Ouch.

Been so focused on cleaning and getting the house ready…I haven’t gotten to do anything for myself. So again no post today.

Also I tweaked my back. I don’t know how…but it hurts a bit. That old injury just won’t go away.

“Snap”
By emily2jane
10-12-21

Have a safe Tuesday! Lift with your knees not your back. 👍

Poetry From The Past

Unpacking leads to finding things from your past. I found a treasure… my creative writing/ poetry binder from over ten years ago. I was super creative in 2010. I had more free time in the past.

But here is the first poem I read.

Whom?

Whom…

Do I chase?

Down

The far

Pool.

Me.

Myself.

The girl

Doing it

Perfect

And precise.

She starts out

Ahead.

But I beat her

Dead.

That girl

Who begins

And I end.

This poem cracks me up! I wrote it October 08, 2010. I wonder who my competitor was; that I decided to write a poem based on them. I have no idea…

As I wrote that, I thought it could be me. I used to have that mindset. That I was the best and racing myself was the only opponent better than me. Oh the confidence…

Inspire for poem: Whom?
By emily2jane
10-08-21

I’m enjoying reading things from my past. I am now remembering that I went through a phase of writing sad poetry. Hopefully reading my old poetry will help spark up my old creativity once again. I’ve been in somewhat of a rut lately.

Maybe due to the fact that the hubby and I built a garage/ shed in less than 24 hours these last two days. I was the pair of helping hands to my master builder husband.

Maybe I’ll share that experience next blog.

But anyways…enjoy the weekend! Party time!! For all you young people or people young at heart! Instead, I will be enjoying time at home. It’s supposed to rain today! A nice Saturday at home. Just what I need! 🌧

I blocked my name for privacy.

Word Of The Day: Scion 10-08-21

Synonyms: 1. Cutting, graft, slip, shoot, etc. 2. Descendant, heir, successor, child.

Weighted amounts,

Suffocating

Squeezing the life

Out of you.

Demanding accounts,

Of pressure grating,

Away youth with a knife.

Now anger grew.

Will effort ever count?

Constantly hating;

Everyone is a lowlife.

Days are always blue.

So you could read it from an heir point of view but I also saw parts of my childhood.

When I swam competitively, my dad had lots of expectations. He wanted me to be the best. That I should never fail.

Don’t get me wrong, I am already a super competitive person; but he took it too far sometimes.

The screaming at me because I failed to win, the ridiculing me in front of others, the threatening me about having to walk home out of shame, etc.

At some point I said he could no longer come to my swim meets. I think I was 10…? I forgot to tell him my lane and afterwards, he yelled at me in front of everyone. That time pushed me tears and I had to call my mom to come get me because my dad left me.

Not funny…but funny how different phrases can sting or bring back unpleasant memories.

Pressure” B
y emily2jane
10-08-21

But after that meet, my mom was my new supporter. She was great support. If I lost a race it was, “at least you didn’t drown” or “you did look like you were dying out there.” Haha! And if I won… “good job!” She was the best kind of support ❤️ Don’t get me wrong; my mom is competitive in her own way.

So I guess…parents out there that are competitive… remember not to go too far. My two year old already likes all kinds of sports… so I’m taking my own advice. I don’t want to continue what my dad did, but what my mom did. Maybe with a controlled amount of competitiveness. This is only referring to my daughter. If it’s me alone I’m going to be my ultra super crazy competitive person that I am!! My hubby won’t play games with me. ☹️

Have a family filled Friday! 🏡

Photography Artwork

Today’s post is kind of bland, but I thought I would post some photos I’ve taken.

I’ve edited them as well so that I can paint them in the future.

Hope you enjoy the color today!

Sunrise
Photo By: emily2jane
01-19-17
“Bliss”
Photo By: emily2jane
09-23-21

At a Subway in West Yellowstone. An interesting place to find such pretty flowers. I really love photographs of flowers. I’ve done this for so many years.

Photo By: emily2jane
09-23-21

This one I took while we drove home, with the window up. The hubby was going 70! 😎 (Most of my photos are taken when I’m in the passenger seat.

“Fall”
Photo By: emily2jane
09-23-21

Another photo while on an adventure in the passenger seat. I have several different edit versions of the photo.

“Country Living
Photo By: emily2jane
04-13-19

Chicken coop and a keep…and quietness! Another adventure. Country living is the best! The wide open spaces and slow paced living.

