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Misha, dark cupcake of goodness
May 2014
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Misha, Dark Cupcake of Goodness
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The girl with the green eyes
Complicated. Unique. Intuitive. Sarcastic. Loyal. Feline. Soft yet Firm. Creative.
Sometimes Dark, Sometimes Shiney.
Artist. Belly Dancer.
Snake Handler.
Girl Scout. Educator Extrordinairre

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Reading: Pox Americana, Geisha: A Life, Kabuki
Hooking: Lumpy Scarf
Costuming: James' Ren Costume
Planning: beaded bedlah
Sewing: piratey goodness
Craving: C.C. Lemon!
Reviewing: Mystery, Desire Fantasy Bellydance
Listening: Electribal IMIX
Working: 2 grant final reports
Link of the Moment: Top 100 Toys of 80s
Move of the Month: jewel snaps

Misha's Class Schedule

Bellydance Basics Class
Isle of Avalon
Dynamic Drills Class
Isle of Avalon
Slink and Shimmy
Isle of Avalon
June 6:
Village of the Arts
Green Bull Gallery
June 8:
Pirate Fest
St. John's Pass
June 13:
Turquoise Grill
Plant City

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a meditation on waffles: mindfulness in marriage

this morning, i wanted to cook.

not something spectacular, but something that was at least nourishing, and tasty.

but all brian wanted was waffles. not hot off the griddle, fluffy honeycombed masterpieces. nope. he wanted the easy, quick frozen kind.

i offered eggs cooked a zillion ways, faux meats like not-bacon or not-sausage, i was even eyeballing my recipe for "breakfast cups" which is sort of an unholy yet tasty mix of multiple breakfast modalities all in a bite sized muffin cup. something frozen from a box seemed like a crime, like a horrible admission of not being a Perfect Wife. i could do better...couldn't i? surely there was something i could create for someone i loved and adored, someone who gave me so much.

nope. he wanted waffles.

sighing, i popped them into the toaster. at the first ping of the mechanical timer, i eyeballed them suspiciously. two pale yellow circles of wheat, yet they still appeared lackluster. poking at them, sure enough - they weren't done. cold to the touch...still frozen. if i was going to serve boxwaffles, they sure as hell would be done. so a few minutes later and i had something that looked like i'd at least maybe put a little bit of effort into it. golden, slightly brown on the edges...acceptable.

20 seconds onto a plate, and i was ready to serve. calling for brian, an amused voice replied "did you fix them the way i like them?"

and - that was it. the great pause. he likes his waffles a certain way?

now, before ANYONE tries to crucify me on the altar of feminism, or decides my husband somehow keeps me barefoot in the kitchen slaving for him, let me say that i LIKE knowing things like that. to me, it's the little things in life that we know about each other that can sustain us through the bad times. taking the time to be mindful of one another, to know likes, dislikes, passions, and fears...well, that keeps us close. i know that we won't always share everything, and that we certainly won't like the same things. but it's still incredible to learn these things and, whenever possible, to indulge one another. like when he shampoos my hair for me when i'm super stressed out, or when i go pick up sugar coke for him as a treat.

brian padded into the kitchen, soft feet on bamboo floor. he smiled and said, "let me show you." and so as he spoke i carefully set up his waffles. a pat of butter on each. then the syrup - carefully dripped so each individual square got a bit. and then the final touch; stacking one on top of the others.

when i was done, he kissed my forehead. "that's how i like them" he said and smiled. he has this way of saying things - in a quiet yet adorable way. i can't explain it, but it always melts my heart. and suddenly i realized, something that i'd despised was, quite possibly, the best thing ever to him. even now, after nearly 7 years of marriage and - geez - almost 10 years total together, i'm still learning. there's still magic in discovering little niceties about one another, and i'm mindful and planning to keep making that effort to love and learn.

i hope i never forget how he likes his waffles.


How timely, and thoughtful.

I've been trying to get an address for you to send you a wedding invitation. Would you email me please? kereth at gmail?


What you say makes perfect sense to me. In the question of "love languages," you express your love by, among other things, providing a service. DOING THINGS for your loved one, especially doing them in a way that shows your care and attention to their particular likes, is something that fulfills you and expresses what's in your heart. What's wonderful is that Brian will do the same for you.