Treats

I've been blog-drooling for the past couple weeks at work so as not to do any more online shopping damage. I'm finding myself incredibly excited about moving in to my new and absolutely tiny troll apartment with Gabrielle. She's already cozily nestled into the place so I will only impose so much of my decor on the woman. She's decidedly not as sparkly or flowery for that matter but she appreciates my sillyness and I think I will be able to inch it in more and more.

I do know, however, that she too has a passion for treats! I thought I'd find some images of foods we'll have to make once the bluegrass heat dies down (no air conditioner as of yet!). And a couple images of interiors that are quite inspiring.

The glowey baubles collect solar power throughout the day and emit it milkily over your cocktail party by night! This is a great find as I adore lanterns and stringy lights but can't get past the superfluous energy use. You can find them Here at Birdsall and Company.

The home interior is featured currently in the Home Tour section of Martha Stewart.com. See the rest of sculptor Elena Columbo's dream Here.

Now the best part! Treats! The green beauties are Adzuki Bean Paste filled Chocolate Cupcakes with Matcha Green Tea frosting! I love red bean paste desserts and green tea icecream is always welcome. What an intruiging combo curtesy of Cupcake Bakeshop by Chockylit. The other yummy is Honey Lavender icecream from The Bites Site. I was unaware that such a thing existed until culinary princess Katie Sasse let me try some of her delectable homemade pistachio icecream and informed me of plans to make this featured treat. It's been about a year but I'm still drooling.

Like the thoughtful new bride, I don't want to yet impose flower garlands and poppy prints on Gabby, even though I know she delights in them too (maybe just doesn't want to be smothered by them...). I figure we'll start out dreaming of the treats we'll make together. It's great having her because no boyfriend would put up with my obsession with all things girlie. If I, magically, find one that tickles my fancy, we better hope he's not allergic to flowers!

Plants make everything better.

Having an extremely surreal moment at work right now: A Vietnamese soldier and the U.S. soldier that shot him down are having a luncheon today and planting a "friendship tree". The Leadership Center is hosting them so I'm trying to hide at my desk as the hullabaloo begins. Eric pointed out that the whole thing sounds like a Kurt Vonnegut novel. I'm supposed to be writing a Bukowski book review right now and I can't help but think of him either.


What an incredible thing. I still have trouble forgiving a silly ex-boyfriend for getting a new girlfriend and these dudes want to hold their own arbor day because one of them blew the shit out of the other? What a crazy world.



It's another gloomy day and I just want to nap in this:

Diane von Furstenberg Spring '09

Photo: fashionbybowie.blogspot.com

Home again, home again, jiggidy jig!

On the farm with the padres and all the beautiful pups and kittens. Papa got his "girls" yesterday...the long awaited bees! I painted one of the hives so they wouldn't be confused as to which one they belonged to. He says they'll probably argue over who gets to live in the one with the rooster on it. Then I photographed his moment of glory! I got to wear a bee suit and get smoked down so they wouldn't be incredibly attracted to my sweetness. The buzzing is incredibly zen-like. Oh what a world! Frannie was the only one that got stung. Poor pup. We're hoping she learned to harness her mischevious qualities.

Mom and I went to goodwill or "the GW" as she calls it and I found some amazing vintage moccasins that zip up the back! And they're long enough for these kentucky hooves! Imagine that! We're going back today because we only had about ten minutes. Besides, the pops would love to go. He's as much of an Amelda Marcos as I am.

I came home to kale soup with crunchy kale chips to sprinkle on top! Then we had various ice-creams (each of us had our own flavor, how cute!) and watched movies. Last night we watched disc one of "Unbearable Ligthness of Being" and today disc two. That movie wore us out but it was incredible. The music makes me so nervous. And I think we'll all adopt an Eastern European accent for the day. Who knew Daniel Day Lewis was so handsome? I never thought I'd opt for facial hairlessness, but I really liked the chisled clean-shaven thing. Then we watched "Lars and the Real Girl" which we thought would satiate the chick flick craving but was actually artistic and quite heart-breaking.

Mr.Robin just brought Mrs.Robin a worm and I got to watch the babies eagerly guzzle it down. She looks so beautiful with the rain in perfect little drops on her back.

