The raspberry crumble was DEEEEELICIOUS!
I'm probably going to continue to make more crumbles, as both Greg and I really enjoyed it, and if anyone knows Greg and his taste buds, that's a feat to be recognized. A special thanks to Brook and her recipe, her kitchen, and her patience with my lack of culinary skills. Also, thanks for the suggestions on what to do with our extra berries. I think I'll check out donations (thanks, Alethea), or maybe I'll just make crumbles and take them to the streets- skip the middleman.
By the way, it's been gorgeous these past few days. Nothing but smiles, berries and sunshine. Let's hope this trend keeps going.
I actually had something more specific on my mind, but it is currently distracted by the sounds of the television, Greg munching on potato chips, Edgar's tail wagging in front of the computer screen, and my desire to go upstairs and read my book Pride and Prejudice and Zombies.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Razz-A-Matazz
Our raspberries are popping up in full force! I'm off to my friend's house to try out her crumble recipe (known to me as fruit-crumbly-awesomeness), and I've got a bowl full of fresh picked berries ready to be transformed into dessert goodness. I've also got a crap-load of raspberries that'll be ripe in a few more days, and other than just eating them straight off the bush, I'm not sure what to do with them.
Any ideas? Recipes? Suggestions?
Monday, June 15, 2009
Try Part 2
People like to tell me that they admire my confidence, and they like that I know who I am, and I'm not afraid nor ashamed to show it. As flattered as I am by a compliment this great, I must admit that I am still figuring out who Krisha is. I have a pretty good idea, and I can say that everyone is always evolving, always learning new things about ourselves, so we can never truly know ourselves, but I think I still have a long way to go. I am confident in many areas. I speak my mind plenty of times, and I'm not afraid to show my silly side, or to look ugly every now and then. But in so many other ways, artistically, sexually, beautifully, gracefully, I run and hide.
One of the areas I'd really like to work on is my body image. As silly as it sounds, I deny myself the simple pleasure of wearing whatever the hell I want because I become too shy or too hard on myself about my body. Constantly do I put on an outfit, wear it for a few minutes, then shake my head and tell myself, "you look stupid" or "I look like I'm trying to hard. My friends are going to comment on how I look different, and I don't want them to say anything". Then I change back into my comfort zone. Well, I have finally decided to take some steps toward changing my ways. Last Saturday I went out without any clothes on at all.
How's that for a step?
Last Saturday was the annual World Naked Bike Ride and I, yes I was a part of the naked action!
OK, I'll admit, I was wearing some clothes. I donned a helmet (safety first), my 20-hole Dr. Martin's, and my Oregon-loving skivvies (it says "The Beaver State" on the front and "I Love Oregon" across the bum)...and that's all, folks.
Let me tell you a little bit about my night....
The ride began at midnight, and several hours before that, I was enjoying the company of good friends, worrying the night away. My nerves for what was to come later that night were getting the best of me. I will confess that I did need a little liquid courage to help me calm my nerves, but my mind was still racing with thoughts of the worst: What if I fall? No one looks good when they fall, but falling naked? That would suck. What if I can't keep up with the rest of the riders, and I end up cycling all by myself- naked? Aaaggghhh! But my friends reassured me that everything would be alright.
We had planned on wearing costumes that night- we are in Portland, after all. Along with the aforementioned few items I wore, I had planned on also wearing my aviator goggles and a cape. As the night continued on, and as more and more great socializing happened pre-naked ride, we lost track of time and wound up running late, so we quickly had to grab our bikes, strip down and hit the road.
As the riders got into position, a marching band played us off and the ride began. A flurry of flesh, tape, skivvies and chrome, slowly rolled onto the streets of Downtown Portland. There were easily over a thousand participants. It was exhilarating, to say the least. Wearing not much more than the smile on my face, I pedaled to my heart's content. Several minutes passed and as we got deeper and deeper into downtown, crowds started emerging from the nightclubs and restaurants, all wondering what exactly it was they were witnessing. By the time we were in the heart of downtown, the number of spectators had turned from a few onlookers to hundreds and hundreds of people. Many were cheering, giving us high-fives, or just standing there speechless, unable to believe what they were seeing. I saw a few spectators mouthing "oh my GOD!" into their cell phones, trying to quickly describe to the other line what was happening. It was the ride of a lifetime.
