Sunday, July 31, 2011

book of mormon: week 7

ah, hello sunday!
how i've missed you all week.

ok, so this week's chapters are brimming with goodness
[did i say that last week?]
[ i say that every week?]
it is really difficult to choose just one thing.
but i've narrowed it down to two...

this is when Alma is reunited with his buddies, the sons of Mosiah
they were all converted together
and have all since been out preaching the Gospel
and they just happen to run into each other
[and in a world without cell phones, that's saying something eh?]
but i love the pure joy that Alma expresses at seeing them again
i've been thinking a lot this week about friends
and the experiences that have made me closer to people
and often, we've been thru something hard together
and seen each other learn & grow
and there is an inexpressible joy at that kind of relationship
i feel deeply grateful for each of the people in my life that i have that kind of deep, indescribable love for
it makes me feel like shouting from the rooftops!

speaking of shouting from the rooftops.
Alma 26 is so beautiful
it's a man named Ammon,  bearing testimony & glorying in the Lord
he's just so full of gladness and gratitude that he can't contain himself
this week i have felt like Ammon
i feel like i can see the hand of God so clearly in my life
and i want everyone to feel the same way!
if you're having trouble seeing God in your life...
or need a little joy and & Gospel enthusiasm...
i would recommend reading this chapter.

["courage", via]

and that's all for today...
i'll bite my tongue so this doesn't turn into an essay

your turn...
thoughts on these chapters?
thoughts on anything else...?
[i feel like this is an open call for group therapy.]
[blog therapy?]

Thursday, July 28, 2011

biggie smalls & make-outs

that title makes it sound like i have some kind of sordid story to tell.
well....this is almost as good.

this is my buddy hugo:

isn't he cheerful on his bicycle?
you may call him hugart winston polanco.
[actually, no you can't. because i didn't ask his permission.]
in any case,
next week, it is his birthday.

first, i will share the following conversation, which will endear your heart to mr. polanco.
then, i will share his birthday wish.
ready, go...

[context: discussing his dating life]

i am not a player. i just crush a lot. (biggie.)

sooo you're saying i can call you biggie smalls from now on?

yes. call me biggie smalls. i like that.

[a few minutes later]
i googled this quote for you:
"Excellence is my presence. Never tense, never hesitant." Biggie Smalls

Um, new facebook status! TY

wait, here's another good one:
"I'm a soldier, ready for whatever."

First one is better!

only if you're not a soldier.

I am *not* Make love, not war!

"make out, not war!" (that's my Mormon version)

Make love *when married* not war! (Mormon version)

this convo needs to go on my blog.

ok now that you like Hugo, here's his birthday wish:
to celebrate his 23rd anniversary of entrance into the world,
he's trying to collect $529 in donations
[that's $23 each from 23 people. see how that makes sense? yes.]

so, if you feel so inclined,
donate here
let's make this kid's wish come true!
[i mean, he could have asked for a pony. this is easy.]
[the real question is, would he name the pony Tu Pac?]

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

outsourcing my indecision

sometimes i lay awake at night
and i think
like really,
i think
and think and think and think and think
the other night i decided
why not get something useful out of this blog
and start having you make my decisions for me!

so, here's a few that i've decided i'm ok farming out:

what color should i dye my hair?
here's what we've got now...
long. hidden feathers [still want those]. faded brown blah-ness. a tad fuzzy & unruly, most days.
(bonus pic of the niece, aka little cootiebug)

if you were me,
what would you get a master's degree in?
family & human development
guidance/school counseling
(keep in mind this is all hypothetical. how motivated am i to take the GRE and/or go into debt for another degree? answer: not highly motivated at the moment. i mostly just want to write a book. but, school is always an option. someday.)

what career should i ultimately end up in?

ummm and
should i get an iphone?
a gym membership?
or...stop pretending i have money for either of those things...?

and while we're at it,
what kind of cereal should i buy next?
(raisin bran crunch is running low, which means i'll need a replacement soon...)

ready, set, advise!
ah, i feel less stressed already...
this is fun.

