Oh where is my Easter Puffalump

Feeling 33

Seeing the adorable Easter egg garland that my niece and nephew made (pictures posted by my sister-in-law on their amazing blog), made me so excited about Easter!...and a little bit sad, as I realized that Easter is just a few days away and it isn't even CLOSE to Beginning to Look a Lot Like Easter in our home.
My hubby and I have a lot of stuff. What can I say, we're Geeks. And Geeks have lots of books, movies, magazines, comic books, journals, collectibles, and other things. Having so much stuff, however, requires us to be creative when it comes to adding decorations to our little apartment around all the stuff. I think we did a pretty rockin' job with Christmas, Valentine's Day was not bad, St Patrick's Day was a noble effort (as we're not Irish), but try as we might, we seem to be lacking in the Easter decor. It pains me to say that I can't find my purple Easter Puffalump (brought to moi by the Easter Bunny many moons ago). BUT I still have my Peter Rabbit (from the Easter Bunny, circa 1989 - I think).
I always loved how my childhood home looked all decorated from Easter, and I must say that I had the best Easter basket when I was little (it had iridescent Easter grass). So even though a part of me wishes that I could recreate the kind of Easter decor that I had growing up, I'm so excited to celebrate our first Easter together as husband and wife - and all of the Easters we have to look forward to together! Our Easter decor may be small, but it's just the foundation. And after all, it isn't the decorations, it's the memories that mean the most.

Miracles

Feeling 33

For some reason, I've been clumsier than usual lately. For example:

- As I was hanging a group of photos above our TV, I hit my head on the bookcase next to the TV table. It hurt for days.

- Not two days later, I got up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. Because I didn't turn the light on, as I turned to walk back into the bedroom, I walked right into the door, slamming my right eye. I thought for sure I'd have a black eye when I woke up, but instead it just hurt a ton every time I tried to put on make-up.

- And then, while getting ready to take a shower, I knocked my head into the shower caddy after turning on the water - in the same place I'd hit it on the bookcase earlier in the week.

Yep, that all happened within the same week.

(Also, I have a dark bruise on my knee and I have NO idea how it got there.)

So, while at work, I had an idea - what if I could teach myself to trip! You know, like how people do these optical illusions or stage combat thingys. I mean, since I have a clumsy tendency anyway, what if I could trip at will! How cool would that be? (In my defense, I've been very tired lately.)

But let me tell you, learning how to pretend trip is a lot harder than being naturally clumsy. Every time I would try to pretend trip, my instincts would kick in, trying to keep me safe. It got me thinking - aren't our bodies miraculous? Not only the way we have reflexes to catch ourselves, but also the way our body heals after we get injured. (I realized this after accidentally slicing my finger while washing my Ninja Pro Master Blender.)

So, even though my clumsiness can be a little annoying (and painful), I'm so grateful for this body of mine.

I'm still going to work on my pretend tripping, though!

Food for the soul

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Since I'm trying to do things I've never done before, along with doing my favorite things during Project Feeling 33, I thought I would finally read "The Little Prince." I bought the book forever ago with plans to read it, as it came highly recommended by, well, everyone. I got a great deal on Amazon for it, but then I got distracted by other series, like The Vampire Academy, Bloodlines, and Murder, She Wrote. (Don't judge me.)

However it was worth the wait. And it's now one of my favorite inspirational books. It made me want to reread some of my other favorite, uplifting books - and to explore other highly recommended stories.

Sparkly Delights

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A dear friend and mentor of mine, Ramona Zabriskie, put into print a concept that most of us know, subconsciously - women need pampering (or "delighting" as she calls it). It's important that we find ways to boost our spirits in small ways each day. In her book, "Wife For Life: The Power to Succeed in Marriage" (one of my favorite reads of this year and of all time), she writes, "Delighting your own heart relieves everyone in the family [and I would add, everyone in your life - coworkers, friends, etc.] from the impossible responsibility of making or keeping you happy from day to day. It frees your heart to spend less energy on stress and self-pity, and far more energy on those you love."

Basically, you can't rely on anyone else to make you happy. And anyone who knows me knows that what I LOVE more than soda, "Psych" and food, are sparkles.

One of the ways that I've taken to "delighting" my heart is with my wide array of (mostly) sparkly make-up. I think I may have a make-up collecting addiction....

