Today I am tired and in a wonky place. I hear the wind outside my window, blowing as the wind does and I feel angry at it. Angry that some how, the wind has seduced Mother Nature into allowing it to come waltzing in with such a cold and chilly partner. A partner that does not care about my comfort. A partner that is oblivious to the unwelcoming she has here.
The calendar has dismissed you. The Earth has deceived you. Are the past ills of humanity to blame?
I hate flip flops and despite my low regard for them, I find that I am on the verge of willingness to sell the soles of my feet to the powers that be and pinky, promise swear to buy a pair and wear them every single day that’s feasible (I’m required to wear closed, steel toed shoes for work) if only and in return all I ask is Winter to go away!
My Day 2 April blogalong blog was a fail, fizzle, fold, flop. Fear not, I do have an excuse! Don’t we all? I once read failing is worse when you don’t even try.
To some this may not be a big deal, so what? You got a little busy…it’s about commitment, most of all to myself. My record for following through is pretty close to zip to none.
I also read, if it’s important to you, you’ll find a way, if not, you’ll find an excuse. I have that in my back pocket. But like so many other things, too many actually, I find a way to shrug it off and smother the guilt. Smother all the feelings of inadequacy that hide in every nook and cranny of my being.
At this moment I am feeling that mess. I don’t want to embrace it today. I don’t want it to be anything today. Today, I just want to be.
Sigh….this day has been a flurry of activity, I ran on stress for most of it. Now though, it feels good to be still, if only for a few minutes before heading off to bed.
My grown up self does not celebrate Easter in a religious sense, but my child at heart will never give up a chance to celebrate anything. Especially having kids and grandkids, the holidays are basked with traditional family gatherings and fun.
My morning was spent making cupcakes and preparing the bunny craft I had chosen for this year.
Every Easter my family and I gather at my sister’s house (which happens to be next door to mine. “Howdy neighbor!”) for our Easter festivities.
There we have an Easter lunch, which usually consist of cold meat sandwiches and chips. Sometimes keeping the meal simple keeps us sane.
Over four hundred colorful, plastic, candy filled eggs litter her backyard, waiting to find their way into the baskets of our eager grandchildren.
Next we move onto our annual Easter cake walk. If you want to play, bring a dessert. Not everyone does, which saddens me. No child should have to sit on the sidelines when cupcakes and brownies are at stake!
My cupcake contributions.
I host a craft every year. This year I went with simple paper bunnies. Most of our grandkids are under the age of eight, so gluing all the pieces together was quick and painless.
This year my sister put together a pin the nose on the bunny game. All the kids had a blast.
When all that fun dissipated and we all went our merry ways, it was then time for me to go home to prepare my Easter dinner for my clan.
Glazed spiral ham, mashed potatoes, scalloped corn, dinner rolls and an upside down pineapple cake for dessert.
There were some socks given, kites flown, t-ball bat, ball and glove to be loved. Dogs. Kids. Talking. Laughing. Playing.
My work season starts bright and early tomorrow. I’m sure I will be crawling out of bed. But onward James!
For the month of April, I am partaking in a blog along, my first ever. A big thank you to Effy Wild for hosting this.
Effy Wild is an amazing artist and teacher who I have become acquainted with through two art groups on Facebook; Journal 52 and Mini Moley Daily.
Both art groups have challenged me not only artistically, but personally as well, forcing me outside the safety of my comfort zone.
And boy do I have a pretty cushy comfort zone. A cushy comfort zone surrounded by a big ol’ thick ass brick wall.
You know, for protection. Protection from ridicule and rejection, criticism and minimizing (ha! Since I can’t say it, least I can spell it.)
Wait, what? I am in that “protection” zone but yet, I, like many am my own worst critic. I, like many lack the self confidence and belief in myself to know that what I create is indeed “art” regardless if no body ever offers up 5k for my two squares in a circle piece.
With the wonderful groups Effy has created, I have opened up to nurturing my creative side. Her groups are a safe place of encouragement to grow. She does not tolerate any B.S. or else, “Poof!” You know, she’s magic like that.
Even a photo of bacon is yummy. Just seeing it, you can smell it, you can hear it and if you are a true bacon enthusiasts, you can taste it.
I’m a big fan of all things breakfasty. The time of day does not dictate what I can or can not have for a meal.
Tonight, it was a breakfast casserole satisfying a week long craving.
Anticipating this post, I took pictures along the prepping process, but in a hunger induced delirium, I forgot to photograph the end result, therefore, all photos are now deemed moot, except of course, the bacon.
I will offer up the recipe, nothing real definitive, as some of my cooking is done by eyeballing and sniffing.
1# Bacon (cooked & crumbled – the crisper the better)
3 cups Potatoes O’Brien (I use Lynden’s brand of frozen, the lazy in me adores the precut potatoes, onions and peppers. If frozen, thaw in the microwave)
8 large eggs
1/2 cup-ish of milk
3-4 cups shredded cheese (I like a blend of cheddar and Colby Jack)
Salt and Pepper to taste
Heat oven 350°
Grease 9×13 pan
In a bowl, add eggs and milk slightly whisk together.
Add cheese, bacon and S&P
Pour into pan
Bake 30-40 minutes (done when a knife inserted comes out clean )
This is a very basic and versatile recipe that can be altered to your liking. Add a variety of veggies, cheeses, meats, personalize to your palate.
Refrigerated leftovers heat up well in the microwave for a quick and tasty breakfast. Roll reheated casserole mixture into flour tortillas, bah bam! Breakfast buritoes on the go💨