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

writing: prayer of fresh beginnings

God, bless me with disconnect
grant me apathy
untangle my heart strings
untie them, one by one
unlatch my emotions
cut the knots
free me from what i shouldn't love
God, take my misplaced affection
take my loving
my longing
take these emotions that do not build me
that slowly bruise me
and are beginning to openly wound me
God, lift me from bitterness
erase the faint taste of salt on my lips
please don't leave a trace
not even a hint of remembering
yes God, stop me from caring too much
unravel the lack of requisition
cradle my heart in your hands
mend the holes
smooth the scars
breathe life into a weary soul
and set me down gently
 stand me on my feet again
steady my legs
settle my mind
still my soul
lift my chin to the sky
my eyes to the stars
and my heart to the heavens

"i thank you, God
for most this amazing day"
[e.e. cummings]

Monday, July 25, 2011

textersations, round 3

it's that time again
i know you've been dying in anticipation
and i'm a kind soul, so i couldn't leave you waiting
(and/or my inbox was getting wayyy too full of saved texts & needs to be cleaned out)

so with no further ado,
the best of my phone's inbox from the past month or two:

kels, may 4
apparently my intense love for marie osmond and her personal life is not a secret anymore.

ksparks, may 6
what the effing crap, that angel guy just felt me up.
(for explanation, feast your eyes on this beauty)

monica-sister, may 7
i should become frank abignale. minus the jailtime and inappropriately aged girlfriends. actually....minus any girlfirends.

mandysister, may 24
i don't know if his comedy is clean all the time but i am watching this guy named demetri martin. if i knew him personally this is the guy i would set you up with. he has katie-husband written all over him.

matthisious, may 26
i want to live in your loosely coordinated dream world.
(in response to my latest decor choices, possibly here or here)

j. burgoyne, may 26
one of my most ambitious goals is to have one of my texts show up on your blog. i've been sending myself witty texts for practice. someday i hope to make the cut.
(congrats, jason!)

mandysister, may 28
speaking of handsome men who are too old for us!! bryan adams just had a baby with his girlfriend who is a normal person and barely older than i am!! she had a baby with bryan adams!! and she is a regular person! and they hang out with his mom and fly coach. And name their baby meribell bunny adams.

kels, may 29
forget all those dumb boys. focus all ur efforts on dominating in badminton. always.

kt lew-who-hunter, june 16
in my job, i get to see and hear some strange names. bad names of the week include Aspen (you can't really shorten it to create a cutesie nickname)
(rumor has it she's creating an entire blog to share such names w/ the world. stay tuned.)

daniel fuller, june 16
perk up, kiddo. everyone faces trials in life, awkward doorstep scenes just happens to be yours.

matthisious, june 20
all this talk about masses got me thinking. i hope that i am in the masses upon masses, and not just the regular bottom layer of masses. Because i don't want masses sitting on me.

cody alderson, june 22
may they who have wronged you face eternal wrath.

papanwa, june 30
so i had chinese food for lunch the other day. my fortune said...if a turtle loses its shell is it naked or homeless?

laura-sister, july 1
i forgot to tell you! by bethany's standards (our niece), you're not a grownup because you aren't married. hahaha

aaaand there you have it.
i anticipate big things in august, kids!
ok no pressure...

but seriously.

catch round 1 and round 2 here.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

book of mormon: week 6

("be not afraid" by greg olsen, via

 this chunk of reading is brimming with goodness
let's just dive in...

this chapter talks all about changing hearts
a subject that always makes me feel tender
and maybe a little teary eyed
i'm such a believer in the idea of changing hearts!
yes, the Savior has the power to change lives
but that is because He has the power to change hearts
and when our hearts change, our desires change
and then our actions change
and then, yes, our lives change
(and whose life couldn't use a little changing for the better?)

how could i not talk about this chapter?
it's an ancient prophecy about the birth & life & mission of Jesus Christ
and talks about everything He does for us
He suffers our pains (emotional and physical)
He carries our burdens
He comforts us
He understands our weaknesses & temptations
and on and on
then i love where it says:
"come and fear not, and lay aside every sin which easily doth beset you."
just think about this invitation:
the Savior wants to fix our problems
and help us carry our burdens
and comfort us in our emotional & physical distress
and all we have to do
is not be afraid anymore
and come to Him

[i see no down side to this...]

i just feel really happy today
the book of mormon is truly something amazing
and these two chapters are so beautiful

even if you haven't been reading
maybe just take a minute and read these ones?
a personal request from yours truly
(happiness guaranteed. what do you have to lose...?)

