I have chosen a wheat- golden color because it reminds me of a "Harvest" color. I love this time of year!
Children returning to school soon, the night air becoming more crisp, in Utah the colors of the mountains are changing to yellows and reds.I miss this time of year in Utah. My home.
Reader, in Turkey the family I live with, my in laws to be, are from Bulgaria. In this little village they were removed from, all the women got together and would cook what is called in Turkish "Kavahvatalık". This means "With Breakfast" in a literal translation. But, what it is is a special tomato sauce. This type sauce is only made in this Village. Now that time is passing and people are getting older and even the Generation of my people, this Tomato Sauce is becoming obsolete. People are becoming less interested in making it because it is really time consuming. It is cooked in an open fire and the reason why is because it makes this special flavor. This flavor can only be achieved with the ingredients and the open flame cooking. I am thrilled this year because every year Anne, Anneanne and teyze all get together and cook it. Last year, I was able to witness some of this because I was here. I felt bad because I did not understand Turkish enough to know what was going on and so I visited but was not able to help much. I did not understand when they were cutting things and buying the ingredients etc... So I asked them if the next year (which is now) to please let me help and teach me how to make it and I would be better at helping because my Turkish will be ore to par. They agreed and so Anne told me on Monday that we will be making it this week... Right now tomatoes, red bell peppers and egg plant is all in high season and at a low low price.
We went to the Tuesday Bazaar. Oooh how big it is in Çorlu!!! I have never seen anything like it! Anyone of my friends would love seeing all the sights. The Farmers Sales men singing and shouting "Buy from us... Fresh Tomatoes, Sweet Strawberries!!" people selling all manner of things, not just fruit or vegetables, baby chicks are sold in the spring, clothing, pashminas, etc.
We went to the Tuesday Bazaar and bought 200 pounds of vegetable ingredients for the tomato breakfast sauce. Today we made the fire pit, and we cut the ingredients for tomorrow, when we will cook outside.
I am so excited. I will take a lot of pictures. Count on getting some posts of this wonderful, marvelous succulent breakfast sauce. I wish everyone can taste it. It is really heavenly. I am so happy I am learning how to cook this Family Fall Time Tradition. I will cook this every year all the days of my life. I feel so honored that I am a part of this Tradition. I will add it to my traditions along with canning pumpkin, and any other traditions.
I shall post said pictures in a couple of days.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Monday, August 22, 2011
Talking about others
So, I have had a lot of things on my mind.
I have been thinking about words. Words we use to each other and words we say to others.
Words do not always intend to hurt. Sometimes they are matter of fact.
However, words hurt.
When I was younger, not a whole lot smaller, but I was in 5th grade, there were a group of boys that would follow me on the play ground during lunch. They would say really mean and hurtful things to me. I would come home and tell my mom. The things they said would really ruin my whole day. I would have a perfectly fine day, but by lunch time would come around, my day would be destroyed. Everyday I would come home and tell my mom about it.
I played the cello in the morning and would carry my cello with me to school an hour sometimes two hours before school started. The boys that would be really mean to me on the playground had older siblings that would go to school with my older sisters. They, too would pick on me. I would try everything I could to not walk near the bus stops and even I would go across the street to avoid walking near the bus stops. I had to be at the school at /:15 to set up my cello and play by 7:25-7:30. We would play until 8:45. I would come home from playing the cello and beg my parents to take me to the school the next day. My parents would say things lie... Tell them I 'm sorry you feel that way... Or try ignoring them... MY parents would even tell me the all time favorite lie parents tell their daughters when a boy is bullying:"Boys do that because they have a big crush on you" bit. I did everything that my parents told me. I would say the stupid things they would tell me to say, I would ignore them when they told me to, but much to my chagrin, the boys got worse. Everyday it was worse and worse. There were about 4-5 boys. Sometimes, on the way home from school the boys would throw rocks at me. They would hit me in the back of the head, they would throw dirt at me and they would kick me. One day the boys threw burrs in my hair. I had long hair and my mom and I were allergic to the burrs and my mom had to spend about two hours getting the burrs out of my hair. When that happened, I thought,"Like me? They LİKE ME???" I really started to grow a sense of resentment towards the fact that my parents were so complacent to the situation. I felt like I was deserted by everyone. By the end of the school year, I was so happy that I had three months away from the boys.(I had to see them at church and a couple of the kids were in my Sunday School Class) Our family was going to spend the whole Summer in Alaska and I would not have to endure them for a long time. To say the least I was so excited because by the time I left 5th Grade, They had decided to include in their Vendetta against me many of the girls in my own class, In deed I was being pecked at by many kids before the Summer had begun.