“Whispering Aspens”
Photo By: emily2jane
09-23-21

Aspens as we drove through Idaho. Aspens are one of my favorite of God’s creation. The patchy white and black trunks with the fluttering golden leaves…great combination.

Well have a happy Thursday.

Try taking a photo today. Of anything! And edit it in a way you normally wouldn’t; you might surprise yourself. The shadows are key with edits. 💛

So tired…

Yesterday I moved non stop from twelve o’clock in the afternoon to eight forty-five at night. My body is hurting.

The hubby has been saying his stress eye has been acting up, because the house has been clustered with bins. I think he mild claustrophobic side was being pressured. So I did the deed…

I cleaned. And cleaned. And cleaned. I unpacked almost all of the bins that filled the house. We brought about… fourteen bins; now we only have six left.

We have a huge stack of empty bins outside our back door.

But which means I’m exhausted. And I wrote this post last night as I waited for my baby to fall asleep.

So please have a restful and chill Wednesday. I will try as well. ❤️

Photo By: emily2jane
09-23-21

A Hello to Fall

The red cape,

Flies into the air.

Baby giggles and cheers,

Combine with,

The crunching of leaves.

Unusual outfit,

But uncontrollable smiles.

Layers mean colors;

Colors means glee.

Fall,

Might be a crisp,

Crafty haven.

But to a child;

It is..

Enchantment,

Excitement,

And vibrant,

To be free!

This poem is based, once again, on my sweet baby girl. On Saturday we were moving a bunch of things so I wasn’t present when additional selections were added to her outfit. A Santa hat and Superman cape. She already had cowboy boots on.

Super Santa is Off!
Photo By emily2jane
10-02-21

It was a sight to see. But as she played on the trailer and we busily moved things around; I stopped and watched her for a hot minute. She was laughing and catching the leaves while they fell to the ground. It was pure happiness in her smiles.

I hope your Tuesday is filled with Fall and big big smiles! Have a happy Tuesday! 🍁☺️

Hello To Fall
Photo and Edit by emily2jane
10-05-21

Mature, Now?

Life still continues.

We change,

Mature,

And grow.

Feeling pain,

Excitement,

And occasionally…

Peace.

Living apart,

Together,

And at a distance.

Loving never dies,

Always thrives.

And never divides.

Recently the hubby and I have been discussing trying to move. However nothing seems to fit. We’ve grown up. Before, we would have jumped at any good sounding deal. Instead now we sit and dwell on the idea before deciding. And lately, our decision, has been to not take the deal, because the the risk is too high.

Also, the idea of moving reminds me of my family that lives far away. I miss them all. At least I get to see them in December.

Enjoy your Monday. If you get to see your family or family member today; give them a big hug! Some of us in the world want to, but they live to far away. But the love is still there, and always will be. ❤️

Photo By: emily2jane
Edit By: emily2jane
09-23-21

It’s definitely fall where I’m at, but I still love to post pictures of flowers. So that I remember what they look like as we enter winter.

Word Of The Day: Cozen 10-02-21

Synonyms: bamboozle, cheat, dupe, trick, etc.

Mommy!

No…

I wish to sleep.

Tre snuggles are sweet;

The kisses are too.

But still…

Rest calls my name.

Blankets, I hide,

Until she saw me.

She throws,

My warmth away!

No longer counting sheep.

Daddy has planned a treat.

Baby flew up the stairs;

Cozy bed calls to me.

Body relaxes and chills.

My tense flame;

Inside has subsided.

Sleep…

Bright flashing glow;

Stings my eyes.

Again baby is tugging;

Wailing and screaming.

Sleep was a lie;

I’ve been duped.

Her smile is gleaming.

All I can do,

Is sigh.

This actually happened to me yesterday morning. She woke up at 6:50am. Our sleep schedule is already wonky and I’ve been trying to slowly work my self back to a respectable wake up hour. We have gotten to 7:40am. Like clockwork. My body has been waking up exactly at 7:40.

So when she woke up at 6:50am…no amount of kisses were going to make me wake up.

But I think the worst part was, I fought her for maybe 15min before the hubby got up with her. Then I probably laid there for another 20min trying to fall asleep again.

But then like clockwork. 7:40am came by and she was blasting me with lights. It’s amazing when two year olds know. They just know….

