Blueberry Saturday

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Rob and I went blueberry picking two Saturdays ago at Chmielewski’s Blueberry Farm in Hockley, TX. The farm has approximately 8 arches of berry bushes and they are free of chemicals! We got there pretty early to beat the crowds. We picked about 3 pounds of berries in all and the cost was below $10. Some were eaten as snacks, some were drizzled into parfaits and of course, some were made into dessert.

Never been blueberry picking? Try it some time, its relaxing, plus you get to eat while you pick. 😉

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Easter Tradition

I always feel a teeny bit guilty whenever I take a break from blogging. It isn’t a healthy response but I do. Long story short, I headed back to Trinidad for a short while, still here actually and things were a bit busy. Fear not, I’ve got your serving of blog-meat this week.

It’s my favourite time of year! Easter has been and still is my favourite holiday for a couple of reasons:

  1. When I was younger my family got together, ate and spent time together. What I looked forward to the most were our traditions. The family on my dad’s side would gather together at one uncle’s house. His wife always cooked a yummy fish dish accompanied by other local traditional Easter foods and another aunt always made us (cousins) Easter treat bags full of sweets and chocolates.
  2. Every year my parents bought us those huge, hollow, chocolate bunnies that would put you in a sugar coma if you tried eating it all in one day.
  3. My sister and I had an unhealthy obsession with eggs. Random fact: we used to collect lizard eggs and “babysit” them until one of us accidentally broke them. Anything egg shaped or egg like we “eeeped” about and were drawn to magnetically. So a holiday that celebrated eggs was the godfather of holidays.
  4. In my latter teen years, I befriended the Man behind this season. His death and resurrection is the reason we celebrate and I am grateful for the blood He shed for us.

However, there is one tradition that is original to Trinidad and I’ve heard people talk about and witnessed but never partook in. It’s called “Beat the Bobolee.” The word bobolee (yeps, sounds just as its spelt… now say it fast 10 times) is used to describe a person who is taken advantage of by others.

On Good Friday, some residents of T&T would create a dummy of Judas Iscariot made from old clothes that is stuffed with rags or dried grass. It is placed in a public place and anyone who passes, young and old, is welcomed to “beat the bobolee” with sticks, kicks or slaps. The beating symbolised retribution for Judas for betraying Jesus Christ but is done purely for fun and jokingly.

I’m sure you know where I’m going with this. Yeppers. I wanted to beat a bobolee. So naturally, I made mine into a piñata.

If you have 6 hours in your life to spare, try making a piñata. Then add it to your professional resume under skills. I’m sure it will make a notable impression on your future employer. To keep this light, I’ll omit the details of my piñata-making experience. As per usual, I took photos to tell the story. You know the routine, hover over photos for commentary.

 

We all had a fun time beating Mr. Bobolee. At one point we were concerned that it wouldn’t burst. I guess my piñata making skill is superb. I could open ah small shop man. Plus, the rewards were very much enjoyed. For more on Easter Traditions in T&T click here.

What are some Easter Traditions you celebrate? I’d love to hear your stories! I pray that your Easter weekend would be blessed, fun and reflective.

He is not here; he has risen! Remember how he told you, while he was still with you in Galilee: ‘The Son of Man must be delivered into the hands of sinful men, be crucified and on the third day be raised again.’ – Luke 24:6-7.

Candy, Candy quite Dandy, how does your garden grow?

So I started a new project this weekend. It involved getting dirty and a whole lot of waiting for results. I planted my very own strawberry plants. My granny would be so proud of me! *gloats* I’m both excited and nervous about the outcome. See, I’ve owned two plants prior in my lifetime. A good friend of mine bought me a Poinsettia for Christmas once. It was lovely but lasted 2 weeks. The next year he bought me a cactus thinking it would be impossible to kill…  Ha. I showed him. That lasted 4 weeks. Then I was told that I shouldn’t own a dog or have a child. On the contrary, dogs and children are programmed to remind you of their existence.

Rob was my assistant gardener. Which in fact really means, he did three quarts of the work: uprooted most of the weeds, toiled the soil, trimmed the rosebush that was threatening half of my planting space, dug the holes, planted most of the babies and watered them once we were done. I managed the operation, made a minor contribution to the labour and took an impractical amount of pictures. Yes, yes. I know exactly what you’re thinking. We make an effective team.

