Trick or Treat? Or Palm Readings?

Hi Marilyn! 

Saturday night was full of Halloween costumes, friends and Banjo the Palm Reader. My friend Suzanne had a Halloween party at her house. I'm a fan of house parties when it comes to Halloween. It's easy, laid back, and you can still have a great time.




For the fun and festivities, she asked a guy named Banjo to come read palms. I've had my palm read once before, some of the things were spot on so I decided to do it again. Now I'm wondering if that was a good idea. When someone reads your palm, no matter what you believe, it will put things in your head. Ideas. Situations. People. You start to think about it all.

Even if everything is 'written' as Banjo said, It's still odd to for someone to tell you specific things that relate to your life.


So, What did Banjo tell me?

•  I have an old soul.
• There was a star in my hand that shows I have a guardian angel. He said that I've had this angel for a   very long time in my life. 
• I will die far away from where I was born. (I was born in the country of Panama.)
• I have a temper. I've learned how to control it, but when the temper is not controlled, it can be very strong. 
• I've had someone somewhat control my life up until now (could be my mother. sorry mom) but I will soon regain complete control over my life. 
• I will change professions in the next two years.
• By the time I'm 40 I will be working in the public in some way.
• There will be a big decision coming up in my life soon, I'll make the right decision, but it will be a big one.
• There will be a change in my sleep in the next 45 days. Whether I move, or change rooms, there will be a change. 
• He specially mentioned going to school and named UALR. Even if I feel like quitting or if I'm discouraged, to keep going. It will be good for me in the long run. 
• Apparently I have a rebel spirit to do what I want to do.
• I'm also independent. I like things the way I like them. I like my space the way I like it. 
• He also mentioned headaches and high cholesterol which freaked me out because I've been having issues with both recently. He told me that many times my headaches are from stress and I need to continue to exercise. 
• Never trust a guy with a club thumb. This would be killer for me. (That's not scary or anything...)

Now for the parts that made me tear up - 

Banjo started to discuss my 'loves' in my life. Apparently I will have three. He asked had I been married before, I said, no, but that I had a serious relationship for a number of years. He said that was considered my first love. 

When he started to discuss my first 'love' I began to tear up. He described how hurt it left me, how there was a severe trust issue in the relationship, I would see a side of this person that others didn't, at times I was scared, I was never happy and how now I have problems trusting guys. That I've probably turned down a lot of goods ones because of the things from the first 'love' relationship. 

Hard not to tear up after that. 

Was he right? Yes. He was. I'm not sure if he could just sense it or what, but he was pretty spot on when it came to that. 

Good news though, there will be another love. This one will last. It will be a great love that will last. 

So we will see... 

He also said that he doesn't see a 'white knight' in my future but more of a 'cowboy' type that has the boots, truck and can handle me. 

Nothing like looking forward to the future... 

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Let's Go St. Louis Cardinals! Let's Go!

Cardinal born, 

and Cardinal bred, 

Forever I shall be, 

Cardinal Red.

My dad and I at a game in 2009. 

My cousin and I in 2008

What I have at my desk at work. 

GO CARDS!

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When Things Go Totally Wrong

So, baking is enjoyable to me. It's relaxing. It's fun. It's a hobby.

On Tuesday, it was a nightmare.

(The after, after.)

I decided at 5 p.m. on Tuesday that I'd bake some cupcakes for work on Wednesday. These were going to be homemade red velvet cupcakes so I went home to make a list of things I would need. I had sugar, but no cake flour. I had crisco, but no powdered sugar for the frosting.

After the list had been created, I headed off to the grocery store. Gathered all the items. Checked out. Came home and started the baking. I had done everything when the recipe said to 'add food coloring to the cocoa powder.' Um... I hadn't bought red food coloring. The food coloring I had wasn't enough, and I didn't want to serve pink cupcakes. Or blue ones. Or green.

Why don't they sell larger bottles of red food coloring??

