The poet in me.

I am not a poet.

However, I was compelled to write a poem for a class. This is the one that I love best.

It is inspired by my family.

Hibiscus

Through the doorway of the room
the painted Hibiscus can be seen
the soft rounded petals are as flat as the wall
the babies cries can be heard
from the hall to the master bedroom
to the screen on the open window
the father is reading his book
hundreds of pages turning to one.
He is content
and loved by all the world.

Betty is the lady...

Betty Crocker is the lady.
When I was a little girl I used to go to my grandparents' house every spring break and eat loaves upon loaves of crunchy home-made bread.
(okay, so I didn't really like the crunchy bread back then but my how the times have changed.)
As I grew older and ultimately more mature ( I am quite charming and mature these days...) I developed a desire to have the basic skill of bread making passed down to me.

The time finally came last week.
My grandparents visited me in the great state of Florida (their first visit ever!!) and graciously took the time to show me how to bake bread.
Apparently I was cooking blind in the kitchen because my Grandmother bought me a "Betty Crocker" cook book and my world has changed.
THAT BOOK IS FREAKIN AWESOME!!

Seriously, If you don't own a copy, go out and buy one RIGHT now. (Wal-Mart is open 24-hours; there are no excuses for not having one by this time tomorrow...)

Absent.

So I guess at least two people read my blog.
Sorry I have been absent. In the last few weeks the Smith Family has driven at least 1200 miles round trip. We have gone south (to Orlando) then north (to Chattanooga) and south again (home). Our trips were great. We had a great time reconnecting with most of the different branches of our families (the only branch missing is the one my dad sits on).

When we were in Orlando we went non-stop all day. It was great. Jane had a wonderful time at the theme parks and Jake and I were able to relax a little bit too. Grandparents are great.

Chattanooga was a visual feast for the eyes. The fall colors were present in full effect. There was a national rowing competion on the Tennessee river the weekend we were there and the temperature was cool enough for a light jacket but not cool enough for hats and gloves.

Now we are all tired from our travels. Jane is finally figuring out how to sleep through the night again (Only because we make her cry in her bed if she wakes up or refuses to go to sleep). She does have a mystery virus though so we are pretty muched locked in for the next week.

I've got a lot of pictures to post from our different trips but no energy to post them right now. For those faithful readers that notice if I don't repost for three weeks, I promise I won't make you wait that long.

For everyone else...
you won't notice anyways.

Ciao!
Je suis une flame parmi des femmes.