Buy these for me please!

I met Neil Young yesterday.

So, that is kind of the best.

I also finally played Settlers of Catan, which rules, but not nearly as much as HOLYSHITNEILYOUNG.

Lacking a boyfriend only really sucks when you need to borrow his sweater.



Picked up this little Banana Repubs number to satisfy the craving. It'll do for now. I just have to avoid Sydney's at all times, lest I start buying clothes for future-BF.

did you look up at the stars

What a guy!

I can't go a week without turning back to this shoot from The Selby for motivation.

itsa-itsa-itsa-itsa-SINKHOLE

I have an ex-boyfriend I only hear from sporadically, who is particularly fond of sending me ridiculous things on the internet.

Every now and then I'm like "come on, guy, what's your deal?" but more often then not, he's struck gold.


Wrote a little 70s punk diddy tonight, started a new band (World War Blue). Next week: Write a blues cover of said 70s punk diddy.

pages upon pages

bruises & dirt, I can't survive a week outside without acquiring an abundance of both on my poor legs.
never enough bbq.
Preferred diner of the Dillon Panthers, fyi.

waitin' on waitin' on waitin' on you

adventuring time!

Hello, Austin. I look forward to you seeing a lot of my legs.

good mornin!

Sittin' down with The Wars, some tea, and some homemade delicious. 9am, you're not so rough.

wholesome ftw!

I took it pretty easy on the pbn's this season. Gotta finish these guys up before spring has really sprung.

Vegan apple-cinnamon muffins in the oven, This American Life on the speakers. Time to get to work!

whoa whoa whoa

What the faaaaaaaaaaaaaahk?

Emergency living room oceanographers meeting (so, uh, Adam, some tall cans, and myself) asap!

hello, little buds!

Springtime!

I'm in the process of trading in my coffee addiction for a less intense appreciation for tea. I am no photographer (had you noticed?) so you don't get to see the really cool looking honey-licorice tea a super sweet fella picked up for me, but boy howdy I bet you'd like to be here to drink it! True to form, I had to stock up on accessories for My New Thing, so now there are these cool little tea balls on the steamer trunk (and conversations with Roomie can quit going like this "Do we have a pizza cutter?" "Do you honestly think I have a pizza cutter?" "Well, I don't know. You have a cupcake decorating set and four different kinds of cheese knife, but I guess nothing that you might actually have need to use on a regular basis.")* just hanging out, ready to infuse some flavour into my hot water.

Post-accessory purchase, I stopped in at the Pocket and grabbed a double Americano (but not a triple...baby steps, right?) and then sat in Christie Pitts for some sweet people and dog watchin'. Coffee and a park bench, hello spring!

*In some senses, I really have the best prepared kitchen in the world. Do you need a decorative platter? How about fondue pokers? Melon baller? Marinating brush? Absolutely -- which style/length/width would you like? We've got options. But I hope you don't need a can opener or thermometer, or measuring cups, because we are fresh out!

On that note, I had to defend my lack of measuring spoons the other day till I was blue in the face. This accusation that I am not a real baker will not stand! The more you use certain ingredients, the more familiar you are with eyeing the correct size. Sure, sometimes I over-vanilla or under-cinnamon a recipe, but never catastrophically. Intuitive baking!

Continuing my oddly prepared kitchen, IWANTALLOFTHESE. I bet you everything would taste so much better on a proper cake stand.

ooooooh-eeee!

Walnut & toffee vegan banana bread. Perfect for a wet, blustery, lazy faux-Sunday.

Dropped in at the Shop yesterday, Wes is going to be adding a pretty sweet little cowgirl to my leg once I'm back from Tejas. Can't wait!

ol' dodge.

Every time I drop dollars into the savings account, I can't help but get giddy over posts like this.

But when this is what I called home...well...who can blame me?

Surprise blahg appearance by Tosh, who I'm certain has only ever worn a cowboy hat for novelty purposes.

this is it

I wish I were better with a camera so that I could give you a proper (albeit still partial) view of how fantastic brightly lit mornings in a small kitchen are, with John Deere hats and country shirts, dirty jeans and greasy skillets. Fresh eggs and blurry tattoos in the background, Mama on dishes and quick grins. Eggel Bagel, you were never so delicious.

Ah well!