When they rage I blog.... guess this was a good rage. Salty sweet popcorn goodness is a must have - especially in December. It is cold and snow is sitting in little piles of hate laughing at me. This is the moment I create something out of nothing.
1. Pop a bag of popcorn
2. In the bottom of a pan along with two tablespoons of butter smash several cherries(what ever is in the bottom of the jar)
3.In saucepan melt 2 tablespoons of almond butter, one cup of marshmellows, and 1/2 cup of semi-sweet chocolates....
4. Fold together melted ingrediants in a large bowl with popcorn
YUMMMMMMY love it - eat it!
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
Peppermint Muddy Buddies
Peppermint Muddy Buddies
Stupid name for a magical Christmas flavor in your mouth. Just love it - eat it and look like an addict with white powdery fingers while doing so.
1. entire package of crushed candy canes
2. a couple of dashes of peppermint extract
3. elf kisses - no really, just follow the original recipe but add in peppermint to choc_peanutbutter mixture and crushed candy canes to powdered sugar mixture.......(I used almond butter bc of my peanut allergy)
4. Mix and adore
Stupid name for a magical Christmas flavor in your mouth. Just love it - eat it and look like an addict with white powdery fingers while doing so.
1. entire package of crushed candy canes
2. a couple of dashes of peppermint extract
3. elf kisses - no really, just follow the original recipe but add in peppermint to choc_peanutbutter mixture and crushed candy canes to powdered sugar mixture.......(I used almond butter bc of my peanut allergy)
4. Mix and adore
Monday, December 6, 2010
No-bake No-guilt oatmeal
Missing the pics? Me too....... I really need a new phone. Thanks for showing interest in finding the best things with items you already have.
It is cold and snowy outside. In fact I am hidden under a mountain of blankets typing this. This one is dedicated to the cold weather and a warm belly.
No-bake no-guilt oatmeal (like the cookies)
1. package of oatmeal (we use steal cut) - no sugar added... the kind that takes an eternity to make but use what you have
2. peanut butter (I use almond butter due to a peanut allergy)
-about 1 - 2 tablespoons to your taste
3. cocoa powder - one teaspoon
4. lite hershey's syrup- swirl in
5. combine and you have a childhood memory of no-bake cookies with no guilt
It is cold and snowy outside. In fact I am hidden under a mountain of blankets typing this. This one is dedicated to the cold weather and a warm belly.
No-bake no-guilt oatmeal (like the cookies)
1. package of oatmeal (we use steal cut) - no sugar added... the kind that takes an eternity to make but use what you have
2. peanut butter (I use almond butter due to a peanut allergy)
-about 1 - 2 tablespoons to your taste
3. cocoa powder - one teaspoon
4. lite hershey's syrup- swirl in
5. combine and you have a childhood memory of no-bake cookies with no guilt
Sunday, December 5, 2010
wingin it
Due to the nature of my flighty ways the format will be changing for a while. If I have a dream or a vision I will post and same goes for making something............ pics may not always be included.
I have been working on my charity and Unlocked Style so much doing other things just seems like a luxury.
As for making something out of nothing.... it is in my blood, therefore I would be cheating you out of so much by my not sharing.
Here goes on my new style of "wingin it"
Buffalo Popcorn
1. one bag of popcorn
2. one tablespoon of butter
3. one tablespoon of hot sauce (I used Frank's)
4. 2 or 3 dashes of garlic powder
5. microwave popcorn, heat sauce until it melts, combine- enjoy!
I have been working on my charity and Unlocked Style so much doing other things just seems like a luxury.
As for making something out of nothing.... it is in my blood, therefore I would be cheating you out of so much by my not sharing.
Here goes on my new style of "wingin it"
Buffalo Popcorn
1. one bag of popcorn
2. one tablespoon of butter
3. one tablespoon of hot sauce (I used Frank's)
4. 2 or 3 dashes of garlic powder
5. microwave popcorn, heat sauce until it melts, combine- enjoy!
Friday, September 17, 2010
Family Tree
An amazing thing happens when you see someone else beleive in you. Its like Christmas, your Birthday, and the first day of summer all rolled into one good day burrito. Now is time for a shared vision, a family tree dream. The last person I would ever epect to see the "vision" was ready for Unlocked to unfold.
Ken, Brad's brother in-law was not just captivated with these shirts but had an ability to see beyond that. What he saw was art. He saw a future... he saw Unlocked LLC. He not only saw but he ACTED. Soon after his new love for Unlocked as a product we became an unbreakable team.
Uniformed in plaid and khakis Ken mirrored the business bone needed an our very unstuctured new business. His wife Heather was to do accounting. The only thing I could do was live a life of sincere grattitude. Did they really share such a bold and new vision? Art on clothing, customized designs, canvas that was so raw and chic at the same time.
