You made my heart skip a beat, Kid! Thank you!
Check out Peter, self-taught guitarist tearing it up for all his fans!!
Guitar Pickin’ Pete
Need a project to help induce summer into your blood? Make these tasty refrigerator pickles :)
2 lrg cucumbers sliced to desired thickness
1 lrg onion thinly sliced
1-2 tbls minced garlic
2 tbls salt
2 tbls dill seed
1 tsp red pepper flakes
2 c white vinegar
1 c boiling water
Dissolve salt in boiling water. Set aside to cool. Mix cucumbers, onions, garlic, dill seed and red pepper flakes in a large bowl. Pack mixture into 2-2 quart jars. Combine water and vinegar together. Pour equal amounts into both jars. Liquid should just cover the tops of the cucumbers and onions. If it doesn’t, add enough additional water to cover completely. Place lids on jars and give a little shake to incorporate well. Place in frig for at least 24 hours before serving.
The time between seconds stands still.
Heightened sensory chokes a person
with it’s absorption of otherwise,
the invisible and mundane until one
is consumed. Weighted down by an
overpowering need to express
the important, the not so important.
Gravitational forces steal others away
from their regular lives and bring them home again.
For a moment. It’s not the ugliness
that kills us. It’s the over-
whelming beauty blinding us with
it’s light even through the shadows.
It leaves a craving and an ache so deep
other vices will not fill the void; an addiction
with no relief, no cure and no solace
except to surrender to it’s awesomeness. Sharing
in the delight of others and appreciating
the impact they make, hoping you’re just as
important. Reminiscing of the past leads to the road
of now. And now, will be yesterday, tomorrow.
For my soon to be (in 1 week) daughter-n-law on her wedding day. Still a work in progress but close to finished. No pattern.. just winging it ;)
9 oz package frozen spinach, thawed, rinsed and drained
14 oz can artichoke hearts, drained and roughly chopped
4 green onions, chopped
8 oz cream cheese, room temperature
1 tbls minced garlic
2 c parmesan cheese
1/3 c mayo
1 c sour cream
Cream together the cream cheese, mayo, sour cream and cheese. Mix in remaining ingredients and place in baking dish. Bake in preheated over @ 425 degrees for 20 minutes. Serve with tortilla chips or crackers. Enjoy :)
You know you’re from Minnesota when the only spray that comes in contact with your skin is sunscreen or Deep Woods Off!
Summer is finally here and today I did not feel like firing up the oven or the grill! So, today was the perfect day to enjoy some delicious and healthy pinwheels.
My Hunny Bunny called them delicious and refreshing!
4, 12 in. flour tortillas or flavor of your choice
8 oz. cream cheese, room temperature
1-2 tsp of Webber’s New Orleans Cajun Seasoning
20 slices thinly sliced roast beef
20 slices thinly sliced smoked turkey
4 slices Kraft American cheese, cut in half
1 cup shredded lettuce
1 lrg tomato thinly sliced
4 green onions very thinly sliced
Salt and pepper to taste
Prep: mix cream cheese, seasoning and green onions. Split evenly by four and spread on tortillas. Layer remaining ingredients on the four tortillas. Be careful to not over fill. Lightly salt and pepper. Tightly roll tortillas. Cover with wrap and refrigerate for 1 hour. Remove wrap, slice into 1-1 1/2 inch pieces. Place on serving plate, sliced side facing. Serve immediately or cover and refrigerate until ready to serve.
Evolution of the Circle Jacket is a pretty basic pattern. Pattern is written to accommodate any yarn but is not a stitch by stitch instruction. Must know the basics of crocheting in the round.
Pattern can by purchased here: http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/evolution-of-the-circle-jacket
The Perfect Poncho is the ultimate favorite pattern I have ever created because regardless of the yarn weight and gauge it always creates a perfect drape and fit.
The Perfect Poncho pattern can be purchased here: http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/perfect-poncho-2
A Christmas Present for my Hunny Bunny :) This afghan took me from July of last year to almost Christmas to complete. It is worked in a revised reversible stitch pattern which, is the equivalent of making two identical afghans and quilting every single stitch together to create one heavy blanket. However, it is only worked as one piece.
The skeins of yarn it took to complete: 32
180 rows by 281 stitches times 2!
The number of stitches involved: 101,160
It weighs approximately 12 lbs and is half an inch thick!
How’s that.. to beat the frigid and brutal temps of a Minnesota winter???!!!
My hand still hurts!
This is my latest finished project. Very comfy and perfect for summer evenings.
With the touch of his hand
Placed gently on her face
With just a simple stroke,
He soothes her soul
Her sad emerald green eyes
Beg him pleadingly brave
Love her infinitely.
Stilled, their affection stirs,
His Love now equals hers.
Though cautiously weighing
Risk verses their fate
Cut so terribly raw
Old remains of heartache
Love preciously at stake.
Greater than his loving
Fearing he, she’ll forget
Or Fall out of her mind
Too curiously drawn,
Yet, He’s slow to move on.
She shy’s away the fear
Delights in his courtship
“The bitterness has died!”
Quite quietly inside.
For she loves him truly
She’s sensitive & pure
Embracing his warm hand
Unknowing his sweet touch
To her, matters so much!
Eyes pierce her wounded soul
Searching yet, for her truth
Her life story, her love.
He needs her too, as ‘his’.
His Baby Girl, his Miss.
Distance is always
Infinate in length
Leaving the past
To the present
Only the future.
Distance is forever.
As is love.
