tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134559382024-03-08T14:19:27.142-07:00a fear of flyingAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00466860937596192472noreply@blogger.comBlogger745125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455938.post-79399287061776313942018-06-09T21:37:00.000-06:002018-06-09T21:37:16.115-06:00Keto chocolate chip cookie dough (has raw eggs, for eating)
Keto Raw-Eggs Chocolate Chip Cookie dough
1 cup softened, salted butter
1.5 cup Pyure Stevia baking blend
2 large eggs
1 tsp vanilla
1/4 tsp mapeliene flavoring
Blend together with hand mixer. Add:
1 cup coconut flour
2/3 cup almond flour
1/2 tsp salt
1/4 cup Guittard Extra-Dark chocolate chips.
Mix in.
Form into 20 balls, refrigerate until more firm.
Eat raw. Not for baking.
1 bombAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00466860937596192472noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455938.post-74949628700787691252018-06-02T13:24:00.000-06:002018-06-02T13:26:29.406-06:00Keto Fudge Tracks Ice Cream Recipe
KETO FUDGE TRACKS ICE CREAM
1 can of full-fat coconut milk
2/3 cup dutch cocoa powder
1 cup monkfruit sweetener powder
1 tsp stevia powder
2 tsp pure vanilla extract
Melt these together over low heat, stirring frequently.
1 quart heavy whipping cream
whip with hand mixer on highest setting until it begins thickening, but isn't frothy, giving it breaks every few minutes.
add 8 egg Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00466860937596192472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455938.post-62144531342218734742017-02-22T14:29:00.001-07:002017-02-22T14:54:55.239-07:00Addiction, deception and betrayal--an ugly, normal part of being human.
I've been thinking a lot about addiction lately. I have ancestors who have struggled with addiction. And people close to me, in my everyday life, have struggled with it as well. I'd argue, at this point, that nearly everyone on this planet has an addiction of some kind, if you define addiction as "something one compulsively turns to for comfort."
Addictive personalities. I'd argue they are Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00466860937596192472noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455938.post-84107137899807709372016-07-27T10:23:00.001-06:002016-07-27T10:33:51.783-06:00Summer of a Bunch of Stuff--Greenhouse update
So, my friend did a post recently about how this is a summer of miracles for her and her family. It has been one for us too, but I don't want to steal her title, or her post, so I'm just going to say: this has been the summer of a bunch of awesome stuff.We've gone swimming in the pond almost every day,We've found and raised monarch butterfly caterpillars, and realized that our pasture, with its Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00466860937596192472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455938.post-50373837005648726242016-05-04T08:58:00.003-06:002016-05-04T10:36:06.526-06:00On Creativity and Screwyness
I've been thinking lately about the phenomenon of creativity. If you are a creative person, you tend to live in the world of possibility. If you're like me, you think of scenarios all the time, involving imaginary or real people in your life. You also tend to ruminate; to go back and re-process things that have happened, trying to interpret or pull further implications from it and speculate on Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00466860937596192472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455938.post-2352100915960345102016-03-18T08:43:00.001-06:002016-03-18T08:50:35.310-06:00Writing Update and Request for Input
A few people have asked me how the novel writing's going. Those on facebook are aware of my querying and slew of rejections, seasoned by an occasional personal note from an editor telling me they enjoyed my pages but it's not from them, and also the very occasional request for pages.
I had a pretty big-time agent request my full, and then come back with, "I really enjoyed it. But it's too Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00466860937596192472noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455938.post-78133346116188203932016-03-05T22:50:00.002-07:002016-03-05T23:06:05.582-07:00Moments
This weekend, my last baby was blessed, and my first son was baptized.
We were given a paper to write on, to put in books for baptism memories.
All I felt today, seeing my wonderful eight year old son who still impulsively gives me kisses on the cheek, who can't stop talking about MineCraft and electronics kits, who can't keep his hands off his baby sister because he loves her so much, who Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00466860937596192472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455938.post-33182533521606453742016-03-05T22:32:00.001-07:002016-03-06T08:45:48.880-07:00Part VI (two years later)--Cascading consequences and epiphanies.
So as y'all are aware who read this blog, about two years ago I wrote a multi-part post about something very difficult and sad that happened to me a while ago. If you haven't read it and are curious, the tag on this post will lead you to the others.