I may not have anywhere "special" to go, but using and mixing different colors and shades brings out the artist in me - it's like a mini art project every day and allows me to be creative.

It's just another way to bring more sparkle into my life. And you can never have too much sparkle.

Everything Tastes Better With Cheese

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If I had a dollar for every time someone commented on the size of my salads, I'd have a lot of dollars. You could say I take after Elaine Benes on "Seinfeld" - I LOVE my Big Salads. I think I might have been a rabbit in a former life. (If I believed in that stuff.)

Since not everyone shares my love of "rabbit food," it's an ongoing quest to find recipes that will jazz up vegetables. I know when I've found a winner because my hubby will go for seconds ALONG with telling me how much he likes the dish. I think that last night's recipe will be a keeper!

Fancy

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On my list of things to do before I turn 33, one of them was to make a soufflé. I'm not sure why, they just always sound so fancy and elegant, and it makes you sound like you know your way around a kitchen. Think about it, someone asks, "what did you make for dessert?" You say, "oh, I made some brownies." Sounds yummy, but it's pretty common (not that that's a bad thing. I'm never going t turn down brownies!). Now, if someone says they made a soufflé for dessert, my eyes widen and my voice gets all high and I go, "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!" Sort of like the green aliens' reaction in "Toy Story" only much higher. They just sound so classy and sophisticated.

Using an "easy" recipe I found on Pinterest, I attempted these mini individual chocolate soufflés for me and the hubby.

Despite my lack of kitchen counter space, I managed to follow all the steps and watch with wonder as the egg whites became all fluffy. (And let me add, phrases such as "do not overbeat" and "fold gently into the mixture" fill me with terror because I have a tendency to over do things when it comes to cooking.)

Using my beautiful bright pink Kitchen Aid mixer (thanks, Steve and Dad!) and the mini ramekins that we got for our wedding, the soufflés turned out light and fluffy - they tasted like a warm chocolate marshmallow cake.

Note: my hubby's soufflés DID collapse as it sat for a while before he got home from work, but I managed to get some pictures of the soufflés immediately before and after they were in the oven.

I'd say they were a success for my first soufflés. Cross that off the bucket list!

Crabby

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I've been trying to focus on being more positive these days leading up to my birthday, as one of the things I wanted to hopefully gain out of "Feeling 33" was to become a little bit better. Yet of course, today feels like I've morphed into the forgotten eight dwarf, Crabby. Before I can stop them, the nastiest replies have slipped from my mouth...my filter is gone - the one that reminds you, "you can't say that out loud." And I'm "throwing so much shade" it's like I'm a celebrity at an awards event.

Unfortunately, feeling like Grumpy's long lost cousin makes me feel less like reading uplifting books, learning new skills, or being creative, and more like sitting in a corner, sulking, because I don't have any peanut M&M's in which to drown my sorrows/annoyances/petty frustrations. So, there goes my project on "working on myself"...

That's how my mind tends to work - black or white, all or nothing. At one time it served its purpose and helped me cope, but it's not a very fun way of living anymore. I suppose this day of crabbiness (hopefully it's only a day...) is a good reminder that I am human. Perfection doesn't exist in the sense that I'm never not going to have bad days. I'm going to make mistakes, be in bad moods, and take more than a few steps backwards every time I make progress. It's all part of this journey of life. Thirty-three years I've been with myself, and I'm still learning how to accept myself, "wrinkles and all."

My sister-in-law has the most amazing blog, and in her post for the New Year she talked about how we now live in a very Instagram world - you know, where everything is perfectly filtered even when there's #nofilter? And for many of us (although we feel like the minority), we definitely don't have our lives as together as it appears that other people do. But as messy and imperfect as real life is, there's also something so wonderful about how perfectly imperfect it is. It's all a part of the same system - "can't appreciate light without the darkness", "ships in the harbor are safe, but that's not what ships are built for", "trees that have to fight the elements grown up stronger", all of that stuff people tell us. It's true - it's true and it sucks, but it's also great.

There's a great part in the film "Silver Linings Playbook" when Jennifer Lawrence's character talks about her past and her flaws. She says, "There will always be a part of me that is sloppy and dirty, but I like that, just like all the other parts of myself. I can forgive."

