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house love

8 Feb

I am totally drooling over this perfect mid-century ranch home in Michigan. It is perfectly decorated and keeps in tact the home’s quirky architectural charm. Click the photo to see the rest of the tour over at Vintage Indie.
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jacka-who?

1 Feb

When I was in elementary school, my mother had a really awesome habit of dating strange men. Actually, she still has that habit, but now she is married. Apparently this one stuck, but that is after the time she went into the mental institution and came ome with a husband. Whatever. She dated this incredibly creepy man named, Jerry, who would buy her outrageous gold jewelry. I knew he was a flake before I ever actually saw his house, which is really what this post is about, because he had those glasses that were sort of like perma-sunglasses…the kind that were always slightly tinted a greyish-purple, so that they hid his eyes. Never trust anyone with them, just like you shouldn’t trust an adult with braces. That’s another post in itself.

So, Jerry was a creep, big time! He lived in the country, in the woods, in a great big house. The house was a bit larger than any other house I’d ever been in, but thinking about it now, it might not have been that big. We were poor white trash, after all. His house was nice enough upstairs, but go down the stairs into the basement, and one enters a taxidermied wonderland. Mostly there were jackelopes, and smelled of weird fur pelts and turpentine. The dude made his seemingly vast fortune (as witnessed by mother’s gaudy gold jewelry he bedazzled her with) by manufacturing jackelopes. For those of you unawares, jackelopes are rabbits with horns usually mounted on a plaque made of pine. It’s a black hills thing, you might not understand.

If you ever wanted to learn, I could probably show you how. They really are just styrofoam molds with some cheap fur stapled onto them and glass eyes inserted. The horns usually come from local deer, but those could easily be fake, too. Jerry enlisted my family in his bizarre business and paid children (my brother, sister, and I) pennies for each one we made–slave driver then turned around and sold them for like twenty dollars at tourist traps. And that was how I had a great career in making jackelpes. But you best not tell anyone, because we like to fool people into thinking that during hunting season, you can lure ’em out with bourbon and bologne. So, that was my first job, aged eight. Second job aged ten, but we will save that for another day too.

Of course, they eventually broke up, but she kept the jewelry. We ran into him at a restaurant some time after, and she was dramatic as she always is. Mother has a knack for causing scenes and making others uncomfortable. It really is endearing.

the latest sensation: brussel sprouts

26 Jan

We seriously eat brussel sprouts almost weekly, we just love them! Only fresh ones will do for us, and luckily a local grocery store has them frequently in stock. Perfectly shaped little bundles of joy, they are! Is it a little creepy that I now think of little baby heads whenever I look at them (Cabbage Patch Kids).

On tonight’s menu brussel sprouts sautéed in a wee bit of olive oil until they get a delicate little crust on them. Then we always use the tongs tediously turning them over onto the rounded side and cover. One must be careful not to over-cook, as they are best with a bit of crunch. We are also having Gardein Multigrain Tenders which I tossed with wing sauce.


this is the year.

24 Jan

2011 is going to be a great year, I can feel it. I have taken some big steps in a much healthier direction–I am eating so much better, working out at least six days a week, and cutting out the negative! Each moment that I spend with others is because I enjoy their company; no more obligatory social time, each minute of my life is now spent with intention. Finally. When I moved back to Rapid City, I was feeling a bit shell-shocked, and needed a serious breather. In short, I had a bit of a Single White Female experience, which left me so emotionally drained and stressed. I won’t go into details, but I really had to get the eff out there! While, I miss plenty of my friends, I have reconnected with olds ones, and am much happier in my relationship with Court. We get along swimmingly, and could not be in a better place! Again, finally. A lot of what last year boiled down to was priorities, I was trying to keep everything together for the ex-roommate, that I never really let myself breathe. Enough about that, I am just in a really great place now: emotionally, physically, and mentally. Ready for the next chapter in my life!

october unprocessed

12 Oct

So, I was the 250th person to take the pledge to consume no processed foods for the month of October. So far, it has been coming along swimmingly, with only minor setbacks. Let’s see if I can remember what I’ve eaten:

lots of salads with loads of nutritious greens, nuts, veggies, and seeds.

