blog is a family blog, started after I was married in order to share what was going on in our lives as well as share photos. I update this maybe once every 3 months and half-heartedly at that.

My second blog was started as a new years resolution to write more. I’m an English major slinging coffee so besides reading an indescribable amount of books I needed to keep my craft in check. This was a fail because the blog became less about writing and more about baby. I guess babies do that to you, they take over your life.

This is number 3 (3rd times a charm right?). And maybe it’s the formatting that WordPress offers that has made me try yet again…my other blogs are on blogger, which is good for following other blogs, not so good for your own. Here on WordPress I strangely feel like “hey! this shoe fits!” and I’m going to try to wear it.

Anygay. I’ve also been newly inspired these past few months. Mostly by reading other blogs:

The Pioneer Woman Ree Drummond is an extremely inspiring woman who can seem to not only do it all but do it with a sly sense of humor. Also, her recipes are easy and delicious. I think I want her life, cows, dogs the prairie, all of it.

Dooce.com Is another go-to blog of mine. She’s also a mom, with a great sense of humor and amazing photography skills but I think I keep getting drawn to her because she is so relatable. I was first enticed by her blog because she is an ex-mormon and when I hear that someone is an ex-mormon I am intrigued and, well, happy! (I have absolutely no issue with mormons only with their religion)…(another note, they tried to spell check mormons to morons).

Another momblog, The Bloggess, is abrasive and hilarious! Really, I’ve tried to share stories from this blog but end up laughing and not finishing my sentences therefore making absolutely no sense in the end, so read it for yourselves! It should be noted that this is a drinking/swearing mom. Normally swearing repulses me but when it just seems natural not only does it work but it helps the punchline.

A inspiration closer to home is my real-life-friend Kristilyn’s blog, Simple Life of a Girl. Kristilyn is a very honest, very hardworking and very smart woman who I am lucky enough to know. We also attended the same school so you could argue that we have the same education although she’s probably much smarter than I am (hey at least I used the right “than” then). I truly love her honest outlook on life… and the layout of her blog brought me to WordPress…

So there you go. A quick glimpse into the majority of my blogging life. There are a few others I fallow, craft blogs, lifestyle blogs and some Christian blogs but these are my go to’s when I have a free minute. Oh and this one too, hope I keep it up!


blast from my gross past

Some months ago, about 4.5 actually, I somehow convinced my husband to move across the country to my childhood hometown. Trust me, it made sence. I have a lot of extended family here, a transferable job and he only had to be accepted to and attend a school. What can I say? It all worked out.

So we have now been living here for about 6 weeks and while we have loved it from the start I am only now getting the feeling that this is home again, only a whole new home with my new family.

As I was on my daily commute home from work, (an entire 7-8 minute drive) I noticed that there was a smell missing. Granted it had been 12.5 years but THAT smell was missing. THAT smell I speak of was one that always confused me as a child. It was as we passed the bakery, but it wasn’t the bakery, no,no,no. It was the stockyard across from the bakery.

As a child I had always heard adults (my mom in the car) complaining about the stench yet I was confused by it. It didn’t stink. It smelled slightly sweet but not in a way that made you want to eat it, like sweet milk but slightly burnt. Oh how innocent I was.  I now know what that smell was. It was the stockyard. It was the smell of mass amounts of blood.

I knew what a stockyard was and what they did there but I did not grasp it because I never saw a single animal. The funny thing? I miss the smell. I know what that smell means now but I still miss it. It’s nostalgic. So there is one more weird thing about me. I find the smell of large amounts of cows blood comforting. Gross.

Raspberry-banana bread cake

Yup. That’s right. The plain ol banana bread has come of age in this modern world. The baking bug bit me again yesterday. I went into the kitchen and automatically started getting out the ingredients for some cranberry white chocolate oatmeal cookies, got the bowl out and realized that I had some rotten bananas in the freezer that I needed to get rid of mostly because they are gross. Of course when I opened the freezer I noticed the gallon of raspberries that I had picked a few days before and an idea was born. A delicious idea.

So the finished product?  Amazing, dessert or breakfast.

Here’s the recipe I used :

Mix 1 cup sugar with 1/2 butter in a large bowl

Mix in 2 large eggs, 3 medium mashed bananas, one tablespoon baking soda, a sprinkle of vanilla and some salt

Sift in 2 cups of flour, and 1/2 cup of milled flax seed (for extra healthyness)

And finally, stir in one cup of raspberries.

Bake in a greased 5×9 pan at 350 for 30 minutes

Cool and top with cream cheese frosting (for lesser healthyness)

To new blogs and new books

Cheers to new things. This blog is new to me. I’ve started many and always find them difficult to dedicate time to but yet I think I’m interesting enough to read about. Huh, never thought about how much I love writing and how little time I dedicate to it. conflicting I suppose.

As for now…

I have discovered the new and wonderful world of e-books from the library. That’s right, you can check out books over the internet and download them immediately. For such a small town I am surprised at how many people are on to this new trend, I know this because there are quite a few books I’m waiting to become available. So far I have read Heaven is for Real by Todd Burpo (in 3 days), I have started The New York Regionals Mormon Singles Halloween Dance by Elna Baker and have checked out Black Heels to Tractor Wheels by the Pioneer Woman, Ree Drummond.

Heaven is for Real was enlightening and inspiring and I have a new love and hope for Jesus in Harper’s life.

TNYRMSHD, (got that?) so far, less than one chapter in and it’s pretty funny, seems like it might have a good outlook on the insides of mormonhood.

As for Ree Drummond, I love her blog and can not wait to get to this book, what an inspiring and multi-talented woman.

It’s amazing how the world of ebooks has reintroduced this literature degree holder to read for pleasure not only again but nonstop. Right now, I’m thinking about getting that little babe to bed so I can get to my iPad books!