Give me Toast or...

Confession: Yes, I am supposed to be writing that lesson plan on personification, but what is wrong with a little snack? Here is the thing, our kitchen is not exactly gourmet. But that is fine because in college, you just make do - at least that is what we say. Problem number one: we don't have a toaster. And yes, this is a big problem because I love toast. Honey on toast, cheese on toast, PB on toast, or even better PB&J on toast, oh yes, eggs on toast with salsa and creamy Swiss cheese - toast is the bomb.com. We have been without a toaster for about five months, but let me tell ya, we would never go without toast. I have gotten pretty great at broiling my toast on the top rack of our oven. I knew when to turn it over, and was almost usually good at taking it out before it burnt. Until our oven stopped working. Well, it was just the top heater. So no more broiling, and instead, we decided to just bake it on the very bottom rack, close to the wire heater, on the highest temperature. Worked. Whew, what would we do without toast? But, this morning, my oh-so-domestic roommate was baking, and because she was way on top of things, she had preheated the oven. Problem number two: How was I supposed to make my toast? Cheese on toast was calling out to my taste buds. And so, don't you worry, I got a lil' bit creative, and here you go, the perfect toast.

Yes, I skewered my toast with a knife, and roasted it over the stove. #sohappywithmyself #yum #cheeseontoast

Here is me in my pajamas, just lovin' my life.

Poem a Day

A Disillusionment of Ten O'Clock

The houses are haunted
By white night-gowns.
None are green,
Or purple with yellow rings,
Or yellow with blue rings.
None of them are strange,
With socks of lace
And beaded ceintures.
People are not going
To dream of baboons and periwinkles.
Only, here and there, an old sailor,
Drunk and asleep in his boots,
Catches Tigers
In red weather.

 - Wallace Stevens

This poem has had a huge influence on my own poetry.

Illuminated Texts: These are unreal

The Rise of the Pocket Watch

Let's rewind a three months ago. Routine checking of my email. Subject line: Christmas wish lists. Click. Scrolling down...Sophie - baking supplies, games, a pocket watch...wait, a pocket watch? With a nutrition quiz due at five that evening I moved on forgetting about the strange or not so strange things my little sister might be asking for for Christmas.

Three days ago. Christmas morning. Michael Bublé on in the background. We were all sitting around in our pajamas. Sophie pulls the ribbon off a little box to reveal her treasured pocket watch. Check this out:

Now she wears this everyday. It is like she straight out of a movie, only I have never seen anything like my little sister in a movie. Trend setter or individualist? I am curious to find out.

Photo Challenge

On the last day of June of this year, I issued a photo challenge on my creativity blog. Day three: clouds.

I was looking at some old pictures of my attempt at the challenge, and I found, clouds.

There are two important purposes to this blog post. One: to share this awesome picture, (okay maybe only I think it is awesome) because to me it is a piece of the sublime.
                    Sublime: terrifying and awe inspiring at the same time.


It reminds me that an almighty God created all things. What is even more amazing is his person love for each individual. (Check out this same idea here.)

Reason Two: To reissue this photo challenge. January first is all about coming up with goals anyway, isn't it? To be totally honest, come January fourth, I will be busy with winter semester credits, indoor track season, and whatever else I can fit into my day, but that doesn't mean some of you can come up with some awesome photos while enhancing your own creativity and inspiring others'. You can find the challenge by following this link.

Something to think about...

Is our sense of identity, sense of self, created from within or imposed upon us by our surroundings and those around us?

Let's all make a little more


       "Concord from Discord"

Maybe all I do is run, but that is not all I think about.

McDonalds??

If you have been driving around Chicago any time recently, or any time at all for that matter, you may have noticed the McDonalds smack dab in the middle of the freeway. Legitly is the medium between the westward bound traffic and those going east. Why was it there? Don't ask questions. Who wouldn't stop for an oreo mcflury at 9:30 at night post-race?

We are sooo happy. (I mean, who wouldn't be?)