Friday, July 22, 2011

handcuffs & an oil crisis

i, katie elizabeth hawkes, changed my own oil last night
(ok, so i had some help)
(ok, so someone else mostly did it for me)
(but i was really good at handing things to him...)

things i actually did do myself:
purchased the new oil
(this is key, you know)
pointed out that the innards of a car should be color coded so i could tell what was what
(i stand by this assessment)
wiggled a couple inches under the car before feeling claustrophobic and bailing
made a really good attempt at unwrenching some small metal thing
(if you unscrew with a screwdriver, you unwrench with a wrench right? right.)
poured the new oil in
(only spilled a little)
poured the old oil into the empty container
remarked that the old oil looked like that goopy hexxus thing from ferngully
bought myself a powerade slushie as a reward
(i so deserved that)

but what we really need to focus on is the drama that unfolded in the parking lot while i so adeptly and valiantly fixed my own car
you see, there's this man
and there's this lady
and at alternating times over the last year
i've seen each of them treasure hunting and/or living in my dumpster
this is where it gets juicy:
i now have good reason to believe they are lovers
as i was highly engrossed in and focused on changing the oil in my car
(and/or drinking my slushie and only half paying attention to the oil situation)
i noticed that man and that lady searching for treasures ... together
lovers, i tell you!
and then, as any good drama requires, there was an unexpected conflict
a copper arrived!
pulled right up
questioned them
i have no idea what was said
(i'm not completely nosey)
(ok i so wish i was close enough to hear everything)
and then, handcuffs!
the copper cuffed the man
then the man laid his head on his lady's shoulder
there was weeping
there was some kissing
(really, as the copper just stood there...i'm not sure why he wasn't speeding up the process but maybe whatever spurred the arrest wasn't intense enough for him to stand in the way of a proper farewell. shrug.)
and then the copper put the man in the police car
and away they drove


oh the things i've seen.

(remember that other time i had an intriguing run-in in my parking lot? life is never stale around these parts.)

apparently you're supposed to change your oil every few months
you mean ... every few years wasn't cutting it?
i think God blessed me in my ignorance and let my car keep running
probably a lot longer than it should have...
5 gold stars for the big guy upstairs!

Thursday, July 21, 2011

fruit of the gods

it's time to let y'all in on a little secret
that plays a very important role in my life.

you may think i'm exaggerating
but i'm pretty thoroughly convinced
that i know what grows on the trees in heaven.

introducing, the white nectarine
(cue the trumpets!)
(via wikipedia)

you can find them at your local grocery store
just look carefully on the bin labels
or sometimes on the stickers
or examine the spots...they're less orange than regular nectarines

buy when speckled
(like the picture above)
let them hang out on the counter for a couple days
they will turn deep red
eat when slightly squishy
but not too squishy
(the above picture was cut open too soon, if you ask me. you shouldn't have to cut a white nectarine, and it shouldn't look that firm. these are best to eat when they're so juicy you can hardly contain them, in my expert opinion.)

oh, and...
do. not. put. in. the. fridge.
the fridge has a verrrry strange effect on texture
(part of me suspects they put that one up there in the fridge. it looks weird. you may be wondering why i didn't choose a different picture. stop asking questions.)

you'll never eat a regular nectarine again. promise.

but be warned
this is the kind of fruit
to eat over the kitchen sink
or outside
where you can properly let it run down your arms
before jumping in the pool
it's sort of a fountain situation when that juice gets going
a fountain of heavenly joy.

favorite fruit?
(you'll change your mind after you do what this blog tells you to do, though. your strawberries and bananas just can't compete, quite sorry. there's always 2nd place.)

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

a hunny pot of nostalgia

if you know me well
(or if you've read this blog for awhile)
it's no secret how much i adore our tubby little bear friend
i maybe so totally own a very pretty version of the books
with a blue ribbon and everything
(thanks mandysister!)
and i might read it to myself sometimes at night
and giggle myself to sleep
a.a. milne just gets me, that's all!
(go here for my favorite quotes from said author)

sooo...i should probably watch the new film at some point.
do yourself a favor and at least enjoy the trailer
mostly the part about sneezing. it totally made me laugh.
(plus, this trailer hints at a good soundtrack. yesplease.)
(fact: rumor has it music from that zooey girl i blogged about yesterday is def involved.)

music: zooey & a couple aussies

just three little gems today from katie's world of music...

