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and it’s 2012

Monday, January 2nd, 2012

It’s 2012, and  I did not resolve to eat healthier.

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Which is good, because Crockett took some time off from catching up with work to head out for a bbq lunch with me.

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I got up early today, and cleaned up the kitchen and organized our messiest cabinet. Included in the list of things I threw out: Bisquick that expired in 2005, whole wheat bread crumbs that expired in 2004, and salad dressing that was weirdly chunky and expired in 2008. It was quite the cabinet.

Then I went to the gym, and the library, and walked the dogs.

I am so ready for everyone else to get lazy again. I couldn’t get on a treadmill in the hour I was there, so I worked on an elliptical instead. Since Crockett got me a heart rate monitor for Christmas (thanks, babe!) I was able to maintain an appropriate heartrate, so I count it as a good workout – even though it wasn’t a run.

Then – bbq!

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Well – then margaritas and then bbq.

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There is a piece of bread under there, along with smoked chicken, Lulu’s PPO, hot Carolina style bbq sauce, and coleslaw.

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I ordered a side of sweet potato tots and Crockett ordered fried okra – then we shared. Fried okra is so good, but sometimes some weird white stuff comes out of the middle – has anyone else noticed that?

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Now we’re back home, and I have literally no plans for the rest of the day.

I love Christmas break like whoa.

How’s 2012 been so far for y’all?

(Also – I’ve been to a several parties over the past few days and made some tasty ass food – but took no pictures. Sad. At least the cheesy rice from the New Years potluck yesterday – everyone needs that recipe.)

 

Why no, I’m not working today

Monday, October 17th, 2011

Today and tomorrow are fall break!

And yesterday was Crockett’s birthday!

If your definition of epic is ‘yeah, that was pretty awesome’, then it’s been an epic weekend. (If your definition of epic is the actual definition of epic then I apologize for how I like to use it.)

On Friday we went out with a few of Crockett’s friends. For 10 hours. (We met the early birds at a 4 pm happy hour and stayed out with the latecomers until after midnight – who’s 33 now, huh?)

me and crockett at empire

Based on the reactions on facebook, this is the most best my hair has ever looked.

How could I not share that with you?

On Saturday we recuperated.

On Sunday, birthday funday really began.

We started with brunch at Lola, one of Crockett’s favorite places.

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It was nice enough that we could sit on the patio. (Please excuse my dirty camera lens.)

I told the host and our server that it was Crockett’s birthday. He told me to stop. I said ‘not on your life’.

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And then we got free cinnamon sugar doughnuts, proving pretty soundly that I was right and he was wrong.

Ha.

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We ordered brunch drinks – a peach mimosa for me and a bloody maria for the birthday boy, and then got down to doughnut eating while we made our meal choices.

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And while Crockett fielded birthday calls, left and right.

He’s apparently quite popular.

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Here’s the thing about fried food. It may be guilt inducing, sometimes. It may be overkill, sometimes.

Sometimes, though? It’s perfect. These doughnuts were warm and crispy and every single bite was absolutely necessary.

Lola is a little tough for me – they have a lot of bell peppers in their hashes and stuff. I went with a safe choice.

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Chicken and waffles.

Wait, did I say safe?

I meant delicious. It was a brined chicken breast with buttermilk waffles (I think), chorizo gravy, and a raspberry chipotle syrup. I made Crockett a bite right off, so that I wouldn’t eat it all before he got to try it.

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For his own meal, Crockett went for the pulled pork benedict, served on chile cornmeal muffins.

It was tasty, but it was no chicken and waffles.

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I also caved and ordered coffee. I’m trying to move away from coffee in restaurants, because I keep getting refills and then I feel a little jittery until mid-afternoon. Sure, I could just turn down the refills, but it’s better if I don’t have to put myself in that position. I’m not strong like that.

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A chicken waffleicious bite, right there.

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Lola is in a really great neighborhood of Denver, and they’re one of the locations where you can rent these bikes. You pay $6 for the day, and can take a bike from any location for up to half an hour for free. It’s kind of expensive, but we had some time to kill before our next stop, so we rented a couple and rode around the neighborhood, looking at adorable houses and new condos and dreaming of a slightly more urban life. When we brought the bikes back, we realized we still had some time to kill, so we checked them out again and rode over the highway into downtown Denver. We tooled around for half an hour, through the parks – it was a very effective way to rid ourselves of our brunch induced desire to nap.

