I'm having a beef problem. Help!

As many of you out there know, I'm not much of a meat eater. I have no moral standing against the eating of meat. In fact, when it come to cows, eat away! They frighten me... I just don't like the taste of them :) and that is all I have to say about that!
My fiance, however, loves it. Seeing as I do most of the cooking around here, though, the poor guy has to eat chicken and fish if any meat at all, usually.
So today I am going to make filet mignon for him... The only problem is, I don't know the best way to prepare such a dish! What goes best with it? How is best to cook it? Where do I start? When should I start?!
I need help. Any and all tips/ advice/ recipes would be greatly appreciated!

:) Thank you

~miss Rae

About Damn Time

It's about time I start writing again.
Life just doesn't get any better than this!In the past few months, I have figured out that perfect comes in all shapes and sizes. I am finally in love, for real, engaged to the man of my dreams, and making preparations for our new beginning starting April 20th of this year. So close! Yet, so far away. He goes by the name of Joshua Pettit. An incredible man who doesn't always see how incredible he truly is. I do, though.
I never knew happiness until he walked into my life.
Although, we have our ups and our downs, it is all worth it when he kisses me goodnight and then I wake up with him still next to me. Still loving me. Still there.
That is what this post is about, I suppose. Prince charming isn't always what you thought he would be. He turns out to be much, much better!
I love you.

~miss Rae

technology

I hate you.
You make me feel a fruster brewing in my stomach.
Power, not even scratching the surface.
You make me sick.

Not even worth a phone call.
What's wrong with that?
I'm a contradiction.
Here it is.

Here I sit.
Pasting my soul on a virtual piece of paper.
What did I do wrong?
How could you do this to me again?

Break my heart once, shame on you.
But break it twice? ... Shame on me.

Glad you learned how to text.

:) I hope you have fun in vegas.

the good old days

Back in the day, life was so simple. 

               Let's take a walk.

I went to Bruner Elementary School. Located in North Las Vegas, around the corner from Cheyenne High School, if you know where that is. Going to school was always fun and recess was never long enough. We would play Red-Rover until we got busted by a teacher because some dumb kid always got hurt. I played double dutch, which automatically made me cool. I was a Peer Mediator... and then one day I had to be "mediated." The girl deserved it, I swear.

In fourth grade, my teacher was Mrs. Bromley-Norwood. When I was in her class, it was her first year teaching in Las Vegas. She was fresh out of New York, and she never let us forget it. She tried to tell us that we said "Nevada" wrong... She pronounced it like (Ne-vod-a)... She was wrong. That was the year the Twin Towers went down. I will never forget that day. No recess. And we watched the news all day. I don't remember Mrs. Bromley Norwood speaking a single word. She drove straight to New York the next day. We had substitutes for two weeks and every single one of them was mean.

Back in the day, to be a big fifth grader was to be school royalty. People just did things for you. You were respected. Especially if you were in Mrs. Herold's class. She was my teacher. And she was the absolute best. I don't know where she is, these days. I wish I did, so she could see the woman I have become. I learned so much from her. 

it's been a minute...

It has been a minute since my thoughts last rested here. Life is finally showing some promise! I am transferring within my job to another location, getting out of this two step town. I'm getting my life in order, with a man to kiss me at my side. It's comforting, you know? To have a person there to catch you if you fall... Kind of like the game called "trust", I hope he'll stay behind me. It's a love thing.
I need some assistance, I'm taking a few leaps. I've entered the Mary Kay business and plan on being amazing at it! That is the plan.
I'm ready! Ready for this chapter. For the past little bit, my bipolar mind has been so restless. So emotional. So in need of something more. Well kids, grown ups make things happen. You can't just wait for someone to grab your hand and tell you that you could be more than you are. At this point, I am the grown up. And now all of the big hands have let me go. That is what they do. They let you go and expect your mature wings to take flight and travel across new horizons, see incredible things, and make something of what they gave you. It's my time to fly.
This week will be an adventure in itself. One little event and my life with be utterly changed. I could not be more excited!

thanks for listening.

And so it is...
~miss Rae

Most Best

a list:

• black and white movies
• puppies
• rainy days
• hookah
• when the power goes out for hours so all you do is have conversation and play games by candlelight (some of my greatest childhood memories.)
• kissing
• loosing track of time
• swimming in the ocean
• having to put the book down for a sec because it made you cry
• skinny dipping
• listening to simon and garfunkel with dad
• car rides
• chick flicks
• pay checks
• mexican food
• blasting the classic rock station on the freeway
• windows down weather
• beaches
• spontaneous picnics 
• playing at the river
• sunscreen
• smoothies
• floppy beanies
• sleepovers
• ice cold lemonade
• summer nights
• stargazing
• finding a train
• planning vacations to incredible places
• being loved
• new panties
• good night and good morning texts
• furniture stores
• hippies
• rosemary
• kittens
• antique stores
• foreigners
• zion
• home
• nieces
• the perfect outfit
• tattoos
• best homies
• cody
• charlie
• jesse
• castin
• miranda
• karly
• amanda
• jessica
• duckii
• haley
• cousins
• shad
• laura
• stephanie
• amber
• joey
• jordan
• wild flowers
• bumping in to old friends
• writing
• painting
• singing at the tops of your voices
• water
• nicki minaj
• sun glasses
• vacations
• shopping
• old photos
• elderly people telling stories of their lives
• carrot cake
• house hunting
• planting flowers and trees
• horse back riding
• plane rides
• the lake
• new shoes
• wiz khalifa
• hawaii
• piano music
• frank Sinatra
• sleep
• winky faces
• all nighters
• a full tank of gas
• days off
• iced tea
• sex and the city
• sun tans
• the breakfast club
• people who are gay and loud, and proud of it
• being more than what meets the eye
• parties
• when it rains while the sun is shining
• sex
• breakfast for dinner
• little shops
• waterfalls
• baby animals
• museums
• old photos
• saying exactly what's on your mind
• fishing
• angel's landing for the day
• flying
• cliff jumping
• old friends
• coffee dates
• celery
• new shoes
• when my boobs are doing good things
• dancing
• trying something new
• celine dion
• nail pollish
• bubble baths
• dandelions
• balloons
• the Spice Girls
• camp fires
• horses
• a new pet fish
• flushing new pet fish a few hours- a day after purchase 
• the 4th of July
• family dinners
• Blueberry Hill (on Decatur in Vegas)
• living the HI life for a bit

That's all for now, folks

~miss Rae

a true definition

What is love? 

Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being 'in love' which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what's leftover when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. It's when your roots grow toward each other.. And when all the pretty blossoms have fallen off your branches you find that you are one tree and not two. 

one love

And so it is... 
~miss Rae