One more candle on the cake

This yea I made my Mama her birthday cake. I am so very proud of myself, if you know me very well then you know I am everything but a cook. This Almond Streusel Cake tasted every bit as good as it looks (if not more) and had everyone asking for seconds. Happy Birthday to my wonderful Mama!!!

Snowy blanket

Today I woke up to get my steaming hot cup of coffee and to go to the Farmers markey with Mama.I looked out the window, and was so excited to see a blanket of delicate white covering much of the yard, pastures, and trees (:

It is amazing to think that it is this season we celebrate Jesus's birth; it seems the world is so much quiter this time of year. My mama said "everything looks so clean!" It just now struck me that the snow, like Jesus, was sent to the earth to make us feel clean and fresh. Such a pure, delicate feeling of freshly fallen snow is so alike the birth of baby Jesus; fresh pure life from God. I am so thanksful for the gift God gave us, I wish everyone a wonderful Christmas, and that we may all feel hte deep fufilling warmth that Jesus gives us, even when outside it may be snowy!

Is it just me, or...

So I've been thinking... I know, dangerous right? But really. I've been thinking alot about God and some beliefs about him. It seems like those who oppose the idea of there being an all powerful, loving, consuming God basically just shut themselves off to ever knowing what that love feels like; and yet, they are still bent on convincing all of those who do believe in him that he and/or his love is not real. Even when faced with facts, evidence, proof and testimonies about God's amazing power, they deny him over and over. But when you look at the other side of this battle; it is completely the opposite. Christians, me being one of them, can see the miraculous things that God is doing everyday, and we get excited about it. But upon seeing this, the opposers always recoil and deny. Even when faced with millions of people believing in Gods love, they are never satisfied! Part of me can understand their denying his love, because when you are born into "the bad part of town", what you see can possibly shake anyone's belief in God's love. "Why, if God is so loving, does he let this happen to people?" I can never explain this, except to say that, all who follow God, he is good too. It is unfair to be born into a society that is cruel, but God does not do this on a whimsy, he always has a plan. Always. And in that we should all take comfort.

the animals came in one by one

these are my darling pets!

(some live only in memory)...

they are all extremley awesome!!!

"she's an artist!"...

Here is some of my art, I am very new and have only been seriouse about it for 7 months, but it is slowly consuming my life!

My poetry :)

Here are a few poems I conjured up recently:


How to make a painting

Life is a painting,
With each decision as a mark,
On the canvas of your life.

Where you are only as beautiful,
As you paint yourself.

And when it rains,
You better make sure,
Your paint has dried.

Because life changes to much,
To be undecided in your ways.

You will be washed away,
And gone with the wind,
So secure your hold.

Before you make your stroke,
Consider the color, and your brush.

The canvas was white,
Until you started deciding,
What colors you chose.

And the random colors are all
The turns and bumps along the way,

So choose your paints carefully,
And keep and a clean brush,
So your color won’t mix.

And always make sure to wash your hands
After you’re done with a layer.

The canvas is speckled with hope.
Your brushes are all in a line,
So begin, and make your product beautiful.




Meewee!


The Meewee that lives under my bed,
Has purple skin and an unusually large head.

His eyes are large and green,
And although he looks it, he is not at all mean.

His fingers are boney, and his feet are too,
When he smiles you can see his teeth are all cover in goo.

His skin is like leather; all smooth and tough
And he can eat and eat, but it is never enough.

When he giggles, out comes some fire,
And at those times, he is never shyer.

His voice cracks when he talks,
And he has a definite swagger in the way he walks.

His breath was always so fresh and new
It reminded me of the morning, all covered on dew.

He was cheerful and funny; a joy to be around.
I’d known him for years, but I’d never seen him frown.

He bounced off the walls all day and nigh;
He never slept, and never knew fright.

He is the Meewee that lives under my bed.
I know what you think; that he’s just in my head.

But come into my room, you’ll never see anything bounce higher
Than my little purple Meewee that laughs and spits fire.