Mahalo for the open arms after my hiatus.
Doomo arigato for popping by whenever you can.
Hsieh-hsieh for your lovely thoughts and comments on these November posts.
October ten years,
Smart, athletic, hardworking.
Where’d the baby go?
1. Nailed the piped rosette thanks to five cups of powder sugar
2. Tissue paper flowers by her Bella for the photo wall
3. Afternoon party snacks
Super-sized, tissue paper flowers by her Bella for hanging
1. Minute-to-Win-It games for nail polish
(Not Pictured: T-Shirt decorating with fabric paint & nail polish salon)
2. Party favors from Daiso & Target
Only the most intimate clique of friends had been invited. These tweens had tons of fun and talked about it for days at school. Our baby was happy. That’s all that mattered.
This mama done good.
Friday. Saturday. Sunday. And then the new week flips by in a blur to what? Wednesday evening already?!
What am I reminded of? Thursday, my shopping day, is tomorrow. Sometimes I happily make out the grocery list. Sometimes, *sighs* it’s a bloody chore.
While the PTA tornado finally slows down to plain, old wind, Snoop Dogg’s “Gin and Juice” plays through my mind. However, replace a chorus line with “…with my mind on the next meal and the next meal on my mind…”
1. Chorizo, Rice, and Bean Soup: I’d use less rice next time as it had soaked up most of the liquid and created a light stew.
2. Honey-Garlic Chicken: A winner with this blogger and her keiki, but ‘da Hubb found it too sweet.
3. Tamale Pie: The best tamale pie recipe I’ve ever made compared to two others in the far past.
4. Better Than Olive Garden’s Zuppa Toscana: Gold medal!
5. Israeli Couscous Salad: Was eaten up at the school, community day picnic despite me subbing the lemon (forgot to buy one) with OJ.
6. Baked Pasta with Sausage and Spinach: ‘Got three meals outta ‘dis. It’s like a layered lasagna; used more ricotta, mozzarella, and sauce which resulted in the top layer towering an inch above the casserole dish. I would mix the pasta with the meat sauce next time though. da Hubb raved about it; my little one wolfed it down each time; the ol’ battle ax nonagenarian loved it; told me to make it for Thanksgiving.
Imagine a newly bought balloon. It floats high and strong. It proudly makes others happy. Then over time, the balloon slowly loses helium. The material reflects light differently as the once firm outside has dips from wrinkles. The balloon no longer floats as high as it did before.
This is how I feel toward blogging right now. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s the weather affecting the quality of my sleep. Maybe it’s hormones. Maybe it’s my current routine and being busy that I know I’m not getting to chores I know I need to get to.
You know I’ve always had a like/dislike for memes. I like the organization and how it gets me to blog but at the same time, it sometimes doesn’t feel spontaneous. So lately, I feel like I’m rushing to post. Doing so feels somewhat forced. I also am wondering if I’ve outgrown my blog name. I know I’m a bit bored with the template theme. These are issues I need to ponder upon as they marinate.
As the title suggests, I’m going to take a small hiatus. I’m not sure how long but at least a couple of weeks. I wanted to express myself this morning so you know I’m okay and what’s going on. There may be streaming silence from me on most media with the exception of email and Pinterest.
So I will feed my spirit during this hiatus. I will envelop my soul in little, every day things and fiber. I will emerge renewed and rearing to go when my metamorphosis is complete.