So, although I didn't add "be more accepting and kind towards myself" to my list of ideas for Feeling 33, it squeezed its way into my life on its own. I'm human. I make mistakes. I have bad days, weeks, months. But I can forgive myself when I mess up, and keep trying.

Animal

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I am an animal lover. When I was little I wanted to be a marine biologist, until I found out that I'd have to be good at, you know, science and stuff. (I'm an artsy girl at heart.) Even though I love animals, I'm not at the point in my life where I'm necessarily a pet person. It's not good for pets to be alone while their owners are away working 15 hour days. Maybe someday we'll get a pet, when our schedules - and our apartment complex - allow it. In the meantime, my love for animals is limited to my Instagram feed and other social media sites. Here are just a few of my favorites. They can also bring happy moments into my days!

Bilingual

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When I was 13, I tried to learn Spanish from one of those tape sets. I took French for two years and barely passed my high school class. The only language that I've managed to master is the best of all (in my opinion) - the language of film quotes.

I found this image on Tumblr yesterday, and I think I should just make it into a t-shirt.

My family is pretty well versed in movie quotes, too, and there have been times when my sisters and I have had full conversations using lines from our favorite movies and tv shows. Pretty pathetic? Or pretty AWESOME.

My hubby's also schooled in the language - it was one of the first things that drew me to him, especially his great knowledge of Muppet quotes (and it doesn't hurt that he's got the voices down perfectly). We've been teaching each other new quotes since we got together. I inundated him with "Psych," and he's been sharing "Star Trek" with me (the series and films). There are times when I'm not thinking and I'll slip into a quote from something he hasn't seen yet, then I have to explain it to him.

Like the other night, for instance. For some odd reason, I lapsed into Aibileen's "You is smart, you is kind, you is important" from "The Help." Of course, Matt had no idea what I was talking about - so I pulled up the movie clip thanks to YouTube. Now we have another movie quote to add to our repertoire.

Are there any fantastically quotable movies / tv shows that my language needs? Let me know. I'm always looking to improve myself. :)

Boldly go

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I loooooove hanging things on our walls. It's one of the greatest perks of being in our own apartment (and not sharing it with anyone). I've always liked to have pictures of loved ones, favorite things, favorite quotes around my place to remind me of the good things in life. My hubby has been the biggest supporter of this obsession - er, preference, using our stud finder, drill and leveler like a pro to hang massive antique-looking mirrors, wedding portraits, and shadowboxes. (Is there anything this guy can't do??)
Wall decor is one of the best things to make our place feel like HOME, and since we have so much wall space, and thanks to Pinterest, I'm always looking at things to add.

I found a small chalkboard in a vintage-looking frame at Target (yay, Dollar Spot! Another obsession...). I love how chalkboards seem to have made such a comeback in the design trend. We used one in our engagement session as a prop with our wedding date on it, which was the first time I'd ever used chalk markers. It turned out so cute, but the markers don't work on porous surfaces (which lots of chalkboards that I've found are). So, we still have the chalkboard with our wedding date on it, since it won't wipe off completely. Not wanting the same thing to happen to this frame, I picked up a small box of Crayola sidewalk chalk. Oh, man has chalk changed since I was a kid! The variety of colors is amazing, and the colors are gorgeous - and there's something SO FUN about drawing with chalk. It brought me back to being five-years-old and drawing on my art easel in our art studio. The final image isn't as clear / sharp as with chalk markers, but at least it's not permanent.

I was trying to think of an uplifting, quirky quote to put in the frame, and since my hubby's affection for Star Trek has rubbed off on me, I thought the juxtaposition of the old-fashioned frame with this "futuristic" quote was cute.

Now I need to find another project with which to use my chalk! Or I guess I could just go draw in our parking lot...

Feeling 33

It's now 33 days until my birthday, and honestly, I've been a little apprehensive about that number. Although I know that age is only a number, this number in particular seems more fit for mothers of three or two children; or women who have made significant progress in their careers, or have accumulated multiple degrees. And then there's me - a childless newlywed who's still growing in her profession. Since accepting myself and "owning my story" are two of the things I've been working on, I've decided to take these days leading up to my birthday to find ways to not only recognize who I am, but to celebrate life. I'm calling this little endeavor "Feeling 33" (like the line in the Taylor Swift song - or "Tay Tay" as my husband calls her -  "I don't know about you, but I'm feeling 22").
Let project Feeling 33 commence!