Finding Your Purpose


Hello! ūüôā

I watched a movie. well I’ve been watching a lot of different films lately. If you read my 2016 and 2017 “coming soon” movie lists; from the end of July to the start of September I have seen over ten movies! Here are a few I’ve seen:¬†Star Trek: Beyond, Me Before You, Arrival, Jackie¬†and most recently¬†Wonder Woman.¬†

There was also one movie that I hadn’t wanted to see until I was scrolling through my movie guide and I read the description of it. I thought the concept of two different people and two stories discussing the same subject: food was interesting, but I thought it must’ve been a pain in the ass to write the scripts and make sure they made sense to production agencies, editors, directors, and the cast themselves!

Anybody seen Julie & Julia before?

Now I know it’s technically an older movie, but I watched it for the first time on September 3rd, and I watched it with sleepy eyes because even though I ate two granola bars that morning, I was supposed to go back to sleep afterwards. In my defense, I had actually gotten some good sleep that night and didn’t really feel like going back to bed and I knew this was sitting in my DVR waiting for me.

I watched it not really knowing if I’d really like it, but still I took my chances only because I’m slightly becoming obsessed with Amy Adams. She plays Julie Powell, a young women who works at a government job. She has a husband named Eric and a cute ginger cat that I’ve named “Simon” for this post. The film follows her trying to find her purpose in the world, her friends are moving up in the world and she’s just there. However you also have the story of the infamous French chef Julia Child, before she was ever¬†Julia Child.¬†She and her husband Paul worked for the government during World War II and while Paul was working for the embassy, they sent him and his wife to live in Paris. She fell in love with it, but she didn’t know what exactly to do with herself there.

These two characters go outside their comfortable zones. Julie decides she is going to create a blog and use Julia Child’s¬†Mastering The Art Of French Cooking¬†and cook her way through the book itself for a whole year. So that’s 365 days and 254 recipes. And while she does this, Julia starts at the Le Cordon Bleu and excels in the advanced courses where it’s all men. Both women fall deeply in love with French food and they let it rule their lives basically. Julie is asked to be interviewed for newspapers, magazines, etc and Julia and her friends Simone Beck and Louisette Bertholie decide they’re going to write a book for the “serventless” cooks in America.

Of course, I loved the movie because it was about a blogger. I follow a lot of food bloggers, and then you have the travel and food bloggers which just floor me! I’d love to be able to travel to different place, eat and blog about it at the same time. You feel the need to bow down to some of these people if they also have full time jobs and are making time in their day or losing sleep at night to create their new blog posts to share with their followers from all over the world.

I also thought like the movie itself was a wake up call for me too. I have often felt like I have no purpose in the life. I’m just going through motions of what I do everyday. I’m co-dependent because of my disability and that definitely doesn’t help. I also don’t finish anything I start just like Julie, that is until I started my blog. As you read at the top, I watched the film in early September. And here it is October? Something feels off here, doesn’t it?

Well, today is my 8th anniversary of blogging! Yup, that’s right. It’s been EIGHT years since I fell in love with blogging in my Grammar classroom. I sat on the right side close to the door and the light would slightly flicker throughout most of the semester before one morning I rolled in and noticed my side of the room was very bright! We were given these tiny little laptops and shown how to create our very first blogs on Blogger and we’d do our assignments on there every other day before the final day of class where we had the option of keeping the blog or deleting it forever. I still don’t know why I kept it because I didn’t think I had really fallen in love with it since we only used it for three months.

Two years later, I created this blog so apparently I liked enough to continue writing out my thoughts and feelings for the entire world to see. However, again I had no direction. I didn’t know what a lifestyle blog was, nor did I really think if I wrote about the ins and outs of the life of a disabled woman would be acceptable, but I just felt the need to write all the time.

Unfortunately, I have had many burn outs; days where I’ve felt I was doing wasn’t mattering at all. The quote “if you don’t like something, change it” would pop up every once (or sometimes twice) a month and I’d try to escape into the darkness for comfort. It’s hard to see that quote and not say, “you’re not living in my situation though” because for somebody with a physical disability of some sort and always needing somebody to help you just destroys whatever you really want to do. It’s easy to say those words, so I understand what Julie was going through in the movie.

