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! 🌧
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. ☹️
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. ❤️
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.
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!
Our vacation was only four days long…but we did so much in those four days. Making me realize that the hubby and I are very boring people. We are home bodies.
We are exhausted. These last few days wore us out!
So because of all of this…this is my post. I will be just venting my exhaustion.
Also I realize all my posts lately have been poems. But poems are easy and not time consuming. I usually write it the night before, or if I wake up early in bed.
So pardon the repetitiveness. This is not becoming a poetry blog. It is still an everything blog.
Have a wonderful Friday! 🌷Fall is almost here! 🍁
Some photos from our trip.
We rented a house. Very comfy. We actually ended up bringing the mattress from the other room, placing it on the floor, and using it for baby. I love tunnels. Baby does too! She puts her hands up like it was a rollercoaster. I love it when the sun comes through the clouds! God is saying hello!I stayed over here. 350ft drop…Heights…Nope! 😳Water. As baby says…waaer Big Waaer! Baby again ran straight for it; thankfully daddy caught her in time!The dead trees mixed with the alive trees was trippy on the eyes. It was actually giving me a headache when I stared at it too long. Beautiful mountains!
Most everyone has experienced his cycle. Unless you were one of the lucky ones and you had your other half from the get go.
The word is ossify. I must be honest I’ve never heard of this word. When I saw the synonyms my first thought of a break up. My first break-up was…wow thirteen years ago. 😳 Haha, but I tried to remember the emotions I felt after. I also asked my hubby; his was about seven years ago…but he was no help; he was trying to be too deep. 😅
My vacation has been exciting but full. I’m enjoying myself, but I’m also taking this chance to catch up on my sleep. Hopefully my sleeping schedule changes from that of a teenager.
Give your other half, or even yourself a hug today. Love is strong in any form. Enjoy your Wednesday! 🌺
Haha! I like to add th to words. Have you every added th to a conversation. People think you are crazy or channeling your inner Shakespeare.
Anyways, back on topic. Again, I was about to do the Word of the day but it was sophistry. Nothing was coming to mind. So I did a poem based on my feelings instead.
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This house needs,
To be spotless and clean.
The floors to glisten,
And surfaces to shimmer.
Done deeds,
Shall be seen.
Like a competition;
Desperate for a glimmer,
Of approval.
Will she accept?
Will I receive praise?
Excitement and dread,
Battling inside.
I’m adding fuel,
Why does she have this effect?
Master of the gaze,
Carefully tread.
Frantically searching,
For the explanation guide.
…
My in-laws are visiting. This is to describe the first time my mother-in-law visited our house. I went crazy! I’ve now reached the stage of: get the house clean, but don’t stress too much. Instead fill their bellies with delicious food, and put them in food comas! Haha 😂
I am sure every girl who has a mother-in-law understands this poem. We go through so much for the approval; it’s like it is the meaning of survival…
But this visit will be fun. My sweet sweet has her Papa and Nana visiting her. She was so excited, that she started to behave like a puppy when they got to the house. She is so odd; definitely my daughter though.
Enjoy your Sunday! I will be going on vacation. I’ll be trying to post; but I may just enjoy myself instead. We shall see.
emily2jane 