When I came back for 6th Grade, I was the tallest in the class and even taller than my Teacher, who was actually really very tall. I was about an inch taller than her and I was 5' 9".
ıt only took about four days into the school year for the ids to start up on their being mean to me again. I could not understand it. I was tired of it. The teasing got more and more worse.
One day, I thought... I will snap. I did. One boy whom I shall remain here nameless but I will call him Hermie Wah Wah because that is what I named him because he was not nice to me at all... Took my pencil. We were taking a test where you have to use only pencils and color in the bubble.. He took the only pencil I had right out of my hand. I was shocked. He was violating the rules. The teacher said to us that there will be no talking, do not look at anyone's papers, if you need to get up raise your hand and the teacher will come to you and you can tel her what you need. So, I raised my hand. Seeing that this was a time issue because the tests were timed, I had raised my hand for 3 minutes but it felt like 15, I told him... Give me my pencil. No, he said and was smiling. I said give it now. He smiled and said No. I said I am going to count to 5 if you do not give me my pencil you will regret taking it. One... He stuck his tıngue out at me. Two, he smiled and threw my pencil. Three he started laughing Four... He sat there and Five... POW... I socked him right in the eye as hard as I could. He went flying out of his seat. I was shocked he went flying. I honestly thought he would just sit there but he went flying. Next thing I knew it I was being dragged out into the hallway where the teacher was so upset at me. ME! Hermie stole my pencil, threw it across the room and I told him he was going to regret doing it. I warned him before I punched him and I was nice... I counted before punching him, too. I felt like I was being fair because of all the ridicule I had been through up to the point that one more thing just really pushed me over the edge. My teacher said Why? I said I raised my hand, You did not come, I had to finish my test and He would not give it back. I counted before I punched him and I told him 4 times before to give me my pencil back. She was at a loss. I was never like that before the bullies. I really had no idea he would go flying like that but I did intend to punch him. I did not get suspended, nor did I get a write up. I did have to take the test alone and in another room but that did not bother me the least amount. What happened? Hermie went home with a badly bruised nose, and two black eyes. What happened to everyone around me? They stopped all mean things to me. One girl was mean to me, I pulled her hair really hard and after that we became the best of friends. She is still my friend to this day. We even joke about all the things we used to do together. Those boys? They were my friends on FB... And a couple of years ago for some reason Snuggle told me to delete them from FB... But we actually became really good friend.
The point to this is that there is a saying, "Sticks and Stones may break my bones but names will never hurt me." For some reason I never bought into that. Words hurt me and worse than most people.
What did I learn about those bullies? What I learned is that people are bullies to people and will say things to them and about them, but the more they speak ill or think about someone, the easier it is to continue to speak and thin badly about those around you. It is human to judge others and to be rude. It is not the right way to be though, and interesting enough, the more rude or bad you think about others, the worse you feel about yourself! It is so easy to think and speak very badly about others when they are not in the room. But what does that do to you? First of all it makes you look bad. Second of all, there is a type of person that does that and people do not trust them. Third of all they end up really having a poor self esteem because the whole reason they are speaking ill about others is to make themselves feel better but it does not work that way. The exact opposite happens. They actually start feeling like they are being thought ill about the person they are speaking ill about. Sometimes, and in most cases this can be true, If they speak the same language. However, when the person that is being spoken about is in a different country and even in a place where they do not speak that language, they do not hear nor understand all that is being said about them, they do not have to hear all the bad. So that means that they do not think badly about the person that is in fact talking bad about them. I think for the person being rude and speaking badly about the person that is not done anything... That is good redemption time. That can be a blessing.
It never ever is a good thing to speak bad about others because there is no good that comes out of it.
