Besides anything with apples and cinnamon, cupcakes are my very favorite dessert. So much better than cake, although I don't know why. But here are some things I have found to be true of myself as I was making cupcakes today:
1. I recently read somewhere that an ice cream scoop is good for filling cupcake holders. So I tried it and it was a lot less stressful and easier to know that I was getting the same amount every time.
2. It never occurs to me to get out the spatula/scraper to scrape the bowl in order to make more cupcakes or fill a cup further. I only think to get the spatula out when I am ready to lick the bowl. Than I use it to get every last bite of batter!
3. You have to have a good cupcake carrier. I love cupcakes but they are not the easiest thing to transport. Luckily, my mom is great, and got me a double-decker carrier for Christmas a couple of years ago that will carry up to 24 cupcakes. Just remember, you still have to be careful when you carry the container, because it does not make the cupcakes indestructible!
I think 3 makes a good list, because I all of a sudden can't think of what else I was going to say! :)
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Scripture Sunday/ word picture
I haven't done a Scripture Saturday in a while, and technically I am not sharing a Scripture, but a quote from a book I am reading.
I have been reading "A Praying Life" for quite a while now, and I had some time this afternoon to try and finish it. Honestly, I sat down because I wanted to be done with the book. I have enjoyed it, but there just comes a time when I am reading a book that is taking me a while, that I say, "Enough. I just want to be done!" So, I probably didn't sit down with the right attitude, but as usual, God still speaks.
I am not a gardener, so I'm not sure why this particular quote struck me. But it painted a word picture that I could really grasp onto.
"We don't need a praying life because this is our duty. That would wear thin quickly. We need time to be with our Father every day because every day our hearts and the hearts of those around us are overgrown with weeds." (p. 261) I don't know. The words just painted a picture of me praying and God plucking the things out of my life that are trying to choke me, leaving room for growth.
I have been reading "A Praying Life" for quite a while now, and I had some time this afternoon to try and finish it. Honestly, I sat down because I wanted to be done with the book. I have enjoyed it, but there just comes a time when I am reading a book that is taking me a while, that I say, "Enough. I just want to be done!" So, I probably didn't sit down with the right attitude, but as usual, God still speaks.
I am not a gardener, so I'm not sure why this particular quote struck me. But it painted a word picture that I could really grasp onto.
"We don't need a praying life because this is our duty. That would wear thin quickly. We need time to be with our Father every day because every day our hearts and the hearts of those around us are overgrown with weeds." (p. 261) I don't know. The words just painted a picture of me praying and God plucking the things out of my life that are trying to choke me, leaving room for growth.
The Cloud of Doom
In the sanctuary at church, we have a huge window with a huge cross hanging in the window that is behind the stage. Today during service, the sky kept getting darker and darker and darker and darker and... Well, you get my meaning. It was a tad bit distracting. At one point, it almost looked like it was night time out. But it was also a good reminder that when the storms of life come, if I cling to the cross and what Jesus has done for me, I will always be on solid ground.
Other distractions in church today:
1. The little girl sitting two rows up. She was dressed in a super cute, very girlie dress. And she was pulling dinosaurs out of her super cute, very girlie purse.
2. The thunder that accompanied the cloud of doom.
3. The songs in the bulletin (technically not a distraction since I read them before the service began). But, you know the game where you change one letter in a word to make a new word? The songs in the bulletin kind of reminded me of that. The songs went from "Our God" to "How Great is Our God" to "How Great Thou Art" to "Your Great Name".
Other distractions in church today:
1. The little girl sitting two rows up. She was dressed in a super cute, very girlie dress. And she was pulling dinosaurs out of her super cute, very girlie purse.
2. The thunder that accompanied the cloud of doom.
3. The songs in the bulletin (technically not a distraction since I read them before the service began). But, you know the game where you change one letter in a word to make a new word? The songs in the bulletin kind of reminded me of that. The songs went from "Our God" to "How Great is Our God" to "How Great Thou Art" to "Your Great Name".
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Perspectives
It's funny how things in perspective change their appeal. Here is how my train of thought went tonight:
Do laundry or exercise? Laundry.