Enjoy your Sunday! Fall is here! 🍂🍁

A card I drew for one of the hubby’s friend.

Fall is here!

Journey With Cookbooks #26

I’ve been on vacation. Blog posts were put on the back burner to fully enjoy my time off.

But…Another Pinterest recipe with a repetitive recipe. Onion rings and orange chicken.

Since I was already going to be frying the chicken, I decided to make some onion rings. The hubby has been craving onion rings for a while now.

The picture for the recipe on Pinterest.

I had high hopes for them. Since I’m picky about onion rings too.

The recipe called for 2-3 onions.

I didn’t realize how much that would make…I cut up way too many. And I used sweet onions. It’s the bag that was opened in the cabinet.

Flour mixture
Egg and milk mixture.
Panko crumb mixture.

Why does it always want to auto correct panko to Pablo…very annoying.

So many things.

Yes. There is chocolate cake there too. The hubby wanted something chocolate at work the other day so I made some cake.

The rice has begun.

Don’t forget that the real dinner is orange chicken…

The chicken is cubed.

That’s only three chicken breast. I decided to do three so that there would be leftovers for the hubby’s next shifts.

I don’t know if I have stated this before…

But my sister gave me this thermometer for my birthday. This is my forever one!

The chicken has been tossed once.

The chicken will have to wait until the onion rings are done. I guess the onion rings are more of an appetizer to the orange chicken. Weird mix…

See this cutting board?

I turned to do something quickly. As I turned back to the cutting board I saw my baby climbing up towards it! I yelled for the hubby, and baby got startled and ran away. Better than her mess with raw chicken.

This is already: dip onions in flour mixture, smother in egg mixture, another flour dusting, and now the second dipping of egg mixture.

A rather sticky process but it is looking delicious!

Now the panko coating.
The frying.

The oil was heated to 350. It only took about 2min to completely cook the onion rings. They came out golden brown and crispy.

I had called the hubby that the first batch was done…

He devoured most of these onion rings. Haha! He said I’ve ruined another food for him. He will no longer be able to eat onion rings out. Mwahahahaha!

Before the last two rounds are done…these lonely two onion rings are left.

The hubby did feed my a couple bites as he eat the onion rings. I’m amazed…He shared his food. Haha

Chicken time!
The chicken takes more time so I have moments to eat the onion rings.

I don’t think I am going to be hungry for the orange chicken…

Oh so crispy.

The oil was already filled with burnt panko crumbs from the onion rings. So occasionally as I pulled the chicken out I would get some burnt crumbs. Just some extra flavor!

About half my normal amount of orange chicken.

I wish onion rings could be a meal!

The green beans must have been freezer burnt. None of us ate our greens. They were nasty.

Dishes…
Dishes…
More dishes.

It seemed never ending. But I decided to wait until after dinner to do the dishes. The hubby and baby would go watch a movie; while I do the dishes and listen to my book.

But first cake. Cake is always comes first. Yummy!!

Look like photo: 10! They look identical to the picture. Crispy golden brown!

Taste: 10! The onion rings are awesome!! If I could rate it 1,000 I would!!!

Easiness: 9! I think because of the stickiness it is more difficult than fries, but the time quantity is way shorter than fries.

Overall… a definite yes to the recipe! Will try again soon. Maybe tomorrow! Also the cake gets a 10!

Life Of Two Best Friends: College CHPT 18

Life Of Two Best Friends: College CHPT 17

CHAPTER 18

‘I have no words. I…’I have so many emotions cascading over me that I don’t know which I should latch onto.’ Excited, that it is true Jenny liked me. Sadness, what Jenny must have experienced as my dad…MY DAD! said for her to hide away her feelings; similar to what he is telling me currently. Anger, knowing that I could have been with Jenny all those months before leaving. Annoyance, at Dad for keeping this from me these last two years. The pain…Jenny must have felt these last two years all alone. I wasn’t there for her. I was gone, and knew nothing. Yes. My swimming has become a success but, how…? ‘As I said before, I have no idea how I should be feeling.’ “Dad? How could you keep all of this from me?”

Dad broke. He collapsed into his own tears.

‘Dad!?!’ I opened the glove box and pulled out a wad of napkins.

Frantically he accepted them. “I…thank you George,” Dad collected himself once again.

