Thursday, March 29, 2012

You say tomato, I say yay!

Two posts in one week?! That might be too much to handle from this kid. Just kidding.

I figured since my last post was about my container garden that this would be a good place to share about my babies. My baby tomatoes, that is! I was very excited to come home from work today and find four green, marble-sized fruits hanging from the plant. Yum! It was hard not to dance and yell "look what I made!"

Except I didn't actually "make" them. But you know what I mean. I am excited to see what happens in my mini jungle tomorrow.

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Monday, March 26, 2012

my not-so-secret garden

After an inspiring chat with my [awesomest] brother-in-law [ever], I decided to post again. At first I mentioned how I didn't have much to write about. He asked me, "are you reading, writing, or running?" I responded in the affirmative. "Then write about those things!" he responded. He also offered a suggestion about writing "featured" posts, maybe about reviews of museums or something of that sort. I am mulling these thoughts over as I furiously peck at my phone.

In the meantime, I can publish a little about one of my daily releases: gardening. Gardening?? But she lives in an apartment!! I have a small container garden.

I have some tomato and pepper plants, many herbs, somw flowers, and even some pole beans. I love to be greeted by my sanctuary (sanctuary!) when I come home. I can imagine my neighbors think I am slightly crazy between my garden and my stack of recycle bins. My front patio does not match many of my neighbors' folding chairs and LSU flags and I am entirely okay with that.

Mornings have provided a peaceful time to sit on my top step and sip my coffee amongst the leaves of green. Well, the mornings I am not scrambling to get my day started, that is. Sometimes I forget that time marches forward even if I don't keep up.

I especially love the colors of my garden.

Even after a busy or stressful day, I can't help but smile when I see the lovliness of my little garden.

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Sunday, March 25, 2012

onward and upward!

I know, I know. You've probably given up on checking to see if I have posted anything new. Why bother!? The liklihood of a new post is next to none, right? Hang in there! I'm not done, yet.

Granted, I am not sure what direction I am going or want to go. While I was writing my thesis, blogging served as a way to vent my frustrations, jumpstart my writing juices, and even document the experience. And as I moved to a new place and started a new job, it was a place to record my life and share the new things I am a part of. Now I am perishing without a vision.

Dramatic much?

I follow some friends' blogs and they share cute stories and pictures of their kids and families. Some other blogs are very specific (mostly about history, memory, interpretation at public places, the American Civil War, or a combination of those). I feel I should be a little more deliberate in my writings. Maybe some deliberation will also inspire more motivation to write.

I have a few ideas of directions I might go. I am willing to listen to some ideas, too. You are the one reading this, after all.

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Sunday, March 11, 2012

Lasch pas la patate!

There is a Cajun French saying, "lasch pas la patate!" (pardon my poor French spelling- I don't know if it is accurate). It's literal translation: don't let go of the potato. It's figurative translation: don't give up! I think it is my favorite saying of the language so far, but I have not been able to find its origins. Well, not from locals, anyways. They know of the phrase but not its history. Before I leave Louisiana, I will uncover that mystery.

I have had to tell myself that phrase several times this week. Last Sunday, I ran a half marathon (in my tutu, as promised!).

You can bet your bottom dollar that I told myself more than once "lasch pas la patate!" Especially at miles 8, 11, and 12. My running buddy commented that I finished strong and fast during the last half mile or so. I told her because the sooner I crossed that finish line, the sooner it would all be over. Crazy thing? I am figuring out my next long race and how to train for that.

This work week has also been exhausting. I decided to swap my off days so I could take last Sunday off to run in the race; to do so, I had to work the next seven days straight. Tomorrow is my Friday's Friday's Friday! Work has wiped me out this week and I am very excited for my "weekend." "Lasch pas la patate!" I can do it.

Good news: I will be in Texas by this time next week. My heart beats happy in Texas! I am pretty sure I can't imagine better timing for this trip. The real question? Is the Lone Star State ready for this rootin' tootin' pistol temporarily assigned to Louisiana? No need to worry about holding on to potatoes while in Texas because Texas is the best state (Don't Mess With Texas).

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