Eat something or exercise? Eat something.
Watch the weather radar or exercise? Watch the weather radar.
Do paperwork for work or exercise? EXERCISE!
Watch NCIS or do paperwork? Do paperwork. HaHa! Just kidding! :)
Guess who isn't going to do paperwork tonight?
Do laundry or exercise? Laundry.
Eat something or exercise? Eat something.
Watch the weather radar or exercise? Watch the weather radar.
Do paperwork for work or exercise? EXERCISE!
Watch NCIS or do paperwork? Do paperwork. HaHa! Just kidding! :)
Guess who isn't going to do paperwork tonight?
Monday, May 23, 2011
Not to mention
Side note: this is a continuation of the previous post in case you haven't read it.
Not to mention...
...I had to kill two spiders that were super hyper and moving really fast and were both two steps from crossing over onto my desk! One of which while I was eating my lunch. At my desk. Yuck! And all while one of my office mates was freaking out because spiders are the one thing she can't stand. Childhood trauma from a spider. Maybe she should find a good therapist! :) And the first spider I saw while on the phone with a client's mom so I couldn't exactly jump up and kill it. I just had to watch it move really fast all over the other desk and make sure it didn't cross over onto mine!
...I've had a pretty interesting continuation of the dizzy/carsick feeling while driving this afternoon. Which both times has resulted in a minor headache.
...the above mentioned dizzy/carsick feeling makes me not want to do any exercising today. And I was so motivated all day, too.
Not to mention...
...I had to kill two spiders that were super hyper and moving really fast and were both two steps from crossing over onto my desk! One of which while I was eating my lunch. At my desk. Yuck! And all while one of my office mates was freaking out because spiders are the one thing she can't stand. Childhood trauma from a spider. Maybe she should find a good therapist! :) And the first spider I saw while on the phone with a client's mom so I couldn't exactly jump up and kill it. I just had to watch it move really fast all over the other desk and make sure it didn't cross over onto mine!
...I've had a pretty interesting continuation of the dizzy/carsick feeling while driving this afternoon. Which both times has resulted in a minor headache.
...the above mentioned dizzy/carsick feeling makes me not want to do any exercising today. And I was so motivated all day, too.
Gull.i.ble
Nothing like feeling useless in your job on a Monday afternoon. Not to mention a little gullible. And like you maybe should learn to read people a little bit better.
I have a fourteen year old client that I've been having a hard time engaging in therapy in general. So, today I picked her up and she came bounding out the door like she was happy to see me. She showed me the burn on her forehead from a curling iron. Something about the way she made a comment made me ask if she had gone to school that day. She said yes. Fast forward to partway through out session. I asked her how things were going at school. She said good. I praised her for the limited amount of trouble she has gotten into at school because I was a little worried when she transferred to her current school at the beginning of the semester that she would not be able to maintain her behavior. I praised her some more for not only almost getting through the year, but also getting through the year with just a few office referrals. We talked about school for a few more minutes. Fast forward to when I took her home. Normally I just drop her off, but because I needed to reschedule our regular appointment next week, I went in to talk to her mom. After scheduling the appointment, her mom says, "Did she tell you that she got suspended from school for five days?"
Ummm....no. She didn't mention that when I asked her if she went to school today. And I'm pretty sure she didn't mention it when I praised her for not getting into trouble this semester at school. I had an internal volcano going on! I mean, I wanted to slap my forehead because of the things I had said that were so encouraging that were also so untrue! But I remained calm and asked her why she didn't tell me. To which she didn't answer and shut down completely and wouldn't talk to me. Which is typical behavior for her. I just smiled and said I would see her next week. I knew it would do no good to address it with her at that point.
So, maybe I should look into getting a different job. Obviously this one isn't going so well for me today!