My greatest concern right now is the weather. Its bipolarosity continues to wreak havoc with many a plan of local Houstonians, I am sure. Saturday’s 78 degrees was welcomed with board shorts, tank tops & sandals. Then there was Sunday night. We were heading out to make our weekly grocery run and got “female-dog” slapped in the face by an impertinent rush of 38 degree air. Made my eyes water and all. Needless to say yesterday’s weather barely fluctuated. PLUS… there’s a winter storm warning and we’ve received gifts such as freezing rain; sleet and gross Dallas like temperatures – no offense Dallas. If you’re new and reading this you may think I’m an insane person grumbling about 30-degree weather but where I come from is called paradise, with typical temperatures of 80 degrees. All the time. I know I’ve complained a considerable amount this winter but spring is almost here so today marks my final gripe. Promise.

On the upside, the possible ruin of my plants won’t be any fault of mine, this time. Anyhow, I’ll see what happens and pray that I at least get to taste ONE fruit of my… err… our labour. In the mean time, check out our new babies.

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Baking this week? Why yes.

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These yummylicious chocolate chip cookies are a fav in our household. Got the recipe here. Try them. Enjoy them. And they do go that fast.

Cherrio chaps! Do have a blessed week.

Happy Friday & Small Talk

Happy Second Friday in the month of February cookies!

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{This photo made me laugh unnecessarily loud}

 

The day is upon us. The day few people look forward to more than Christmas and even Thanksgiving. The day you see heart shaped chocolates, lollypops, jewelry and bouquets. The day the world seems to experience more love than Flavor Flav in his hit reality tv show, “Flavor of Love” *please say last three words in a deep romantic James Earl Jones voice *

While my valentine is away at work and I haven’t seen the fruit of today’s celebrations yet, I’m totin’ with all youse guys out there… until later this evening that is. I’m such a bandwangonist.

Anywho, time to check out this week’s Mr. & Mrs. Behind the Scenes. (Facebook needs to hop on the obvious train and tots get with whatever program they need to support gifs). 

{Must confess, we do enjoy the smooching}

And here’s the photo: Mr. & Mrs. Project: Week 8 | Late Night TV & Popcorn

Let’s recap what my last week & a half looked like:

Weather: Bipolar much. Back in Trinidad there was no need to check one’s smartphones every 10 minutes to be sure of weather conditions. It was either rain or sun. That’s it. In Texas, Monday – Wednesday, best you bundle up all day long, Mr. Sun went on vaca in Mexico. Thursday – Saturday makes you feel like relaxing by the poolside. Then there’s Sunday… steups. We’ll just stay in and miss church. (For the record, if you’re reading this mom, we’ve never done that).  OR you leave home in beautiful 50-degree weather, stay indoors for two hours and when you step outside again, you wonder who left their freezer door open. Dang, this poop just got real.

Exercise: Rob and I started working out with a trainer last week and let meh tell yuh, the thought of it was loads easier than the actual experience. For our first assessment we had a nice talk about goals, expectations and commitment with our trainer and he made everything seem so sweet and doable. After warming up for 5mins on the stair climber machine and 15mins of some strategic exercises, I was… faint. Literally. I couldn’t walk by myself. Rob had to help me as we walked toward our trainer’s desk to recap and the he even had to run and get me some orange juice to help raise my sugar levels. Talk ‘bout shame. Now, I go prepared with my trusty bottle of Gatorade.

Entertainment: Apart from Skyping with the fam back home, this week I found myself in front the tv re-watching one of the cheesiest-teeny-bopperiest movies ♫eveeeeeer♫. Boys and Girls, starring Freddie Prinze Jr and Claire Forlani. Simply put, two friends put their relationship in hot water after sleeping together. Typical. You know those movies that aren’t any good but you start watching and HAVE to finish it and you’re predicting every next scene but you still won’t stop watching? No? Well, that happens to me quite often. I remember liking that movie when I was younger – much, much younger – but the acting and storyline were so pitiable, I could only justify that my adolescent self didn’t know any better. Poor 15 year old me. Oh and I went to the zoo with a friend and her daughter. Instead of more words, here are some pictures from our zoo adventure. {Hover mouse over pics to read commentary}. 

Whaaaaat else?

Food: I had crawfish for the first time. We went to LA Crawfish after church with a friend two Sundays ago. It was surprisingly better than I expected. Reminded me of shrimp a bit but not entirely. Eating it was a chore but worth it. Oh and they have this in-house competition where they challenge brave customers to eat three pounds of their spiciest crawfish. The challenge accepter is not allowed help, can drink in between eating and must finish in 21mins. If you haven’t guessed it yet, Rob is planning to accept said challenge. I promise to record the entire thing for you. I’m quit curious to see how finishes. In an unrelated story, I’m in desperate need of a sushi fix. {Yes, more commentary – hover}. 