Soon we all had our roles spelled out. Heather and Ken worked out of Indiana and Brad and I here in Ohio. The vacuum in my brain was now completely turned off and was being run full throttle in Indiana. If Ken's students at Notre Dame only knew his side job, just makes my heart smile. Heather and her Gidget like ways motivated me to be up and running by 10:30 every morning with coffee in hand.
My new found funky family tree was now rooted on a beatiful vision. Never had I known or felt somthing so exciting. Things changed, but what they saw will never be forgotten. It is so rare in life that you get a chance to start a family in that way. A vision and a dream was shared. My thanks to them will always be felt.
Jewelry Tree
1. branch
2. paint
3. any weighted object (I used shells)
A funky way to desplay your jewelry.
Ken, Brad's brother in-law was not just captivated with these shirts but had an ability to see beyond that. What he saw was art. He saw a future... he saw Unlocked LLC. He not only saw but he ACTED. Soon after his new love for Unlocked as a product we became an unbreakable team.
Uniformed in plaid and khakis Ken mirrored the business bone needed an our very unstuctured new business. His wife Heather was to do accounting. The only thing I could do was live a life of sincere grattitude. Did they really share such a bold and new vision? Art on clothing, customized designs, canvas that was so raw and chic at the same time.
Soon we all had our roles spelled out. Heather and Ken worked out of Indiana and Brad and I here in Ohio. The vacuum in my brain was now completely turned off and was being run full throttle in Indiana. If Ken's students at Notre Dame only knew his side job, just makes my heart smile. Heather and her Gidget like ways motivated me to be up and running by 10:30 every morning with coffee in hand.
My new found funky family tree was now rooted on a beatiful vision. Never had I known or felt somthing so exciting. Things changed, but what they saw will never be forgotten. It is so rare in life that you get a chance to start a family in that way. A vision and a dream was shared. My thanks to them will always be felt.
Jewelry Tree
1. branch
2. paint
3. any weighted object (I used shells)
A funky way to desplay your jewelry.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Fever
A very unattractive picture of me needs to be painted. Blurred, bloody, and drenched in sweat. There were nights in which my long dark hair wrapped around my body from thrashing nightmares. The nightmares were a battlefield.
Every prophetic dream seemed to be chased by a dream that stole my nights and robbed me of energy. Twisted up sheets became my enemy. Kicking and pushing the cotton animal I could not snap "awake". In fact I knew that I should not awaken.
If one piece of my personal journey were to be altered in any way what would happen? In the past I have had "bad dreams" or nightmares. This was VERY different. Something very spiritual was happening. Black and white. Good and evil.
Not only was I having these dreams but I was losing to them. Fevers that circled my body and a sickness that is indescribable took over my body like an alien. Filled with fire and wicked dreams I fought. Days passed and my eyes blurred. I fought.
Internally I became a soldier, not just a soldier but an entire army. Something larger than life was happening. Illness coated in black and red dreams was sufficating my life and stealing my creative thoughts. NO! During this time I became closed off from the outside world, only to stay in one room, in one bed.
All of the colors were fading, the white walls around me were closing in, and the one window glaring at me now seemed like a cheap oil painting. Music was raging through my veins. Isolated to this ugly battle I found courage.
This courage was hidden deep inside of my aching heart. It was a small light. At the end of a battle when darkness settles deep and singed burning flesh is all that you inhale you see a light. This light is so distant and far, but familiar.
As you walk closer the light grows. You see the face of the one holding the light. It is a good friend that never leaves. Inside of the light the music swims into the deep night. A new music. Music that is not music at all, but more of an extension of this friend.
Peace follows. The nightmares ended carrying off the fevers. I crept into the light of the real world with a new suit of armor and an internal sword of protection. Ready for me world?!? Bring it!
Circle of light:
1. a ceiling hook
2. rounded bird feeder
3. tea light
Mount the hook, hang the feeder, light the candle-
love your sweet new light!
Every prophetic dream seemed to be chased by a dream that stole my nights and robbed me of energy. Twisted up sheets became my enemy. Kicking and pushing the cotton animal I could not snap "awake". In fact I knew that I should not awaken.
If one piece of my personal journey were to be altered in any way what would happen? In the past I have had "bad dreams" or nightmares. This was VERY different. Something very spiritual was happening. Black and white. Good and evil.
Not only was I having these dreams but I was losing to them. Fevers that circled my body and a sickness that is indescribable took over my body like an alien. Filled with fire and wicked dreams I fought. Days passed and my eyes blurred. I fought.
Internally I became a soldier, not just a soldier but an entire army. Something larger than life was happening. Illness coated in black and red dreams was sufficating my life and stealing my creative thoughts. NO! During this time I became closed off from the outside world, only to stay in one room, in one bed.
