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Saturday, May 23, 2015

The Past Few Weeks

Probably just like every other college student around the world, my last few weeks have consisted of lots of tests/papers, and not a whole lot of much else even though the my summer officially began. Predictable. (If you were sitting next to me and I were telling you this, I'd be sticking my tongue out to make that little farting noise and giving two thumbs down.)

In celebration of my last day of classes I brought home the most gorgeous dozen of donuts to share with friends and family from a locally owned shop by my university. (Not vegan this time but boy I cannot wait to go back there! I need to scribble it onto my summer bucket list)
Mother's day has come and gone, which you can read how I feel about the women in my life in my last post. Momsy had just gotten her haircut the Saturday before so I made sure to compliment that in her handmade card. Go ahead and laugh at my crappy drawing but she likes handmade cards better than the ones you could buy at the store, even if it's just 'I Love You' scribbled over a printed internet meme or a crappy drawing of her new hair cut. I get that. It's more personal and does require a little more thought, but isn't there a saying about that? It's the thought that counts or something. Anyways, the funnier the drawing, the better the card is, in my opinion (and hers). I also made the ugliest cake ever! Not because she likes ugly cakes too, it just came out looking atrocious. We had a bunch of family and neighbors come over for dinner, and when asked what she wanted for dessert, 'some kind of butter cake' was the answer. She got just that! I'll try my best to write you a visual because I was too embarrassed to have photographic evidence. Four, six inch, hefty (and crooked) butter cake layers with homemade vanilla bean frosting and a homemade caramel drizzle topping. Now, what was lacking in appeal must have been made up for in the taste because the entire thing was gone. Even the last piece that crumbled from  not being able to stand as slices were cut away was eaten by the last guest to arrive. Totally heart attack inducing but everyone laughed off their sugar rushes by laughing at how ugly the cake was. Fine by me, at least the mom's of the crowd had a good time over it.

One especially slow night at work I started to watch the The Jinx series by HBO on suspected murderer Robert Durst. Yes, the one from the prestigious New York real estate family. I got three episodes in before I had to stop myself from watching anymore because I was getting too panicked about being alone on shift and having to close by myself. I've never really felt that way before, even from horror films. When I told my supervisor, she just laughed but honestly, after just three episodes and a spoiled ending, I don't think I'll ever trust the charming old man next door archetype ever again. Robert Durst has the perfect 'amiable/weirdo' combination to make you believe his story, and without giving the story away, you're right to be weary of this. The man's story is totally fascinating but you should check out the series to get the full effect. I'll definitely take the last the episodes in stride though because three at once was too much mind blowing to handle.If you're interested in the story and not the thought provoking series, watch this interview with the director, Andrew Jarecki, here. (Spoiler Alert)

My family took a trip to a family owned farm a couple towns over to pick peaches as part of the annual peach festival the farm hosts. I'd never really done anything like this before, pick your own fruit kind of thing. It was fun and I felt like a real farmer. Basically you could picture my walking the orchard saying "I'm a real farmer!" in a pinocchio voice over and over. It was fun but the peaches ripened faster than we were able to eat them all. If you're planning something like this, you should pick peaches that are more on the firm side if you'll want them to last a few days. I posted a version of this picture (taken from my snapchat, kpeterr if you want to find me on there) that I vscoed to a pulp. I wish I had posted the unedited version because I like it better but oh well.

I also got myself aligned with a friend who needs a little bit of graphic design help recently and am excited to help her out. (Eeepp!) Even though I'm a little weary my ability may not get the entire job done, I'm excited to give it a go and hopefully learn a few things, plus I'll have something a little off the wall to add to my resume.

So that's what the start of my summer has looked like so far! I do have a couple of big plans that are currently working themselves out and I'm excited to see what the rest of this summer break has to offer me. Or rather, what kind things I can't get myself into. I hope you're embracing the season changes with grace and hopefully those spring allergies get left behind!

Link your blog in a comment and I'll check you out. maybe I'll even leave some love on your summer-related posts!

from kpeterr with love

Sunday, May 10, 2015

A Mother's Smother

This beautiful being is my mother's mother. My grandmother. The woman whom I was named after, and whom has (since this picture was taken) aged with an elegant grace that others can merely envy.

It's hard for me to believe her genes contributed to the very pool from which mine were selected. Sadly, I didn't get the ideal amount of her photogenic genes.

My other grandmother, (Father's mom) who is equally as beautiful just slightly less photogenic, shares more of her alleles with me. It's just the kind of beauty you need to see in person. This photograph would never exist if either of us were the models because we'd both likely blink at the flash or not be able to choke back laughter.

At one point in every girls' life, the mother-daughter relationship is a little broken, and young girls want to become the a very different person their mother is. Maybe even wishing that there genes were from a completely different pool all together.

I am not an exception.

Both my mother and her mom have some traits I wish to steer clear of: for example, both are very good at connecting emotions to physical objects which leads to acute hoarding tendencies. On the other hand, I'd wish to steer clear of the arthritis my dad's side brings to the table.

Though there is one trait in particular I hope to have received and can convey as well as all three of these women have, and maybe you could have guessed in light of the recent holiday. They both have an undeniable compassion for helping other's, and especially those who are children. My own mother is considered second mother to most my friends and some have even been quoted saying, "She could comfort me better than my own mom could."

I would agree with that statement except I can't because it's my own mother they're talking about.
I also can't help but think about how blessed I am to come from this lineage full of people whom I admire so much.

I've got big shoes to fill, don't I?

Wishing you a happy mother's day and reminding you to thank your favorite female figure, even if you only have mother nature,

P.S. This image is not mine but isn't it funny how the older we get the more true this phrase becomes?