Apple Turnovers

Hey guys, sorry I took so long, just finished up my first week of college.  I'm thinking this semester I'll only be able to update weekly. 
So, we just finished watching "Once Upon a Time" with my fencing buddies, and there was a bit of an interesting story to go with it.  See, our friend Heather is the one of the few that has seen the entire show.  She's the one who was showing us.  Well, the night we finished, she brought us apple turnovers.  She likes to bake, so I didn't think anything of it, other than, "Heather, you're so great, these are amazing!"
Little did we know that in one of the episodes, a certain evil queen tries to knock off the main character by giving her part of Snow White's poison apple.  Except, she can't just hand it to her, mostly because it already had a big bite taken out of it.  So what does she do? 
She bakes it... into an apple turnover.
The minute we saw it going in the oven, we all turned around, crying, "Heather!"  She just laughed.  There were blackberries in it as well, and they counter-acted the poison.  So we're all living and had a good laugh.  I'm officially addicted to apple turnovers. :)

Fare thee well, friend!
Mira

Stupid Beeping Alarm Clock.

Now that Mia and Little Brother are going back to school, I have remembered the one thing I hate about the school year more than anything else combined.  Every night I go to sleep, having interesting, intriguing dreams, feeling so rested, when all of it is shattered by the constant, merciless, inane sound of, "Beep!  Beep!  Beep!  Beep!"
At which point I hit the snooze button, only to be woken again five minutes later.  "Beep!  Beep!" 
It gets so bad that about halfway through the school year, I don't even wait for the alarm clock anymore.  I'll wake up half an hour earlier than I wanted to, startled out of sleep by a terror that stirs within me of being late for school, and then I'll groan because I have a whole half an hour, but I will never ever get to sleep in that amount of time, and it would be pointless anyway because then the alarm clock really will go off, but I'm still too tired (and stubborn) to get out of bed early.  It's really annoying when it happens on weekends.

Fare thee well, friend!
Mira

Blisters

One of the greatest things about fencing is the "battle scars" you acquire.  Kay once had a bruise that completely covered her right upper arm!  Well, the other day I was fencing.  It should have only been a ten-to-fifteen minute bout, but since both me and my opponent rely heavily on parries, we ended up having a thirty-five minute bout.  (Little Brother claims it was forty.)  All was well and good, we were a little bit tired is all, but then in my next bout, I noticed my forefinger was hurting a bit.  And then a bit more.  And so on and so forth.  I pushed through it until the end of that bout, and when I pulled off my glove, I not only had gotten a blister, I had already popped said blister AND pushed some of the skin back.
Nasty.
Luckily, Coach had a box of band-aids to help ease the pain during that night.  Not so luckily, I also had a tournament coming up that Saturday.  I was a bit worried, but it didn't give me too much trouble.  I even got third place in foil!  But then it split today, and has been giving me grief.  Oh well, I suppose I can just deal with it.  One of the sisters in the stake makes this amazing salve that heals things in a jiffy!  Guess I'll work with that for a while.

Fare thee well, friend!
Mira

Crazy kitty

Hey, so sorry it's taken so long to update.  Been a bit busy over here, stressing about a new school year at a new school with new expectations... and dealing with a crazy new kitty.
See, Merida is a bit more like her namesake than we had realized.  She is constantly jumping on things, especially her carrier.  I personally think she has deep-set hate for that thing and is currently trying to find the slowest, most painful way to kill it.  Good thing it's not alive.
She also doesn't seem to grasp the concept of sleeping at night.  She's always up and moving, and she prefers to sleep on poor Mia's bed, so Mia doesn't sleep well at night.  I feel a little gypped.  Apparently she waited up for Mia last night, and as soon as she got back, slept with her instead of me.  Lame.  Oh well, she's a cat. 
Needless to say, I'm a little frazzled right now.  Hopefully things will get better once school starts. (Yeah right!)

Fare thee well, friend!
Mira

Stories Come From Anywhere

One of the great things about being a writer is that you can get ideas from everything.  Including puzzles!  Yesterday we took our nieces and nephew to a museum, and while at the gift shop, I spotted a puzzle.  I'd actually seen the puzzle once before, but I couldn't justify buying it.  The thing was, this puzzle is just so rich!  It's a picture of three girls talking with a group of dragons.  I had to buy it, and within half an hour, Mia, Kay and I had pieced together a great idea for a story from it!  Most of the plot, all from one little picture!  I'm excited!  Can't wait to write it, can't wait to put the puzzle together!

Fare thee well, friend!
Mira

Merida Rose...

So, my mom doesn't really like cats.  She banished our old cats to living outside when they started marking the house.  So you can imagine my surprise when my nephew, whom we have been babysitting for the past couple days, said something about a cat in the car.
O.o  Cat?
See, he was asking if the cat had gotten out, and I had assumed it was his cat he was talking about since we were feeding his Siamese and had a bit of a scare, but then Mia started shushing him, and I was starting to get a sneaking suspicion...
So Mia went into Mom's bedroom and came out with a black-and-white zebra-striped carrier holding a six-month old bundle of sheer adorableness!  A tortiseshell (the only kind of cat my Mom has ever liked) with green eyes becoming yellow near the edge.  She had already been named:  Merida Rose.  The "Rose" bit is because said nephew had been at the store and wanted to name her "Rose Tyler," from Dr. Who.  We have discovered she likes to be pet, doesn't like to be held, (she still has stitches from a neutering), will play with anything dangling from a string, and doesn't like to be lonely.  I think that has something to do with the fact that they got her from PetSmart, in one of those tiny kennels.  On a related note, she doesn't like to sleep cooped up.  She also really likes my Tweedie pillow, but I think that's because it has little "hairs" that stand up on the top of its head.  What can I say?  They're fun for a cat to play with.
In any case, I joyfully welcome the new beauty into our home.  Hope she enjoys it!

Fare thee well, friend!
Mira

Welcome back...Dr?

For those of you who don't know, I am a complete movie junkie, especially when it comes to the Marvel universe.  I have to admit, I've been looking for new information on their movies ever since The Avengers came out, and especially for Thor.  I've been excited to find out who the villain in the sequel will be.  Originally they wanted to get Mads Mikkelsen, and supposedly had actually cast him at some point, but he had to drop out due to scheduling conflicts.  I admit I was getting a bit fed up, until today, when, looking online, I found out just who they had cast.
(Pause for dramatic effect...)
THEY CAST CHRISTOPHER ECCLESTON!  They doctor is playing the villain in Thor 2!  I am soooooo excited!
Man, the wait for that movie is going to be forever!

Fare thee well, friend!
Mira

Apricots

You know, a lot of people, when they can fruits, will have days at a time where they can't stand to even look at that fruit again.  I will admit that canning is a messy, long, tedious job, but personally, I enjoy it.  Particularly canning apricots.  I like using the little knives, don't ask me why.  I like trying to get the cut so it follows the line on the fruit exactly.  I don't, however, enjoy having to deal with the squishy stuff.  It also gets annoying when the bowl you're using gets filled up and you have to stop everything to go and get something new.  In any case, it doesn't look like I'll be stopping anytime soon, because there are still a million apricots out on that tree out front.  Oh well.

Fare thee well, friend!
Mira