I’ve been offered opportunities because I’ve kept up with blogging as a whole. I’m slow from August to October from previous depression spells that happened years ago. I always try to finish what I start and if I can’t, I basically want to wrap myself in my Transformers blanket, cry my eyes out and finally disappear. That is, until the next day and I flip that blanket off and turn my TV to the music channels and sign into my social media accounts to say “good morning” to my Twitter followers while casually look on my dashboard on WordPress and look at my stats and check to see if I have any notifications on my second tab.

Everytime I feel like I’m going to be behind on the month, I still manage to pull something out of my ass. Don’t worry, if there are posts I don’t end up liking after I’ve written them, I’ve trashed them either a week or two days before. It’s happened people! The life of a blogger is literally “Write. Photos. Edit. Schedule. Eat. Sleep.” And it revolves like that for most of the week, especially if you’re like me, who doesn’t have a job or a husband. That’s where I differ from both Julie and Julia, but I do have parents, sister, brother-in-law, nana, and nine cats that seem to appericate what I write and are always willing to help capture the essence of the moment. Blondie posts the pictures and I steal and publish them on here. I think that’s called teamwork my friends!

Is it crazy to think in exactly two years, I’ll be blogging for 10 years?! Isn’t that nutty?! Hopefully we’ll get there! Oh, and since I’m always watching the cooking shows, if I ever decide to start writing recipes of a cookbook, I’d either do something by Giada de Laurentiis or Ree Drummond (who also started out blogging too!). I like pasta and simplicity And yes, I dream of changing different recipes that use mushrooms in it, because they are disgusting! Yuck!

Anyways, I’m finished. Thank you for the lovely eight years of blogging even if you’ve only recently started reading this blog, that’s better than nothing! You give me a purpose to wake up in the morning honestly. ūüôā

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The Christmas Cookie Monster Is Back!


On Tuesday, my nana and I tried to get two of our traditions off the ground.

I explained that my nana and I have been figuring out what we should do about our cookies. So I guess she couldn’t wait any longer, she messaged me on Twitter that morning and said she had fixed up one batch and we’d do the rest later. My parents had to go to Evansville, for some more Christmas shopping. When they got back my mom took me over and I stayed there for five hours. We didn’t exactly go right into fixing the rest of the cookies. I had to see her new laptop, figure out how to fix her phone but that never got fixed because even I don’t know how to do that and I did it a few months ago for mine. Anyways, after that I let her smell my candles I got over the weekend, and I “tried” to explain my thinking of how to do our gift bags for this year’s Christmas. I made out a list of couples and singles on paper to see who would get what. Surprisingly, everything that was crowding up my brain was unfolding and making me feel all better because I was getting it all on paper and explaining what we should do.

I’ll explain that a little bit later in the week. Complete with detailed instructions I promise. By the time I had finished with that stuff, my mom and sister were coming over to wrap presents. They know some of the details of the goodie bags, not much because I’d still like it to be a surprise to them. In the mist of figuring all this out though, my nana and I worked on probably six batches of cookies, I got to somewhat bake today. I got to arrange the cookies in the way that worked for her, don’t worry she washed my toes! After that, I admired them from a safe distance and watched them bake in the oven. My grandparents are so lucky to have that little window and light to see through and watch anything rise up as it cooks/bakes. I felt like a damn kid the whole day! Everytime the buzzer would go off, we’d switch baking sheets and put the new batch of freshly baked cookies into another pan to store for a bit so they could rest. We both realized today that I watch too many Food Network shows.

