Friday, May 31, 2013


 Our story begins with Youtube. Youtube told me that once you cut your celery, you can put it in water and it will regrow and you can have celery! So I tried, and for days and days, I didn't think it was working. I went to throw it away when I found it had roots! So I let it sit and guess what?!

 It growed!

I thought I cut it too far down, so when I made soup with the rest, I made sure to cut above the heart and stuck it in the water to.

It growed to!

I cut way too high that first time.


So then, when I cut up a Pink Lady apple, I found some sprouted apple seeds! Three of them. I chopped the fourth one. Opps.

Now, my oldest daughter is a sensitive soul, so she wanted to plant it to.
She mourned the fourth seedling.

I put them in some potting soil, leaving one on the top.

Eventually the one on top's root started turning purple,

so I figured that was a bad thing and pulled it out. 
I put it in a little shot glass of water and treated it like a sprout you'd eat in a stirfry, which seemed to help.
Eventually it bent over on itself so I latched the lively little guy on the edge and I've been keeping the root wet in hopes it will grow more root.
 Here it is now.

I've also tried regrowing some green onions and romain lettuce.

Green Onions in a jar

Green onions in a pot

 Green onions and celery today.

Lettuce the day after I cut it.

Two days after. (which is today)

P.S Here's my dog again.


Friday, May 24, 2013

A bit of inspiration followed by . . .

Often I'd hear, "They were too young to die."
I think what people mean when they say that is, "they didn't get a chance to reach their full potential." Which is sad, but I think that age does not have to be so restrictive.

There are a lot of people who have actualized some great things in their short lives, and many people who sadly, despite their great age, don't ever do anything.

I had a bucket list once, but I misplaced it so I was thinking about a new one and I realized, these are mostly things I could do often, or have done before and want to do again.

Bucket list/ Reoccurring To Do list:
  • Travel (camp, picnic, go to another state or country)
  • Buy a house with land
(This is stuff I can keep doing)
  • Grow and eat things I love (like raspberries, snow peas, pumpkins,)
  • Make my own environment better (do dishes, start a SpiralScout Circle in Missoula.)
  • Do something for each of my immediate family (cook dinner, snuggle, play)
  • Make someone feel loved (call someone, write a letter, send someone a video they'd like,)
  • Teach someone something
  • Make a list of everyone I love and communicate with them all at least every 3 months.
I've done a lot of things that were on my list so it was longer. That feels really good to, when you check something off your list. Here's a few: I've actualized a bunch of my childhood goals.
  • Write a book 
  • Own a business
  • Be a hypnotist
  • Learn computer programing
  • Have lots of pets
  • Get a third generation in my Sims 2 game
  • Make realistic;
    • Barbie shoes
    • Barbie clothes
    • Barbie food
  • Be a ninja
    • learn Parkour
    • Be sneaky
    • Learn a martial art

It's good to live and to do that I think one needs to know what their definition of living is and what things they want to live.

Brought to you by;
Zack Sobiech,
Secondhand Lions,
Nick  Vl-Va, Vu*cough cough cough
Stranger than Fiction

Now for something completely different!

My cloth diaper compromise.
Warning: contains poop.

Cloth diapers!! Yeay!! Good for the environment! Yeay! Very good for my daughter's sensitive skin! Yeay! Don't have to keep buying them! Yeay!! Horrible to clean. Boo!

So the internet says "washing cloth diapers is ssssooooo super easy, if you can't clean them as good as I can you just aren't doing it right or aren't very smart."
Well here's my "wash the bulk off in the toilet" problem.
  1. Toilets are not meant to clean things and are therefore smooth and round on the bottom.
  2. This means when I put my poopy diaper in the toilet to clean it, it just smashes poo into the cloth of the diaper and on the edges of the toilet to now I need to clean the toilet and also the diaper is now totally soaked in gross icky poo water instead of just the inside of the diaper being covered in poo. :S
     C."Use a sprayer" some might say as a solution. I've used a sprayer. It got the floor wet.

So, I have not found a way to use cloth diapers in a way where I don't have to put poo in my washing machine. Sad. :(
My compromise is that I will get liners for now until my little Luna is eating solid food.

I kind of see liners like disposable diapers, but as much washing as I'm doing, I think it will even things out a bit.

