The Art of Girliness

my shower is currently being used as a drying station for random articles of clothing that i've spray painted.

great use for a shower, by the way.

anyway, this means that every time i've walked into my bathroom this morning, i've been greeted by a fluffy, lacy, pink and white underskirt i made last night. it's joyfully sitting around, waiting to be put under a skirt that's equally girly. and the prospect of wearing this adorable article fills me with joyful anticipation.

now yesterday, a friend of mine asked me who my dad's tom boy was. i told him it was me, like i always do. but within the last twenty four hours i've come to realize that this is not necessarily true.

ture, he did teach me how to throw a football and to hit a baseball when i was a kid. he did teach me how to play basketball, which i would actually be pretty good at if i were competitive or could run at all. i am the daughter who goes to all his sci fi movies and bloody war movies with him when he wants company.

like that one time when everyone went to 'my prince and me'. gag. we watched 'hell boy'.

that was awesome.

i'm the daughter who wears men's clothing on a regular basis. 90% of my friends are guys- congrats to those 3 girls that i actually consider friends- and there have been many occasions when i've needed to remind those guys that i am, in fact, a girl.

early in my life, i caught on that to be gentlemanly, you open doors for others. you use manners. you help your mother with things like taking out the trash. he taught me that real men know how to dance, use handkerchiefs, take pride in their appearance, and stand up for what and who they believe in. and i've tried to live all of these things i've learned from my father.

but absolutely none of this makes me a tom boy. it really just makes me a giant daddy's girl.

my dad has always been the coolest guy i've known. growing up, i totally idolized him. he knew all the coolest music! in high school he was the lead singer in a band! and he had a motorcycle, and he had peirced his ear! my dad was tall and powerful, and super strong! he gave the best, safest hugs. he traveled the world, and he was the smartest person i knew. i mean, he knew absolutely everything!

and my dad is still one of the coolest people i know. now, we don't always get along. i now realize he's not perfect. i think i realized that one somewhere around age 10. occasionally, i have a question he can't answer, and i'm sorry to say that i've outgrown him. his hugs aren't quite so utterly and completely safe anymore. but he is still the only person who can make me cry. which i think might be a good thing. i need to feel things on occasion. it's healthy.

i secretly love watching football with him. but not because i enjoy the football. i just like watching him get uber excited over great plays. i love listening to him yell at the players.

i love how my dad taught all of his girls to be strong and independent.

sometimes i feel that us gals have forgotten how to be ladies with the whole feminist movement. that just makes it so i love that my dad taught me how to be a gentleman even more. i feel that not only does it help me to be a better person, it also helps me to truly appreciate when i meet a gentleman in my life.

today, i'm planning on spending a quiet day in salt lake by myself. i'm dressing up, doing my hair, putting on a skirt. i'll be fun and flirty looking. a complete girl.

and i'm going to be the complete gentleman that my father taught me how to be.

for all of you men who don't have as amazing fathers as i have, here's a site for you to check out:

http://artofmanliness.com/

Magic of Goop

Such a silly girl am I to be so excited over something so simple as glue, but I have a new love, and it's called Amazing Goop. And truly, it is amazing!

With it, I have fixed my mother's large soup tureen which split right in half, made a fabulous wallet, earing, everything! this glue does everything! Flexible, easy to clean, it dries clean- and no matter what, the lid never sticks. Never! Which is fabulous for all you crafters like me, who know that most good glues you can use once and then the lid will never ever come off.

So, there you go. Amazing Goop, to be found at your local craft store and to be used for all things which need sticking.

for all you folks going green...

"Welcome, sulfer dioxide, hello carbon monoxide

the air, the air is everywhere.

breath deep, while you sleep, breath deep"

-Air, from the musical Hair

Tink's Falltime Cake!

Usher in the most fabulous of seasons with this amazingly delicious cake : )

• 2 cups all-purpose flour
• 1 1/2 cups white sugar
• 1/2 cup butter
• 1 cup milk
• 3 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
• 1 teaspoon salt
• 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
• 3 eggs
• 1 packet instant chocolate pudding
• 2 tablespoons pumpkin pie spice

1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees
2. Grease and flour one 9x13 inch pan.
3. Mix together the flour, baking powder and salt; set aside.
4. In a large bowl, cream sugar and butter until light and fluffy. Add eggs one at a time, beating thoroughly after each addition. Add flour mixture alternately with milk, beating just to combine. stir in vanilla.
5. take about a third of the batter and pour it into a seperate bowl. mix in the instant chocolate pudding
6. mix the pumpkin pie spice into the remaining batter.
7. pour the pumpkin flavored batter into your pan. now pour the chocolate batter on top. marbelize the batters with a knife.
8. bake at 350 degrees for about 45 minutes
9. A nice chocolate or pumpkin glaze goes well with this, as well your favorite cream cheese frosting. It's even good enough you can eat it without the frosting! Enjoy!

Today was a vintage day.

I felt like forties. Shoes, hair, clothes, makeup, the works- all tied up with an adorable, floppy white bow.

Ashley was the twenties, complete with pin curls, a bob, and doey eyes.

I have also found a new love. It's called dailybooth, a website that allows me to share my life through pictures. I love and adore it, for as I always say, if you didn't take a picture, it never happened.

Your wish is my comand!

So, my dear Trenton and I are playing the genie game. Basically, he gets 3 last wishes before we part forever. And they been fun. Really fun. We've been hanging out more- ok, really we're back to a normal hang out level, but we didn't see each other for a while there- because of wish #1. And I had a blast with wish #2- finding a big bag of all green M&M's. That was definatley good times for everyone involved! So now I'm just waiting for wish #3.

And he's thought of it.

He just won't tell me what is is.

And that totally freaks me out! Because it can be ANYTHING! And i have to give it to him!
And by have to, I totally mean want to.

So, I had a dream. And now I know what he should ask for, even though it may not be what he had planned.

I dreamed that he asked me to grow a mustache.
And i was frustrated, because I didn't know how! But he basically just laughed and told me I could do it. So, me being the genious I am, decided to grow my hair out really long. And then i braided it, and stuck it on top of my lip. I asked trenton if that would work, but no, he wanted a full handle bar moustache.
No problem! I'm a genie, I can do it!
So, I cut a couple inches off of my uber brais, and fashioned it into s gorgeous handle bar moustache, and super glued that bad boy to my face.
And Trent got his third wish, and was happy.

Thought I should let you all know in case you see me sometime in the near future and I've got a big moustache.

words of love warm and tender

" Like a straying baby lamb

With no mama and no papa

I'm so unhappy, I'm so unhappy yeah

...But oh so glad"

-Mamas and the Papas