It makes you ... The person talking... Like you are the one with the problem
The person you are talking about can not trust you
The person you are talking about feels uncomfortable
You make it uncomfortable when you talk about others in a bad way behind thier back
It brings a negative feeling around you
It makes others think "If she or he can say that about that erson what are they saying when I am not there about me?"
I have never tolerated this type of behavior and I found that those that do have nothing in their lives but the want of creating a soap Opera that does not exist but rather, a perpetual dramatization of Wo is me and how bad my life is... Let's pick on someone today to make myself feel better...
I have also found that speaking bad about others makes it easier and easier to dislike that person. There are few people in life I really dislike. Fewer people I hate. Yes, I hate a few people in my life. But, I would not even talk ill about those people because I feel that it only causes me to look bad and I really do not want to hate anyone. I find that taking it to the next level by not just talking about someone but continually finding false with that person is such an easy out to something more sinister. I think there is a deep rooted jealousy and envy over something. Maybe is attention, maybe is something else but I really find that on a continuous basis someone that keeps looking for the bad things in someone... There is somethings more sinister plan that is going on and for that I am taking my discernment and staying away from any of those people.
I have also thought to post this song on my blog because it is how I feel about how people can say bad about me when they have no idea about me
I can not get this song on here... Ugh
This is the perfect song for how I feel about people talking bad about me
I have been thinking about words. Words we use to each other and words we say to others.
Words do not always intend to hurt. Sometimes they are matter of fact.
However, words hurt.
When I was younger, not a whole lot smaller, but I was in 5th grade, there were a group of boys that would follow me on the play ground during lunch. They would say really mean and hurtful things to me. I would come home and tell my mom. The things they said would really ruin my whole day. I would have a perfectly fine day, but by lunch time would come around, my day would be destroyed. Everyday I would come home and tell my mom about it.
I played the cello in the morning and would carry my cello with me to school an hour sometimes two hours before school started. The boys that would be really mean to me on the playground had older siblings that would go to school with my older sisters. They, too would pick on me. I would try everything I could to not walk near the bus stops and even I would go across the street to avoid walking near the bus stops. I had to be at the school at /:15 to set up my cello and play by 7:25-7:30. We would play until 8:45. I would come home from playing the cello and beg my parents to take me to the school the next day. My parents would say things lie... Tell them I 'm sorry you feel that way... Or try ignoring them... MY parents would even tell me the all time favorite lie parents tell their daughters when a boy is bullying:"Boys do that because they have a big crush on you" bit. I did everything that my parents told me. I would say the stupid things they would tell me to say, I would ignore them when they told me to, but much to my chagrin, the boys got worse. Everyday it was worse and worse. There were about 4-5 boys. Sometimes, on the way home from school the boys would throw rocks at me. They would hit me in the back of the head, they would throw dirt at me and they would kick me. One day the boys threw burrs in my hair. I had long hair and my mom and I were allergic to the burrs and my mom had to spend about two hours getting the burrs out of my hair. When that happened, I thought,"Like me? They LİKE ME???" I really started to grow a sense of resentment towards the fact that my parents were so complacent to the situation. I felt like I was deserted by everyone. By the end of the school year, I was so happy that I had three months away from the boys.(I had to see them at church and a couple of the kids were in my Sunday School Class) Our family was going to spend the whole Summer in Alaska and I would not have to endure them for a long time. To say the least I was so excited because by the time I left 5th Grade, They had decided to include in their Vendetta against me many of the girls in my own class, In deed I was being pecked at by many kids before the Summer had begun.
When I came back for 6th Grade, I was the tallest in the class and even taller than my Teacher, who was actually really very tall. I was about an inch taller than her and I was 5' 9".
ıt only took about four days into the school year for the ids to start up on their being mean to me again. I could not understand it. I was tired of it. The teasing got more and more worse.