(it might've been four if i was weak enough to fully succumb to the ultra catchiness of lady gaga's "edge of glory." i'm just not ready to cave i'll just secretly shimmy to it in my car. try and stop me.)

on to classier things...
oh em golly, can't stop listening to this one:

and this one is utterly delightful:
(so are her red boots, oh my!)

and this one makes me want to go on a california roadtrip 
maybe with a boy

Monday, July 18, 2011

tramp stamp?

some news...
i'm getting a new roommate in august!
like, the share-a-room kind of roommate
well, still sad this one is leaving me.
but, she's getting hitched so she's forgiven.
(bridesmaid round 11, did i mention? we'll talk more about that later.)
(and who's she kidding? i'm going to visit her & her hubby all the time. you don't get rid of me that easy.)
the new roomie came to look at the place this weekend
the following are clues that i'm really going to like her:

she asked if she can sleep with sounds of nature playing

she said something about getting a puppy, and i admire her adventurous spirit

she agreed we need beds that fold into the wall

she told me she has really weird dreams and hopes i don't mind if she shares them with me
(is she kidding? i had one about a heroic, giant flying eel last week.)

she's a social worker

i found this picture on her facebook:

pretty much convinced this is going to be a good thing.

now for a word from our sponsor...
i mean, from another old roomie of mine
who put up with me for many, many years in college

my friend told me a latin phrase he learned from his grandma...Illegitimi non carborundon.
translates, Don't let the b****rds grind you down.
grandma wisdom.

that answers my, "what phrase should i calligraphy, frame, and hang above my mantle" question.

funny, i had the same question for a tramp stamp i've been planning.

ahaha it'll scare off the predators.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

book of mormon: week 5

my thoughts from this week's reading are going to be all about this man right here:


first of all, i love how the artist has such ambitious, muscular views of all the book of mormon heroes. he always renders them as these incredible hulk-esque, burly men. i mean, maybe it's true....

the story of abinadi, in simple terms, goes something like this:
he is imprisoned for preaching about Christ.
he's brought before the king & all his wicked priests and questioned, etc.
he gives a super legit sermon about Christ and everything gospel-related.
the wicked men don't take well to this and decide to kill him.
this is my favorite part:
unbeknownst to abinadi, one man believed.
this man's name was Alma.
Alma believes, runs away from the other wicked priests, and starts preaching.
eventually, countless people come to Christ thru Alma's teachings.
and Alma goes on to become a prophet.
all because of Abinadi...
and Abinadi never even knew about it!

kind of makes you think twice before you decide your actions don't really matter to anyone, eh?

i also love love love this verse in Mosiah 18:

 30And now it came to pass that all this was done in Mormon, yea, by the waters of Mormon, in the forest that was near the waters of Mormon; yea, the place of Mormon, the waters of Mormon, the forest of Mormon, how beautiful are they to the eyes of them who there came to the knowledge of their Redeemer; yea, and how blessed are they, for they shall sing to his praise forever.

i think we all have our "waters of Mormon"... our places that are beautiful to use because it's where we truly came to a knowledge of our Savior.

among many, mine include:
flagstaff, ariz.
cedar city, utah
kirtland and hiram, ohio
(oh, i pine for you ohio!!)

if you don't mind sharing, where's yours?
other religious thoughts from your week?

Friday, July 15, 2011

words of wisdom (not my own)

let's not hear from me today.

let's hear from others:

I want a life that sizzles and pops and makes me laugh out loud. And I don’t want to get to the end, or to tomorrow, even, and realize that my life is a collection of meetings and pop cans and errands and receipts and dirty dishes. I want to eat cold tangerines, and sing out loud in the car with the windows open, and wear pink shoes, and stay up all night laughing, and paint my walls the exact color of the sky right now. I want to sleep hard on clean white sheets, and throw parties, and eat ripe tomatoes, and read books so good they make me jump up and down.Shauna Niequist

cherish your solitude. take trains by yourself
to places you have never been. sleep out alone
under the stars. learn how to drive a stick shift.
go so far away that you stop being afraid of not
coming back. say no when you don't want to do
something. say yes if your instincts are strong, even
if everyone around you disagrees. decide whether
you want to be liked or admired. decide if fitting in
is more important than finding out what you're doing here.
believe in kissing.
even ensler

and some words written by meg herself, from brunette bombshell.
boy i like her. she writes such pretty things...

you know what i like most about writing?

suddenly everything is art.

and there is scribble everywhere. scrawled on backs of receipts and torn envelopes. on the inside of book covers and discarded note cards.

and much of it is just that: scribble.

but some of it.

well some of it, be it a word or a phrase or a thought that was nearly not mine--fills me. topples me. undoes all i ever claimed to know or be. and it is love. and i am in love. with the world and myself and all that is yet to come.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

harry potter: the end of an era ▲

soooo if i had the motivation, or the time, or the gas money, i would drive to my parents' house and dig up a decade's worth of photos that involve me + lightning bolt on my forehead + movie theatres at midnight...but just take my word for it...the collection is plentiful.

