Domesticated? What's that?

Ok so today while talking with my Mum she said the word "DOMESTICATED" and I was all like "THE HECK IS THAT". And then I said "HOLD ON MUM MY BREAD IS GOING TO BURN, I'M BAKING BREAD AND ROLLS TODAY". Oh deary me! What have I become. Now to everyone in the blog world and in the parallel universes, baking bread is not a bad thing, neither is croissants or cheese cake or tuna patties. No, not even cleaning the house, doing laundry or organizing the bills. If no one did those things than happiness would only come from pillsbury and not from loving mothers and fathers who make a home for children. Also, DOMESTICATED sounds like something I would call my cat, Noodles, bless his heart. Or even something you'd say about a disease, not a person. So, No, I am not domesticated, rather I have become a very proactive woman of the house. You've heard about the Man of the House but rarely the Woman of the House.

So here it is, The Woman of the House is the woman who makes the bed, does the laundry, make the meals, organize the boxes and then strives to teach others of her household those same responsibilities.  She also prays, goes to the temple, invites friends and family into her home and reaches out to those who need her support, help and love.

My list is growing I think:

Woman of Education
Woman of Work
Woman of the House

What next?????

Tootles my dear sisters!
Mabel

Here is a picture of the cheese cake Sarah and PC and I made...sorry no pics of the tuna patties and the bread.. :(

Graduation!!!

Yes I did it. Mahalo to all the people in my life that helped me and got me to this point. I am truly grateful!!!!

Bring on the Dr.

So today is the Day!!! Da dA da. Yes my baby boo boo turned one year older. No, I don't have children and no it isn't my dog...It's my Hubby!!! He is 22. One year older but sill one year younger!!! WHY!!!?

Nah nah, well, so because we don't need the extra calories in cake, we opted for this thing.....

And I made a sign...in case you need translation, "Happy Worms (birthday) Angry Bird"

hee hee

Peace People!!!

Mabel Peak

Chop-suey Sunday

So yesterday we were out of food. Well, we had no bread or milk or other meat besides bacon. SOOoooooo. I decided to improvise our dinner using eggs, bacon, carrots and cole-slaw vegetables. I boiled noodles, stir-fried the bacon and scrambled eggs (separately), then I cooked the vegetables with the seasoning from the noodles packet (mixed with water). It was good! Meaning it finished. I cooked rice too just so that it would stretch. Yay! This is one recipe to go in the books for sure!

Try it out!

Mabel

Silent Nights

Life has an interesting way of setting ones self up for tragedy and disaster just before sprinkling dust and happiness. Ha ha I couldn't think of anything better to write. This week has been a great wonder and adventure. In fact, everyday has been as such. Small, tiny and sometimes almost insignificant adventures but adventures none the less.

My sweet-heart is but again, gallivanting into sweet, silent slumber. He is looking for magic bullets and the other three men who were with him...sleep-talking can give away a lot. LOL Anyway once again as I watch him sleep my heart fills with peace. His sweet dreaming gives me rest. He is indeed a beautiful man. Oh how I love him. Truth be told it is not every night or morning I feel like this...for example some days I just want to tear out my hair and scream at the loudest volume I can legally muster. I guess it is these quiet times, when he is still and I am still, that I am able to reflect and truly see the glory of this man in my life. In many conversations with my sister we have laughed at our husband's "hair-tearing" moments and shocked ourselves with the "me too!" times. At the end of our conversations, every one, we admit out-loud that life would be totally different without them and admit secretly in our hearts that we could never live without them. See, I am utterly convinced, and so my sister, that no other living man has been or will ever be as courageous as to battle the women we are. No breathing, sane man would willingly take on the warriors we have created of ourselves. For we, sister and I, are constantly gathering arms to oppose the species of man and break-down their defenses.

In hind sight, I feel that the beginning relationships, where I was still but a pupil to the male-female attractions, taught me rather quickly that "A woman cannot and should not be herself in front of the man she loves. She must portray the woman HE wants her to be. For if a woman were to show her truest identity, woe is she and single shall she be, forever more, Amen."