All of the colors were fading, the white walls around me were closing in, and the one window glaring at me now seemed like a cheap oil painting. Music was raging through my veins. Isolated to this ugly battle I found courage.
This courage was hidden deep inside of my aching heart. It was a small light. At the end of a battle when darkness settles deep and singed burning flesh is all that you inhale you see a light. This light is so distant and far, but familiar.
As you walk closer the light grows. You see the face of the one holding the light. It is a good friend that never leaves. Inside of the light the music swims into the deep night. A new music. Music that is not music at all, but more of an extension of this friend.
Peace follows. The nightmares ended carrying off the fevers. I crept into the light of the real world with a new suit of armor and an internal sword of protection. Ready for me world?!? Bring it!
Circle of light:
1. a ceiling hook
2. rounded bird feeder
3. tea light
Mount the hook, hang the feeder, light the candle-
love your sweet new light!
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Where is your ticket?
There are days I am a human rollar coaster. People stand in line for the rush of the ride and that climbing feeling that lurches you forward. You get to the top and your breath is taken away. Somewhere towards the end you may start thinking of cotton candy or how much money you have for the rest of the day.
I am still there. Feeling the cold of the night, empty seats when the lights close there eyes in a syphany religously at the exact same time every night. Until now I have left out the "undream" section. This is where I am unseen. My seats are waiting to be loaded, the people being the fuel for my dreams. Exotic and quirky -"different," food for my creativity.
Freaks and geeks are my normal. Each thing that makes a person unique shows a bold move forward.
When a next day shines on my warm face and echoes no dreams (or any that I can clearly remember) I hold my breath. They come, I wait. When there are no dreams followed up by no visions I am the empty carcas of a rollar coaster. A coaster at night, one that is not in motion.
Void of life. People get what they want and move on. Sometimes people stay on for a few rides or even come back, screaming and laughing with tears streaming. When there is a new ride, one that is so thrilling it distracts the crowds and stimulates a whole new feeling, I am still there.
A smile decorates my face, my moodwear draws them in like the bearded lady, and from there on well, you tell me. The distorted mirrors show the real you. The bouncy pit after popcorn, hot dogs, and of coarse fried everything is life.
This "undream" phase is crucial. Quiet and empty, alone and the raw me. On these days I wear different shades of gray. On these days I quietly stroke the bearded lady's hand. We are all beautiful. The bearded lady looks in the distorted mirror and sees a supple face, a slendor body, and a honey-golden beauty. She needs those mirrors to survive.
When I see people unbuckle and unfold there bodies out my rollar coaster I feel it happening. Such an aching feeling sets in. Alone. Of coarse a new day hatches and there is a sticky faced child ready for a thrill or an inked teen with cotton candy hair. This is why I am a rollar coaster. These new faces sticky and painted, I love them all the same.
Today I have no fun steps for you to follow.
Today I say this "look in the mirror" -
What do you see?
I am still there. Feeling the cold of the night, empty seats when the lights close there eyes in a syphany religously at the exact same time every night. Until now I have left out the "undream" section. This is where I am unseen. My seats are waiting to be loaded, the people being the fuel for my dreams. Exotic and quirky -"different," food for my creativity.
Freaks and geeks are my normal. Each thing that makes a person unique shows a bold move forward.
When a next day shines on my warm face and echoes no dreams (or any that I can clearly remember) I hold my breath. They come, I wait. When there are no dreams followed up by no visions I am the empty carcas of a rollar coaster. A coaster at night, one that is not in motion.
Void of life. People get what they want and move on. Sometimes people stay on for a few rides or even come back, screaming and laughing with tears streaming. When there is a new ride, one that is so thrilling it distracts the crowds and stimulates a whole new feeling, I am still there.
A smile decorates my face, my moodwear draws them in like the bearded lady, and from there on well, you tell me. The distorted mirrors show the real you. The bouncy pit after popcorn, hot dogs, and of coarse fried everything is life.
This "undream" phase is crucial. Quiet and empty, alone and the raw me. On these days I wear different shades of gray. On these days I quietly stroke the bearded lady's hand. We are all beautiful. The bearded lady looks in the distorted mirror and sees a supple face, a slendor body, and a honey-golden beauty. She needs those mirrors to survive.
When I see people unbuckle and unfold there bodies out my rollar coaster I feel it happening. Such an aching feeling sets in. Alone. Of coarse a new day hatches and there is a sticky faced child ready for a thrill or an inked teen with cotton candy hair. This is why I am a rollar coaster. These new faces sticky and painted, I love them all the same.
Today I have no fun steps for you to follow.
Today I say this "look in the mirror" -
What do you see?
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