The Post About Answer It & They Will Come

Yesterday I had a top five day in unique visitors to my blog site. That's an unclear way of saying - "A lot of folks took a gander at Jamie's Rabbits on March 3." In my heart, I'd like to believe it was the rumor of fanciful lizard tales or useful tips and tricks for rationalizing your way through any decision. But I acknowledge the power of a Tweet and a Facebook Status Update. Mine read like this "Jamie is multitasking her way to Dothan, Alabama. Check out one of the reasons she may be single at http://jamiebg.blogspot.com/"

Well, the curiosity killed the kittens, because many came to find out why I might be unmarried at this certain point in my life (I've actually been unmarried at all points in my life, but that's neither here nor there...) Were some so intrigued because they can't imagine why a fun, articulate, educated, well-accessorized gal at the young age of 20-13 would be without a soul mate? Or were they simply checking to see if their guess was correct?

Perhaps biscuits are the least of my concerns.

I'll be digging through my own theories in an upcoming post, but feel free to share your thoughts on singledom in the comments section which I affectionately refer to as "Love it or Leave it." Need not be single to reply.

The Post About Biscuit Tumors

Lent is upon us. As is a recession. Not surprisingly, these events can serve each other well. As I pondered and prayed and rationalized my way in and out of various sacrifices for the 40 days leading up to Easter - I landed on my current disaster of the moment for inspiration. I may or may not always make the best financial decisions. I try to be a responsible steward of the money I have, but sometimes pretty dresses, Amazon mp3 sales, and book club memberships can overwhelm my ability to make good choices.

I decided there was no better time than Ash Wednesday to make a fresh start. My "fasting" commitment is to try and eat out of my pantry for the next several weeks (sans milk and eggs which truthfully I sometimes leave on the counter, but should be kept fresh.) Although my diet will primarily consist of marinara sauce, Fiber One bars, and vanilla extract - I did realize I had quite a few baking basics. I combined that inventory with my love for all things flour-based and got to cooking. The first recipe on the outside of the White Lily all-purpose bag was Light and Fluffy Biscuits. I halved* the ingredients, since "light" is not a reference to the way they would look on my hips. Plus, I've been known to eat biscuits like grapes, but with melted butter and honey.

Here's what I created:

A couple of things you may have noticed that I'll try to explain. The recipe should have made six, but I didn't have a biscuit cutter. So I used a juice glass with an obvious less-than diameter. This led to 7 biscuits and an inordinate amount of leftover dough.

So I snatched a handful and created Biscuit B, which sorta looks like a fluffy dropping from a white labrador. And still I had excess dough, so I split it between biscuits A and C. Waste not, want not.

This, ladies and gentlemen, is why I am single...FOR A SEASON.

*I had to look up on whether the correct word is "halved" or "halfed" - thank you www.wordreference.com.

The Post About Darth Vader's Options

I'll admit it again. I really love Star Wars. There's a particularly warm and fuzzy spot in my heart for the black, yet white Sith lord who was simply misunderstood. This may be due in part to the plastic Darth Vader head my older brother had that held all of his action figures. I coveted it like my neighbor's manservant (Exodus 20:17).

In honor of the one who put the "Daddy" in "Daddy Issues":

Artist Adam McCauley imagines the other paths that might have been available to the Empire leader had his choices been different. I personally prefer "Barth" - nudity notwithstanding.

The Post About Bread & Milk

This is my first and very likely rare video blog. Mother Nature demanded it be shared.

It's Snowing from Vimeo.

Sidebar: This vlog was approximately one minute long. Dear friends, let the peer pressure overtake you.