and tonight is the final episode! and yeah, i'm def going to the midnight showing.
what do you take me for?? i still got a little spring in my step, kids.
(ask me when i wake up tomorrow and i might take that statement back.)

here's the trailer, if you've been living in a cave:

stay tuned for photographic documentation of my adventure!
and, in advance...
so what if i maybe cry a little, ok??

oh and why not finish with one more picture of my freakin adorable niece:


Wednesday, July 13, 2011

bird's the word

sooo i kind of love this shop i discovered via blogland:

and sometimes i like to play a game
where i browse everything in it and put stuff in my cart
...and then don't actually buy it
(it's fairly priced stuff, but i'm on a budget you know)
it's like window shopping online, right?

but oh, it got me this week
this little beauty is currently fluttering thru the mail system
headed for my doorstep:

it's kind of hard to say no when something screams your name, yeah??

also, a little tidbit from last weekend
when i was sick
and this girl wanted a sleepover
(who can turn that down??)
and she said she didn't care about my sickly germs
and i knew she would take care of me
(she's the motherly type)
and, you know, some late-night, semi-drugged convo ensued:

that's all for today.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

writing: memoirs of a (potentially) difficult girlfriend

Note: I came back to read this piece recently, two years after the fact. It made me smile at how some of it is the same, but how much more of it is different. Even if it's not an accurate reflection of Current Me, I love having it here. It's fun to meet up with Old Me now and again.

here's the next piece in my new kick of sharing more of my personal writing on this blog. i'm still working on feeling brave about this whole thing...
so ummmm

(use your imagination and pretend this picture is remotely fitting for this post and i'm not just making up reasons to use it because i love it so much. yes, good job.)

to all whom it may concern...

fact: i know nothing about cars
i'll probably break mine, if you don't keep tabs on me
i also drop my phone a lot
that will need replacing, every now and again
i get really, really impatient with myself
but i'll get upset if you aren't patient with me

and ok i admit it,
i'm pretty sensitive
you might like to tease, but sometimes it might make me cry
sometimes i am grumpy
sometimes i stamp my feet when i'm upset
but keep in mind,
i forgive really quickly
because truthfully, i'm no good at fighting

i have a hard time making up my mind
i am not very independent
being a grown-up is really, really hard for me
and i might complain about it a lot
i might whine
and be negative
but really
it's because i'm scared
and sometimes i feel like a failure
and i just need you to tell me i'm not

sometimes i need you to let me vent
and not belittle me
never belittle me
don't critique me or criticize me
or tell me to suck it up
just teach me 
show me how to be better
yes, help me better
but tell me it's ok when i'm not good at everything

i dream big
bigger than i can keep up with
and you might be a realist
in fact, you'll probably need to be
but don't you crush my dreams
it's ok if you keep your feet on the ground
if mine can keep leaping
your two feet will be enough for the both of us, won't it?

i cry a lot
yes, i'm one of those weepy girls
i also laugh easily
really easily
and really loudly, sometimes

and just to be clear
i'm a bit cluttered
call it what you will
i don't like it any better than the next person
it is what it is.

i pride myself on my honesty
i will always answer your questions fully & completely
i will lay it all out there, no holds barred
which may be a fault
when i sometimes feel so many things at once
causing even honesty to get a bit confusing
but at least
it is honest
and it is consistent

i might not be any good at paying the bills
but i'd be really good at holding you
and i might not have the answers
but i have kisses
and i can hold your face in my hands
and you can get lost in my hair
and the smell of the skin on my neck
and i can listen until 3am
even if i get a little sleepy
and fall asleep on your chest
i'm still there for you.

i (definitely) won't remember to call the power company
or (ever) return the library books on time
but i will remember your birthday
and your favorite tv shows and sports teams
and that book you always wanted to read
and your important days at work
and i will celebrate you
every day, i will celebrate you
with jumping hugs and compliments and your favorite dinners
i will celebrate every part of you

and i will write you love notes
and leave them everywhere
no really, everywhere

but you must always hold my hand in public
and you must make me feel important
and smart
and pretty
and capable

spend. time. with. me.
come over after work or between classes
take me on your boring errands with you
let me sit by you while you get stuff done
i'll read my own book
and not be distracting, i promise...
just want to be with me as much as possible
and make sure i know it
or i might feel neglected

i'm not perfect
and i can't be everything
and i'm kind of really girly when it comes down to it
and maybe a little too needy and sensitive
but when i take
i will give
oh, i will give

yes i can't be everything
but i can make you my everything
and if i know that's all you need
then we can be happy, you and i
we can be deliciously happy