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It’s a good thing, because our big event for the day was pretty physical. Indoor skydiving!

(Those two people are not us.)

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These two people are us.

Once we started the skydiving, I had to lock up all my stuff, so I don’t have any pictures. I do have a video, but in general it was like this – we laid on our stomachs in the wind and tried really hard to learn what some people make look easy.

We were pretty good, honestly.

Afterwards, we went to Crockett’s brothers house for dinner and delicious homemade Italian style cheesecake.

It was a lovely day.

Happy birthday, baby!

quick, how many things (that make sense) could OLI stand for?

Monday, October 3rd, 2011

Do you ever wake up on Saturday just ready to go-go-go?

(If you said yes, I’ve slightly misjudged my audience, but that’s awesome for you!)

tomato muffin

I rolled out of bed verrry gradually, and ended up making an english muffin with cream cheese for breakfast at around ten. One side was savory (cream cheese and tomato slices with a sprinkling of salt)…

coconut cream cheese english muffin

and the other side was sweet, with (apparently barely) toasted coconut and the same cream cheese.

I wanted it to be light, because I went to the gym afterwards, and my mom has been telling me I’m not working out hard enough. She’s a certified personal trainer, although she doesn’t actually train anyone, and she said that my weights are too light. I went in yesterday with the intention of actually trying – shocking, I know.

I succeeded.

I mostly do machines, because the downstairs (where the free weights are) is full of sweaty high school boys. I’m not sure that’s the best call, because not all of the machines get small enough for me, but I’ll worry about that some other time. I increased my weights at least one level on every machine, and two on most.

grape nuts and watermelon

When I got home I was starving. This is the problem with working out really hard – you can’t wait to eat afterwards. Crockett used to go to the gym right before lunch and then head down the street to Chipotle afterwards. I ate the thing with the least preparation that I could think of: cereal. Specifically, Grape Nuts. (There are a lot of Grape Nuts in that bowl, they’re just so full of awesomeness that they don’t float.)

I also threw together some pizza dough to be used for dinner, and then I sat down to tackle some statistical methods homework.

At 7:30 I was 90% done with the homework (it’s a two-week assignment, so it’s not totally crazy that it takes so long), and making pizza seemed hard and I really wanted beer. Specifically Stella Artois. We had no beer and definitely no Stella.

Stella at OLI

You know who has Stella?

OLI.

green chili at OLI

They also have green chili and big, soft, delicious flour tortillas. (If this looks familiar, it’s because this is what I ALWAYS order at the OLI.)

southwest chicken salad

Crockett’s go-to is the southwestern chicken salad, although he occasionally branches out into the reuben.

eating chili

I tried to smile, but Crockett took too long and I had to take a bite.

(It was 80 in Louisville yesterday – I’m just wearing two long sleeve shirts because I’m always cold.)

the end of dinner

I really wish professional eater was a job. I enjoy it so much more than I do doing homework.

OLI

The OLI was not hopping, at 8 on a Saturday night. I would say I’m worried for them, but they’ve been around since …

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1906, so they must be doing something right.

Dinner out two nights in a row.

And we’re not even celebrating anything.

Best weekend ever.

 

 

 

flu shot friday

Saturday, October 1st, 2011

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The tazmanian devil (upsidedown) helped me get through the pain of my flu shot.

I’m so-so on things like flu shots – especially as a relatively healthy young person. However, flu shots are free and encouraged at school, and while TAing I feel like I’m probably extra at risk. I went for it yesterday, not considering how crappy it was going to make my arm feel and how that was going to impact my planned workout (spoiler alert – I skipped the workout all together in favor of happy hour. It’s the flu shot’s fault, I swear.)

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Lunch was another version of Thursday’s watermelon salad. I swapped out the mixed greens for just arugula, and topped the whole shebang with a little bit of warm pulled pork. The pork perfectly filled the hole that I’d said needed mango or avocado. This was so good. SO GOOD.

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Also? Yoplait parfait.

So gross. (I literally threw half away, which I HATE doing, but it was just nasty. I think it might have been good if I hadn’t just had so much natural sugar in the watermelon – it tasted super chemically.)

