Cooking vegan is fun! :D

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I made vegetable enchiladas with tofu sour cream sauce tonight. It was my own recipe and I'm really happy how they turned out. I'll probably make a couple of variations before I write down the actual recipe. I'm thinking about doing a vegan food blog since I cook practically every night. Thing is, I usually make other people's recipes, and I don't know if I should blog about that. :P Oh well. I will think about it more...

I <3 My Cat

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Originally uploaded by Christina Blue

My cat is my baby. It's ridiculous how close we are to each other. That's right, my cat loves me just as much as I do her. When I'm gone for a long time, she's so happy to see me. Licks me, lays on me, practically hugs me and talks to me. I always miss her a lot, too. Like so much I get teary eyed when I think about her. We've become close in a relatively short period of time, since I've only had her for about six months now. I remember the day she decided to love me. She cuddled herself on top of my chest as I was laying down, nuzzled one side of her face on me and looked up with this little look like, "I'm so glad that you are mine and I am yours."

I rescued her from being abandoned or taken to the local animal shelter when I lived in Fort Worth from a man that was being forced by his ex-wife to get ride of her because she was causing problems with her son's allergies when he went to visit his father. He didn't make any real effort to find a new home for her, and I just so happened to work with his ex-wife. She one day asked me if I wanted a cat, and at the time I didn't think I could handle one because I had just recently lost my other cat, Sebastien. But I felt a tug at my conscience when she told me she was going to just have her dropped somewhere - this poor thing would have no warning. A nice warm home one day, and out on the streets the next. I agreed to take her.

She was so afraid when she came to me. She never fought me off - she was just a scared little blob when I pulled her our of the cage. When the people who brought her left, I kept her in my arms for about an hour telling her everything would be fine and she would be well taken care of...and that I would never just get ride of her one day.

And I never would. We're buddies til the end.

"Goodbye Funkytown", or "I Suck At Keeping A Blog"

Today I closed up my apartment in Fort Worth and returned my keys to the office. I'm no longer in limbo. Round Rock is my only home now.
It was a little sad to leave my first apartment. I've been there for the last three years. I had some pretty good times there, along with some bad ones, too. Those walls witnessed the biggest spiritual growth spurt of my life thus far.
Being in a new town, starting over again...it's exciting. I feel I have a blank canvas. I feel like I can go out and choose the colors knowing that this time, I know a little more of what I'm doing. Still, I'm a little nervous. I'm not quite sure what will come of it. I've never been one to be comfortable about 'not being sure' because I was raised to make sure that I always was. However, that way just doesn't work for me. It never has, not really.

I'm in such an odd situation at the moment, and I suppose I could tell the details of it but it doesn't seem to matter that much. It's not my focus; my music is my focus. On Monday, if all goes well, I'm going to see someone about singing for their band. A neo-soul type project. I hope it goes well.

Well, until my next blog, kids. Hopefully it won't be an entire month away - this sort of thing is good for me. Helps collect my thoughts.