I Heart Chipotle

I recently learned that Chipotle is test marketing a vegan burrito in one of their DC locations. It's called "Garden Blend". It's a mix of plant proteins, grains, and vegetables marinated in their Adobo sauce....mmmm....sounds so super yummy!!

I decided to e-mail them about it - representin' the meatless, ya know? Here is part of their response: We are getting rave reviews so hopefully we will be able to offer it nationwide someday.

Yeah for rave reviews....hope they keep pouring in and I can someday taste this yumminess.

A Few Photos

Slow on the blogging front lately. Here's a few random photos from the last few weeks - some you may have already seen on Jesse's running blog.

What Can I Say?

I haven't blogged in a while for two reasons - 1) I've been busy, and 2) Jesse has sniped the photos I was planning to blog and posted them on his running blog. So, from reading his, most of you already know we went down to the farm and that Monkey chased the bike and Horton was snuggly, and my mother-in-law was in town, and Jesse ran his first marathon with kick-ass results. So, what can I say that Jesse hasn't?

I can say that I am eating apple crisp that I tried to "make healthy" by cutting the sugar and using very little margarine and it tastes kind of rubbery. The apples are good, but the "crisp" part is not so much.

I can also say that I am very proud of Mr. Nikkel. It was so great to see him cross the finish line - not just for running a race, but for all that it represents. For self-discipline, for endurance, for respecting your own body, for being grateful for the vessel that God put his soul in, for not choosing the path of least resistance, and for overcoming challenge and pain. In fact, I was so proud, that in my clouded mental state, I think I actually uttered the words I want to run a marathon. This sentiment is probably just hype, but I do admit, it was really hard just being on the sidelines. I wanted to be part of the action.

I could also tell you that I am close to finishing the office. I found a pillow a couple weekends ago that gave me the idea for how to decorate. I am doing a nautical theme, but not like tight-white- navy-pants-with-sisal-rope-and-golden-brass-ship-steering-things-nautical....more like vintage-oars-rowing-team-crisp-graphical-prints-nautical. I need to get busy with the jigsaw to finish up, so I'll post pics when I am done, assuming all goes well.

I can also tell you that I spend a bit more time at the shelter on Sundays now, because the main people who used to head up Sundays can no longer do it. So, I am now one of the main people. I even got my very own set of keys!!

I could tell you that I generally like my job, but feel so much angst about long term vs. short term goals and where exactly my job fits within those.

I can tell you that I love my Monkey dog, but that she also really annoys me sometimes. Like right now, when she wants to relentlessly play. And she makes Horton look like the most angelic dog to ever walk the planet, as he sits calmly, sweetly, and wags his tail when I smile at him. We really lucked out with him. What a good boy. Monkey is different...and as I type this, I literally have a Monkey on my back, sniffing into my ear with her wet little nose. Where is the respect? Cesar would be so disappointed in me. Sigh. On that note, I think it is time to walk these dogs less I lose my mental sanity trying to keep Monkey entertained.

I Don't Know Where I'm Going With This

Jesse will be 30 in just a couple months. I myself have reached the age where I forget how old I am. When I was a kid, I'd always think it so absurd that older people would mix up their age, or forget birthdays or anniversaries. I kind of understand that now. Life is really, really fast. I'm not saying I'm old. I'm not. I'm young, and I have a lot to learn. But what I do know is that these days, I feel like life carries me along faster than I would like at times.

Jesse and I were young when we met, young when we got engaged, and young when we got married. In some odd sense, we have come of age together, and I'm kind of flabbergasted at how much we have both changed - as a couple, as individuals. Life is shocking to me. Sometimes I feel like Vivian in Pretty Woman, when she's talking to Edward, who tells her that very few people surprise him, and she replies something like, "Really!? Most people shock the hell out of me." Never, ever, ever would I have guessed the course our life together has taken - that we'd move more times than I can count, that we'd own and close a photography business, that we'd buy a house near the mountains, that I'd drop out of an art institute, that we'd face the personal issues that we have, that we'd end up living in Missouri - Missouri! None of that was what we'd planned. We knew our life course, and we were so sure. So sure.