autumnal chili which has also been repurposed into taco salads

pizzas made from teff and amarynth flours

vegetable sandwiches on ezekial bread (i allowed myself this luxury, as it is nutritious)

amazing french onion soup

whole wheat pastas with various sauces

eggs poached in salsa verde with a mushroom quesadilla on a corn tortilla

palaak paneer with home-made paneer

tomato tofu

mushroom stroganoff over fragrant brown rice

it’s been really fun, challenging and rewarding. I have taken away a deep intention and appreciation for food, that was always there, but has been renewed! Everything I consume has an intention and a purpose, rather than just eating whatever is in front of me or that i have access to.

summer time, like the fresh prince

17 May

The school year is done, and I received 3 A’s and 1 B. The B was in a political science course that was heavily statistics based; at least now I feel confident interpreting data in social science-based scholarly journals. I still need to find a job, but I have not really been looking. There was a short period of time where I just got really discouraged, depressed, and all sorts of anxious, so I did not really do anything about it. My moods have brightened, and tomorrow I am starting the process all over again. The next two weeks are going to be filled with research and my study for my major project. Tomorrow morning I begin with my first subject, and I am a little nervous about being as professional as possible. I really want this to be an example of my capabilities as a marker to show what I’ve accomplished in my undergraduate career. It’d be nice to use it as a showpiece when applying for graduate schools in the fall. When I finally get a job, I will set up a date for the GRE. I’ve requested study materials through inter-library loan, because my library’s copies are missing. I am mostly nervous about the mathematics portion, so I will be really brushing up on that.

As for the cooking, we been eating a lot of simple foods, that are nourishing but inexpensive. We scored some really fabulous priced organic imported cheese from Holland, which ended up being around 4 dollars a pound. We’ve used it in plenty of things, and still have the two variations around. Apparently, we got a really good deal because the same product is available for like 20 dollars a pound at other institutions. Right now I have a pot of beans simmering along with another pot of wheat berries, which I am going to use both in a chili. If it turns out I will post the recipe. After this, I want to make a tater-tot casserole either with crumbled tempeh, tvp, or grillers. Oh, and I forgot that I checked out Vegan Soul Kitchen by Bryant Terry from my school’s library. It has made me rethink my aversion to cornmeal, grits, and polenta!

I’ve managed to stay active even though school has been out for one week and I haven’t found job. After going to subject #1’s house to begin the project, I am going to apply at about ten locations. Wish me luck! In other news, I am committed to catching up not only on some academic reading (for my project in nutritional anthropology) but also on for-fun reading. I am currently reading The Road by Cormac McCarthy. It is my first book by the author, and even though it is stark, grim, and demonstrates humanities capacity for destruction, it also speaks to the bonds of love, and a slight hopefulness in a post-apocalyptic America. If there are any followers of this blog left, would anyone like to participate in an online sort of reading club? I think it could be fun..

celebrating the end of a national nightmare

19 Jan

I am drinking a Summit Winter Ale anticipating tomorrow, when we will no longer have President Bush, but President Obama! Here is to a greater America, in which we can accomplish greatness. Because I am celebrating the end of the Bush-era, I wanted to paint my toenails, so I searched for my blue nail polish. Instead of finding my blue nail polish, I found the social security card of a man who died in my old apartment….that’s what this post really is about..

So, in February of last year, I moved out of my place with Court because I needed space and time to think about where our relationship was headed, etc, etc..I am living with him again, in our tiny one bedroom and our adorable kitty. Anyway, I moved into another tiny one bedroom, which was oh-so-cute, but had a little bit of trauma unbeknown to me. Apparently the previous resident was bi-polar who had violent outbreaks and had recently gone off of the medication. Well, one night he broke into the upstairs apartment which then had three girls living in it–and hid naked until they came home. He attempted to rape one of them, and attacked her so badly she had to be hospitalized for her injuries. Fortunate for her, her room mate was able to call the police…well, long story short, the police ended up shooting and killing him. The girls moved out. I moved into his apartment, and found his social security card along with some ‘blood’ stained walls in the kitchen which are below where he was shot. I always felt a little off at the place, and then I found that out about halfway through my living there. That would really only happen to me.