Bull!!!.....is the male cow. hee hee

I think it was Michael that allowed me to truly drop the act. Drop the weapons of war and be Mabel. And guess what, I love being Mabel and just recently, I love being Mabel Peak.

Now, down to the real reason I am writing. Tomorrow we will be privileged to hear from our beloved prophet and other leaders of the church. Yes, it will be a grand weekend indeed. So People of the internet, if by chance you see this post and you read this far..go to www.lds.org and listen to what the prophet has to say.

Aloha nui,

Mabel Peak

Tender Mercies of my sweet life

Dear Mom,

My heart is full. Oh my! I'm laying on my bed, on my tummy. It's 9:23am, a Saturday morning. The only difference lies in the fact that today we have reached our 3 month milestone. Michael is sleeping still. He is so precious when he sleeps. Sometimes I think he is much like Iolakona and Ikaika, they are precious all the time, but there is a magic when they sleep. Ha ha Yes there is magic when Michael is asleep and all I can do is watch him and think "I'm a lucky girl". 3 months with this beautiful man is the greatest blessing of my life this far.

Yesterday I received other blessings. This semester has proven to be my hardest. I can't seem to get a grasp on anything. I feel that my 9 simple credits are slipping through my fingers and I'm losing it. Sometimes, when I'm home alone I wonder why my life is in shambles. I think I have done all I can do. I am trying so hard to be the best me and sometimes the best that is expected of me. It pulls me thin most times and I feel that I'm playing a personal game of "Keeping up with the Joneses". But yesterday I went to meet my professor. My professor who I felt was sick of me slacking off in his class and just barely making it, who wanted me out. But this professor surprised me. Instead of a lecture of my need to be better, he returned my last exam and said "Good Job. You did pretty good on this last one" and then he sat me down and talked about Differential equations, explaining (probably for the second time) everything he taught on the chapter and what he thought would be important for me to study. It was amazing, because right at that moment I felt not only the love of my teacher, but the love of my Heavenly Father who answered a prayer that I had never verbalized. He answered the soft and scared pleas that only a father can hear. It's that feeling when someone gives you something you need at that exact moment of time even when you never said anything about needed it. It's a tender mercy.

These tender mercies make my life sweet. Like waking up early just to watch Michael sleep and fall in love with him all over again. Like feeling the love of my Heavenly Father from good people who listen to the Spirit.

Life is sweet!!

Old-age Memory Games and The Flu

Ok Ok Ok Ok

So last night while I was comforting my litto nephew and trying to put him to bed I had this brilliant idea for my blog. And it was so amazing I was smiling and planning out my post in head. You guys wanna know what it is?.....Wellllll, me too!

My 23 year old mind is not accustomed to retaining that much information for any time duration that is longer than 5 minutes. SERIOUSLY! It can get disturbing. Like today I gathered my towel and clothes to take a shower, but decided to do a little Mirror Dancing (see how I capitalize those words like it's a real thing...well it is to me) and I forgot my towel on the kitchen counter. After my shower I look around the bathroom desperately for my towel but alas, no where in sight. Oh my lucky for me no one was home and Michael was sleeping.

Which brings me to the next important item, Michael is sick with the flu. Yes my poor baby is down. Right now he is asleep and most likely will be asleep for the rest of the day. He is using up his sick rites to the max. Before I had a chance to wake up properly, he was already making a list of things we needed from the shop for him.

So without the luxury of brushing teeth, hair and in my sleeping clothes and a hoodie, I braved the outside world and ventured into the "OUTSIDE WORLD"..ooooh scary o_O

Being sure not to engage in any conversation whatsoever, I grabbed all necessary food items, including my bananas which I so lustingly love and walked (cos I can't run) top-speed back home.

I made some breakfast, sent him to shower gave him some medicine, talked to him till he was speaking bubbles and then did some HW, took a shower and remembered that I wanted to blog something, but couldn't remember it.

OH, old age is a cruel thing to place upon humans.

Anyway, last night I "borrowed" Didi's phone and took this picture. It's the valentine gift I made for Michael. And if you even say Bamichaele....aghhhhhh

Lots of Love