How to…cut a mango.

I love how to posts.  I always want to do them but I never do.  Mostly because I forget my camera or realize half way that I want to.  So…here is my first “how to…” post!  Courtesy of Jonathan, here is how to cut a mango.

Step One:  Purchase mango.  Get cutting board and a very sharp knife.

Step Two: The mango is kind of shaped funny.  Now, the pit is very big but also very skinny.  Cut along the pit on the side of the mango.  In the picture, you can see that it’s kind of like a circle that got “smooshed” making it a little oval shape.  Cut along the “smooshed” sides.  You’ll be left with two “cheeks” of the mango.

Step Three:  With the knife, cut along the inside of the cheeks.  Be careful not to cut through the skin…and your hand.

Step Four:  Cut the other way the other way to make it look like this.  Again, don’t cut through the skin.

Step Five:  Now (to quote Johnathan) “turn that bad boy inside out!”  Just pop the skin in towards you.

…it looks way to cool.  And cute :)

…and you’re ready to eat it!  Just eat the little squares right out of the skin or scrape them off of the skin into a bowl.

De-lish.

peace.

It’s dark outside…sort of.

I love summer.  It’s 1030 pm and still, light is visible on the bottom half of the sky.  I’m up, boiling down some chicken stock from left over Hutterite chickens that I made for dinner.  (There is nothing more that I love doing than making my own stock.  Crazy? Maybe)  I’m drinking the elusive perfect cup of tea.  Water, sugar, milk, temperature and tea all dance perfectly together.  The house is dimly lit, the dogs are asleep.  Branden is snoring up stairs, Andrew is laughing with one of his friends on X-box.  The stock is at a rolling boil now…and I feel at peace.

I’ve had some turmoil the past few weeks.  Emailing, calling, interviews, waiting.  I’m powerless and in order to feel some measure of power, I’m tempted to beat myself up.  At least, then I’m doing something.  I can stop now and savor this moment.  The summer nights where tank tops are worn when the night is cooling down.  There isn’t a cloud in the sky and there hasn’t been all day.  Sure, I’m a little sun burnt but I got to hang out with some family today and cook some kick ass supper.  It’s Saturday night and I want to live in this moment.

This moment where I feel peace.  Where I am powerless to control my future and I stop there.  I don’t go down the road of beating myself up.  I simply linger.  I linger and breathe.  I listen.  And Breathe.

Blog Fail.

Well hello.

I’m sorry little blog.  In the midst of a new job, getting fired from that job and everything in between, I got caught up in the swirl.  I got lost in the drama and didn’t take the time I needed to take.  I’m feeling sick with a flu/cold combo and while I was reading other blogs, I decided that it’s time.  Blogging once again for little me.

I’m going to follow my bliss.  That means buckling down to pay off debt.  Spending time with friends on a regular basis.  Reading blogs about home maker things and being okay with the gifts that God gave me.  Getting excited about house wife things.  I’m going to really try hoop dancing.  I’m going to run at least 10k once a week.  I’m going to be my husband’s helper.  I’m going to bake and cook.  I’m going to have friends over.

Yesterday, I realized a few things.  I love my friends.  I love their kids.  I love everything about serving.  I love that God is God and I am not.  I love writing and dancing.  I will pray and spend time soaking in the love of God, my Father.  I need alone time much more than I think I do.  I will enjoy my husband and love the process of growing up.  I want to write all of this down and connect with people who I haven’t spoken to in a long time.  I want my heart to be soft and I want to be a gentle mother.

Here’s to my journey.

:)

Seasons.

*I could not resist the urge to do some creative writing.  Now that I find myself with free time not consumed with job hunting, this is a past time that I hope to take up with great fervor again.  Here is something that I started quite a while ago about my love affair with Summer.*

Autumn’s cool breath escapes her lips as she stared out at me, batting her long eyelashes.  Her beauty dazzles me just long enough for Summer to slip out the back.  I knew exactly where Winter was standing, poised to strike, waiting in the hallway listening for Autumn to convince me that it was indeed cold enough to start wearing my heavy coat.  “Yes darling”, she coos “the cool wind of evening will require a warm covering.”  As soon as I comply, Winter is on me in a flash, buring me underneath scarves and snowdrifts, halting the breath in my lungs.  Spring has stopped answering my calls but I can faintly remember her promises to return.  But Spring is flakey and often forgets her promise to keep Winter at bay so she returns with a severe tounge lashing when Spring leaves me unprotected.

