Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Homemade Silly Putty!

The players: Sta-Flo liquid starch, Elmer's glue, and food coloring (I ended up deciding against using the silver glitter glue, as the finished product was magical enough already!!).










Use approximately two parts glue to one part liquid starch.





After pouring glue, add appropriate amount of liquid starch.





Mix well with a fork until mixture starts forming one uniform glob and easily peels away from side of mixing bowl without sticking.





Stretch and squeeze and make funny noises with the silly putty bubbles inside to make sure all of the starch is mixed in :o)





Add food coloring.





Fold dye into putty....but beware of pockets/bubbles of dye inside, as they may spontaneously burst and splatter on the floor, your shirt, and especially your right thumb ;-)





Voila! Now you have silly putty!!

Saturday, January 30, 2010

Culinary Blissfulness ;-)

Green Goddess Trail Mix before....



Green Goddess Trail Mix during.... (getting ready to go in the dehydrator).



Greed Goddess Trail Mix after!

Ingredients:
fresh kale
Nama Shoyu (raw organic soy sauce)
**other natural soy sauces may be substituted for nama shoyu**
cold-pressed olive oil
cashews (raw, not roasted, unsalted)

Remove kale from stalk, shred into pieces about half the size of your palm, drizzle with olive oil and massage into all pieces, then drizzle with Nama Shoyu and repeat. Drizzle just enough to get some on all pieces, but but not so much that it pools in bottom of bowl. Spread on dehydrator sheet and leave in until crisp. Add cashews and voila! :o)



Getting ready to make Bugs' Brew (soon to be freshly juiced ~ named after Bugs Bunny).


Getting ready to make Goji Orchard Bliss...juice that will make you feel like a million bucks!!


Thursday, April 2, 2009

Ancient Gifts

(Painting of Hafiz by Mahmud Farshchian)

I first learned about the poetry of Hafiz two years ago, and have been entranced by his mystical, magical way of relating to the universe ever since. For those who don't know about this bad boy of mystical poetry (as my dear friend Asha affectionately refers to him), he lived in Shiraz in the 1300s, and is one of the most celebrated Persian poets of all time. On less than prime days it has become a frequent practice of mine to simply pick up his book of poems, choose a random page number in my mind, and turn to discover what message is waiting for me. Below you will find one of my recent favorites. More to come soon ;-)


Your Mother and My Mother

Fear is the cheapest room in the house.
I would like to see you living
In better conditions,

For your mother and my mother
Were friends.

I know the Innkeeper
In this part of the universe.
Get some rest tonight,
Come to my verse again tomorrow.
We'll go speak to the Friend together.

I should not make any promises right now,
But I know if you
Pray
Somewhere in this world ~
Something good will happen.

God wants to see
More love and playfulness in your eyes
For that is your greatest witness to Him.

Your soul and my soul
Once sat together in the Beloved's womb
Playing footsie.

Your heart and my heart
Are very, very old
Friends.



Sunday, February 15, 2009

Saltwater Shots and Plastic Blue Teapots


As I rested my cheek on the side of the sink basin, bringing myself to eye level with the faucet, I had one of those “Yes, I am actually sitting here at 1:23 in the morning on Valentine’s Day (or morning after as it was) with the business end of a plastic blue teapot stuck up my nose” moments. Another “moment” was soon had when in an attempt to proceed with recommended sinus irrigation, I accidentally rerouted some of the lovely neti pot saltwater mixture down the back of my throat. Mmmm, tasty. All of a sudden I flashed back to the yearly treks my mother, sister and I would take to Houston to see Gigi, my maternal grandmother. Part of our yearly romps down south included a day or two playing on the beach in Galveston. The sad fate of an exuberant yet clumsy child like me on these beach adventures was that I frequently experienced a little more wave than ever initially intended. Being the eternal optimist that I was, I would see a wave approaching and grossly overestimate my ability to surf, swim through, or simply stand up against said wave. Before I knew it…WHOOOSH…I had a mouthful of saltwater. It stung for a moment, and most definitely loosened up my sinuses. But did it ever stop me? No! I kept right on truckin’. I suppose it wasn’t necessarily an accident, this neti pot sinus irrigation turned full-on saltwater shot that I had today. Feeling like I had developed a little too much closeness with the "bottom of the bucket" as I clumsily maneuvered the plastic blue teapot into my right nostril, the memory of my tenacity on our beach vacations reminded me that sometimes we have situations, days, people, months, or even years that get us down. But the most important thing is that no matter how big the wave that knocks us off center, we always get back up again....or, try the other nostril.

P.S. If you ever find yourself dateless, and standing in the Wal-Mart pharmacy contemplating saltwater sinus irrigation in the middle of the night on Valentine's....take a quick trip over to the seasonal section after stocking your allergy artillery, for they start selling their mounds of red cellophane-wrapped goodies at half price when the clock strikes midnight. You'll appreciate having a little treat after enduring your saltwater teapot adventure.


Me, Galveston Beach...circa 1980-something ;-)

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Tupperware....

Tupperware ~ it pretty much *rocks*....

Yes, I'm a nerd. I admit it, and that's the first step.

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Springfield Christmas '08

Cookie crumbs and milk left over from Santa

Manny playing with the Santa toy Nana gave him

Sarah and Claire Bear ;-)

Good morning Sunshine!!

Shhhh! It's a Sleeping Carson!!

More to come soon!!! Hope everyone is having a fabulous holiday season!! ;-)