I took the dogs for a walk and then futzed around my homework for awhile. (Futzing around your homework: looking at it, ostensibly creating a plan of attack, without actually doing anything useful.)

Then Crockett said ‘let’s go play’ and I said ‘badass. Let’s do it.’

We went to the Empire. Since I ate lunch fairly late, I focused mainly on the happy hour menu in lieu of dinner.

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Fried chickpeas (shared with Crockett).

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I usually have the same thing to drink here (Basa, a Spanish Verdejo), but tonight I decided to branch out.

This is the Bubby St. G – a mix of St. Germaine, gin, prosecco, and lemon. It’s just barely sweet, just barely bubbly, and quite delicious.

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To round it out the meal, I had a piece of Humboldt Fog with some crunchy bread.

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Crockett went with the pulled pork sandwich (because apparently he hasn’t had enough lately?), and Dale’s Pale Ale.

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Sometimes, happiness is a local restaurant with tasty food.

Right now they have a High Holidays menu, too, but I wasn’t hungry enough to dive in. Maybe we’ll go back before they’re over, and I can have me some kugel.

After dinner we went home to watch Paul – it was surprisingly sweet, but lacked the hilarity of Shaun of the Dead. It did only further my love for Kristen Wiig, so if you like her, I totally recommend it.

 

well hello lovah

Thursday, September 29th, 2011

Guys, I’m not going to lie.

I just got home from a happy hour that turned into two and a half hours that were happy.

If this post seem a little tipsy, it’s because it is.

You guys, I yelled at a stranger yesterday. I was on the phone with one of my best friends afterwards telling her about how I didn’t understand why I’d turned into a crazy person for the last two weeks….

and then I remembered that I hadn’t eaten sugar for two weeks.

I immediately proceeded to go out with Crockett for sandwiches.

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I ate the remainder for breakfast this morning.

A meatball sandwich for breakfast sounds weird but is quite delicious.

Then school beat the hell out of me. You know that thing where a teacher hands one student the whole pile of homework and that student takes his or her assignment and passes it to the next person?

By the time it got to me, I had the lowest grade remaining in the pile.

Sometimes I hate school.

That was the point at which I started googling law school and the LSAT. I feel like I wouldn’t have the lowest grade at law shcool.

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When I got home, I made a peach, oatmeal, and spinach smoothie.

You know, because I’m eating sugar again.

So ugly. So delicious.

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I started to study for my Mathematical Statistics exam and realized that I’m almost halfway through my notebook for that class, even though I’m only 6 and a half weeks into the semester.

Obviously we’re going to have to take a couple of weeks off, in order to return to an appropriate notebook/lecture balance.

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Thank the happy hour heavens for Yvonne and her drive to drag me away from homework. I was reluctant, but it was the right call.

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Perhaps the chips helped.

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The queso was (maybe) the deciding factor.

Oh wait.

The fabulous conversation was the deciding factor.

Whatever. I’m glad I went to happy hour.

Funny story – I put a big old brined pork butt into a dutch oven at like 1 this afternoon. (Funny story two – the reason that I didn’t put it into the slow cooker is because I inadvertently set the slow cooker on fire last week. WHAT? Slow cookers totally burn.) Then? I forgot. When I got home from happy hour at 8:30, I smelled delicious pork and realized it was still in there.

You guys, I never understood before what people meant when they said meat was like butter.

I do now.

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Since Crockett and I had already eaten, I packed it up for the rest of the week.

And also made coleslaw.

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If both (or either) prove to be delicious, I will share how I went about it.

P.S. I cut myself while making coleslaw, and it’s gross. Totally minor, but gross. If you want to see, scroll on down.

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I know that there are worse things, but this was weird. I don’t know why I was holding a knife. I used forks to shred the pork. The cabbage was pre-shredded.

Basically I’m not great with sharp things, I guess? Are you good with knives? Are there people who own the whole sharp edges thing?

In other news

Sunday, September 25th, 2011

Things that other people are eating:

After our big Michigan trip, Crockett’s parents continued their vacation. One of the places they ended up was the Mohonk Mountain House. Crockett’s dad sent me this hilarious picture, which he says means that the roast, duck, and lamb were absolutely delicious, the veggies were stellar, and the deep fried far east flavored lamb ball was revolting. I laughed for about half an hour when I noticed the caption.