But this time I could feel the guilt and sadness exuding frim his posture. “Dad?”

“I regret what I told her that day. I know that it was the best thing for your swimming. I aksed her as a caring father. But after what she went through; I have never forgiven myself. The day Brown called me asking for help, to send her to Europe I was confused. I knew about the rumor but I always assumed nothing could break Jenny. She was strong,” Dad gazed out the window. “But seeing her that day, an empty shell, I knew I had done wrong. I told her to close her heart, and that day, her heart was turned off completely.”

‘Dad…’

“Her art piece on the wall was vibrant and expressive. I knew it was her piece, but anyone else who would have seen the blank expression, hollow shell of person next to it would have denied that she was indeed the artist. I…I did all I could to make her trip and life in Europe comfortable; I think it was my way trying to fix what I broke.”

‘No words.’

Silence filled the truck. The only noise was Jeremy’s continous breathing. I glanced at the time and the half an hour was gone. We needed to leave. “Dad…”

He didn’t move.

“I forgive you. And it is not your fault about Jenny,” I placed a hand on his shoulder closest to me, and I felt his body begin to shake once more. “Dad?”

“It’s tears of relief. I…have been dreading this day, but also anticipating it. I…thank you so much George,” and he broke down again.

I fished out more napkins. “You good? I have to wake up the dead one,” I thumbed to the backseat.

“Go ahead,” Dad blew his nose and recomposed himself. “I’m good. But I won’t be taking you inside this time. Goodbye Son,” Dad leaned across the arm rest and gave me an awkward hug.

I still accepted that hug, “Bye Dad. Be careful on the way home.” I reached back and smacked Jeremy in the stomache, “Look alive! You’ve got to move!”

Jeremy shot up into a sitting position, “Ouch! I’m up, I’m up.”

I laughed and quickly grabbed my backpack and hopped out. I heard Jeremy thank Dad for the ride and he too got out. “Bye Dad,” I waved into the back window. Dad returned the wave and pulled away from the curb.

‘It still stings. But I understand it…’

‘Jenny.’ She was sitting on the front porch swing with her mom. I knew it was her, even though her back was to me. Her red hair shimmered everytime her head popped back into the sunlight. Coach had picked us up from the small airport; there was no way for us to rent a car. On the drive over Coach explained that Jenny was doing better, but that we were not to mention what happened unless she was the one to bring it up. Jeremy was worried since he was the so called start of the rumor; he was worried he would set her off just by being there. Jeremy of course did not voice these concerns to Coach; instead I read them all over his face, as Coach drove us to this home. It was the vaction apartment that Dad, other mom, and I used to come to during winter vacations. ‘Back when our family was actually happy…so like when I was eight years old.’

Coach walked past Jeremy and I and approached Jenny and Mrs. Brown on the porch. He leaned over and kissed both Jenny and his wife on the tops of their heads. He quietly comunicated to them; I thought he was telling them about our presence, but instead he looked into the front door and shook his head.

Jeremy and I were approaching slowly; we seemed to be in limbo. ‘Do we come. Do we wait? Are we going to live out here?’ Coach glaced back towards us and tilted his head up motioning to us to come.

Jenny’s head must have noticed her Stepdad’s quick movement, because just as we were approaching the porch her head turn towards Jeremy and myself.

Those green eyes caught my gaze; ‘Those beautiful green eyes.’ Her gaze shifted to my left. ‘Oh, right. Jeremy is here too.’ I was going to glance at Jeremy, but my eyes were glue to Jenny’s face. I could see surprise and shock initally in her expression; but then almost a second I thought I saw hatered, but it was gone and her expression now read sadness. This is not the Jenny I remember; her spark was gone. ‘What did I do to this girl?’ I realized that Jeremy and myself had not moved; so I pulled Jeremy along with me as we came to the first step.

“We good to set our stuff down,” I asked Coach, who was standing in the doorway still gazing at Jenny.

“Sure. Come on in,” Coach threw the front door open and headed up the stairs.

Jeremy followed Coach quickly up the stairs; wanting to escape the stares of silence.

I paused only sightly, I returned my gaze back to…those green eyes; they were once again looking at me. ‘Jenny.’ I wanted to talk to her, but I wanted to find the perfect timing. I nodded to both Jenny and her mom, and then followed Jeremy inside. ‘I’ll find the time.’