Look at Me Have the Ball Game

I play fetch with my dog, but I have a smart boarder collie so eventually he decides that fetch is no longer fun. At this point he will come up to me as if he's going to give me the ball, but then won't drop it without the command.
This is the "Look at me while I have the ball, game." I hate that game. It's not fun, so I stop playing, which irritates my still board dog who then adds whining.
Game goes like this,
  1. Dog has ball,
  2. I try to take ball,
  3. Dog pulls away 
  4. Dog stares,
  5. I stare
  6. Dog offers ball again
  7. I stare
  8. Dog looks away
  9. I look away
  10. Dog offers ball again
  11. I refuse to look at dog
  12. Dog whines to get me to look at him
  13. I refuse to look at dog
  14. Dog puts his paw on me
  15. I look at dog
  16. Dog offers ball
  17. I try to take ball
  18. Dog pulls ball back
  19. Repeat steps 11 and 12 until dog lays down
I hate that game.

Up next:
Vegetable gardening!

Thursday, May 23, 2013

The Breeziary

The Breeziary:
Putting words into more, human words.

An Introduction.

I think about things most people don't think about and one of those things is words. 

I think about words a lot and I think about what I mean when I say them.

Love, noun, [luhv]
a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.
a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend.
sexual passion or desire.
a person toward whom love is felt; beloved person; sweetheart.
(used in direct address as a term of endearment, affection, or the like): Would you like to see a movie, love?
Well, that really doesn't help in my defination of love, that and the way most dictionaries spell their pronounciations is like a horrible minotaur maze.
SO, I'm making my own dictionary with pronounciations I hope more people can understand in words I hope more people can understand. 
Enemy (any-me) or sometimes, (En-nah-me)
I think an enemy is;
"someone I hate."
 Friend (fur-end) 
My friends are;
"someone I enjoy being around or communicating with."
 Hate (hay-T) or (H-ate)
If I hate someone it means;
"I would not try to save their life if they were in danger and I was the only one able to save them."
Love (L-uh-v)
When I say "I love you" to a person or something else that is alive, I mean;
I enjoy being around you almost every time I'm around you, and I want you to be happy so much, that I will do things to make you happy.
When I say "I love" and then I name something that isn't alive I mean;
"I enjoy this thing so much I want to be around it a lot and if it could feel, I would do things to make it happy."

Word: (W-er-d)
When I say word, I mean;
A sound or sometimes a hand movement or body movement that has a meaning that at least two people agree on. 


Friday, May 17, 2013

Oh Noes!

I ran out of time! Must blog quickly!
Blog blog blog, blog blog.


Friday, May 10, 2013


My brain talks to much.
It's why I had such bad insomnia when I was a kid. It's like my very own Navi, or Annoying Orange which floats around my head and blabbers constantly. It's like constantly flipping through the channels, and then they mix together.

"It was the right choice "
"I need to be the rigid kind of jello that can safely pack a baby into the other room."
"She sat and tried to procrastinate." 
"What am I doing? . . . I don't remember. . . THEN I'LL DO A SILLY DANCE!!"
"I remember when being random made me feel different and alone and sad. Now I embrace myself because-
-I love doughnuts. I pity anyone who hasn't had a Rosauers' doughnut. Rosa-you-ear-z. Rose-our's." 

Explaining my "social experiment" for today.

I'm not sure if this is truly a "social" experiment because it's just me, but I'm feeling lazy so I'm not going to look up what "social experiment" really means.

HOWEVER!! Today I have chosed to do an experiment and BLOG ALL DAY!!
I'm going to post this, then start again and blog all through out the day!

Why am I doing this? BECAUSE! Because before I became a NOVELIST, It makes me feel a bit arrogant to call myself that beings as I've only writen one book, which I guess isn't a "novel" it's more of a "novella" or something cute like that . . .

BECAUSE! Before I became a NOVELLAIST I ruined my brain so now every time I know I'm going to be writing, my brain starts EPICALLY NARRATING my life in third person.

. . . this happens every frickin' Friday :S . . .

SO! In hopes of PURGING my mind of third person, prepare for a day full of EPIC NARRATING!!

P.S I was puking-sick last week so that's why I didn't blog.
P.P.S I didn't know "through out" was two words.
P.P.P.S It seems like I have significant American and German readers! Hi five my fellow Americans for sharing this country with me and to my Germanic readers, I don't speak German, but thank you in English for taking an interest in my silly blog!