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Green Olive Soup? Me?

20 Thursday Jan 2011

Posted by Esta in creating, family, laughter

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“I can’t pucker my lips”, Benny wails, lips stretching and twitching in his attempt

“Benny!” declares Davy, “If you can’t pucker your lips you’re not going to be able to get a girlfriend!”

For the record I did not teach them that. And Benny will not have any problems getting a girlfriend, despite not being able to make kissing noises to save his life.

Because he eats anything a girl puts before him.

Even green olive soup.

And Benny hates olives.

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I first tasted green olive soup on a cold, snow driven night in Minnesota, sitting across from my friend, Charissa.

 

 

 

 

 

The window let in the glow of the street lamps and we talked about how life is messy and drank tea. We also had cups filled with green olive soup and I decided to fall in love with it, since it gave me warm fuzzy feelings and tasted delicious.

I used to hate olives.

And then one day I said to myself,

 “Esta, stop this childish nonsense”

That year I forced olives into my mouth whenever I could and told myself they were good.

And finally I started to believe myself. Which is fortunate, since otherwise I would have never ordered green olive soup and would have missed falling in love.

Well today, I took a large test, which is supposed to tell me if I have any chance at passing the national nursing exam after graduation. It was mildly stressful.

Afterword, as a way to celebrate, I decided to make my own Green Olive Soup.

 Lydia helped me.

It turned out just right, creamy and olivey, and I was to tickled.

I served it for supper since the parents were gone. I found out brothers don’t like green olive soup like sisters do. But they all ate it like men, which is to say they finished their bowels with only moderate nose wiggles and gagging. Robert even said it was good.

I feel so artsy and domestic.

 I mean, I just made Green Olive Soup.

Me, the girl whose favorite food is fried potatoes over a camp fire, the more charcoal the better.

 Either I’m becoming city-fied or I’m growing up.

For girls only

28 Tuesday Dec 2010

Posted by Esta in creating, realized dreams

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If you are a guy I am, of course, laughing at you. Rest assured there is nothing especially scandalous in the following post. I am simply showing my gender bias by assuming you will not be interested in what follows.

For quite a while I have longed for a red room. I’ve had two pink rooms, two white rooms, a green room,  a blue room–lovely all of them, but I wanted something warm and cozy and textured. For a while my room was painted tan with red accents. Then, this fall, my friend Elizabeth came up to visit  and I decided it was time to finally remodel my little space. We painted the walls and bookshelves and sorted my mountains of books and shoved furniture around like gorillas.

And, whadda ya know, I FINALLY have pictures!

It’s not fancy. Or even that hip or artsy. But it is really and truly me–me in that it fits me or I fit it or we fit together.

There are red flowers on the walls and my owls peer down so chubby and alert.

 There is a chair for reading and big red pillows filled with hope

 

 There is lots of room on the walls for my ever odd assortment of pictures and words.

And there is lots of pottery and nature come in.

And there is texture

And there is a spot for an old whiskey bottle and more pottery

And more texture.

 

 

 

It’s awkward and  mismatched and little cluttered

–just like me.

 

I'm Esta

/Canadian nurse living in Oregon/ Occasionally I write about depression, womanhood, faith, and other super abstract ideas, while trying not to take myself too seriously.

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