So, I turned off the pre-heated oven. Threw the mix in the fridge and made a trip back to the grocery store. Grabbed the red food coloring and then headed back home to continue the baking. The batter tasted well enough, so into the oven the cupcakes went. After spilling some of the red food coloring on my white counters. While the cupcakes were baking, I made the homemade cream cheese icing.

Butter. Cream cheese. Powdered sugar.

Luckily the recipe called for a pound and a half of powdered sugar and I had bought a two pound bag.

The other half of a pound also ended up on the counter. On the floor. And on me.

Perfect. Now my counters look like I've murdered someone with red food coloring then decorated myself in powdered sugar.

The icing was done, the cupcakes were ready to be taken out of the oven, and the kitchen was a mess. When you use a butter, cream cheese icing, then you have to make sure your cupcakes are completely cool before icing. (This might be the only thing I did right all night.)

Once the cupcakes had cooled, I broke the smallest one in half to make sure it was red and see how it tasted. That's when I started to panic. It didn't taste right. It tasted chalky. Too much flour? Too much vinegar? Did I measure wrong? Did waiting on the food coloring mess it up? What had I done??

There was no way that those cupcakes were going to see the inside of my office. No way. After a 20 minute freak out moment to which I called my mom, cousin, friend and texted everyone about what I should do, I came to a conclusion. Toss 'em.

Luckily, there was a box mix in my pantry that I could make quickly and make all of this go away. Though it wasn't red velvet, it was chocolate. It would do. It would have to do. It was 10 at night and I wasn't making a third trip back to the store for more red food coloring. Who's going to complain about someone bringing cupcakes to work? (That's what I told myself anyway.)

Baked the cupcakes. Frosted them Wednesday morning. Took them to work.

When things started to go terribly wrong with the cupcakes, food coloring and my freak-out moment, the only thing I thought was, "Oh good, I have a blog story."

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My Favorite Meal

When I graduated high school I went to college at Arkansas State University. It wasn't that far from home but it was still away from home. The first year of college I lived in the dorm with my best friend from high school. Though I didn't go home a lot, I did go home at about once a month. Money, laundry and cooking were needed.

The first weekend I went home, my mom asked, "Do you want your favorite meal?" "Sure," I replied. I wasn't really sure what my favorite meal was, but I figured she knew me better than I knew myself so I just considered it a surprise.

For the record, I don't think I like surprises.

My first weekend home from college and I learned what my mom thought my favorite meal was. Pork chops and corn. She thought I loved either fried/baked/seared pork chops and some variation of corn. Don't get me wrong, it's good stuff, but was it my favorite? Sometimes it's better to just smile and eat, so I enjoyed the home-cooked meal since it wasn't college food and didn't think much of it.

Until I went home again. Again, we had my favorite meal. And we did thereafter for the next two years when I'd visit. So for two years, I just acted like it was. I didn't really care. I liked it well enough, but if I was given a choice then I would have probably picked something else.

During my last semester year of college I finally became brave enough to tell the truth. One weekend I had gone home and they hadn't cooked my favorite meal. My mom said she was sorry for not cooking it and that's when I fessed up.

"Mom, you know that's not my favorite meal, right?" - Me

"What? We thought you loved that. That's why we always cooked it!" - Mom

"No. It's really not. It's good an all, but it's not my favorite." - Me

And there hasn't been pork chops and corn since.

The moral of this story, it might have been better to be honest in the beginning.

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October Days, Outside Fire Nights

Oh, October.  I had made several different plans this weekend, but when it comes to October and plans, I never know what's going to happen. If you remember, October and I aren't that great of friends. This year I've decided to play nice. So this weekend the original plans didn't turn out the way they were planned, but ...

I had a cottin-pickin good time anyway.

Even had a little beans and cornbread 

It always taste better with some sweet tea. 

And you can't have a great weekend without a outside fire.

If you have a fire, you've gotta make s'mores.

And top it off with a Cardinal win.


So, plans might not have worked out as planned, but sometimes it works out better. 

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