Now, these days, there are few things I'm sure about. And I am okay with that. I used to worry so much about what other people thought of me. I wanted to make everyone happy. I wanted everyone to like me. I wanted people to call me things like "sweet" and "nice". What I've come to realize though, is that it's a lot easier to not care what other people think of you when you like yourself. I never would have thought that I didn't like myself; in fact, I always thought I was a pretty confident person. But I've come to realize that I think maybe I worried so much about what other people thought of me because if they thought something bad, perhaps I myself wasn't sure that it wouldn't be true. In some way, I needed people to think good things about me.


Maybe it is all just part of getting to know yourself. While I don't want people to think poorly of me or to be offended by things I say, it doesn't bother me so much now if they do. I like who I am. Not everyone else will. And now I know myself well enough to know which things people say about me are and aren't true. So in some sense, this ambiguous force of "other people" has lost its power over me. I'm not a mean person, even if I have mean moments. I am however, an anal person, a competitive person, and sometimes even a controlling person. But, I'm also an extremely compassionate person who will give a piece of my heart to any being in need, a person who is willing to stick by my values even when the going gets rough, and a person who is innovative and resourceful. And let's be honest, at some point, in all of my worry about what other people thought of me, I was probably a really self-centered person, for it's highly doubtful other people were saying anything about me at all!


I think one reason I have always had such a fondness for animals is that they always accepted me. Growing up, sometimes I'd feel so alone; my dog would lay on me and let me sob. He gave me his time, when I felt like no one else would. I found some piece of hope in that.

When Abe died, I was so angry at God. Not just for Abe, but years of sadness and anger that I had always brushed aside, seemed to come to a head. One night, a few days after he died, there was a thunderstorm outside, and I went and sat on our back deck and cried. Soon, I felt something on my shoulder, and there was Monkey, who had trotted out to check on me. She sat down, nudged her head up under my arm, and then peeked up at me with her little eyes squinting in the rain. I could tell she had no idea why in the world I was choosing to be outside in the thunder when there was a perfectly dry house just a few feet away. Even though she didn't understand, she sighed, flopped down beside me, and leaned into me hard. She was just there. And when you're sad, sometimes presence is all you really need.

My dogs are hairy. They mess up my clean house. They often smell bad. They goober my curtains. They eat their own poop. But they make me really happy in really simple ways. They are loyal to their "pack". And loyalty is a trait that is so few and far between these days.

I've come to realize that not only is life really short, but life is also not like you plan. With Abe, all I could think was "if I had only known..." I didn't know our time with him would be so short. I didn't know he was in so much pain. Losing him through the circumstances in which we did stretched the fabric of my soul; a new type of anguish, doubt and struggle, like a lifetime of accrued emotion. Because it wasn't just about a dog; it was about finally having to face the truth of where I've come from - admitting hurt and anger and wrong doing on my part and the part of others to me, facing a hollow faith, and feeling anger over how cruel and unjust the world is. I also felt horrible that I hadn't done better for Abe, and I was so angry that his life ended the way it did. I felt like a pawn in a some sick and twisted joke of God - if anyone could devise a way to hurt me, this would be it.


And it sucked.


And I still don't have it all sorted out. I still don't know if I will ever have the kind of faith that I once did. I still don't know if I even want the kind of faith that I once had. But I do know this - life is short and I don't want to miss it. And who I am now, flawed work in progress, is enough for me. I don't expect things from life anymore. I don't expect things from God anymore.


And there is a whole lot of unexpected happiness and joy in that.