In a nutshell, I got married at a young age to a guy who was good but secretly addicted to pornography. He had other issue in his life that lead Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00466860937596192472noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455938.post-65461797188970930362016-02-01T21:57:00.001-07:002016-02-01T21:57:43.337-07:00Naming, and Strong Women
I have very strong-willed daughters (and sons) and while this presents some struggles right now as I try to parent them, I wouldn't want it to be different. Because strong women are kind of my heritage, and my husband's as well.
Jeff and I have a lot in common, family-tree-wise, actually. (Ok, nothing creepy. Our closest ancestral connection is that we are 11th cousins 1 time removed. We've Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00466860937596192472noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455938.post-44238761163900672016-01-18T14:19:00.001-07:002016-10-11T13:02:50.908-06:00National Healthcare Problems; Why I think a single-payer system is the only viable choice on the table right now
I will start by saying that I don't think government-run health care is the ideal. But that's how a lot of my political ideals have developed... there's the ideal, and there's the thing we can actually accomplish as a society full of imperfect people. Honestly, if we were trying for the ideal, we'd be trying for the United Order right now. I think we all understand that any philosophies put Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00466860937596192472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455938.post-40705296757285043452015-12-20T21:31:00.000-07:002015-12-21T10:32:38.481-07:00My Harry Potter Meyers-Briggs Type Inventory rundown--by category, and including friends and family
I have been wanting to do this for a long time. Because this:
Is so wrong.
It's just so, so wrong. And it's been bugging me for a while. (Ok. You can disagree with me. And btw, I might be wrong too, and I'm OK with that... consider this an alternative set of possibilities to mull over.)
This is also going to be a post about family, friends, personalities, and how people work together, Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00466860937596192472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455938.post-30869856200666328862015-10-14T10:05:00.000-06:002015-10-14T11:22:15.857-06:00Elsa and Harry Potter and Marginalization
I was going to write a post today about how grateful I am for the trials in my life, listing the trials and then saying what I gained from them. But I feel like that would be too self-indulgent. I think it would be a good exercise for me, but not sure it belongs in a blog post.
Instead, I'm going to write a completely nerdy post about Frozen and Harry Potter, book 5, and psychology.
I Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00466860937596192472noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455938.post-38927119180316380662015-09-03T17:46:00.001-06:002015-09-03T17:51:46.450-06:00Babiez
Anyone ever seen that hilarious Madonna/Angelina Jolie SNL skit about Babies? I wanted to embed that here, but couldn't find a link. Just look it up. Madonna. Angelina Jolie. Babies. You won't be sorry.
Some people might call Skywalker and I baby hoarders. We adopted two and a half, and had our own 5 and a half. That makes 8 babiez total. We've completely used up our Standard American Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00466860937596192472noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455938.post-2580503924714829412015-08-14T11:30:00.001-06:002015-08-14T11:30:35.590-06:00Greenhouse update: Bleaching, staining, siding, interruptions and more foundation
We had to take a hiatus on the greenhouse for a month or so as our involvement in the community play (Skywalker and I played one of the couples in Seven Brides for Seven Brothers) ramped up. The play was an amazing experience. We made some good friends :) I'm so glad. Friends are the best. Also I got to spend a lot of time with a sweet person who is an almost-sister who has been on her mission Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00466860937596192472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455938.post-10532352713291927812015-07-29T16:44:00.001-06:002015-07-29T17:24:04.463-06:00Be OK With Where You Are
I can't really think of a title for this post right now. Maybe by the end I'll think of one that encapsulates all the free-floating, seemingly unrelated ideas swimming around as I write them down and they coalesce and make sense and point to a theme. I'm grateful for writing. It's a good Urim and Thummim for me. How's that for a confusing, oblique Mormon reference?
I think that recovery Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00466860937596192472noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455938.post-32352515309936354342015-05-16T07:50:00.003-06:002015-05-16T12:01:03.201-06:00No Man is an Island
At the girls' camp I attended through my jr. high and high school years, we had a tradition that still brings feelings of reverence and a bit of longing when I think of it. We would have campfire every night where all the girls from all over our stake (the regional LDS congregation we belonged to) would gather to laugh and play games and share skits and read "mail" from outside (we had to sing Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00466860937596192472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455938.post-37095470553686449862015-05-11T15:29:00.001-06:002015-05-11T15:40:17.296-06:00Steady in Your Goals
I made a goal, on this blog, one year ago this last January. If you don't count rewrites, I accomplished that goal by November. If you do, I completed it today. I wrote, rewrote, and polished two novels. One Epic Fantasy and one LDS Contemporary.
