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20th-Jan-2008 08:38 pm - Note to self: HAVE to try these.
110g unsalted butter, softened
3/4 cup packed brown sugar
1 egg
2 tsp natural vanilla extract
Zest of 1 lemon
1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
3/4 cup white chocolate chips
1 cup dried cranberries

1. Preheat oven to 180 degrees C.

2. In a large bowl, cream together the butter and brown sugar till smooth and fluffy. Gradually add the egg, vanilla extract and lemon zest and beat till well combined.

3. Sift together the flour and baking soda then mix into the creamed butter mixture, then add the white choc chips and dried cranberries and mix well.

4. Line a baking/cookie tray with non-stick baking paper and carefully scoop tablespoons of the mixture onto the tray, at least 5cm (2 inches) apart as these babies spread!

3. Bake for 8 to 12 minutes in the preheated oven (less if you prefer your cookies chewy, more if you want a little crunch), till they are well puffed, golden on top and nicely browned underneath. Remove the baking tray from the oven and leave the cookies to cool completely on the tray before removing them to a wire rack (be warned, these cookies are EXTREMELY soft and delicate till they have cooled down).
8th-Jan-2008 05:06 pm - Cat's Cradle
"I remembered The Fourteenth Book of Bokonon, which I had read in its entirety the night before. The Fourteenth Book is entitled, 'What Can a Thoughtful Man Hope for Mankind on Earth, Given the Experience of the Past Million Years?' It doesn't take long to read The Fourteenth Book. It consists of one word and a period. This is it: 'Nothing.'"

-chapter 110

I swear, Vonnegut is man after my heart.
earth melts blue
like stained glass angels
falling surreptitiously
among unworthy watchers

dusk falls upon
the glittering old lace
awash in mysterious
delicate rhythm

try to taste
the falling white velvet
like chasing
innocent prayers of
a strawberry youth

hypnotized by winter's
3rd-Nov-2007 11:14 am - Fathers
Its a miracle I fell in love with a man who is such a good father...

Especially since I've never known one before him. You think my father would be happy for us. Happy that we're going to being moving our lives in a positive direction. But instead he's just whining about how we're victimizing him because we're going to Colorado and he's stuck here in California.

And by stuck, I do mean literally. Prisons aren't really known for letting people out whenever they just please...He's there because HE made bad choices. I refuse to be made to feel guilty because for once I'm about to make a GOOD choice.

30th-Oct-2007 07:03 pm - Old wounds
I sometimes wish I could understand my own obsessive need to pick at old wounds. The raw self-destructiveness of it.

They run deep and most still have fresh scabs. You'd think I'd know better...

28th-Oct-2007 05:15 pm - sowwies!
So I haven't really been posting or commenting much lately, and I just want to throw an "I'm sorry" out there to everyone that reads and comments on my journal. I really love all the support and want y'all to know I appreciate you.

Most of you have kids so I'm sure you totally understand why I haven't been posting much lately since I just had a baby. That and now that we've decided we're moving, I'm busy trying to plan things for the big day.

Know that I'll be back online soon, just trying to sort everything out and get into some semblance of a schedule with Rileysaurus. Hope everyone is doing well!

24th-Oct-2007 06:18 am - my lil cutie
halloween puppy
I know, I know. All I've been doing is posting pictures. But I can't help it. He's SO cute.

22nd-Oct-2007 08:23 pm - Dear Sweet God,
halloween puppy

I love this boy.

19th-Oct-2007 11:43 pm - He's here!!!
halloween puppy
Riley Alexander Martin

Born October 10, 2007 @ 8:54 p.m.
Weight: 8.7 lbs
Length: 19 inches

From this:

To this:


5th-Oct-2007 08:49 pm - WARNING: Rant ahead
DISCLAIMER: I LOVE my family. They are the most important thing to me seeing as most of my friends (er, more like all but one or two) jumped ship after I got pregnant.

Anyways, I CANNOT stand most of them right now! Not my mom or Ryan, whom I live with and have been amazing lately, but my extended family. My aunts, grandma, dad (he's not extended but he's currently incarcerated and we don't see much of each other right now), etc.

Everyone keeps calling me "wanting to know how I'm doing, is anything different, am I okay, blahBlahBLAH". Omigod! I don't need 18 phone calls a day from 5 different people wanting to discuss how THEY think the pregnancy and birth should be going. I'M DONE. This is why we set up the phone call tree. So I don't have to talk to all of you everyday! Its exhausting.

Grrr. I love these people, really I do. But I'm SOOOO tired of hearing everyone's opinions. You get a free pass to offer it once and then shuttup. I don't need it shoved down my throat. And I don't need to hear 80 different labor stories, because they're just stressing me out.

I feel like people are asking me to make purple turn left. (no, thats not supposed to make sense) Everyone keeps wanting to know how I'm "feeling". Frustrated. Okay? I was frustrated two weeks ago, I'm still frustrated. How would you feel if you'd been waiting on the edge of your seat for weeks to have a baby, even with an effaced and ripened cervix for TWO WEEKS, but STILL NO BABY?

You'd feel frustrated too. And you'd probably just want to get your mind off it. Not have to explain it 18 times when you're 41 weeks pregnant.

Oh and by the way, its just fetal monitoring. Literally, I'm in a room, not a doctor's office, a nice hotel looking room. With a heartbeat monitor strapped to my tummy and I get to take a 20 minute nap and go home. Its not "call the entire family and update them that I took a nap" worthy.

I get all these freaking calls - "How'd it go?!?!" Fine. If something was wrong, I would have called. But it wasn't. In fact - there's nothing to report. Please leave me alone so I can try to mentally prepare myself for bringing a child into this world instead of holding your hand while you worry about the fact that I was taking a nap this morning!

GRRRAWR! I know this all might seem a little harsh/hormonal/irrational. Whatever. It probably is. But I at least feel better ranting it here, so I don't end up yelling and crying on the phone to my grandmother about how she's such a jerk for calling AGAIN to see how I'm doing.

That would just be rude. And silly.

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