I feel like my perspective is so much better. I'm not striving anymore. I'm not wrestling anymore. I'm not waiting around for something anymore. I'm not trying to figure out God anymore. And life comes easy now. And even though I don't know who or what or why or how, I am pretty sure God is somewhere in it all, and if He's the kind of guy I think he is, I'm pretty sure he is pissed that the world is so jacked up, too. And I hope someday, He'll help me understand. But until then, I just don't know and all I have is now.

So, I look to find beauty in now. I marvel at the colors on our neighbors tree. I laugh at the quirky things my dogs do, I overflow with gratitude that my husband feels like my home, I try new things and I love them and I hate them, and it's all generally wonderful. It's like I can finally feel. So I do - I let myself feel the beauty in this life, and I let myself feel the pain in this life. And suddenly, I am richer than I ever have been before.

Paws in the Park

Today was the shelter's big fundraiser, Paws in the Park. Thank you to those who sponsored me! It was a lot of fun! Besides the walk, they also have all kinds of booths set up with samples and goodies, a canine costume contest, agility demonstrations, and other random things like that. Horton and Monkey had a ball!

Here's Horton and me doing the walk. We started out in front and ended up toward the middle-back, as Horton wanted to mark anything that stood over three inches tall.


Jesse and Monkey doing the walk... Monkey was in ADD mode all day. It looks like she is walking nicely here, but don't let her fool you. We'll just say she was really living up to her name.

Trying to get the dogs to stop for a photo...they obviously have their eyes focused on something else.

Note the headlock maneuver Jesse is pulling on Monkey in the photo below. She was still for about two seconds.

When we got home, Horton immediately crashed out on the floor and has pretty much been sleeping ever since.

Monkey was completely delighted that her goodie bag included a toy. Once home, she successfully ripped it apart, and then decided it was nap time.

All in all, I think the morning was a success! There was a really good turn out, which I was very happy to see. Lots of raffles and various games at different booths with proceeds going to the shelter, and of course, doggie adoptions! I'm looking forward to going to the shelter tomorrow to get the final count on how many found new homes. It would sure be nice to see some of the old "regulars" get adopted out. I think Jesse honestly thought we would be coming home with a third dog, courtesy of me, but I was able to withhold. (Barely.)

A Certain Someone

A certain someone ran a 10k this morning. A certain someone also placed 1st not just in his category, but overall. I think I am pretty happy to be married to this certain someone.

Shameless Soliciting

Next weekend, myself, a certain Canuck, Horton and Monkey will be doing a walk to benefit the shelter that I work at. Yes, this is an official plea for money.
Click here to visit my personal fundraising page - high tech!

We're Back!

As usual, Mickey showed us a good time. But before I get too into vacation stories, let me first relieve you all by saying: My dogs survived!! I know you were all just as worried as me, right? Turns out, despite my fretting, they enjoyed themselves in doggie day care every day, ate well, and came home just as tuckered out as Jesse and I. In fact, they had such a good time, they really didn't even seem to be terribly excited to see me when we picked them up. (Gasp!) I was actually really relieved at this, because I could tell they were feeling so comfortable at the boarding place. Now that we have done it once, I think it will be much easier to do it again. Not that I want to anytime soon, but it's just nice to know that they didn't stress the whole time. In fact, they came home with a nice little report card that filled me in on their little vacation.

Okay, so now that the important stuff is out of the way and you can all breathe again...

This year, we stayed at Coronado Springs, which is probably our favorite thus far. The grounds were really nice and I think our room may have been recently redone. It was all fresh and pretty. Plus, it's a convention center so they had a lot of nice amenities, like a gym, which I only used once, but Jesse used a number of times.

Below is a shot inside our room, just as we arrived - before unpacking and messing it all up!

And here's the exterior of part of the resort below. There are 3 areas, each themed slightly differently. The building we were in was 4 stories, but you can see this one only has 2 levels. Either way, they were all really nice and happy festive.

