Berries and Oats

polishedbeauty — Wed, 02 Sep 2009 02:50:02 +0000

These last few weeks I’ve been experimenting in the kitchen, making fresh and tasty meals that are healthy. Instead of cooking with butter and oils I’m finding alternatives or sometimes I find things to cook that don’t involve that element completely and I feel even better about that. The other day I made myself a bowl of oatmeal with blackberries, raspberries, and strawberries with a 1/4tsp of granulated sugar over the strawberries to sweeten things a tad. Did you know instant oatmeal isn’t good for you? Your body can’t absorb the nutrients from the oats versus the old fashion oatmeal that you cook over the stove. It’s really not as bad as it sounds… let’s say it together “cook over the stove”. While the water is boiling and the oats are added it takes care of itself on the stove while I’m rinsing the berries. By the time I’m done rinsing and slicing the fruit the oats are ready. If healthy tastes like cardboard to you just substitute the white granulated sugar on the strawberries for 1 tablespoon of brown sugar that is directly stirred into the oats once its removed from the stove.

Kitty vs. Blue Jay

polishedbeauty — Mon, 31 Aug 2009 00:05:35 +0000

When we moved in, back in April, there was this blue jay that would squawk at the cat. So I started to let her play in the backyard, supervised of course, I didn’t want her jumping the fence over a bird. After awhile I started leaving her out there unsupervised for longer periods of time but I trust her now not to disappear out of the backyard. Well about a week ago I ventured into the backyard to bring the cat inside and I found a headless blue jay at the scene of the crime. I guess she finally had enough of it, shut him up for good.

Anonymous

polishedbeauty — Sun, 23 Aug 2009 22:54:21 +0000

epic memories… great whenever you need a pick me up

What is going on here?

polishedbeauty — Sat, 22 Aug 2009 07:56:57 +0000

It’s been almost a month and now and I’m still sick as ever… back pains, nausea, and I get very sick in the morning. My mother says it’s from stress but I don’t think so. At least the house looks better then I feel these days. So far there’s new paint throughout the whole house, new ceiling fans… next is ripping the floors out and putting in the new hardwood stuff The kitchen is getting new tile after that. It feels so much better to walk in the house, less depressing then having all that white; enough to make someone go insane.

School finally started this week and with a combination of the new routine and whatever it is that’s going on with me, its nice to have a quiet household. I can come and go as I please and everything I say and do isn’t scrutinized under a microscope. Next weekend I’m getting out of town even if its by myself. Not sure what spectrum of the coast I want to go but I’ll be there. I need it, I deserve it.

polishedbeauty — Fri, 14 Aug 2009 08:52:45 +0000

what’s the point in doing that little something extra for yourself if there’s nobody there to notice it? that tiny speck of apprication doesn’t seem like much to the outsider but to me, it means the world. i may look like the pretty girl but i was treated like dirt growing up and its hard to let it go sometimes. i’ve grown up and moved on but there’s still that inner part of me that just can’t let go for some reason. i feel odd. so how is it that somebody else can see perfection in me when all i see is plain?

tick, tock

polishedbeauty — Sun, 02 Aug 2009 13:10:12 +0000

Last night was the first and last time I will ever drink starbucks after the sun goes down. I stayed up all night and then some. My vision started to blur around 4:30am and that’s about when I called it quits for myself and headed off to bed. Um.. yeah right!! My heart has been beating so fast and hard for the last hour that I don’t know what to do with myself. I want to go to sleep so bad right now… ARG! I’m eating a half bowl of cereal so the milk can help coat my stomach and calm my body down but that’s really not working at the moment.

release.

polishedbeauty — Mon, 27 Jul 2009 03:40:41 +0000

i am exhausted. what other way can i put it? my repetitive rants just don’t seem to be seeping through to his brain. at this point just about every single thing i say can be classified as a rant. i would love to communicate in a adult manner but how is that possible when your dealing with someone with a mentality of a toddler. this is the real world. mommy isn’t here to fix your boo boo’s any longer. over and over again i start with talking.. effectively communicating if you will and it always turns into a full blown argument, I’m surprised i haven’t lost my voice.

my mind is drawing a blank. I’ve done everything and all i get back is negative vibes. it makes me feel even more worthless then i already do. when i’m by myself insults and bitches are easy to blow off but when it comes from somebody your supposed to spend the rest of your life with.. is it really worth it?