To measure an inch
of a ruler
Is an inch not closer
Love can not
It is infinate
As is Distance.
Love is sight.
Mosaic of all.
To move forward.
Time is distance.
*Another funny write. Read at your own risk.
While you’re out fishin’
with beer drinkin Bud
Chewin’ the cud
Hook Line and sinker
Fishin’ Rod goes down
Face turning pinker
Catch about to crown
“A mermaid, I see?’
Rippling water stilled
On stabled knee
The port-side she spilled
“They really exist!”
You shout in her face
Lips to be kissed.
In Mangled embrace.
In awe, your friend stares
Wondering, still dazed
Tellin’ your story
Down at corner pub
And it’s glory.
Gives you a nub.
Frozen to bar bench
Flirt you are by name.
A coctail wench
Your hopin’ she’s game.
Bragging to your pals
‘Bout the “fish” you caught
Comparing to gals
The mermaid you fought.
Out hunting with friends
Deep into the wood
Of course understood.
While you were away
Bud gave me a call
Said your story’s tall
While you kissed silly
Bud continued on
“She’s no Philly!
I beg your pardon!”
So, while you’re obsessed
Distracted and awed
Feeling quite blessed
By mermaid fraud.
With my sea creatures
I’ve been quite busy
Some with ten features.
That make me dizzy.
With my Pearl Dolphin
I’m getting it on
Cheating’s a sin
But not while your gone!!
*Read at your own risk- And no, this never really happened.. was writing a comedy piece for a workshop and it just sorta went in a completely different direction than I had intended. LOL
Give me my coffee
And cigarettes too
Oh, morning brew
For yesterday sucked
And night so long
We partied and fucked
Broke out in song
Woke to a feeling
Toilet bowl kneeling
In need of meds
Right eye all droopy
Breath smells all poopy
Cruel busted hip
Sheets crackle and strain
From night’s romance
On the window pain
Dangle my pants
Whip off the cover
To my dismay
Feet of my lover
Smell of decay
Pedi odor warms
My private space
And wrinkles my face
With men’s bikini
Glued to my hair
Sip the martini
Left on a chair
Dog trips in the yard
Frazzled and frisky
Like a St. Bernard
Halls his whiskey
We’re on the front deck
Neighbors do see
I do recollect
I have to pee
The fog slightly wears
Without a doubt
Can do without
Stagger and fumble
Jump to our feet
Feeling quite humble
Many eyes meet
The decorative plants
We hide behind
Wreckage of mind
With cameras flashing
To their delight
The police crashing
Our fun-filled night
Behind prison bars
This railing makes
Many naked scars
The camera takes
Talked out of jail
Ticket by mail
With a hefty fine
Hung doggie blues
Kept me in bed
The worst kind of dues
Rapture the head
My dear friend, Calgon
Take me away
Like a new felon
Forget this day
The following morn
On my doormat
Like a blowing horn
Heavy and flat
The Sunday Paper
What do I see?
“The Party Caper”
Through a lace covered window moonlight creeps
Wind makes tree branch shadows dance in the room
Looming overhead like a forgotten child on the wall
Bluish gold moonlight haze falls on her porcelain face
A faint white aura envelopes her exposed skin
Iridescent pearl drop beads of sweat
Catch moonlight glint above arched brows
Deep shadows cast in hidden caves
Shamelessly, skillfully, they stalk her
Sending cascades of shaded bliss onto restless legs
Her sleeping eyes speak hushed words without sound
Expressions that, if could speak would
Plead for her sentence or reprieve
They watch and whisper to stir her barely from slumber
A thousand arms, a thousand hands, fingers swing
Anxiously back and forth across her ageless body
Strobes of blue, flicker from one side to the other
On such an angelic silhouette
Devoured in an askew lack of light
Twisted in dancing shadow covered sheets
Head tilted back in pleasured agony
Her eyes scream what her lips cannot
With blue hued lips and tints of gold
She wets them and opens
The swarm of heated shadows
The new moon touches her soul
She exhales slow…
As sleepy shadows escape her lips
Closing the window softly as they leave
She settles, darkness blankets her
Kissing her good night.
Oh, the moment a writer awaits with dizzy dread
The review of words that pour from one’s head
Deliciously devouring critiques sweet and sour
Checking for new ones at least once an hour
Artists who dance and praise with a pen
Can expect a review time and again.
For whom lack life through artistic expression
Surely have woes and bouts of depression
Not all is lost, there’s time to learn
A detailed review one must earn
For reviews are neither friend nor foe
A simple tool to help us grow
Though, not always kind or polite
It sure does encourage a better write.
From fury to inferno
Like a Searing blaze
Penetrates the burn
A Radiant furnace
Pulsates and throbs
With a swirling mass
Of Exploding Misery
With smoldering lust
Too hot for you!
Lost eyes display no vacancy sign
No choice to politely decline
So many beings to ignore
They, with a vengeance, do explore
Torturing a mind without escape
Within a place, manipulate
Obstructing flow with an aching need
Does cause harm; this menacing creed
Whispers of promise and damaged might
Evoke wings with magical flight
Only those who undoubtedly hear it
Fly with inhibited spirit
Reveal the plight the voices may dare
Which cause your anguish and despair
Take vengeance on your unholy ghost
Who invaded and made you host.
Healing the mind will release your soul
Ask for God’s hand to make you whole
Looking only left but never right
Overshadows His guiding light
Follow to the right to see the dawn
And break free as the devil’s pawn
Sweet baby boy, we feel your pain
For none of us are truly sane
This is our family’s story
Love you, Kid!