So there you have it. Two weeks summarized into one post. Hope you had a lovely week friends and have a Happy Second Friday in the month of February.

xoxoxo <<< {Love be sharing} 

 

 

 

 

2014 Resolutions

Happy New Year! It’s been six plus months since I’ve last blogged but who’s counting? I welcome 2014 with open arms. 2013 wasn’t the most favourable year for me and I’ve made it my obligation to make the best of this year – good or not so good.

Confession time: I never make New Year resolutions. I guess I’ve never gotten the point of making improbable promises to myself. I CHOOSE not to cage my year with pipeline dreams and girlish fancies. I CHOOSE not to be fixated on a world of dos and don’ts for 365 days. I CHOOSE not to lie to myself about working towards that Gisele Bündchen body then beat myself up 3 weeks in because I hadn’t started exercising and can’t seem to put down those Hershey’s bars. Instead, I CHOOSE to live each day as it comes. No worries. No deadlines. No frustrations.

On the contrary… I can think of at least 3 people in my circle of friends who have made resolutions and attempted or completed them. Which got me thinking… maybe, if I make a list of attainable tasks, err… resolutions; I can get them completed by year’s end.

The point of this post is to proclaim my willingness to attempt a list of not so firm decisions, that I promise not to conform to BUT use as a personal road map for the next 52 49 weeks or so.

A friend of mine shared a resolution list from laurenconrad.com on fb so I figured it was a good enough template. In no specific order here they are:

A bad habit I’m going to break: Playing with the back of my hair. How do I explain this? You know those quirky habits you only do when no one’s around? Like picking scabs, taking an unnecessary amount of food pictures, chewing yesterday’s gum and smelling your toes or pits guiltydon_t_judge_me__okay_gif

Well playing with my hair is similar to that. I would simply lightly twirl and tug at the back strands if my hair. It comforts me some how but it irks my husband to degrees beyond my comprehension.

A destination I’d like to visit: Honestly, I’d love to visit San Francisco this year. I keep hearing lovely things about the city, especially the food. On the other hand, Austin is approximately 143 miles away and it would take us roughly, 2hrs 15mins to get there on wheels. That seems more doable to me.

I’m going to work harder at: Blogging often. I would love to blog every week. *Psssht* Three times a week. On ah reals though, dat not happenin’. A more realistic expectation would be once every quarter but that doesn’t represent “I’m going to work harder at…” Unserious debate with myself led to the decision of blogging once a month.

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A project I’d like to finish: Becoming fluent in Spanish. Hahahahahha. Ok. I’d like to be able to ask, “Where is the restroom?” or “Where can I find the nearest shopping mall?” or “Is this really chicken I’m eating?” And of course understand the responses. Survival questions and phrases are all I need really.

A class I’d like to take: Painting! I’ve always enjoyed painting as a child and my mom sent me to classes one summer. I’ve already checked out classes, costs and reviews. All that’s left is picking one and getting started.

I’d like to spend more time doing: Reading, meditating, studying the Word of God. I want to be close to God always. I want to know His desires and thoughts. I want to love Him more than life and seeking is the best way to always being near Him.

A food I want to eat more of: Sushi. OhMyGigaPet. My love for raw seafood may soon turn into an obsession if I don’t put it under manners.

I want to wear more: Smiles. Whenever I pass a stranger on the road, or casually pass someone at a store or even on days when my mood is worst than a two year old whose current frustration is not being able to devour the sticky, linty object he just found under the couch… I want to smile because it’s the universal way of saying hello. Plus its contagious… or so I’ve read.

We cannot become who we want to be by remaining who we are. – Max Depree. 

Farm Animals.Fried Food.Fun Rides

Our visit to the Houston Rodeo.

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{That “H” in Houston sure does look ready for some action – haha}

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{We saw some beef… err… I man cows}

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{Cute little lambs}

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{Chicks feeding and chicks hatching}

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{ Bees making honey}

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{Our friends played Speed of Light}

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{Petting of calfs, Buying of hats and Squirming from puppet iguanas -hehe}

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{Then we ate a lot. Turkey legs, deep fried cookie dough, deep fried frog legs and fries, deep fried cheese cake and grilled beef and veggies}


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{We decided that food was more important than rides that day and we didn’t regret it! Ha! Soon the afternoon came to an end and it was time to go home and sleep off all that food we ate}

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{Rodeo Buddies}