I loved every minute of the ride! I loved being a part of riding in celebration to deliver a vision of a cleaner, safer, body-positive world to the masses- to show how fragile we can be in comparison to cars, so we must drive with care and compassion when we share the road with bikers. I loved that during the ride, I was never afraid nor was I ashamed to show off my body. I loved it.
Now, whenever I start to feel shy, intimidated or self-conscious in any situation, I can look back at this and say, "What's there to be nervous about? You rode through Downtown Portland naked, for Christ's sake! You can do this, too."
One of the areas I'd really like to work on is my body image. As silly as it sounds, I deny myself the simple pleasure of wearing whatever the hell I want because I become too shy or too hard on myself about my body. Constantly do I put on an outfit, wear it for a few minutes, then shake my head and tell myself, "you look stupid" or "I look like I'm trying to hard. My friends are going to comment on how I look different, and I don't want them to say anything". Then I change back into my comfort zone. Well, I have finally decided to take some steps toward changing my ways. Last Saturday I went out without any clothes on at all.
How's that for a step?
Last Saturday was the annual World Naked Bike Ride and I, yes I was a part of the naked action!
OK, I'll admit, I was wearing some clothes. I donned a helmet (safety first), my 20-hole Dr. Martin's, and my Oregon-loving skivvies (it says "The Beaver State" on the front and "I Love Oregon" across the bum)...and that's all, folks.
Let me tell you a little bit about my night....
The ride began at midnight, and several hours before that, I was enjoying the company of good friends, worrying the night away. My nerves for what was to come later that night were getting the best of me. I will confess that I did need a little liquid courage to help me calm my nerves, but my mind was still racing with thoughts of the worst: What if I fall? No one looks good when they fall, but falling naked? That would suck. What if I can't keep up with the rest of the riders, and I end up cycling all by myself- naked? Aaaggghhh! But my friends reassured me that everything would be alright.
We had planned on wearing costumes that night- we are in Portland, after all. Along with the aforementioned few items I wore, I had planned on also wearing my aviator goggles and a cape. As the night continued on, and as more and more great socializing happened pre-naked ride, we lost track of time and wound up running late, so we quickly had to grab our bikes, strip down and hit the road.
As the riders got into position, a marching band played us off and the ride began. A flurry of flesh, tape, skivvies and chrome, slowly rolled onto the streets of Downtown Portland. There were easily over a thousand participants. It was exhilarating, to say the least. Wearing not much more than the smile on my face, I pedaled to my heart's content. Several minutes passed and as we got deeper and deeper into downtown, crowds started emerging from the nightclubs and restaurants, all wondering what exactly it was they were witnessing. By the time we were in the heart of downtown, the number of spectators had turned from a few onlookers to hundreds and hundreds of people. Many were cheering, giving us high-fives, or just standing there speechless, unable to believe what they were seeing. I saw a few spectators mouthing "oh my GOD!" into their cell phones, trying to quickly describe to the other line what was happening. It was the ride of a lifetime.
I loved every minute of the ride! I loved being a part of riding in celebration to deliver a vision of a cleaner, safer, body-positive world to the masses- to show how fragile we can be in comparison to cars, so we must drive with care and compassion when we share the road with bikers. I loved that during the ride, I was never afraid nor was I ashamed to show off my body. I loved it.
Now, whenever I start to feel shy, intimidated or self-conscious in any situation, I can look back at this and say, "What's there to be nervous about? You rode through Downtown Portland naked, for Christ's sake! You can do this, too."
Friday, June 12, 2009
Try
Sometimes in life, we need to change things up a bit. Try something new, maybe go outside of our comfort zone. This weekend, I'm going to try that. I have a goal in mind- there's an activity involved, and I will give myself a great big high five if I do it. If I don't, I'm lame.
