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I seem to keep finding myself here, again. 

In Hand-made life, photos, randomness from my mind, Uncategorized on January 5, 2016 at 20:54

I always start the year off thinking that it will be different from the last. Not diffierent as in the events that pass are bound to be, but different in that  my mind will grow differently. It will develop differently depending on the events that I witness, and by the events that are relayed to me in the stories and experiences of those i meet. And i hope that in turn I can play a part in the growth of someone elses mind, so that they to may be different this year, by being more of themselves.  

I have not posted in quite some time. When last i wrote there was a lot of things happening. To many things to talk about and then too many things to step away from to tell. And then there was nothing. Nothing new to say. And so like many times before i said nothing.  But here i find myself again with words to share. 

In august of 2013 we bought a house.  

 The house is located in south Seattle. We have an enormous spot for the food garden, the chikens have a large enclosed yard, and there is still enough space for  relaxing in nice weather. I have been busy the last 2 years fixing up the house and getting the yard into a gardenable space. It has been a lot of work but work that i have enjoyed. Neither the yard nor the house are “finished” but i think they are off to a good start. Currently the garden is a mess, but in a few weeks i will start preparing for the spring garden, and then the summer one. 

After we bought the house we started the processs of becomming foster parents witht he hope of adopting 1 or 2 infants or todlers from foster care. Everyone told us going through an agency would be best since our end goal was adoption. We jumped through all the hops and were issued a foster licence. Unfortunatly we have not had much luck or any good experiences with our agency and almost 2 years later (2 years of being licenced) we have had no foster children in our home. With the start of the new year we have decided to break up with our agency, which causes a bunch of complications, but things can not continue as they are. (more on this at a later date).

Mostly things are the same as they were. Ben is still obsessing over music (seattlemusicnerd.wordpress.com). Armand still finds joy in destroying all the things.  And I am trying to find the time to continue living that handmade, homemade life I long for.
Hello 2016.

Un-nesting?

In Uncategorized on January 30, 2013 at 14:56

I hate our rental house. I want to say that I was really excited when we first moved in here, and for the most part I was, but I was also really angry, disappointed, and relieved. By the time we found this house we had looked at about 7 other places. Two of them were so gross i couldn’t imagine being desperate enough to live there (and at this point we were pretty desperate), 3 were further out than we wanted to live and two just weren’t right, none of them would let us have chickens (and we already had the chickens). By the time we saw this place we were pretty desperate and deflated, after all, we were supposed to have been moving into our own house not paying to live in someone else’s. And by the time we viewed this house i was just happy someone was willing to let us have chickens, reluctantly, but still they would be permitted. The house itself is in good enough shape on the inside, and its only after long term viewing that you notice all the things that need fixing on the outside. That being said.. i hate this house.

It’s not that there is anything actually “wrong” with the house. It just isn’t what i want my house to be like. For a year i have resisted the urge to take a sledge hammer to the kitchen, knock down the dinning room wall, retile the bathroom.. to take out all the things i find annoying and replace them with awesome. I have calmed myself by removing the cabinet doors in the kitchen to make it appear more open, and i have rearranged everything that can be moved in there at least 5 times already. I keep trying to find the piece of furniture that would make the rooms “just right”, but it seems i have just been making things more crowded. I have to face it, no matter what i do to make this place “more right” it will always be just all wrong. So i have decided to call a truce.

I promise to stop mumbling under my breath that its not living up to its potential, i will stop telling it it keeps misusing its space, and in return the house promises to keep being disappointing.. after all its a house, it can’t really change on its own. I find myself staying up late longingly looking at houses for sale here, and afar. Houses we have no hope of ever affording in cities we will most likely never move to. I might be setting myself up for future disappointment, but for now it’s keeping me distracted.

The last of the harvest.

In Uncategorized on September 24, 2012 at 19:05

Today from my garden: Purple Chez peppers (hot), Little bell peppers (sweet), eggs, onions (sweet), tomatoes (yellow pear, black cherry, black prince, and some random cherry), beets, CORN!, delicata squash, kabocha squash (a tiny one), and
butternut squash. There is only kale, some corn that has no hope of ripening, and some tomatoes that are slowly but surely turning from green to edible left in my garden. For the most part it has gone to bed for the winter. Thank you garden!

