Busy Bee

Sorry it's been quite a while since I've posted. The major reason- my computer broke. The minor reason- Ive been super super busy ( and still am, but really, aren't we all?) But i felt like I should give you something, cuz I really don't wanna go back into that spell that causes me to not write for months.
The reason behind my buisiness (besides schoool and everyday track): the Halliburton Women Bazaar, on Thursday, March 4th. My friend and I have been making items to sell at the bazaar. The main one, wool bowls. It's quite a long process and requires lots of water and soap and wool, and most of all scrubbing like there's no tomorrow. But after the bowls were done, we couldn't stop. Now we have wool coasters, silk coasters, and these amazing soaps that have wool around them (its like a loofah), they're great. Apart from that, she is a jewelry maker! and I have been doing stationary, and pictures! The pics are great and maybe I will post a few. I've already sold some, so I can't wait to see who else will be interested! Also, and I think lastly, we have necklaces made out of ultra-suede.
It's been about three weeks, and my hands are pruned to the bone. But due to all the soap, squeaky squeaky clean. All resulting in huge muscles for both of, because trust me, after hours of work and scrubbing, our arms were tireeddd!!
Thankfully this will all pay off on Thursday, and after that I will have all the free posting time in the world. I'll put up some pics of the bazaar and our awesome products. :) :) wish us luck!
Stay Tuned
- The girl whose trying to do it all, but not succeeding

my question for you:

"Do you ever finish something, and know you could have done ten times better, but realize you won't get another chance?"

Life's Hurdles

Track and Field seems to pretty much take up most of my time, and today I tried Hurdles for the first time. I discovered a few things, but the most prominent was that it is not as easy as it looks. But it made me realize, life is like a 400 meter Hurdles race. You start of uneven, unbalanced, until you can get the feel for it and adapt to the race. Then you start jumping too high, over achieving, you feel like your doing so good so you start doing TOO good. Eventually, you learn your height and balance it out. You have controlled aggression, you're attacking the hurdle full on. You are under control, doing great. But by now, you are up to the 200 mark. Half way, holding up well, but t your back leg starts to falter. Your tired, and you are drawing it straight under you instead of brining it to the side. This is the middle of life, its been going good but its coming crashing down. You feel like you cant go any further, you've given the crowd (your friends and family) a good start, and a great first half, but you just don't want to do it anymore. You start to give up. You're ready for it to be over, so you stop. Start kicking down the hurdles, because going over them just doesn't seem like an option anymore.

But there are only 100 meters left, the last stretch. Encouragement from others fills your ears. And you realize, this is it. This stretch is all I've got. Adrenaline over takes you. Your feet just start going, and going, and going. Your hurdling over all of them likes theres no tomorrow. Your whole body is in synch. It. Couldn't. Feel. More. Right. Your arms are swinging, you're only inches about the hurdle, each part working together. Its over, you made it! It's done. Your adrenaline is over, your body is drained, and you await recovery. But you still have this moment to hold onto.

Admist all of this, there is always the biggest factor of Hurdles. The Fear. It comes and goes. Sometimes we think we master it, but later on the fear will return. We try to fight it, and sometimes can't take it. Even when we think its gone, the fear is still lingering, and always will. We may think we've overcome it, but just like life, there is always going to be fear of something. The fear will change from one aspect to another. But. It's. Always. There. Even if we don't realize it.

A Mardi Gras Valentines- My first ever self-made king cake

It's been about 5 years since we've lived in Louisiana, and boy do we miss it! :(

So this Valentines Day my mom and I decided to make a King Cake from the fabulous kitchen of Chef Emeril Lagasse, the Zeus of cajun cooking! Little did we know, we were embarking on a 4 hour journey filled with flour, dough, and gold, purple, and green sprinkles. Amidst all of this, mom was cooking red beans and rice, to carry on the cajun feel. It was a mad house in the kitchen, but the thought of a succulent King Cake drew us to perseverance. The result: utter joy. Pure deliciousness. Explosion of taste. Flat. Out. Yummy-ness. Take a look- and yes, it is okay to wish you had a piece.

Valentines Day

Valentines Day is a day for one to express their love. Share it with one another, spread it to each other. Flowers, chocolate, heart shaped candies, all used as a symbol to show how we really feel. But why is it only one day a year? Why do we single out one day as a day to be kind?

Valentines Day should be a 365 day holiday, a year lasting time of love.

Share it.

Spread it.

Use it.

Love it.

"But before all else, a work of art is the creation of love. Love for the subject first and for the medium second. Love is the fundamental necessity underlying the need to create, underlying the emotion that give it form, and from which grows the unfinished product that is presented to the world. Love is the general criterion by which the rare photography is judged. It must contain it to be not less than the best of which the photographer is capable."Eliot Porter