Sunday, October 23, 2011

Project Porch Swing

Dan and I have been constructing a porch swing this weekend. Sadly, it's a lot harder than it looks. We bought the supplies over a year ago but finding the right tools, time to work, and motivation has been rather tricksy. As we were working we kept making adjustments to our master plans and so it turned out extremely different than our original dreams and sketches. Nonetheless I'm giddy about it all.

FINAL PRODUCT: We still have to add more support, attach the arm rests, and stain it, but the fact that it's hanging makes me super proud. As I was wielding various power tools, all I could think was "My brother Pat would be so proud of me right now." Working as a team was a party, but I don't think that wood working is my calling.

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Pseudo Vegan Pizza

Our dinner tonight fulfilled a craving that has been biting at my heels for over a month now. Years ago Katie, my darling roommate, showed me this yummy asian-esque pizza. Truthfully, I think most things that involve ginger make me joyous. Here is the recipe if you are at all interested (this is only pseudo-vegan because I was lazy with the crust, but everything else fits in to a vegan palate):
Pizza Dough= however you make yours is great
Sauce= peanut butter + soy sauce + grated ginger (delicious even if it sounds weird)
Toppings= bean sprouts, broccoli, shredded carrots, and any other veggie that floats your boat.

After our yummy dinner we went for a rollerblade up the canyon and headed to a BYU women's soccer game...all in all, a grand evening.

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Autumn aka "Vegetative Mass Suicide"

I know that I don't EVER post but my soul has been seeping out through my fingertips and that's when I know that it is time to write. I've decided that reflection makes me more grateful and I need some more perspective in my life so I'm going to try real hard to write more. Keep your fingers crossed.

Leaves are fiery and falling to the ground and that means that my soul is at it's highest of heights. Although Bill Bryson deems fall a time of "vegetative mass suicide," I can't help but smile when that crisp airs bites my nose in the morning. My entire body surges with joy during fall. My toes stretch as I tread on the fallen leaves painting my pathway. My mouth does a back flip when it's time to break out the pumpkin flavoring and soups. My lungs breath a little deeper with an edge of moisture in the air. Mmmm...autumn, what more could a girl ask for.