We spent the day we arrived just walking around the grounds and had dinner at a place called Maya Grill at the resort. It wasn't very good. In fact, it may have been the most bland meal of my life. For instance, my "salad" was greens...no dressing...no other vegetables. We decided our chef was passive aggressive against vegans and vegetarians. =) The menu had zero vegetarian options - which is really unusual. Most places list at least one meatless option. Anyway, this made it difficult to order, especially since I decided I wanted to go vegan on vacation. (Vegan = nothing with any animal products at all, including dairy, honey, etc. - I will tell you more stories of my vegan adventures later.) Anyhow, despite the bland meal, we had a great first evening at the resort.

I noticed the below newspaper headline as we were buying a little snack in the food court, and couldn't help but take a photo. I hadn't considered the impact of the recession on the feminist movement, but this decade is writing a big shift, and for a minute, I was envious of all sociology students when I read the headline - what discussions to be had! I'm saddened that the wage gap is closing in this manner, but excited to see how this all plays out in terms of equity and resources. What would Marx say??? Anyway, that is another blog post all together, so let me move back to vacation!

The next day, we headed to Magic Kingdom in the morning, which is what people usually think of when they think Disney. It's the traditional Princess/Castle type thing, and though neither Jesse or I care much for castles or Princesses, it's a right of passage to have your photo taken in front of the castle, so we happily conformed. =)


Here's us at the tail end of riding Big Thunder Mountain Railroad, one of our favorites at Magic Kingdom.

Magic Kingdom is fun, but it's neither of our favorite parks. So, we decided to only do a half day there, and left for lunch at another nearby resort, and then headed over to Epcot. We met up with my parents, brother and sister-in-law at Epcot. While we were waiting, I had fun playing with the mirrors and trying to get a self-photo that had both of us in it. I think I did pretty well.



Once my family showed up, I had to do the same with all of them.


Had a great afternoon at Epcot, riding Test Track and Soarin' - two of our most favorite. For dinner, we went to the Polynesian Resort and ate at a place called Ohana. Unlike our passive aggressive Maya Grill chef, the chef at Ohana was amazing. His name is Chef TJ, and I had actually read about him online before we left. He is known for treating vegans very well, and lived up to his reputation. He came out to the table to talk with me, and explained that he would be making me a special seven course dinner, then warned me to pace myself. After that, he personally delivered each course to our table and explained to me what was in each dish. He was stinking awesome, the food was beautifully presented, and I could not have asked for better.

The above is course four. I had: 1) hummus and the best baba ghanouche of my life 2) grilled bok choy with mushrooms in yummy sauce 3) spicy ginger soup 4) wraps with pineapple and avocado spears, cucumber stuffed with chili (above photo) 5) main dish of tempura fried asparagus, tofu, rice, fried noodles and other general yumminess 6) lychee in coconut milk with berries 7) tofutti with fruit and chocolate syrup. My terrible descriptions would surely make any chef cringe...apologies to Chef TJ! He explained to me all the ingredients and cooking methods, but it was so much to take in, I just can't remember it all! All I really remember is that he used Hawaiian beer for the tempura because of the yeast in it. Otherwise, I just remember it was yummy, Chef TJ treated me with excellent service, and my tummy was so very full when we left. Later that night, we went back to Epcot for a bit, watched fireworks from the monorail, and climbed into bed late...still with a full tummy.

The next day we went to Animal Kingdom, which is my favorite park. The themeing alone warrants a day of viewing, let alone the attractions. (It would have to be on my top ten coolest jobs list to be a Disney set designer - they do a great job.)

Here's my parents happily checking out some birds.

