My (Mini) Vacation

I got some new tattoos (yes, the one behind my ear DID hurt a lot, thank you for asking):

My little brother graduated:

I got pictures with the family (which is a very rare thing):

(the check I’m holding is Pat’s Army check…The money he’ll make while he’s in the guard.)

I got to play with my nephew:

And see the new one:

And I got to see Salem (which I didn’t get pictures of).

I thought I got away from the rain when I left Wyoming, but I woke up this morning to a downpour.  The rain was about an inch deep everywhere (in some places more).  I shared my umbrella, so half of me was soaked, as well as my latin books.  I hope it stops before I go to work.



This morning, while getting ready for a meeting, I had my iPod on shuffle in my dock.  Pretty normal stuff played; Marilyn Manson, Mindless Self Indulgence, Evanescence (normal for me anyways)…And then, all of a sudden, a song played that took me back to my first real slow dance with my biggest crush, Lincoln.  (People from Hulett, you’re probably cracking up right now, because there’s only one Lincoln.)

Strawberry Wine by Deana Carter.

Not only did it remind me of my first grown-up dance (it wasn’t really that grown-up…I was really afraid to ask him, and he finally asked me when people told me I wanted to dance.), but it reminded me of going to town in the summers with my sister, Kim, in the jeep that Beth let her drive.  I remember the sun streaming in the large, open windows, our hair blowing around, sunglasses reflecting the bright sun, screaming the words to the Deana Carter CD that was playing.

We never went because we had to go, we went just to hang out, just to be together.  Pat seldom came with us, and escaping from home was always welcome.  I thought that we were the bets of friends, and I never wanted to summer to end, because that meant that we would go back to bitching about each other to our friends, and avoiding seeing each other in school.  She was the coolest person I ever knew, and I was always so upset when she shunned me in front of her friends.

I was just the dorky little sister that always wanted to tag along.  Now I can see why she never wanted me around, but it doesn’t lessen how bad I felt when she made fun of me.

But during those summer months, we were best friends, going everywhere together; to town, up on the hill to tan together, etc.

I miss the days when what CD we wanted to listen to was the only thing that we had to choose, before money and motherhood got in the way.  (Not that I don’t love my nephews.)  We were so free and able to do whatever we wanted.  High school is so far behind both of us, and even though it was the worst time of my life, I would give so much to be able to go back to when we were able to hang out in the jeep, talking, laughing and singing to Deana Carter.

It’s funny how those memories last…

Curly Q

I had a wonderful morning this morning; playing with the kitties, eating some oatmeal, and taking pictures with my hair that I had curled, because I didn’t have anything more pressing than being girly.  (I uploaded most of the pictures I took to my flickr if you were curious).

While I was in Hulett, dropping Pat off at work, I picked up the mail and was delighted to find that the book I had ordered from amazon (One Fifth Avenue) had finally arrived!  I also stopped in at the library and picked up another book, although I have so many to read now.  The book I picked up was “Eat, Pray, Love” by Elizabeth Gilbert.  I’d been hearing about the movie coming out, and was always a little curious when I would read about celebs seen carrying it around and whatnot.  When I was on the lunch date with Astrid, we stopped in at Wal-Mart afterward, and I saw it in the book section and read the back.  It hooked me, but I didn’t want to buy the book.  Whenever I’m in a library or bookstore, I have to get something.  It doesn’t matter what’s at home, or what’s checked out, or that I have no money to speak of, and I shouldn’t be spending it on books when I have to pay for COLLEGE in a month or so: I HAVE TO GET SOMETHING.  Which is why when I thought of books, I thought of “Eat, Pray, Love”.  I haven’t started it, but I’m excited.  I want to sit outside and read it, with sunshine on the pages and prickly green grass under my toes.

The next on my list, after “Eat, Pray, Love”, “The Mammoth Hunters”, and “One Fifth Avenue” (or in between the last two…)?  “Committed“… Or maybe, all of her novels…

Wok This Way…

Using this recipe, Pat and I created Orange Chicken for dinner yesterday. While Pat cut the chicken into cubes, I whisked the eggs, mixed the flour, salt and pepper, and made the orange sauce, which turned out really tangy, thanks to my additions to the recipe (hello extra oj!). After Pat had finished cutting up the chicken, he dunked each piece into the egg, then the flour mixture, and built a little chicken igloo out of the entire thing. It was like a really slow assembly line. Then, he used the wok to fry everything, begging me every few minutes to “add more oil! It’s sticking!”

I also made a really yummy smoothie with fresh blueberries, blackberries, raspberries, apple and orange and the rest of the oj I didn’t use in the orange sauce. I blended all the fruits with the juice, and then when it was nice and smooth, I poured it through a strainer to get rid of all the seeds. I put the newly smooth mixture back into the blender and added a few (huge) scoops of vanilla ice cream and blended until everything was mixed. It was really refreshing after eating the chicken (which I put rice and soy sauce on. I didn’t eat the actual orange sauce.) and yesterday it was about 90 degrees outside, so the smoothie was cool and thick, and absolutely delicious.

While we ate the chicken (we even fried up the fat in the leftover egg and flour mixture for the dog), we watched “The Blind Side” which I hadn’t seen. Both the chicken and the movie were really good.

This morning, I made pancakes with fresh blueberries. The blueberries oozed while the batter cooked, and every bite had a blueberry in it. I ate those while I watched “Tooth Fairy” with Dwayne Johnson. I love Dwayne Johnson.

Leading a (Black) Dog to Water…

You know its summer when you wake up sweaty, like I did this morning. I pried myself out of bed, took a cool shower, and made myself some french toast. Which had blood in it. (I got the eggs from the ranch, and apparently one of them was a little bit bloody. Salem enjoyed his breakfast.) After deciding that a t-shirt was too hot, I went back inside, which was cooler by about 4 degrees (it really matters when its hot), and put on a swimsuit, with a tank top over it. I proceeded to jump out my window, and invite Pat to walk down to the “frog pond”. It’s where we used to catch frogs when we were younger. Creative name, I know.

Then, Pat and I took Salem for a walk. Down a dusty road. When it was 80+ degrees. Bad idea? You betcha. Salem was a trooper though, not pulling the lead too much, and walking beside me. When we got to the creek, cows were everywhere and Salem was really excited, even though i kept yanking him backwards. They ended up running off, and we headed to the cool, tan water. Salem leaped into it, lapping up the dirty water, happy to be cool. We took several pictures, and then went home. Within minutes, walking back up the dusty road, Salem was dry and miserable again. When we got home, we sprayed him down. Poor guy is still covered in winter hair, which is thick, and very black. Maybe I’ll shave him.

Good news, my things from RHL shipped today! I’m looking forward to having them, even though I won’t be able to use them until September.

The good thing about a hot day, and exerting Salem is the fact that he’s been quiet since we got back. No annoying half-puppy, half-grown bark, part squeak, part bark. Lovely sounding, I assure you.By the way, who totally loves my new blog look? The colors are just what this summer-starved, snow-in-May girl needs!