Stay tuned....
Stay tuned....
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Unsatisfying Venting
There are people I have come across in my life, and no matter what I do to distract myself from them, they keep sliding into my mind. It's not a toying of my heart. It's not someone who is particularly intriguing, and they certainly do not please me. It's quite the opposite. They drive me crazy with anger and frustration. I know, I know- it's ugly to feel this way. I'm not usually hell bent on disliking someone. They don't even play a real role in my life- they interrupt others' lives. They are a part of lives that I DO care about. Lives that are constantly teased, tested and tormented because of these people are why my mind races with thoughts of .....
anger.
Just anger.
I don't like feeling this way. I don't know how to get them out of my head. I want them out of my head, not just to let the anger go, but to also keep from giving them the satisfaction of having another person pay attention to them. Attention is what they want, and I hate that I pay attention to them. They don't need my attention. I don't want to give them my attention.
How do I let it go?
Do I vent? Do I yell at them? Do I pour out specifics on this blog, allowing this ugliness to leak out for others to see? Do I need other people to see it- people who are not involved? Hell, I'm not even involved in the situations that make my frustrations develop, but I just can't help it. I'd feel like a bitch if I call out people, name names and tell them that I think these people are fooling no one when they claim to be a victim- when they claim to be justifying their actions based on protecting the feelings of the people they supposedly care about. I want to call them out and cry, "bullshit!" But not only do I think I would feel like I'm being a bitch, but (and maybe even more so) I feel like my words would fall upon deaf ears.
And, of course, it would be cowardly to just bitch and moan about someone, whilst never confronting the actual culprit. Still, why should I care about these people? They have not shown concern for others, so should I show concern for their feelings?
Yes. I am not them.
So what do I do? Why do I care? I am not involved.
Sometimes I fight harder for others than for myself. When someone hurts me personally, I deal with it. When someone hurts someone I care about- I go crazy. This is why I get so angry. I see others getting hurt. I see others being made a fool. I see others being taken advantage of. I see others getting their hearts broken. I watch it all, and I feel like my hands are tied. Not knowing if my words would ever help, I just stay angry, and I'm afraid that my anger will subside only when these people stop the emotional destruction they so selfishly create.
Man, sometimes I wish I could be okay with being the bitch.
anger.
Just anger.
I don't like feeling this way. I don't know how to get them out of my head. I want them out of my head, not just to let the anger go, but to also keep from giving them the satisfaction of having another person pay attention to them. Attention is what they want, and I hate that I pay attention to them. They don't need my attention. I don't want to give them my attention.
How do I let it go?
Do I vent? Do I yell at them? Do I pour out specifics on this blog, allowing this ugliness to leak out for others to see? Do I need other people to see it- people who are not involved? Hell, I'm not even involved in the situations that make my frustrations develop, but I just can't help it. I'd feel like a bitch if I call out people, name names and tell them that I think these people are fooling no one when they claim to be a victim- when they claim to be justifying their actions based on protecting the feelings of the people they supposedly care about. I want to call them out and cry, "bullshit!" But not only do I think I would feel like I'm being a bitch, but (and maybe even more so) I feel like my words would fall upon deaf ears.
And, of course, it would be cowardly to just bitch and moan about someone, whilst never confronting the actual culprit. Still, why should I care about these people? They have not shown concern for others, so should I show concern for their feelings?
Yes. I am not them.
So what do I do? Why do I care? I am not involved.
Sometimes I fight harder for others than for myself. When someone hurts me personally, I deal with it. When someone hurts someone I care about- I go crazy. This is why I get so angry. I see others getting hurt. I see others being made a fool. I see others being taken advantage of. I see others getting their hearts broken. I watch it all, and I feel like my hands are tied. Not knowing if my words would ever help, I just stay angry, and I'm afraid that my anger will subside only when these people stop the emotional destruction they so selfishly create.
Man, sometimes I wish I could be okay with being the bitch.
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