Inside Kimmy's Mind

I don’t know why, but I’m in a bit of a blogging lag. I guess finals left me feeling a bit lazy and not wanting to work on my computer. Good news is I passed all of my classes, now just have to keep moving forward. This summer I’m taking statistics and a Spanish class. I’m a bit scared, not sure how this will turn out.

So I’ve been planning on visiting a shop that sells macaroons for awhile now. And last week I finally got around to trying this shop. So cute, but they didn’t have all of the flavors that I wanted to try. But that just means I can go again and again until they do.  I updated awhile back about trying to make these little boogers. So tricky, but they still came out rather yummy. My sister made ours with a jelly glaze filling. The ones we tried at the store had a cream filling. It’s not something I will eat often, but every once in a while they will make for a nice treat. I think buying tiramisu is a lot more satisfying.

So the flavors I tried were:
Chocolate
Chocolate Hazelnut
Blueberry
Pistachio
Cookies and Cream
Chocolate Raspberry

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So today was the Houston Indie Book Fest and I couldn’t be more excited. This is my favorite event that happens every April here in Houston, it is the reason I discovered my love for the literary world. Well…for the publishing world.

I had a blast! I worked the CLMP table from 1 to 5, it was so much fun but I came home exhausted. I immediately passed out and didn’t wake up until 10:30. After being surrounded by so much fiction and writers I actually find myself being inspired. So I’ll start writing my story for workshop on Thursday. I just wish the weekend was longer. >.<

I only bought two things, I’ve been planning on buying hard copies of this journal for THE longest time and I finally did today. The First Line has to be one of my favorite literary journals. I keep wanting to submit a story to them but I always miss out on the lines that I want. The line for may is...”I started collecting secrets when I was just six years old.” And submissions are due May 1st. I didn’t even get to really look around the Festival too much because I was already so tired. But I got what I wanted to buy and I had fun manning the table. I’m definitely going to start my story after I post this blog entry. My sister went around and filmed the festival so I plan on making a small video so you can see how awesome it was. Also, I had a surprised visit from my dancing partner, Julian, mentioned in this entry. It was nice catching up with him and he even stayed awhile to help me sell books. You’ll see in the video I post below. It was nice seeing him, it’s been awhile. Anyway, so I’ve just been craving some time to just create something. Be it writing, knitting, sewing, or even filming a vlog about something. There are several vlogs I want to make. Like about products I use, or an outfit of the day, especially this Houston series I desperately want to start. Which would  basically be a vlog where I introduce my favorite shops and restaurants that make me love living in Houston.

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I was going to  rant about class credits and minors, but something else happened the other day that I have to vent. Sorry, but this is a ranting post but I think you might want to hear about it, especially seeing as all of my readers are pretty much female. So in my literary studies class we are reading Death of a Salesman. I arrived not expecting the discussion to take the turn that it did, and I had no intention of speaking up. I’ll try to keep this short.

So my professor opened up the discussion about whether or not growing up without a father does any damage to a person. The character in the play Willy grows up without one and whatnot. So my class contains only women. Several of which grew up with their dad not being present in their lives…they spoke up so I’m not speculating. I want to discuss what two particular classmates of mine said during our discussions. Let’s call them Girl A and Girl B. So both A and B grew up with out their dads. I had said, that I felt it depends on how a person handles certain things in life that determines whether or not having a dad or not will hurt or better them. I know there are probably studies that show children do better with both parents, but there are also kids from a single parent house hold that accomplish a lot because of how they were raised. Girl A starts to spout about how she didn’t need her dad and that it does depend on the person. I digress, on to the real rant…so my professor leads the discussion to the job of a husband and wife in a house hold. For every dollar a man makes a woman makes 77 cents. I’ve always known that men have been paid more than women. Girl A starts to speak up again, she looks at the difference and says, “It’s so sad.” My teacher begins to question her and asks why. She then starts saying how it’s a pill women have to swallow and how horrible it is. But to just swallow it. O.o huh? I couldn’t believe my ears.

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This has been a draft for already three weeks, so now I’m just going to post it.

So last last… last Friday, my family and I went to Mission Texas to visit my grandparents. Even though I have hopes to maybe one day travel to different places, I hate long car rides. They are uncomfortable for all who are involved. So I usually try to time travel and sleep the entire drive. That means I miss out on scenery and road trip games. But let’s be honest…are those always fun? Not for this road trip. Anyway, so we left our house around 5 AM and Kat and I did not sleep that night so I was pretty grumpy. Not that I’m a morning person to begin with. After packing up the truck we left the house while it was still dark out. I went to sleep and didn’t wake up until 9 AM, that was when we stopped at a McDonald’s for breakfast. Just had a biscuit with jelly and an orange juice. After that we continued our drive, Kat started feeling a bit nauseated and we had to pull over but she just had a mile case of car sickness. We took another nap and arrived at my grandparent’s house by noon. I was still sleepy so after I said my hellos I fell asleep on the couch.

When I woke up again we went to buy some Pan Dulce (sweet bread). The valley has the best fruit and sweet bread compared to my home town so it’s always nice to pick some up from a local valley bakery. Unfortunately, I didn’t take any pictures of that and I regret it. I usually always take pictures of food. >o<  I did managed to snap a picture of this picture of my grandparents when they were younger. According to my dad and tio, it was a day they spent at the zoo. They look like normal parents in this picture. I just mean I don’t really know my grandparents too well. My grandmother only speaks Spanish and I know none so we can’t really communicate with each other. But the grandparents I knew/know are not these people in this picture above. Does aging really continue to change you? I’ve seen my grandmother on a occasion joke with my grandfather but they don’t have the same love my parents have for each other. I look at my parents and see that loving someone forever is possible. But when I think of my grandparents, I see an understanding and the remains of a love once had. As depressing as that sounds, I like to think they were once in love. The kind of love that would lead to four children and I’m sure they still love each other now. After all, my grandmother tends to my aging grandfather. He’s 91. But then again, I think about their time and age and can only hope that when I meet someone I want to spend the rest of my life with I’ll still be with him when he reaches 91.

Sorry, I didn’t intend for this to be deep. I was going to discuss how I got food poisoning but I’m trying to write an essay for class and I’m distracting myself with this blog draft that should have been updated last last week.  I have other things I want to discuss but I’ll save it for an entry I can actually dedicate some time to. Until then.

So here’s another currently creative post, I’ve actually have quite a bit to share with you.

So I’m not much of a cook/baker. I’m horrible at following cooking instructions and I’m very impatient. I do however enjoy being an official food taster. I have no problem eating any of the delicious foods my sister Kat decides to make. And the great thing about having a sister who plans on becoming a pâtissier is getting to eat all of her yummy creations. Once I discover a recipe for her to tackle she usually always decides to try it out. The results are always wonderful and it’s always fun to see her mind work while attempting new recipe.

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