Jesse and I with Expedition Everest in the background. Last year when I rode this, I seriously considered the thought that I may die on it. Never again, but I would recommend that everyone to do it at least once! Fishies...they were so pretty in real life - orange and blue.
Our last full day we decided to take it easy. We went to Downtown Disney, a shopping/entertainment district, browsed stores, then had some lunch and headed back to the resort. We spent the afternoon lounging by the pool, which was an awesome way to end vacation.
Below is the view I had from my lounger and I don't think it could get any better! He looks so peaceful. Unfortunately, when Jesse called to check flight loads the next day, we learned that they were really full. Our best hope of getting out of Orlando meant we had to be on the first flight out. This also meant we had to be up at 2am something (1am something Missouri time) in order to catch the bus to the airport and be there in time for the flight. We ended up getting the last two open seats on the plane and were extremely thankful. They had already announced to all standby passengers that the flight was full and they were rolling everyone over to the next flight out, but we decided to stick around the gate just in case. I'm glad we did, because at the last minute, they called us and we cruised on right before it pulled away from the jet bridge. We got home, bleary-eyed and tired...

My only complaint is that it was not long enough!

Almost Time!

Thought I'd squeeze in one more blog before vacation. Also, I may or may not be procrastinating because I told myself I would clean clean tonight. Not just clean - full on clean clean. Including floor mopping, weeding out the funky junk what the crap is that growing on the leftovers from two weeks ago in the fridge, all around scrubbing. I like to do this every year before we go on vacation. Something about coming home to a nice, clean, organized house.

Plus, I have been painting more recently, and being as I do not have a designated "art room" like I did in Colorado, I may have possibly dripped onto the kitchen floor. I have a problem. It seems I cannot create anything without getting something else dirty, no matter how hard I try. Ask my mom what the carpet in my old bedroom cost to replace. =) Anyway, maybe one of these days I'll post some pics of the paintings. I've been in some weird Rothko zone the last year or so. I never really used to have appreciation for Rothko or anyone in that general genre, but I have come to recognize him as a genius of color and have become a pretty outstanding fan. Like most great things in life, you have to understand the history in order to appreciate - if you just take it at face value, it's not going to impress - but that's only because you are ignorant. (Ignorant in the true sense of the word where you just don't know, not ignorant in the insult sense of the word.) Jesse mentioned at some point this semester he has to go to the Nelson-Atkins for some research, and I'm excited to tag along. It's been a while since I've been, and in fact, I have only been to the new Bloch building once or twice. It will be good to go again...though it will probably put me into some funk and cause a struggle all over again with that stupid art monkey that won't get off my back. I miss it. I love it. I hate it. I cleaned out the office the other day - well I should say, I am in the process of - cleaning out the office. Of course, I came across all these drawings and what not...which of course make me question over and over again. The weird thing is, I really do like it, but I also really do hate it.

Sigh.

Anyway, so when we get back, I am sure I will have a flurry of fun photos to post! What am I most excited for...hmmm... Jesse is stuck with me all day every day. Yep, that's the best part. I even like sitting in airports in between flights with him. I can say really bad words and make extremely inappropriate jokes without having to retract. It's great.

Horton and Monkey are boarding for the first time ever. Much harder on me than them I am sure! I am making Jesse do the deed and drop them off. Otherwise, no doubt I will start my vacation in tears. "My doooogggggssss....will they be okay? Do they know I'm coming back? Do they know I'm not leaving them?" I think if they didn't have traumatic pasts, it wouldn't be such a big deal. But, Horton was abused at some point, randomly given away at another, and Monkey was dipped in pesticides and starving when we found her...so I just want some security for my little furry loves.

Speaking of furry loves, I should let them in from the back yard so that Monkey can totally and completely annoy me while I am cleaning because she wants to sniff everything and eat the toilet brush and/or shower loofahs.

More Life in General

I guess fall is right around the corner. The nights have been cool and Jesse is back in full swing at school. I find myself a bit lost without the juggling of classes and work. It used to be that I spent 80% of my evening time writing papers or researching something. Now that I have no deadlines, I sometimes wander around the house aimlessly, trying to figure out what to do with myself. I never knew it, but maybe I am one of those people that likes to stay busy. The dogs get longer walks now days, the house projects are slowly getting caught up, and I've been cooking more, which I guess are all good things.