Monday, July 11, 2011

sweet sweet music, alyssa milano & the haboob

forewarning: there's no coherent theme to this post.
but, let's accept it for what it is....

a textersation with my sister, as i lay on the couch bonding with my germs on friday afternoon and watching this cinematic masterpiece i found on hulu:

(image via
(confession: it was a fairly decent movie. better than your average run-of-the-mill, made-for-tv cheesiness i expected and, may i point out, a genre i wholeheartedly embrace when i am a sick child.)

i'm watching some lifetime-esque movie about a girl...alyssa milano...who reminds me of myself. it's about her having 2 boyfriends. Bahaha


she braids her hair like heidi. i must do this.

Yes you must. And i saw this girl today with hair you must do. My bangs would make it strange on me.

describe. or send a picture.

she had it kind of braided across the front into a low side ponytail. it was all very loose and beachy.

i almost said "exactly how i want to be"...but then there's that "loose" part.

ahaha. let's change it to....low-key and beachy.

better. now i am alyssa milano.

well...there's a good chance alyssa milano is more the first description. haha

she's also Charmed.


some songs that have been tugging at my little heart strings this past week...

(if you're only going to listen to one, hit up the first one. it's the most gorgeous thing i've heard in awhile, and courtesy of this girl)

(i totes went to rocky's concert last thursday and it was totes magical, sick germs notwithstanding. if you ever have the chance to see him live, get on that. also look up his other stuff. three thumbs up.)

(i covered this one at an open mic night party this weekend. it was the last thing my vocal cords did semi-successfully before quitting on me entirely. the raspy singing style is sexy, right? ...right?)
(p.s. maybe when i am better i will record my cover and share that. only time will tell. whatever that means...)

the following video is the reason my poor car...and porch...and everything in currently coated in a layer of dirt.

hi, can you say doomsday??
yeah, i was def in that storm.
well, technically i was in a verrrry muggy gym playing volleyball...but still!
my only issues are 1) this video desperately needs some dramatic music, 2) who in their right mind names a storm a haboob?? and 3) where the hezz is jake gyllenhaal when i need him?! isn't he a free bonus with apocalyptic conditions? should be...

Sunday, July 10, 2011

book of mormon: week 4

hi friends.
i did mucho bettero at keeping up w/ my charts this week!

in less good news,
my throat is fraught with illness.
and my ears.
and it's all addling my brains a bit.

but i will still share, any incoherence notwithstanding!

three thoughts from this week's reading, via the wisdom of this ancient prophet on his woodsy little podium:

mosiah 2:11
i love the way king benjamin feels overwhelmed by his weakness, but has enough confidence in God that he's willing to live up to his calling. i find that this is a recurring theme with prophets in the scriptures. how often do i feel weighed down or just not good enough? but it's not my weaknesses that matter, really -- it's God's power! so i shouldn't be afraid or doubt myself when I have Him backing me up.

mosiah 4:19
"are we not all beggars?"
oh man alive i love this scripture! i feel like this phrase pops into my head every now and again to humble me if i start to get impatient with people who have more needs than i do. sure, one might argue that we each work for what we have, so why can't everyone else take care of themselves too? well...what did you work with? your healthy body/mind and your pool of resources, however small? aaaaand where did that stuff come from? right. right.

mosiah 4:27
"see that all these things are done in wisdom and order; for it is not requisite that a man should run faster than he has strength."
i feel particularly reminded of this right now, being full of germs and all. also, there's an excellent article in this month's Ensign about this:
"This Year It's a Weed -- Pull It."
highly recommended, kids.

that's all.
luff you.
now you share.

catch up on week 1 and week 3.
and don't ask questions about week 2.

Friday, July 8, 2011

some people bake on christmas

i, for one, like to bake on the 4th of july
oh i don't know. shrug.
my old roommate abby once insisted that we make apple pie on the 4th.
she lives in the netherlands now.
(i hope she still got some pie. dutch pie or whatever they've got over there.)

the point is, this whole overly-ambitious-baking thing is becoming somewhat of a tradition for me on this favorite holiday of mine.

last year's creation:
(recipe? nah, i totally invented this myself. C is for Champion, kids!)

this year's beauty:
(recipe here. holy hannah, it's labor-intensive...but fun. yes, fun. and delicious.)