Chocolate

I am definantly a chocolate fan, but it alway's wasn't so. I hated it when I was little, especially chocolate cake (YUCK). Right now, I have discovered Dagoba brand chocolate. I love their dark chocolate especially since I don't have to buy it by the case (Like Xocai, my once favorite brand). I also love that they make it in a gluten free facility so I don't have to worry about that, and they don't fill it up with junk (like some chocolate candy).


This reminds me of the movie Chocolate (say Cho co late with a french accent)... This girl moves into a small french town and starts to make chocolates to support herself (and I think her daughter, it's been a while). She is an alluring person, and the women of the town become jealous of her. The men... Well they act like men. Ahh to be feminine, some people don't appreciate it. Some people appreciate it too much. I like to strike a balance, I could flaunt my femininity, but I don't. I like to be feminine with beautiful gloves, and beautiful handkerchiefs (poking out of my pocket). I don't like to be feminine with my beautiful body poking out, there are definantly better way's of being beautiful.


I stole this picture from another blog site (down to earth, http://down---to---earth.blogspot.com/), cutie, cute, cute. Maybe I will copy it someday. :0)

Can it still hurt?

It's been over 3 years now since you died. At first I just ached and I cried, it felt good to cry, like a release. I couldn't believe it, that I would never see you again. I tried everything to forget, to feel better. I cooked and cleaned, I took long walks, and I cried. There has been a distance between me and everyone around me because they didn't grieve as I did. I thought that life was wrong, and I tried to imagine it was different, but it is not. Things are the way that they are, I cannot change them. For the past couple of weeks I thought that I was better, I have imagined that you are where you are supposed to be and that things are they way they are meant to be. But today, I woke up and you are still gone, I feel right now the ache. I want to cry but chide myself for being rediculous. My friend, I don't know if you will ever leave my heart. I guess that's the way things have to be, how can I forget you anyway? You were a part of me, my friend, and I will never forget.

~Strawberry Girl

Lovely Sentiment

"I am always hopeful that the pendulum will swing back and that women will see again not only the necessity of a mother's being at home, but also the infinite and rich choice in that occupation for women of all ages. Some will complain of monotony, but how few going out to a paid job have the opportunity to make their own schedules, to choose the routine of their week's labor, to follow up creative interests that women have within the home. Our ever-present disciplines, the pattern of creaturely necessities- cooking, laundry, decently clean houses- are a blessing. Beyond the physical care of the family, for better or worse we are shaping souls and characters. Women learn slowly the magnitude of their influence. Perhaps we would be more contented if we could realize that one of the few remaining free professions is that of a housewife. If a woman resents being just a housewife, let her be called an artist..."~Josephine Moffett Benton, in The Pace of a Hen