Mesa's Place

The last week my extreme desire for autumn to arrive has really been kicked into overdrive.  I'm itching to pull out my decorations and deliciously perfect fall candles.  I long for mildly warm days and cool evenings.  For that crisp smell that wafts in with the breeze which unmistakenly announces the season.  For the pumpkin and apple cider flavored everything! There is no doubt the fall is by far my favorite and I love everything about those couple months. Every year around this time I start to nest.  Not like I'm knocked up nest, but settle in for the 'colder months'.  I start to get my home in order and create a happy and comfortable environment since more time is spent inside during the later seasons.  And I must admit, it is the final 4 months of the year that my home really does feel the most cozy. I try to start in September, even though there are usually several, if not most, days that are summer-like.  But fall and spring seem to ...

When I was a little girl I wasn't afraid of anything.  I would run down the sidewalk at full speed, literally fall flat on my face, get up and keep running.  I tackle some aspects of life that way still, but as I got older, so much of that bravery faded. I blame a lot of it on society though it's my fault as well.  As hormones began to rage, looking and acting a certain way became important, and dancing like nobody was looking was frowned upon.  I held my head high, but became a lot more scared to take those risks I had always been so keen to on.  I became clinically depressed.  I would lock myself off from the world at times and just sleep my life away.  I lost that spark in my eye, that "go get'em" attitude and why?  Just so I would fit the mold that I thought I was supposed to.  I was afraid of looking 'wrong', acting 'wrong', saying the 'wrong' thing and so I closed myself off in a little bubble- a safety zone if you will- and cauti...

I have a ton of pictures on my camera and entry ideas up the wazoo but for some reason I just haven't felt motivated to go there.  I can tell you that part of that is because most of my life is at my apartment, but my body is at boyfriend's house.  Roomie and his kids move out in about 2 weeks, give or take.  Then we start the process of arranging boyfriend's furniture where we want it, tossing the old stuff and moving my stuff in.  We figured it was best to avoid having to maneuver 3 almost complete households around each other so we've got all of April to get me out of my place and have it spotless.  Plenty of time. The other deterrent(s) for me [to blog] are Pants and Sauce.  As a single chick, without kids, having to adapt to daily life with a 9 year old and a 7 year old (not to mention another 9 year old and an 11 year old when Roomie's kids are at the house) has been quite exhausting.  I find my evenings flying by between dinner and chaos and...

I have been completely consumed with Pinterest lately.  I go through phases where I surf the interwebz obsessively looking for artsy fartsy things, activites, cool whatchamacallits, and do hoppers.  StumbleUpon was a pretty great source of all things amazing but then the online cork board showed up and won my heart. Prior to October 2011, cooking was exhausting because it was only for myself.  I lived alone in a one bedroom apartment with my cat and fish.  Yes, I'd have company sometimes but not often enough to really try a lot of new recipes.  Enter my boyfriend and his 2 kids.  It seems over the last few months I practically live at his house (and will be officially moving in end of April) which has allowed me to flex my love for cooking and baking.  Not only that, but my itch for organization and forms has been happily scratched with meal planning, schedules for when the boys are with us and when they are with their mother, etc.  My arts ...