Being Brave

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I've never considered myself to be a very brave person.  Actually, I would label myself as a chicken.  I'm pretty much terrified of everything.  Even though I try to act the ripe age that I am, I somehow would much rather just curl up into my covers and hide.

I've had a dream on repeat the past couple of weeks.  In almost every single dream that I can remember, I am in a plane crash.  And in most of those dreams, my family is around me, and I can remember very vivid details.  One where I go back in to the plane to get my purse, even though the plane is on fire.  One of them was a hijacked airplane.

But because this dream seemed to jerk me awake, I really wanted to find out what it meant.  So I consulted Google, and what I found was kind of shocking.

from dreammoods:

Airplane Crash

to dream that a plane crashes signifies that you have set overly high and unrealistic goals for yourself.  you are in danger of having those goals come crashing down.  Alternatively, the crashing airplane represents your lack of confidence, self-defeating attitude and self-doubt.  you do not believe in your own ability to achieve those goals.  Loss of power and uncertainty in achieving your goals are also signified.

So, there's that.  But try as I might, I couldn't really think of any unrealistic goals that I have set.  And then they all came to me.

My impossible "dream weight."

My wanting to be the absolute best at my job, regardless of whether I like it or not.

Moving to New Orleans.

Going to beauty school.

All things, which I believe to be unattainable.  Plus, if you've met me for a second, you know my level of self-doubt is off the charts.  So I've decided to take the above motto and make it true of my life.

Scary roller coaster?  I'm gonna freaking ride it.

An opportunity arises where I can move to New Orleans?  I'm going to go.

A magical pill is invented where you automatically become your dream weight?  I'm popping that baby.

An opportunity comes up where I can truly be happy?  I'm doing it.

My goals do not have to be unattainable.  All I need to do is be brave.

Just be brave.

Super Simple Sausage Balls

I really wanted something easy to make for our work's food day for Valentine's Day.  I usually like to make something breakfasty, for the main reason that I super love anything breakfast, and that anything doing with breakfast is usually pretty easy to make.

I came across these guys, and figured, hey Laura, even you can make these.  Four ingredients, getting to use the KitchenAid mixer, and being able to make them that morning?  All of the above.  I was so in.  

so here we go:

(recipe from plainchicken.com)

Cream Cheese Sausage Balls

Ingredients:

 

1 lb hot sausage uncooked.

8 oz cream cheese, softened

1 1/4 cup Bisquick

4 oz cheddar cheese, shredded ( or if you're a cheese lover like me, 8 oz)

Directions:

Preheat oven to 400F.

Mix all ingredients until well combined. (I used my KitchenAid mixer with the dough hook attachment)  Roll into 1-inch balls.  Bake for 20-25 minutes, or until brown.

Sausage balls may be frozen uncooked.  If baking frozen, add a few minutes to the baking time.

For me, it made about forty balls

And they were delightful!!

I thought adding the extra cheese was a good idea.  Four ounces just didn't seem like enough!  I also ended up cooking them for only about 17 minutes, and it gave them a little crunch which made them even better.

These would be awesome for a football game too!  And they were so so easy that it was impossible to mess up.

Which is always a plus in my book.

Snow Day Hobby

During my snow day last week, I needed to figure out something to do to pass the small lulls in my day.  Because even though the demands of truck drivers are constant, every once in a while, the stars align and the angels start singing, and there is a moment of silence.

So I came up with a game.

Let's torture the dog with excessive picture taking!!  She doesn't like her picture being taken.  She actually doesn't like a whole lot of anything.

She's kind of a chicken.  She hates baths.  She hates loud noises.  She barks at nothing and everything.  While every other dog in puppy training class was using the clicker to train, Stella said no way.  We had to resort to snap training.  

I do see dogs that appear to love having their picture taken.  This sweet little ball of fur is not one of them.

I look so hot working from home.

"Really, mom?"

The whole day she pretty much insisted on helping me with work.  Every time she decided she was going to put her head on my computer was when I decided she needed a picture.

She is so blasted cute though, so it was really hard to mind that head on my lap top.