I'm going to just come out and say it... Fantasy is grueling to write. Grueling, and perhaps more wonderful than anything else. The LDS contemporary Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00466860937596192472noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455938.post-91285387451697039302015-04-13T12:58:00.000-06:002015-04-16T09:15:21.238-06:00The Long and Winding Road of Today's Writing Career
I finally got my epic fantasy in final draft form, and I feel wonderful about it.
I have been writing that story since I was fifteen years old. I've written about 4 different full manuscripts of it. This particular version makes me very proud, and I'm resting on it. It is such a good feeling to get this project out of my head and into peoples' hands. Beta readers have come back with Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00466860937596192472noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455938.post-22748352910230323202015-04-06T09:34:00.000-06:002015-04-06T13:05:11.732-06:00The earth's elliptical rotation (hint: it does not revolve around you)
This is a weird title for this post. It's something symbolic, though, for me. I used to think the earth turned a perfect circle around the sun, and when I realized the orbit was in fact more elongated, it was hard for me to conceptualize. I like things orderly. I like things to come out even. Eliptical just seemed disappointing.
It was even more disappointing to find out that the earth isn't Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00466860937596192472noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455938.post-46739367761379740932015-03-30T13:15:00.000-06:002015-03-30T13:55:51.585-06:00Tired and Grateful
My days go like this:
Wake up feeling like something large has run over me, perhaps a rhinocerous
Read Scriptures, Write in Journal, get dressed and hug, diaper, clothe and perhaps bathe protesting, independent children who only want to run free and wild
Do school for an hour or so, in spite of tantrums over how much math and how much reading and whether lowercase letters are necessary
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00466860937596192472noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455938.post-66771503377032194302015-02-10T14:48:00.000-07:002015-02-10T15:01:21.237-07:00Greenhouse update: foundations and family
We finally (finally) after worries and weather and seasons passing wherein we could not continue until the ground un-thawed...
we finally finished the foundation for our greenhouse.
We stacked the cinder blocks during winter last year and buried them. This spring, we un-dug them, stacked them, swept and cleaned all the dirt from the footers
and then
slowly, painstakingly stacked them Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00466860937596192472noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455938.post-25766709617285801642015-01-26T13:49:00.000-07:002015-01-26T14:28:07.445-07:00Brussels Sprouts are of the Devil
I feel like I've outgrown a lot of prejudices. For instance, freckles. I used to think freckles made everybody ugly, probably because I always got a thick patch of them in the summertime and I hated them on myself. I felt so sorry for people with freckles.
but now, I think freckles can be rather beautiful.
I used to find mustard horrifying. I'd throw a (hopefully usually internal) tantrum Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00466860937596192472noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455938.post-51425880359939408012015-01-19T10:56:00.000-07:002015-01-19T11:47:46.190-07:00Acknowledgements and Realizations
This is not going to be a well-edited post. I just don't have the energy this morning. Hope that's OK. This is just mind-spatter on a nice, calmingly-blank canvas. That's blogging for me, I've realized lately. Mind-spatter. So if I've misplaced commas or m-dashes (or over used them, I've got a serious case of dashitis) I'm sorry. And if my sentences are awkward and a bit disjointed, I'm ratherAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00466860937596192472noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455938.post-55443278707265754362014-11-17T12:59:00.001-07:002014-11-17T13:44:50.675-07:00I'm weird, and it's actually OK!
Being too introspective and self-reflective can become a problem in itself. I have known a few people who've gotten stuck at this phase of recovery. It makes me uneasy, to be self-examining so much. But on the other hand turning inward to find out what's broken to fix, and what's not broken and doesn't need fixing is essential, I think, in rebuilding (or just building, for the first time) Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00466860937596192472noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455938.post-51179205454673425972014-11-12T13:46:00.000-07:002014-11-12T18:22:59.274-07:00California Adventures: Going After Roots, unsettling miracles
I blogged a few days ago that I would be going down to Sonora to the Tuolumne County Museum and Geneological Society to look at a file they had on my family.
I admit, I had some doubts. I hoped there would be some good information I did not already have, but I figured I already had most of it.
When I got there, one of the museum attendants took my kids on a tour of the museum while I sat downAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00466860937596192472noreply@blogger.com2