I was actually hoping to get into some classes this fall, just because I'm a nerd and I like to learn, but none of the classes that I wanted to take worked with my schedule. Maybe next semester. In the meantime, grad school continues to tempt me, but I also really like the idea of being curriculum-less and just taking classes as I please.

Jesse has a botany class right now, which I'm a tad jealous of. Maybe as the class goes on, he will get as excited over microherds as I do. Doubtful, but a girl can dream. Speaking of microherds, mine are super happy. I have frozen 23 bags of tomatoes so far this season, given away lots (to people and squirrels) and there are plenty more out there. Keep working little microbug wormie things and nematodes!

I found a few photos that I had dropped in my blog folder and never got around to posting, so I'll throw them up now.

My brother and sister-in-law were over a couple weeks back and brought their little dog. As you can see, Horton still loves to sit in the swing with people. Monkey has once or twice, but she can't sit still long enough for it be peaceful, so she generally avoids it. She does like to play with my brother's little dog though, but she and Horton play so rough that sometimes I worry about the little dude. He only weighs 8 lbs. or something crazy like that. Oh, and speaking of weight, we took Horton and Monkey to the vet last week and Monkey has definitely grown. She weighs 14lbs. more than when we first found her. In fact, she is just shy of Horton now, clocking in around 63lbs. Horton hovers around 70 in his old age. He was a trim 65 in his youth, but the vet said his weight right now is good for his age.

Anyway, my brother and his wife are expecting their first little one sometime in late Feb. or early March I think. Seems hard to believe that between our two families, Jesse and I have 12 nieces and nephews, and 3 more on the way! We are looking forward to meeting all of them!

My grandpa had his 25th wedding anniversary a couple weeks back as well. Jesse got the day off work so he was able to come with me, which I was very happy about. It was a nice ceremony, casual, fun, but still sweet and sentimental. This is our self-photo.
I had more photos of this event, but doesn't look like I have bumped any others over to the computer yet. I do, however, have snuggly dog photos to spare!

Nothing Much

I guess life has been pretty mundane lately since I don't really have anything in particular to blog about. I could, of course, always tell you stories about my dogs, but being that I am aware that I am one of those totally annoying people who blabs on and on about them, when in reality, no one thinks they are nearly as cute/funny/fill in the blank as I do, I will try to spare you the Horton and Monkey stories. Man, with the way I am with my dogs, when we do finally have kids, I am going to be totally and completely unbearable. Brace yourself for that one. (Don't worry, you've got plenty of time.)

So, in "outside of dog stuff", what can I tell you?

I got a sweet bike!! Well, technically, Jesse got me a sweet bike. He found a screaming good deal on craigslist for me and now I have a "real bike" with 27 thousand gears that I don't really know how to work and all kinds of stuff like that. If I would just purchase spandex shorts and gloves, I would look like I know what I'm doing. However, I have promised my ass that I will not subject it (or the general public) to me in spandex on a bike. (Although this fall, you will most likely see Jesse on display in some little tighties....apparently, there is just no better pant to run in winter than those arse tight ones...) Actually, when I see people running or biking in those tight spandexy outfits, I always just assume they are really serious and into the sport. And Jesse is quite serious and into the sport, so it makes perfect sense for him to suit up. He is kicking some serious butt in his running. I am very impressed and proud.

Speaking of Mr. Nikkel, he will be hitting the big 3-0 in a few months. (Ah, I can't believe it!) I think this deserves a big blowout, so we have been plotting what we should do. Jesse wants to do something that "makes him feel young". We are tossing around trip ideas, marathons, and some other fun things, but we will have to see how it all works out and how much cash flow is around. We'd really like to take advantage of United while we can, but who knows what the future holds. The airline industry is a shaky one at best. And no doubt trips would be out of the budget if we don't have his passes. We shall see!