One day, I thought... I will snap. I did. One boy whom I shall remain here nameless but I will call him Hermie Wah Wah because that is what I named him because he was not nice to me at all... Took my pencil. We were taking a test where you have to use only pencils and color in the bubble.. He took the only pencil I had right out of my hand. I was shocked. He was violating the rules. The teacher said to us that there will be no talking, do not look at anyone's papers, if you need to get up raise your hand and the teacher will come to you and you can tel her what you need. So, I raised my hand. Seeing that this was a time issue because the tests were timed, I had raised my hand for 3 minutes but it felt like 15, I told him... Give me my pencil. No, he said and was smiling. I said give it now. He smiled and said No. I said I am going to count to 5 if you do not give me my pencil you will regret taking it. One... He stuck his tıngue out at me. Two, he smiled and threw my pencil. Three he started laughing Four... He sat there and Five... POW... I socked him right in the eye as hard as I could. He went flying out of his seat. I was shocked he went flying. I honestly thought he would just sit there but he went flying. Next thing I knew it I was being dragged out into the hallway where the teacher was so upset at me. ME! Hermie stole my pencil, threw it across the room and I told him he was going to regret doing it. I warned him before I punched him and I was nice... I counted before punching him, too. I felt like I was being fair because of all the ridicule I had been through up to the point that one more thing just really pushed me over the edge. My teacher said Why? I said I raised my hand, You did not come, I had to finish my test and He would not give it back. I counted before I punched him and I told him 4 times before to give me my pencil back. She was at a loss. I was never like that before the bullies. I really had no idea he would go flying like that but I did intend to punch him. I did not get suspended, nor did I get a write up. I did have to take the test alone and in another room but that did not bother me the least amount. What happened? Hermie went home with a badly bruised nose, and two black eyes. What happened to everyone around me? They stopped all mean things to me. One girl was mean to me, I pulled her hair really hard and after that we became the best of friends. She is still my friend to this day. We even joke about all the things we used to do together. Those boys? They were my friends on FB... And a couple of years ago for some reason Snuggle told me to delete them from FB... But we actually became really good friend.
The point to this is that there is a saying, "Sticks and Stones may break my bones but names will never hurt me." For some reason I never bought into that. Words hurt me and worse than most people.
What did I learn about those bullies? What I learned is that people are bullies to people and will say things to them and about them, but the more they speak ill or think about someone, the easier it is to continue to speak and thin badly about those around you. It is human to judge others and to be rude. It is not the right way to be though, and interesting enough, the more rude or bad you think about others, the worse you feel about yourself! It is so easy to think and speak very badly about others when they are not in the room. But what does that do to you? First of all it makes you look bad. Second of all, there is a type of person that does that and people do not trust them. Third of all they end up really having a poor self esteem because the whole reason they are speaking ill about others is to make themselves feel better but it does not work that way. The exact opposite happens. They actually start feeling like they are being thought ill about the person they are speaking ill about. Sometimes, and in most cases this can be true, If they speak the same language. However, when the person that is being spoken about is in a different country and even in a place where they do not speak that language, they do not hear nor understand all that is being said about them, they do not have to hear all the bad. So that means that they do not think badly about the person that is in fact talking bad about them. I think for the person being rude and speaking badly about the person that is not done anything... That is good redemption time. That can be a blessing.
It never ever is a good thing to speak bad about others because there is no good that comes out of it.
It makes you ... The person talking... Like you are the one with the problem
The person you are talking about can not trust you
The person you are talking about feels uncomfortable
You make it uncomfortable when you talk about others in a bad way behind thier back
It brings a negative feeling around you
It makes others think "If she or he can say that about that erson what are they saying when I am not there about me?"
I have never tolerated this type of behavior and I found that those that do have nothing in their lives but the want of creating a soap Opera that does not exist but rather, a perpetual dramatization of Wo is me and how bad my life is... Let's pick on someone today to make myself feel better...
I have also found that speaking bad about others makes it easier and easier to dislike that person. There are few people in life I really dislike. Fewer people I hate. Yes, I hate a few people in my life. But, I would not even talk ill about those people because I feel that it only causes me to look bad and I really do not want to hate anyone. I find that taking it to the next level by not just talking about someone but continually finding false with that person is such an easy out to something more sinister. I think there is a deep rooted jealousy and envy over something. Maybe is attention, maybe is something else but I really find that on a continuous basis someone that keeps looking for the bad things in someone... There is somethings more sinister plan that is going on and for that I am taking my discernment and staying away from any of those people.