I have a fourteen year old client that I've been having a hard time engaging in therapy in general. So, today I picked her up and she came bounding out the door like she was happy to see me. She showed me the burn on her forehead from a curling iron. Something about the way she made a comment made me ask if she had gone to school that day. She said yes. Fast forward to partway through out session. I asked her how things were going at school. She said good. I praised her for the limited amount of trouble she has gotten into at school because I was a little worried when she transferred to her current school at the beginning of the semester that she would not be able to maintain her behavior. I praised her some more for not only almost getting through the year, but also getting through the year with just a few office referrals. We talked about school for a few more minutes. Fast forward to when I took her home. Normally I just drop her off, but because I needed to reschedule our regular appointment next week, I went in to talk to her mom. After scheduling the appointment, her mom says, "Did she tell you that she got suspended from school for five days?"
Ummm....no. She didn't mention that when I asked her if she went to school today. And I'm pretty sure she didn't mention it when I praised her for not getting into trouble this semester at school. I had an internal volcano going on! I mean, I wanted to slap my forehead because of the things I had said that were so encouraging that were also so untrue! But I remained calm and asked her why she didn't tell me. To which she didn't answer and shut down completely and wouldn't talk to me. Which is typical behavior for her. I just smiled and said I would see her next week. I knew it would do no good to address it with her at that point.
So, maybe I should look into getting a different job. Obviously this one isn't going so well for me today!
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Exercise and Starbucks
I don't really have anything to talk about, but it was this or do dishes before leaving for church :).
Why does everyone always try to convince me that I can like exercise if I try hard enough? What if I don't want to like exercise? I mean, at this point, I'll do it because I feel like I have to and I have that infernal need to do the right thing, but it doesn't mean that I will ever truly enjoy it.
It's kind of like when I tell people I don't like anything at Starbucks and they try to convince me to try such and such a drink. They just can't help it. They want me to like something at Starbucks, as if I'm unAmerican if I don't. But what if I don't want to like anything at Starbucks? Because it saves me lots of money. I mean, if I was a mathematician (and believe me, I am not!) I could do graph upon graph of how much money I have saved over the last 10 years by NOT liking anything at Starbucks. Well, if we want to get technical, I probably didn't actually save any of that money, I just spent it elsewhere, but that is so not my point!
So, please don't try to make me like exercise. And don't tell me there is the perfect drink for me at Starbucks. OK?! :)
Why does everyone always try to convince me that I can like exercise if I try hard enough? What if I don't want to like exercise? I mean, at this point, I'll do it because I feel like I have to and I have that infernal need to do the right thing, but it doesn't mean that I will ever truly enjoy it.
It's kind of like when I tell people I don't like anything at Starbucks and they try to convince me to try such and such a drink. They just can't help it. They want me to like something at Starbucks, as if I'm unAmerican if I don't. But what if I don't want to like anything at Starbucks? Because it saves me lots of money. I mean, if I was a mathematician (and believe me, I am not!) I could do graph upon graph of how much money I have saved over the last 10 years by NOT liking anything at Starbucks. Well, if we want to get technical, I probably didn't actually save any of that money, I just spent it elsewhere, but that is so not my point!
So, please don't try to make me like exercise. And don't tell me there is the perfect drink for me at Starbucks. OK?! :)
Saturday, May 21, 2011
When did THAT sneak up on me?!
I was considering some things while in the shower this morning (which I think is always a little dangerous) and I realized that this month marks my 10 year college reunion. Yes, you read that right. College. Not high school. College. When did that happen? I know the obvious answer to that question, but still, when did it happen? There is no way I feel like that could be accurate. But alas, it is. Which also means that next year will be my 15 year high school reunion. Sigh.
When I shared this news with my roommate, she said, "for some of us." We are the same age, really she's a month older (not that I'm counting :)!) but she graduated a year later than me from high school and college. It's all very confusing, but true, nonetheless.
So there you have it. Should I have a party to celebrate being done with college for 10 years? Maybe I can just watch You've Got Mail 10 times in a row (there was a time that my roommate and I watched it almost every week). Or eat lots of Belgian waffles (a staple dinner in the cafeteria while in college). Or post-it note someone's room/house (one of my favorite pranks that we pulled on some friends in our dorm). Or study something (I'm pretty sure I did some of that in college).
When I shared this news with my roommate, she said, "for some of us." We are the same age, really she's a month older (not that I'm counting :)!) but she graduated a year later than me from high school and college. It's all very confusing, but true, nonetheless.
