Suds in a bucket...

 I have about three pounds of Goat's Milk soap.  I have had it about two years now and back then decided that I wanted to make soap.  I was terrified to work with Lye so this venture did not last long.

Today I pulled out the soap.  Huge hideous mass of soap.  The perk is that when I cut a tiny piece off, it was so silky and felt awesome on my hands.  Cool!

So I am on a hunt to find a recipe (EASY) that I can convert these big ole chunky bars into liquid soap.

The easiest one by far that I have found is the one on buzzle.com:

How to Make Liquid Soap: Recipe #2

Ingredients Required


•1 Soap bar


•5 tbsp of Olive oil


•Water


Procedure


Here is a easy homemade soap recipe. Grate the soap bar. Now boil 1 cup of water in a cooking bowl or saucepan. Once it boils, add olive oil and grated soap to it. Mix the ingredients well, you can use a blender for this purpose. Heat the mixture again. Add about 3-4 cups of water, stir well and the let it cool down. Fill it up in the liquid soap bottles. You can increase the amount of olive oil if required. You can also add fragrance and colors if desired and mix well, before the mixture cools down
 
Tomorrow I have to be somewhere..busy busy LOL  So Tuesday I am going to see if I do not turn my soap into a gloppy gooey mess. 
 
Muah!

Keep Walking..

I am on a new journey.  I'm entering a new territory. An unexplored place in my faith.

I have taken my walk with God and my faith for granted.  Knowing He is there waiting...but I give a little wave, a nod and say, "I'm going on this other path.  I will catch up with you later"...I walk away.

This new journey is about hurt and anger. About unanswered prayer. About reasons why we go through certain things and have to endure the hard things of life. It's about questions, doubts.  I am doubting what a I really know about this life and those who share the air.

Even as I desire to learn more about God and His place in our hurt and about Satan and his role in causing the hurt. Or, does he even have a role? Have we become so cold, so evil, even Satan looks on in awe? Where is God when it seems like Satan, or if you will, the evil of man, has the advantage? Even though I know full well God holds the ultimate victory?  Don't I?
....I am still so far away.

.....And as I walk down this other path, God is watching...waiting

Colten is talking about joining the Army...Please God, just let it be talk...I am so sad

I'm leaving on a Jett plane..

Actually my Jett landed here today...Jaxon Jett that is!  Chelsea and baby Jett came to stay a few days with us!  I am a happy Gammie!!!

I'm staring at you through the glass....

Zach is asleep.  He went to bed unhappy.  I wish I knew what to say to make him feel better. 

Life is so complicated when you are 18...Damn, it's hard at any age.

I am 40 years old and I wonder where it all went.  I look back at my life, as if looking through someone elses eyes... "For now we see through a glass, darkly"

I can't go back....Even if I could, there would be no time to fix all my mistakes hehe.

I love my Douglas and boys, Chels, Sarah Belle and baby Jett.  But at this point I feel like it is all water rushing over an open palm.  How long before it all falls apart?  What will happen now? 
Then I shake myself out of my solitude, and forge ahead.

Merna completely threw me to the wolves. Wow.  But I knew deep down, she would.  I knew.  Even told Doug what would happen if I stood by her.  But I was loyal to her...until the end.
Maybe it was a positive.  Now that I have taken a step away, I can see more clearly.  I am making a new life here. 

Zach is right...life doesn't make sense.  I won't tell him that though...When two or more come together in agreement and all that..

Sleep Zach...it will be better tomorrow...or it won't..

The more things change....well, the more they change..

Jarel turned 23 today
Jackson is in Korea :-(
Zach is out at a bar playing music with Doug
I have no idea where My Colten is tonight
Logan is off with the church

I am so tired...

Guilt completely covered in frosting.....

I have endless guilt when it comes to my life and my children. ENDLESS.

I cannot let my past go, so in essence, it is controlling me..stealing away my todays and hiding my tomorrows.  Even though those "bad mentally unbalanced person days" only lasted the sum of months during the divorce and that was 15 years ago..it still eats me from the inside.  I have spent literally years trying to atone....and there are those family members that act as if it happened yesterday and bring it up everytime we talk.

Then there's the boys...Wow..where to start. 
My guilt has no bounderies.  Everything is my fault.
I have guilt over the genetic things I either know or fear they’ve inherited from me or their biological father. I’m not even talking about deadly disease sorts of things—I feel guilty that Colt and Zach have needed glasses since forever (although Colt refuses to wear them and is hurting his eyes even more) or that they all can seem kind of "out there" at times. When I look at Bear and wonder if I was a good stepmom. Did I love him enough...When Jack seems so withdrawn and he shuts everyone out. And even when Jarel looks lost and sad and then mad...because I am super sure my "crazy" gene did not skip their generation.

I have guilt over every difficulty they ever experience, whether it involves me or not. I feel guilty when they’re mad or sad or frustrated, because if I was a GOOD mother, I’d be able to fix it....Did I cause it..

I’m aware that this may not be 100% logical. But this is what happens when you’re raised Jewish. I am not actually Jewish but my mother believed in teaching a twisted strict bizario twist, on old Testament Biblical Jewish law, even though she is in no way, shape or form Jewish.......Yeah, I am serious..

My point is, I HAVE GUILT.  Always.

Some days I can almost live with it.  Nope, that is a lie....I beat myself up almost daily....another lie. DAILY.


So anyway my Jack has been talking to an Army recruiter. I told myself to breathe and then smile and then breathe some more. I decided to back him 100% and I am so damn proud of him. I really am. I was talking to Doug about how proud I am of him.....

And then somewhere between that conversation and now, I LOST MY MIND.

Stuff and things, things and stuff

I’ve been thinking a lot, the last couple of weeks, about histories and futures and—most of all—the gift of the present. I still struggle every day with appreciating that last one as much as I ought to, which is pretty ironic given that I’m not not one to leave history behind and oftentimes thinking about the future causes me to have palpitations.

I don’t like unknowns. I like knowing what IS and what WILL BE and learning from what WAS and then moving on. You know, to the safety of what IS. Heh. Though it can be hard to fully EXPERIENCE what is when one is busy INVENTORYING it. Not that I would know anything about that. Ahem.

My Jack talked to an Army recruiter today....I am terrified but I will try to smile.......

life has a tendency to win out, one way or another.

every time.

every single time.....

Amazing