just a reverie

polishedbeauty — Sun, 26 Jul 2009 19:09:29 +0000

When I was younger I used to dream all the time and it was rather interesting. Once I entered this western shoe store and all the shoes were tiny except this one gigantic boot (i’m talking like a men size 32) that had been placed on a pedestal above all the other shoes. I knew it was special for some reason but then woke up before anything could happen. Another time I was standing at my daycare pickup spot at school in the dead of night. At first I was there alone but then one or two people showed up for whatever reason. Then the asphalted road started looking funny to me so I decided to jump on it from the curb, only I didn’t stop I kept going down. The asphalt had turned into a very dark and calm water. As fast and quick as I could I tried swimming to the surface but I was stuck. There was some barrier keeping me down there so I swam underwater to where the curb was so I could at least hold onto the wall that kept going down to infinity. Nobody noticed that I had disappeared, though I was yelling, kicking and screaming. At this point I noticed my body adapted to the surrounding and I could breathe under water. Next thing I knew this creepy feeling came over me and I saw a very large shark swimming through the water but his fin was visible above the asphalted surface. He was coming for me and I froze. It was all OK, he couldn’t see me now that I stopped moving. Or was it because all of a sudden I felt something latch onto my head and started sucking the life out of me. My whole body slowly went numb and I died in that dream. I have had a few other death dreams, ones that are more plausible then the one above but none the less they felt the same. Most of the time my dreams were premonitions, my soul was there living it eexactly as I did in life; nobody could see me but I was there. This happened for years, dream after dream, until one day I showed up to my last premonition in real life and it all stopped for good. My husband’s great grandpa’s funeral. Neither of us knew where the service was exactly taking place when we arrived at the church. The closer we got to the main doors I spoke up and told my husband, “I’ve been here before”. Which is impossible because I had never been to Howell before that day let alone the state of Michigan before the age of 15 and all my premonition dreams came to me at 12 years old and younger. Once we crossed the threshold and were inside I validated what I said “I have defiantly been here before”. Started to ramble off all these things like where the bathroom was and what was in all the rooms before we passed themand then I said right behind there is where the funeral would be. Freaked us both out. Only in my dream there was no funeral and I didn’t even know it was a church. I just knew it was a building and I was meant to go inside it for some reason.

Then from that point on I was always dreaming of the past about situations and people that I could not change. I can’t figure it out. What changed so drasticly in my life around the time of my dreams? Why did they stop? Sure we get older and the youthfulness inside of us dies but why does that have to change the way that one dreams?

dinner, headache, and funky angles

polishedbeauty — Thu, 23 Jul 2009 19:17:02 +0000

last night my husband and i made dinner for the first time… together. shocking isn’t it? we were able to coincide and share the kitchen from start to finish. turned out pretty fantastic. once everything was cleaned up and we were stuffed like bunnies i opted to make some cupcakes only because I’ve had frosting and sprinkles in my pantry for a month but no cake batter. somewhere along the line of my mad baking skills and midnight my head was throbbing.

when i was younger i would get these out of control light and sound sensitive headaches that would keep me in my room head under pillow for hours but they haven’t happened for years until last night. with no ibprofen in the house i had to send my husband out on a midnight run to whatever store he went to. this is a strange town we live in everything just seems to close down around 10pm every night reguardless. when we lived in detroit we could go anywhere any time of night and everything was pretty much open.

about 15 minutes after his return and a quick deep tissue neck rub to help the pain go away quicker I was passed out like a sloppy drunk and he was in the living room dozing off on the couch watching tv. i woke up several times during the night, the first time he was not in bed with me; that freaked me out. the next time i woke up was when he was crawling into bed but i was still out of it, apparently hogging the entire bed until i woke up this morning.

so he’s still in bed sleeping off funky angles while i’m here blogging, drinking my coffee, and frosting the cupcakes from last night.

myspace eh? ew.

polishedbeauty — Tue, 30 Jun 2009 08:52:25 +0000

after 2 years of a myspace free life i’m back on the infamous website. have you ever run across the kind of person you really don’t want in your life? so you make a special account so “they can talk to you”. yeah, that’s what has happened.