Cinnamon Pear Oatmeal
This had been my sick&on antibiotics breakfast for the past few days, so I though I’d share it.
My stomach has been very sensitive to high protein&dense dairy products since I’ve been sick and the milk in this oatmeal has been my main source of protein and dairy for the past few days. (Pathetic, I know)
Start by brewing your oats with half water-half milk.
So if you are making 1cup dry oats,
Boil 1/2 cup of milk with half a cup of water.
Add your oats and cook for a minute.
Then add milk to thin the meal and cook until your oats are soft.
Cut up 1 pear (keep the skin on) and toss into your oats as they are finishing cooking. You want them to get warm w/o fully cooking because they will melt away.
Add chopped nuts if you got em.
Toss on a puff of cinnamon and a pinch if brown sugar and stir that shit up.
I top mine with more milk because that’s what my mom always did, but you may not want that.
You can cook with pears almost everywhere you would use apples, but just remember they will melt if you aren’t careful.
After months of dreaming if a new apartment, and looking at listings way too far in advance, I realize that due to our trip to Michigan in August, we are going to have to find a place, pack, and move in within two weeks.
So yeah… August is going to be fun. Perhaps I should stay preparing in advance.
Maybe sell the bed+box spring this month.
I wish we could get movers again. I H A T E moving. I feel like suck a strong, healthy person until I move. And I’m always moving with men who have this crazy macho moving hubris where no breaks are allowed and they can carry six boxes and a sofa up ten flights of stairs alone.
Meanwhile, the mere stairs are exhausting me to the point of passing out.
Anyway, I guess it’s time to chart a calendar.
I wish that if I deleted a past post, it would delete it everywhere it was reblogged.
That way I could take back all the pretty things I’ve posted that have been reposted with the credit removed, and replaced with some racist advertisement for the reblogging blog like- “¥•¥CliCk hERe FoR MOAR GypSy OrIeNtAL KaWaiIIiii!!¥•¥:a}”
Avory Faucette (via woozypumpkins)
i.e. how to deal with being called out
(via grrrl-gear)
Full Moon.
She is the Mother, the power of fruition. She nourishes what the New Moon has begun.
See her open arms, her full breasts, her womb burgeoning with life.
Feel your own power to nurture, to give, to make manifest what is possible.
She is the sexual woman; her pleasure in union is the moving force that sustains all life. Feel the power in your own pleasure, in orgasm.
Her color is the red if blood, which is life. Call her name, “Mari!” And feel your own ability to love.
ah! I didn’t know my posing was so awkward!
went to super target and bought a two tier bento box for $7,
and there was this really beautiful black lady who had two kids (one of whom was dressed like a princess-she rocked that tiara on top of her natural hair)
she pulled me aside and told me that seeing me made me smile, and that I should keep doing what I love despite the haters, because some people just stare at me because they are jealous that they don’t have the confidence to do what I do, and no one can pull it off like I can. she and her two kids smiled at me and it made my day. on the way out, this little blonde boy jumped and pointed at me and said “Look mom! she’s really pretty!” the mother said to him “why don’t you tell her that?” he then looked at me, and with a big grin said “You are really pretty!” it was really adorable.
that was the first day that I’ve gotten nothing but positive reactions. I had fun!
deco Earrings and Ring are by Princess Mint
*tears*WWAAHH!!! That story is so sweeeeettt!!!
It’s hard looking different, even if you know you are adorable because people in public will continuously act like you are a freak- but days like this are what makes it worth it. Knowing that you aren’t alone and that your cuteness inspires others to stay cute and not hide their cuteness. And also, having children think you are magical. That’s fucking awesome.
I’m really sick of seeing my Facebook friends post about how happy they are about their diet. I was to give them a hug, and tell them that I’ll be there for them when they are done and want to live their life again. But that’s exactly what they don’t want to hear and will probably just make them angry at me.
It’s amazing too when it’s a grown woman who was thin her whole life and who wants to lose weight now, who doesn’t have this life-long history of failed dieting and poisonous thinking who REALLY isn’t anywhere NEAR ready to hear that she is wasting her time and doing more harm than good. My friend has turned hunger into a demon she has to fight.
Hunger is your body’s natural way of talking to you, not a lying demon or a pathology to be cured.
But there’s nothing I can say. I can’t tell her that she is being her own demon. It’s hard being a woman and we are supposed to be thin despite our biological disposition for being soft and fatty…. She is a biologist too…
Maybe she’ll figure it out on her own. I just feel so helpless
