Practiced truest Rouxs
Gumbo for the weekends roots
on the weekdays too
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6.
Lisa Frank. Chess games
Monopoly. Connect four
Dodgeballs. Roller skates
21.
Shamed! I have a prompt
My half drafts, rough drafts, final!
Winds says let it go
25.
Now as an adult
Woody had problems for real
The attachment? Sad.
1.
My Life’s Summers Truths
A Haiku Experience
A brew to enjoy
What Happened To The Pine-Sol Lady?
In my pursuit of maintaining a clean and fresh home environment, Pine-Sol has become a staple in my cleaning as a mom. The cleaning power of Pine-Sol has proven effective in tackling various surfaces, from kitchen floors to bathroom tiles. Its ability to cut through grease and grime not only simplifies the cleaning process but also leaves surfaces gleaming, leaving a residue of a lemon-fresh scent that brings back childhood memories.
One of the aspects I appreciate about Pine Sol is its variety of scents. The pleasant aroma lingers after cleaning, creating a welcoming atmosphere throughout the house. As a mom, this aromatic touch adds an extra layer of freshness that is particularly appreciated in high-traffic areas. Whether it’s the classic pine scent or lemon, Pine-Sol contributes to a home that not only looks clean but also smells clean.
The effectiveness Pine-Sol goes beyond its cleaning capabilities because it provides a sense of reliability too. Knowing that I can trust Pine-Sol to deliver consistent results gives me confidence in maintaining a healthy and clean environment for my family. Because of its price and how it never lets me down when cleaning, it definitely should be a choice for moms seeking a dependable cleaning solution. Pine-Sol contributing to a home that feels truly refreshed and revitalized is a product that works for me and that I will continue to use in this lifetime.
35.
When the beets churn red
The hypertension stays low
A woman’s graced age
The beat I know by heart is the sound of my own drum combined with treading rhythms of toddlers tapping on hardwood floors, and a teenager opening up a bag of chips for a late night snack.
Perhaps I’ve unlocked a new superpower?
I had no clue about the life of “the middle aged woman”. Some days when away from my reality, I enjoy taking walks inside of my mind. I’m usually either building underground cities, admiring future imaginaries, or watching myself plan to write something like this.
It’s the most recurring outer body experience, just like sipping on beet juice.
Detoxifying, weight managing, cognitive functioning, it’s a win. But most importantly, drinking beet juice is refreshing.
I’ve been revitalized, and can carry on throughout the rest of my day…
Mine Grows Mean…
I’ve gone on another sprouting adventure.
Due to sprouting and using jars, it’s placed me on a journey to harvest microgreens. My goal is to perfect the process before the Summertime and choose which method works best.
What did I use?
Items I had laying around in my home of course!
– leftover strawberry trays
– moist paper towels
– spray bottle
– mixed broccoli and spicy radish seeds
This was my final result, and during the process I made plenty of mistakes. There is a reason for this though. My impatience, wavering, and tentative approach. A harsh evaluation, but the truth set me free, immediately.
Because I didn’t follow the “how-to” consistently, it led to an overpacked tray of seeds that didn’t have enough room to sprout to its full potential. I did not routinely spritz water on my greens, and I skipped a day or two!
Overall, this was definitely an experience, but there will be a next time…
House’s Order, Sprout! Pt. 2
What I have noticed is that in the whimsical world of sprouting, jars become tiny incubators of life. As seeds snugly nestle within the glass confines, a magical transformation unfolds. It’s like a miniature garden party where each sprout dons its green party hat and stretches towards the lid, eager to join the celebration of growth. The jar becomes a dance floor for the sprouts, swaying to the rhythm of water and sunlight. With each day, the once dormant seed burst into a lively parade of freshness, turning the jar into a vibrant spectacle of natures own confetti. It’s a “sproutacular affair” where every jar tells a story of resilience, renewal.
This is my experience, check out the process…
Sprouting using cheesecloth wasn’t a complete failure. As you can see, my legumes did sprout. Yet nothing was edible due to the scent and taste of mildew. I found out later that I was using the wrong covering to drain the water.
I decided to think fast and use this fruit netting to ensure the correct drainage of my seeds. It truly made a difference.
Unfortunately, by not securely fastening the net to the brim of the jar I experienced a few seeds falling down the drain. Could you imagine how I felt when I thought I had tied the net onto my sprouting jar?! It was discouraging, but I had to charge it as a rookie mistake.
One of the best parts of sprouting is “de-hulling”. That means I am separating the hulls and the un-sprouted seeds. The process takes about two to three rinses.
Vibrance in the palm of my hand…
Just like that, the finished product! Spicy radishes (top right), mixed broccoli (front), and black seed sprouts (top left) are ready for storage and eating.
/cluttr./cluttr./cluttr./
Welcome to
Kim’s Organized Cluttr.
What is “cluttr,” you ask?
It is what I like to call the missing “e” to my Creative Organization. My organized cluttr has no strict structure. However, it is efficient and elegant, expressive and eccentric. It is spaces where the moments in between are creatively curated while cleaning house, stacking stanzas, balancing haikus, and nesting life experiences.
Kim’s Organized Cluttr
Kim's Organized Cluttr 