When they got home, they took advantage of all the veggies that had grown up in their garden in their absence and made a chicken pot pie, with home roasted chicken. Short of having the bird raised in the backyard, that’s about as locally sourced as it gets. And also tasty looking.

Things Crockett and I have been up to:

My pre-Google savory almond fluffy pancake thingamabob. (Crockett was not interested – pictured in the background, him making his daily muesli.)

 

 

 

On Friday, when I drove to Google, there were balloons everywhere!

Does this make sense to you? The bag is printed? The bag IS recycled paper? I’m lost, Whole Foods – lost.

Friday night and yesterday I lifted the sugar ban for fruit (and sushi). I actually felt pretty good last week, though, and had some positive results fitting-into-my-pants wise, so I’m going to continue for a second week. Nothing past that, because I don’t want to change my ability to digest it (that may be a wives tale, but can you imagine how depressing it would be if all of a sudden sugar made my stomach hurt?)  How could I say no to these cute litte figs, though?

Sushi night was us and two other couples, one kid (came with one of the couples), and one other person at Happy Sumo. It was awesome – we just ordered drinks and platters and platters of sushi.

This drink is not mine, but it is a sake-tini, and I find that hilarious so I took a picture.

One of these is the tiny carafe of sake that Crockett and I shared and one of them is a vase with flower in it. It’s kind of amazing that I didn’t end up drinking flower water.

Not pictured: sushi. (Once it came out it was sort of a free for all.) Instead, I give you this picture of Crockett anxiously awaiting the arrival of said deliciousness. The sushi was super good, but you should take that review with a grain of salt because I like my sushi Americanized. Sauce it, fry it, bake it, add coconut and mango – it’s all good.

How’s your weekend going?

 

 

 

office hours

Tuesday, September 20th, 2011

For the first time, students came to my office hours today.

Probably because we’re getting close to the test.

Everyone is freaking out.

For example, last night, I was freaking out because I’m getting close to a test in my Statistical Methods class, and I couldn’t do my homework.

So I broke down and ate a kiwi.

Just one.

I swear to god my IQ increased 10 points immediately.

With my increased IQ, I decided to have a couple of ounces of wine. I mean, I already had a foot hanging off the side of the wagon.

With that small fortification, I was able to finish the pain in the ass assignment that I was doing (that ended up being 12 typed pages along with 4 pages of handwritten equations. SERIOUSLY?).

I have, perhaps, discovered that giving up sugar means that a tiny bit of sugar turns you into a superhero.

In order to maintain that superhero-like ability, I got back on the wagon for dinner.

Lasagnchiladas in the slow cooker
Inspired by… the internet, named by Crockett

  • 1/2 small onion, finely chopped
  • 2 cans (about 4 cups) cooked and drained black beans
  • 2 teaspoons chili powder
  • 1 teaspoon cumin
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 6 – 8 ounces cheese
  • a big jar of simple salsa
  • 12 taco size tortillas (flour or corn)

About the ingredients. The cheese – anything you like. We happened to have a bag of pre-shredded low fat Mexican cheese blend, so I used that. It was the classy stuff (purchased on sale -Sargento I think) without a lot of stabilizers, so it melted nicely. If you use the other pre-shredded stuff it won’t be so drippy but eh. It’s still delicious. The salsa – just don’t go nuts. If you use chipotle pineapple salsa, it will totally change the dish. It might still be good, but who knows? This is a good place to play it safe. If you do go wacky with the salsa, rethink the chili powder and cumin. Or? Make your own salsa, you homemakin’ fool you. Finally, the tortillas – if you’ve given up sugar, you can substitute thin slices of summer squash, as I did.

Stir the beans, onions, chili powder, cumin, and salt together.

Pour about 1/4 of your salsa onto the bottom of your slow cooker.

Put in two tortillas (or however many cover the dish appropriately – if you have an enormous slow cooker, you might get less layers than I did) on top of the salsa. Put about 1/3 of the beans on the tortillas, then two more tortillas, then 1/4 of the salsa, then about 1/3 of the cheese. Repeat twice more – tortillas, beans, tortillas, salsa, cheese, tortillas, beans, tortillas, salsa… but WAIT. Hold the rest of the cheese.

Turn the slow cooker on high and let it go for 2 – 4 hours. (Or 6 – 8 on low). When you’re about 5 minutes from eating, dump the rest of the cheese on top and recover the slow cooker to let it melt.