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*AHEM* Have i mentioned that i am famous?

In Uncategorized on April 28, 2012 at 16:31

So, a while back i entered a pie recipe contest. In all honesty it was the last min to enter, and i figured i had no chance of winning, so i thought real hard about a pie and i made a recipe up. Guess what? I am in fact so wonderful that the pie made the cut and will be featured in a book to be released in september. I am afraid that the photo of me in the book is not very good but oh well. YAY BOOK!
More info on the book/contest here: Pieography

There’s no place like home?

In Uncategorized on November 11, 2011 at 05:28

After days and days of looking we managed to find a house to rent that would allow me to keep the chickens. It took us two days but we managed to move all of our things. We still are not fully unpacked but its nice to finally have a place to settle into. I had been living out of boxes since mid may when we started preparing to buy a house. We kept getting word that the process was going to be finished soon so i kept living out of boxes in anticipation of the big move. The place we found to rent is much larger than the house we were trying to buy. I was worried that there would be too much empty space. But as it turns out, we have a lot of stuff. I appear to have a thrift store addiction, and more specifically a kitchen ware addiction. In all those boxes there was enough kitchen stuff to fill about three kitchens. Luckily for me i have two kitchens, one cooking kitchen and one craft kitchen. Lots of soap making will happen in the craft kitchen as soon as i finish unpacking.

…And we’re back.

In Uncategorized on June 16, 2010 at 19:58

Sorry. Life sometimes gets in the way of blogging. I just changed a few things… new look, new server, etc. There are still some things that haven’t been updated. Please bare with me for a bit.

July: the missing month.

In Uncategorized on August 10, 2009 at 23:18

In july i…

– Bought a bike and started biking 8 miles to and 8 miles from work. I heart my bike, and i love that it allows me to avoid the crazy people on the bus.

-MOVED. ( still in Seattle, just a slightly different part of it)

– Other things happened in July.. they were just less impressive and i like don’t remember them in enough detail to put them here.
– OH OH, i took my dreads out and now i once again have high maintance hair… and having avoiding this for the past 7 years.. my hair now someitmes makes me grumpy.

…and that was it. That's how i turned 30.

In Uncategorized on March 12, 2009 at 23:05

I started a bit early, 10:30 the night of the 11th. I tried on my new hightop control underwear, hightop control stockings, and my new DD bra with my red dress on top and my new black shoes on my feet. I looked hot. I poured a glass of white wine, and i walked around the house trying to find someone to surprise. I don’t normally wear dresses. It was just a taste of things to come. By 11:30 i was back in my PJs and on my second glass of wine. I argued with Cecilie about the finer points of space and time. I held my present from Deb and David in my hands fully intending to open it as soon as the clock struck midnight. Cecilie tried to convince me that my birthday did not actually begin until i went to bed and woke up again. I assured her that that was not how it actually worked, and that it was technically already 3 hours my birthday in the place where i was born. The clock turned and flashed 0:01 at me. Finally March 12th. Happy birthday to me. I opened my present, finished my wine and went to bed. I only remember thinking that the morning was going to start too soon. Hours later i woke. 30 just felt sleepy, but then so did 29. Maybe tomorrow will be different.

On the twelfth day of Quinn's birthday her true friends gave to her twelve random gifts

In Uncategorized on March 12, 2009 at 00:18

eleven shiny coins
ten types of tea
nine songs of music
eight minty candies
seven sheets of paper
six shots of something
FIVE DOLLAR BILLS
four fancy pins
three cliff bars
two story times
and a bottle of tequila

On the eleventh day of Quinn's birthday her true friends gave to her eleven shiny coins

In Uncategorized on March 11, 2009 at 00:17

ten types of tea
nine songs of music
eight minty candies
seven sheets of paper
six shots of something
FIVE DOLLAR BILLS
four fancy pins
three cliff bars
two story times
and a bottle of tequila