So there you have it. Should I have a party to celebrate being done with college for 10 years? Maybe I can just watch You've Got Mail 10 times in a row (there was a time that my roommate and I watched it almost every week). Or eat lots of Belgian waffles (a staple dinner in the cafeteria while in college). Or post-it note someone's room/house (one of my favorite pranks that we pulled on some friends in our dorm). Or study something (I'm pretty sure I did some of that in college).
Tickled my funny bone
I was at Kari's last night looking through a magazine and I saw this and started laughing out loud! She thought it was funny, but I think she more thought I was crazy because I thought it was so funny. Her exact words (well, I don't really remember her exact words) were "I think you're tired." Which also made me laugh because I WAS tired. It immediately made me think of sleepovers in high school where we would stay up too late and everything at 2:00 in the morning would be hilarious.I brought it home and showed it to Emily because I was hoping for a better response than Kari gave me! Emily laughed too. Than I hung it on the refrigerator. I read it this morning and still thought it was funny, so I thought I'd share it with you, too.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
I am a wimp
A crybaby. A low-tolerance woman. A whiner.
And I'm trying to change my ways. :) For those of you who have talked to me in the last two days know that about me. I have been complaining for the last two days about my lack of sleep. Poor me. Tear. Tear. Whine. Whine. I held it together for two days before I caved and started talking about it :).
But really. I talk as if it is the end of the world. Life as I know it ceased to exist. I was barely surviving each day. And I realized that it had to stop. Who knows when I will lay down and fall asleep right away again. But who cares. I need to learn to suck it up.
Hello, Teresa. There are so many people out there who are suffering through extremely worse things, who would give anything to just be not getting enough sleep. Instead of being in chronic pain. Instead of having a terminal disease. Instead of _______ fill in the blank.
So, I'm a baby. I guess the first step is admitting it :). Although, just to complain a little bit more :)....it would be much easier to get through the lack of sleep if there was something to show for it. You know, like turning in a really big paper that's worth 40% of your final grade. Or because I'm up with a baby and I can at least look at the baby and decide, "Okay, this lack of sleep is worth it for you." But, no such luck for me. Just no sleep.
Okay, now I'm really done complaining! I promise. If you hear me talk in a woe is me voice, just remind me that I'm through complaining about it. You can even give me a swift kick in the rear. Wait, strike that. You should just kindly tell me that I'm being a crybaby.
"Do everything without complaining or arguing so that you may become blameless and pure, children of God without fault in a crooked and depraved generation, in which you shine like stars in the universe" Ephesians 2:14-15 Nothing like a Bible verse to give you a swift kick in the rear! :)
And I'm trying to change my ways. :) For those of you who have talked to me in the last two days know that about me. I have been complaining for the last two days about my lack of sleep. Poor me. Tear. Tear. Whine. Whine. I held it together for two days before I caved and started talking about it :).
But really. I talk as if it is the end of the world. Life as I know it ceased to exist. I was barely surviving each day. And I realized that it had to stop. Who knows when I will lay down and fall asleep right away again. But who cares. I need to learn to suck it up.
Hello, Teresa. There are so many people out there who are suffering through extremely worse things, who would give anything to just be not getting enough sleep. Instead of being in chronic pain. Instead of having a terminal disease. Instead of _______ fill in the blank.
So, I'm a baby. I guess the first step is admitting it :). Although, just to complain a little bit more :)....it would be much easier to get through the lack of sleep if there was something to show for it. You know, like turning in a really big paper that's worth 40% of your final grade. Or because I'm up with a baby and I can at least look at the baby and decide, "Okay, this lack of sleep is worth it for you." But, no such luck for me. Just no sleep.
Okay, now I'm really done complaining! I promise. If you hear me talk in a woe is me voice, just remind me that I'm through complaining about it. You can even give me a swift kick in the rear. Wait, strike that. You should just kindly tell me that I'm being a crybaby.
"Do everything without complaining or arguing so that you may become blameless and pure, children of God without fault in a crooked and depraved generation, in which you shine like stars in the universe" Ephesians 2:14-15 Nothing like a Bible verse to give you a swift kick in the rear! :)
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