Let your boyfriend come up with a wacky name for the dish, and eat it.

 

Also, try not to drip salsa on your schoolwork. I shoulda put that in the recipe.

I maintained my healthy eating today, too. I had more of the muffin fritatta things for breakfast (not pictured because come on, they’re little yellow muffins that you’ve seen before), and for lunch a delicious salad.

A buffalo salad.

Except without my chick’n patty, because vegetarian meat substitutes are not in any way low carb.

I would like to say that between the buffalo tofu, chickpeas, and mushrooms (all heated together in a nonstick pan prior to serving) I didn’t even miss the chick’n patty.

If I said that, though, I’d be lying.

Oh well.

 

 

 

white whale

Saturday, September 17th, 2011

 

Yesterday I got a (the last!) spot in my favorite parking lot.

It was obviously a sign.

I had a little snack while I walked to my car, so that I’d have enough energy to go to…

Since I had such good luck on campus, I thought maybe I’d try my luck after school at Target. Perhaps they would be restocking the Missoni zigzag sweater coat for the Saturday shoppers!

What. It could happen.

Sadly, the Missoni coats were still MIA. I did get the groceries and stuff that I like to get at Target though – cream cheese (always cheaper there), cotton swabs, stuff like that. Not produce. Never produce. (Why do I feel that Target is less reliable for produce than, say, Albertsons? No idea.)

Also, yes, everything in that picture that isn’t in a Target bag was in my car prior to my shopping trip. It’s all school papers and clothes (eventually) headed for Goodwill.

When I got home I stirred some rice and soy sauce up with an egg in a fry pan. I wanted a little lunch because last night was…

Oktoberfest!

Yeah, I know yesterday was September 16th. Since I’m not entirely sure what the history of Oktoberfest is, I’m not sure that’s wrong, but doesn’t it seem like Oktoberfest should be in October? Silly Louisville.

We ended up heading over there later than I’d expected, so I had a nectarine that had been in the fridge so long it was all wrinkly. It was so amazingly sweet – it literally tasted like I’d dipped each bite in honey.

Maida wanted some too.

Unfortunately, I forgot my camera. I did, however, remember both my phone and the always crucial ID. Dale’s Little Yella Pils for me thank you very much.

The band that was playing when we got there was (were?) The Beloved Invaders.

They’re surf rock.

I sort of feel like Louisville was phoning in the whole Oktoberfest thing.

The food choices were pretty limited.

Along with bratwurst and pizza by the slice, there was this guy – frying up Oreos and funnel cakes like there was no tomorrow.

Since we didn’t feel like sausages, we headed to The Empire for dinner after we’d had our Oktoberfill.

(See what I did there?)

Crockett had a BLAT.

I ate half.

I had a calamari salad.

Crockett ate half.

I guess, if you have someone to share dinner with, the white whale (or Missoni sweater) isn’t that important after all.

 

 

 

 

 

parking

Friday, September 16th, 2011

Parking on campus sucks.

 

I mean, it is reassuring to park next to a Jeep whose driver is apparently going to stop the zombie apocalypse. Other than that, though, parking sucks.

Here’s how it works. I have a ‘commuter’ pass, which means that for a mere $55 a semester I can park in two of the many lots on campus. One of the lots is right next to the computer center and a mere four blocks from my office – all campus blocks.

That lot has been cut in half, with one part given over to construction parking.

The half that remains is maybe 50 spaces.

It fills up eaaarrrrly.

The other lot is only a few blocks further out (maybe 7 total?) but it involves crossing two busy streets without stoplights.

I hate that lot.

The alternative is to park by the creek. Six blocks, up a serious hill on the way to campus but a skippy breeze after classes, no parking restrictions.

When I park by the creek, I get peeks of the brewery. I like a brewery early in the morning. It reminds me that it will eventually be happy hour.

After classes I went to the gym (ya me!) and then made a delicious veggie-full lunch.

All of a sudden I’ve been craving V8. I can only drink it if I water it down by about 50%, though – does it seem more like sauce than juice in its normal form to anyone else? Also, I add hot sauce. Because, come on.

Along with my watery spicy vegetable juice (god, it sounds so delicious when I put it that way, huh), I had a buffalo chik’n salad.