¬†My mom thought that since it had rained the night before and throughout the time they were gone, that we should take the push wheelchair along instead, so I don’t track mud through the house. I understand the point of that, but considering how I’ve been able to move around without sliding out of the seat and being in the way of my papaw while he’s in his chair, plus the fact I could’ve actually used an actual table than a chair as my work station. I thought it was a bit stupid. I ended up getting through about it and with less pain than I thought I would come home with, so that’s okay. Everything seemed to want to work with me and thankfully my patience was intact. I think I have finally figured out how to do frosting on cookies. I’ve always had a hard time getting the frosting from tub to cookie. I asked my nana if I could have another spoon, I wanted to try another trick I learned from Giada, Ina, and Ree. She found an offset spatula, it was a small one too. So I used my right foot to take¬†the excess off the spoon. I wish we had gotten a picture of it while my mom and sister were there. They saw me do it, so that’s good enough for me.

When we got home. The first thing my dad asked was where were the cookies. I think we made the mistake of making the cookies so early in the week before as now I’m worried that since they’ll be part of the bags that they’ll be stale. My nana mentioned she was making the last batch the day after, which I was hoping she’d wait until early this week in case those batches did taste a bit stale. Oh, and I changed my username on my Twitter for the holidays. Majority of my Twitter/blogger followers have added a Christmas theme to their names. Some have actually worked well for their names, but I knew nothing would work with my name. Until one suggested “Sugarplum.” So you can all call me “Meghan Sugarplum” for the time being. Okay, time for the pictures of the cookies! This is the part you all came for I’m sure!

This was something that took us three tries to get. At the last minute I had my nana take it for me because I was to far away to get a good picture of the cookies inside.
This was something that took us three tries to get. At the last minute I had my nana take it for me because I was to far away to get a good picture of the cookies inside.
The cookies just coming out of the oven.
The cookies just coming out of the oven.
This was taken just because the last batch of cookies we made.
This was taken just because the last batch of cookies we made. Nana got confused on one of the packages, because my mom got her a package of chocolate chip cookies. So when my nana went to cut into the wrapping, she didn’t know what it was until the last minute. She managed to stop herself twice in the middle of this. We ended up getting two or three chocolate chip cookies. I ate one of these by the way!
We used store bought icing, it was REALLY soft. Got it all over my toes! We used food coloring to decorate the cookies. A few pastels colors, totally not Christmas-y, but it's okay! We had about seven of these small plastic bowls of different colors, we had two different shades of green. Also, a peach and brightly yellow colors too!
We used store-bought icing, it was REALLY soft. Got it all over my toes! We used food coloring to decorate the cookies. A few pastels colors, totally not Christmas-y, but it’s okay! We had about seven of these small plastic bowls of different colors, we had two different shades of green. Also, a peach and brightly yellow colors too!

If Only I Could Cook…

Giada De Laurentiis is one of my favorite chefs. I watch the Food and Cooking Networks all the time. I know what time everything comes on. Especially Everyday Italian and Giada At Home. I love watching Everyday Italian. I think I’ve learned alot even though I’m just watching. Since I watch both networks, I’d love to cook. I can’t cook since I can’t reach the counter and I don’t think my dad would allow me to help or cook something. Would you really allow me around knifes?

Giada loves Oranges, Lemons, Rosemary, Lavender, and Chocolate. There are a lot of things like Lentials and another gain that I can’t think of she uses that I have never head of before until I watched her use it on Everday Italian. If I was ever to cook I’d take everything I’ve learned from Giada and hopefully get the rescipe right. I think my first dish I’d try would be a simple, easy dish. Maybe like Fried Ravioli with Maranria sauce. I think that would be a great dish to try on my own. One of these days, I’ll go for it.

Giada is my favorite chef, but she’s not my only favorite chef. I also love David Rocco, I learned the word “Antipasta” from him. The word means Appetizers. Didn’t find that out until two months ago. I like Bobby Flay and Michael Symon. They’re like the two cute chefs on Iron Chef America. I’m addicted to that show as well. I love watching Paula Deen with her sons Bobby and Jamie. She’s like watching my nana cook just on TV. My nana also doesn’t cook that very often anymore either. One of my newer favorite shows on the Cooking Network is Spice Goddess. I love different cultures anyways, so seeing how Indian food being made makes me want to go to a Indian resturant. I also want to go to an Italian resturant. I have never¬†been to either resturant. I’d like to expand my taste buds further.¬†I watch Cooking and Food Networks whenever I ate too. I’m weird like that.