Monkey

Monkey is obsessed with lights and reflections. Sometimes it's hard to get her to go outside into the backyard, because the glass on the back door reflects into the kitchen during certain times of day when you open the door, so she wants to stay in the kitchen and chase the light. She'll pounce on the floor, and chase it all around. She is very focused during this process, and once you close the door, she'll sit and stare at the wall or floor, wherever the last place the reflection was seen. I think she's waiting for it to come back. During other times of the day, the reflection stretches out into the backyard, and she enjoys chasing that one as well. I always wonder what she is thinking during these little chases...


(Oh by the way, the sound will be an issue again. We called Olympus and they told us we are going to have to send it in for repair. We are waiting until after vacation to do this though, because we didn't want to risk not having it back in time.)

Boulder or Bust

Back in January when they were bidding vacation days, Jesse randomly booked a weekend in July off, which happened to be this weekend. We have both been feeling slightly bored with day to day life recently and decided it would be good for us to have a little change of pace. So, Saturday morning we hopped on the early flight to Denver and then drove out to Boulder for the day with no major plans. We didn't actually take that many photos, and the ones we did take aren't that great, but here are some none the less.

It was hazy when we landed, so you could only see the base of the foothills from the airport. Here we are waiting for the shuttle to go get our rental car.

The drive into Boulder. Skies had cleared, so we had a great view driving in.

Just hanging out...

We went down to Pearl Street Mall (a pretty well known Boulder landmark). They were having an art fair this weekend, so we strolled through that for a bit and then browsed a few shops. We split a yummy lunch of tomato/basil panini and summer berry salad. Of course, Jesse opted to take a photo of me just seconds after I had stuffed my mouth with salad...thus the odd smile.

After Pearl Street Mall, we were both super thirsty and craving smoothies, so we searched for a smoothie shop to no avail, and finally ended up at a little coffee shop. We have tried smoothies at a few different coffee shops, and should know by now...they are always gross or artificial tasting. These were unfortunately no exception and left both of us feeling a bit queasy. Ironically, as we were leaving we noticed a smoothie shop just a few doors down....

Our final stop was at the Boulder Running Company. Jesse found lots of stuff to pine for, but ultimately came away empty-handed. (I got lots of good Christmas and birthday ideas for him though.)

One thing we both loved about the culture in Fort Collins/Loveland was the dog-friendliness of the city. Every third or fourth car would have a dog along for the ride, and nearly every other car had a dog gate installed in it. The store Jesse worked at let dogs come in with their owners, and sometimes they would be running around my work as well, and you would for sure see lots of them laying beneath cafe tables as their owners had lunch or coffee on the weekends. Boulder was no different. We spotted dogs all over the place and logos letting people know their pups can come along for the shopping errands.
Perhaps the only thing that could have made the day better is if we had Horton and Monkey along for the ride. =)

One last mountain pic before it was time to say good bye to Colorado again...

Math

This:

Plus This:

Equals This:


Monkey is still learning the rules of the world. We have tried to give her tons of exercise to prevent the above photos! Apparently, this day we failed at that. For her age though, we are lucky we have not had more incidents like this. She is probably even younger than we thought when Jesse first found her. We thought she was about a year old when he found her, but since getting her, she has grown another couple inches, so we're thinking she is probably still quite a young pup. All in all, if she's still less than a year old, she is actually doing quite well in her training. It is funny to watch her as she develops her skills. For instance, she gets SO excited when I get home from work, so she wants to jump. Of course, we do not want this, so I immediately tell her to "sit" when I walk in now. What this translates to when she is excited is "touch butt to ground and LEAP back up". It is generally quite cute and funny, since she does display that she understands what you are asking of her, but she does it in her own crazy puppy way. Next step: the "stay" command!