Mmmm the country!

Spring, sprang, sprung.

Ah, el invierno, the only time of year when everyone thinks you mean "let's do it" when you invite them to a cup of coffee!

Yet, I'm feeling more independant than ever. Funny that the mating-ist time of year leaves me in such condition, eh?

Currently, I'm wiggling between sucking it up and staying in Boring Green for the sake of one organic farm, one good job, and a few friends OR moving to gorgeous free housing in Lousiville that is generally less stocked with people that make me throw up all over my new overalls.

Bowling Green does, however, provide a singularly unique stimulant to my poetry writing, a la spending Saturday night crying in the arms of a hairy Italian dressed as a merman.

I'm thinking though, that I might be leaning toward semi-sanity in a big house with diamond pane windows.

Here is the equation of spring thus far:

I didn't think I liked sunny side up until a couple weeks ago, when I tried post a particularly ill night of "partying". Now I think about them almost as much as coffee. With a little bit of cajun spice and some pomegranate-blueberry juice, it's the best breakfeast ever!

Nakatomi Plaza. Found their album at CD Warehouse here which ignited some serious nostalgia (used to see them in Louisville all the time, Keswick, it must have been). Kindof pop-punky with a dollop of scream and through the sinuses crooning. Makes me feel like I'm in creative writing class with too much eyeliner and a wool tartan skirt. Yeah! Great for driving.

Susie Homemaker: For Gab's recent birthday I made a raw cake with a fig&nut crust. Did a majority of pecans with a bit of walnuts, almonds and oats. Mixed in 'figlets' and honey. Then added some mixed berries with a honey layer for the guts. The top was adorned with oppy flowers made of fresh strawberries (meticulously sliced to resemble heartshaped petals) and kiwi middles (pistons? ohh horticulture...) After half an orange squeeze it hung out in the fridge for a couple hours and melded all the wonderful juices. It was total hit, but of course in our birthday frenzy we forgot to photograph. Come to think of it, we never take photos, of anything...

What else? Little sleep, a lot of typing, naked collar bones, and reminiscing with the past. Where to now, captain? We shall see!

Photos: Eggs- cooklikemad.com

Look at you go!

I've got a great, semi-newish job of sometimes making copies or going to the mailroom. What does this mean? I'm addicted to rant-mailing my mother, looking at pictures of pups and foods, and most notably, BLOG SURFING! Then it came to me: I can be one of the precious elite! I have a lovely blog sitting dustily in the tangled interwebs. Even if it is a bit embarrassing to peruse all the failed attempts at consistant writing. Albeit, here we go!

Staring blankly at the copy machine as it laid the crop painstakingly slow I remembered a convo not two months old when I said "Well, I wouldn't want to work somewhere that I felt like I needed to dress up anyway!"

Then, you see, I was feeling dumped and replaced ( I was), frumpy (still feeling the empanadas) and out of touch with weekly Sex in the City viewing. So, I'm standing there in the staff room, blinking dumbly from behind some borrowed, day old mascara, thinking about the fact that I can't stick with one idea for any longer than I can stand indulging my roomate's passion for Rock of Love (12 minutes). What is it about me that changes so drastically from week to week?

Mother and I have tossed about the possibility of bi-polarity several times, more for the delight of hypochondria than an exploration of truth. We both know the real issue is the fact that I am a young woman that takes delight in a plethora of things. What in the hell, several ex-boyfriends, could be wrong with listening to Lil Waybe, donning hairy armpits, blush and lipstick, and reading radical feminist poetry? What's more beautiful than a walking contradiction, my loves? And later, just because I shaved my pits doesn't mean I'm going to dump you and try to date Ashton Kutcher. Let's grow up a bit and get some man-fidence.

Essentially, what I've come to, is my tried and true phrase: ' I do what I wanna."
Though it has taken me much longer than expected to come to this point, I'm finally enjoying being single for the simple fact that there is no persnickity, disillusioned, ex-catholic boyfriend to please with my disinterest in all things conventional, commercial, or all other things plauging his minimal self-esteem/conciousness.

This business no longer caters, ladies and gentlemen!

Let's do what we wannnnnnnnnna!