Summer darts off around the same time every year, leaving Autumn to seduce me into letting Winter in.  Despite his departure, I sit perched looking for him to come down the hall.  He takes off my layers; his warmth like velvet against the skin of my face.  He teases out the freckles with kisses and they dance to the surface of my skin like a blush.  It’s really only a matter of time before I’m hopelessly lost in his early sunrises and skipping out of the house in a sundress.  He meets me for dinner with more kisses across my shoulders and sets glitter in my hair.  He promises, this time he will stay longer.  This time, September will come and go without a hint of snow.  Like a fool, I smile and laugh at the thought of a Winter long past.  She is on the other side of the world, packing her bags to arrive suddenly just like every year, right behind the seduction of Autumns beautiful eyes.

boot camp booty!!

Hello bloggity blog.

Well, it has been a while hasn’t it?  The adventures have been few and far between, with some heart stuff being worked through.  I have started a new adventure that I wish to share…..boot camp.

Yes, I have started a 6 week so-sore-I-can’t-lift-my-arms bootcamp to kick my butt into shape.  My trainer is from Quebec and her name is France.  She was in the military for 17 years and was a personal trainer for 14.  Yeah, she’ intense but fun.  I’m somehow terrified and thrilled at the same time.  I decided last week that blind obedience is the way to approach this one.  When she says jump, I will jump.  Literally.  We did squat jumps the other day and I jumped until my legs almost gave out.

I decided that I’m done feeling crappy.  I know that there is a fit, outdoor loving person somewhere inside of me and gosh, I’m going to pull that skinny girl out kicking and screaming if I have to.  The six week program promises results (which is good!  results in 6 weeks means I’ll be motivated) which is something that ballet class just didn’t do for me.  I want to feel good about myself and on Sunday, I actually did feel good about myself.  There was no change in the way I looked, but I felt better.  I’m not as tired and I actually really look forward to Monday, Wednesday and Friday when I go to work out.

I’m only in my second week and I really hope that I can talk about some real changes, real soon.  Let the adventure begin!

Day One. and two.

Hellooo blogland.

Well, I’ve been looking at my stats and it appears that someone else reads this bloggy blog of mine.  Please, leave me a note and say hello while you’re here.

It is offically day two of my mama week.  I’m looking after my friend’s twins (boys, three years old) and the morning was rough.  How rough?  Like how about finding them in the middle of the road when they were supposed to be playing in the backyard?  Ugh.  They’ve also started revolting by regressing.  By regress I mean forget how to use the toilet.  Major bummer.  Yesterday we had some epic meltdowns and today was no exception.  But yesterday, I had Branden to help me.  Oh boy.

My new plan is to run them into the ground.  Litterally.  I thought that we should have a home day to try and get potty training settled but that is clearly not working out.  Both twins are freaked out and asking for mommy.  Totally understandable.  But they’ve added screaming into the mix and in a house, screaming equals brain explosion for Ashley.  Right now, they’re both sound asleep, having a nap.  I’ve promised them a post-nap park date but for now, I’m trying to type out my feelings and eat some lunch.  I’m hoping that by getting up and out of the house all day will tire them out.  Plus, you can’t be screaming when you’re having fun.  Well, you can, but you know what I mean.  I just hope that I can keep up with them.  One of the twins gets up every day around 5am.  Ugh.  By the time we get home for lunch and a nap, all three of us should pass out!!!

Alright.  I promised myself that I would have a bath during naptime and this soup is turning out to be wildly unsatisfying.  Until next time….keep fit and have fun!

*joy*

Ruthie (in sling) and Judith. Daughters of the awesome Kelly!

This is one of the things that brings me deep, make you cry, joy.  In the season of Lent, I’m reminded to be deeply greatful for the moments of love in my life.  Hanging out with these girls and their mama is joy.