Mmm.

Speaking of happy hour…

I met my friend Yvonne at The Village Tavern at the Flatiron Crossing Mall. Because it was Wine Wednesday. (Yes, I just realized that I’m posting about Weds on Fri – yesterday there was a whole big incident and I accomplished nothing.) At the Tavern, wine wednesday means 50% off all wine by the glass.

ALL.

I had two glasses – Sonoma Cutrer Chardonnay and Clos du Bois Pinot Noir. I wasn’t in the mood to try something new, and I know I love them both – and they were there for me, like always.

We also had spinach dip, but it wasn’t good.

So there’s that.

P.S. Did you see the coaster for my veggie juice?

Sephora sent it to me to remind me that I am, technically, still a Beauty Insider – and that they miss me (and my money). A VIB is a person who spends more money than is reasonable at Sephora in any given year, in case you were wondering.

Of course I used this coupon to order some makeup.

Sigh.

 

back in the saddle

Friday, August 19th, 2011

Did I mention that we drove home? From Michigan? To Louisville, CO, the best small town in America?

No trip would be complete without the obligatory picture of Crockett and our coffee cups. This place was called Diane’s, and it was in Gaylord, Michgan.

Of course I didn’t giggle at all about the name of the town.

That you know of.

Anyway, the restaurant had full 80′s decor and the item on the specials menu that I wanted was sold out – a fact that was shared with me after I’d ordered it and while the waitress stood there tapping her toe. I defaulted to the benedict, and wished I hadn’t – by weight it was half hollandaise. I would have taken a picture, but I believe in your ability to picture a place of yellow sauce with lumps underneath. (I feel like I’m being awful, but Yelp confirms that it’s hit or miss, so… awful it is.)

We stopped at the beach after breakfast, for one last view.

I may or may not have been yelling ‘ahoy, mateys’ when Crockett took this picture.

You can’t go to the beach with your man without taking a kiss picture.

Seriously, it’s against the law in Michigan.

I checked.

When I took this picture, I said ‘wow, you’re a badass, babe’. When his mom saw this picture, she requested that I stop goading her son into dangerous actions. (Cough*trampoline*cough).

We had big plans for a quick drive home. 19 hours, two people, one kick ass car – power through, amirite?

We stopped not once but twice. Once in Appleton, WI (a stop we were expecting, because we left MI very late in the day), at a La Quinta that was spacious and clean and delicious smelling and gave us a coupon for the Texas Roadhouse that shared a parking lot.

La Quinta, I love you.

The second time, there was no La Quinta, and we’d had good luck at the Super 8 on the way to NY, and…

It was my decision, and I admit it was a crappy one. We had to switch rooms because the first one smelled musty, and when I took my shoes off, the carpet was WET. Like, 100% of it was 100% wet. BLEAAHHHH. The second room came with a card that talked very seriously about the security risks and recommended that we never spend time in the room without both engaging the chain and manually locking the additional deadlock. Also, the air conditioner sounded like there was a gimp locked in it.

The view of corn was the best that the Super 8 in York, NE, had to offer.

I had such high hopes, York. Your balloon made you seem whimsical, but you in fact welcomed us with a hotel receptionist that (I’m 99% sure) had a meth problem.

We arrived home to happy puppies and an empty fridge. I pulled a half&half-fruit grocery run, because otherwise our coffee drinking selves would have been miserable in the morning, and then threw together this delicious looking sampler platter.

Crockett’s grandma’s pickled beets were on there, but I ate them before I even took the picture. I loved them so much that she took some back from a neighbor just to send me home with a jar. (I’m sure that neighbor is a huge fan of me right about now, because I get the sense the neighbor was less into picked beets than I am. The jar had dust on it.)

Fudge sampler there in the front. Cherry chocolate, vanilla walnut, and dark chocolate.

And my sampler was the end of my vacation:

Dinner tonight, left to right: a ginormous pile of old probability and statistics exams (Why do I have exams when the section I’m co-teaching hasn’t started yet? Only the shadow knows.), a bowl of Thai Kitchen Garlic and Vegetable Instant Rice Noodle Soup (my least favorite flavor, therefore perked up with frozen veggies and sauteed tofu), a tiny glass of Toasted Head chardonnay, and the ubiquitous grad student laptop.

Back to real life.