I have also thought to post this song on my blog because it is how I feel about how people can say bad about me when they have no idea about me
I can not get this song on here... Ugh
This is the perfect song for how I feel about people talking bad about me
Thursday, August 4, 2011
The Albion Basin
Today I went with my mom to the Albion Basin. The picture below is a sampling of what my mom and I took yesterday! I can not wait for the battery of the camera I am borrowing to charge!
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| I just love the Rockies! Rocky Mountain High! |
It was gorgeous. We hiked on the Cecret Trail and was going to go to the Lake (I really wanted to go) When we got .6 of the 1.6 miles there we took many pictures and my mom felt like she could not go more and I did not want to leave here there to finish the hike. We were sitting n the valley, taking pictures of each other and I took off my shoes to look like I was barefooted. My mom said we have some really great pictures of me. I am excited to post them. There are trails all over the Basin and the mountains were just stunning. The day was over cast and sadly my mom and I were hoping to get some sun but that really did not happen because it was so over cast. We walked back to the Basin area, although we did not go in the Basin, we were on the out skirts.
We decided to get more pictures of me and my mom in the meadow parts and I put my Camel back down on the ground so I did not have it on my back in the pictures. Little did I know that it was sitting on an ant hill. I was taking pictures of my mom while she was in fields of Forget-me-nots. They are growing abundantly there and there were orange flowers and yellow daisies. It was just stunning. My mom and I were on the out side of the Basin for about 15 minutes in the latter part of our journey. All the while the ants were nervously scurrying, and I decided to sit down right where I put my Camel Back. I had no idea I was right on the ant hill and I looked down and saw these ants, rather big ones, yet black, all over my camelback. I said to my mom about how big they were and just then realized they were all over my shoes. I got up from where I was sitting and started swiping them off of me.
I walked away from the hill but they were still all over and I was trying to get them off my legs,and feet (even with my shoes on) when I said to my mom they were starting to bite me. My mom said "Black ones do not bite" I said mom they really are biting me. She then said "I am sure they will not bite as hard". When while I was still trying to get them off of me and some had crawled up my shorts and started biting my bottom, but I got some on my ankles and legs too! My mom started getting bites on her neck but she was not even sitting near where I was. "Ouch" she said and started swiping a couple off her neck. I said,"What happened?" She said I think "I am getting bit too". I said, "They don't bite as hard now?" and we laughed about it but I got a few bites on my bottom, and thought when I get home I will put bleach on them (because that is what you do when you get a bee sting or ant bites).
Well, I will post pictures later, but let me just say: Good thing that I have such a wonderful man! Because don't you think it would be just stupid and insane if I were to only say, "I got bit by ants on my butt today" and try to tell him what happened, but I got to "I got bit by ants today" and he would have said, "You should stay in USA..." and later n an email tell me that I would have to be naked and that he does not believe my ant bite story... Good thing I have a better man than that, right??!?!
I mean that would just be insane and nothing like my man to tell me that he does not believe me when I say that I was bit by ants. Not only that to say that it is good that I got bit by ants... That would be more insane right???
I am so happy I have a great guy that would NEVER say that to me... And would laugh how much if he heard how I was sitting on an ant hill, and got tons of ants all over my feet and how funny would have been to see me trying to get rid of them. I will post pictures of my day with my mom in a few hours. I took so any pictures with me and my mom that my battery went dead and her memory card went full!!! What a day implanted in my memory with my mom!
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
I had to post this!!!
I love finding funny this and posting them. I was looking today, upon a break from job hunting, at Wedding Dresses. I found something so hideous and funny I had to post it.
Rest assured, I will not look like a Crack Bride when I get married. (Yes... The Snuggle can thank me) I do however wish the horse came with the dress... I want one with a horse... That notion is a cool one
Rest assured, I will not look like a Crack Bride when I get married. (Yes... The Snuggle can thank me) I do however wish the horse came with the dress... I want one with a horse... That notion is a cool one
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| Look how she is slouching! Is that supposed to be really cool? Bahahaha! She looks like she is too tall for the dress and on crack... Makes me laugh every time I see it |
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