Vegan Ice Cream: Round One

Ever since seeing the cover of The Vegan Scoop, I have had a one track mind, looking forward to trying my hand at making my own vegan ice cream. Unfortunately, I never located a copy of the book to thumb through. Library didn't have it, and neither did Barnes and Noble. I did a google search for recipes, and for the first time, my dear google failed me. Granted, I was looking for a very specific recipe. Anyway, through all my searching, I browsed probably 50 vegan ice cream recipes, so I got a good handle on the basic themes and important ingredients, and then decided to make up my own recipe from there. I made chocolate-peanut-butter, not really knowing what to expect. Vegetarian products and recipes are very hit or miss, and I assume vegan ones to be even more so. I was pleasantly surprised with the end result, especially considering we don't own an ice cream maker. (Apparently, the constant motion and stirring of the machine is what makes the consistency creamy and not icy.) I used unsweetened almond milk for the base, so it actually has some healthy virtues, like loads of vitamin E and lots of trace minerals. Sugar is the only bad thing in it, and next time I plan to scale way back on the sugar anyway because my only end complaint this round was that it was a little too sweet. But, now that I know it actually works with some success, we can start branching out to other flavors....mmm...

Weekend Happenings

I had started a post over the weekend and never finished it up....so I'll just post some photos and give a quick recap. Jesse and I had an entire day off together on Friday! (Rare with our work schedules.) We went out for lunch and then took the pups for a 3 mile walk/jog which they thoroughly enjoyed. (So did we.) Saturday I walked in a parade for the shelter. (My mom has recently joined me in volunteering there, so she walked in it as well.) Jesse and I skipped fireworks that evening. They are nice, but really, you've seen one show, you've seen them all. Anyway, then came Sunday, where good news was had - one of the dogs who has been at the shelter for about 3 years got adopted! There is a rag tag core group of dogs that are there week in and week out, so it is always so sweet to see one of the "regulars" find a home. In any case, that is the short version of my original intentioned post!

On Diet

This summer I hit number three in vegetarian adventures. By now, it fits into my life style pretty easily. It definitely took a few months of learning how to survive in a culture that emphasizes meat as the main dish in every meal, knowing how to field questions from well-intentioned, yet ignorant people, and figuring out how to handle social situations - ordering at restaurants, going to friend's houses for dinner, having people over here for dinner, etc. While those things are generally no longer an issue for me, I do find myself feeling unexpected delight when I come into the company of other vegetarians or vegans and knowing they just know. Always, always when people find out I'm vegetarian, the question is "Why?" and usually, they have an opinion on it. So, there is something refreshing in being in like-minded company, especially when it's something that manifests as much as food issues do. As such, I have recently been super excited as Jesse has been making a noticeable number of casual remarks about taking the plunge into vegetarianism himself. Albeit, his reasons are different than mine. He is primarily interested in it for the health benefits, while I was more driven by the idea of compassionate consumption. (Though I can't deny I have really enjoyed the health benefits that come along with it.) Anyway, Jesse recently reserved a copy of The China Study, which a pilot recommended to him a year or two back. I guess it's a comprehensive study on nutrition, taking into account plant-based vs. meat based diets. I may steal it from him for a bit and have a little read myself. In the end, he may not ever choose to become a vegetarian and it is a decision that is fully his either way, but I am quite excited about the possibility of it!


As for me, I still mull over veganism quite a bit. Outside of food, I try to live a vegan lifestyle anyway, but diet-wise, dairy is the main thing that keeps me from making the leap. Cheese and milk in particular. Thankfully, we've been able to find sources for both that let me happily purchase without feeling like I am compromising. I'm to a point where I will probably try to eat vegan while out and about, but not at home, since I can control the source of our food at home. I know that will prove to be difficult, especially in social settings, and the odds that I will be able to do it 100% are slim. For instance, at work the other day, they saved cheese pizza especially for me, which was super considerate and thoughtful of my vegetarianism. Obviously, I'm not going to turn it down and say "Actually....I won't eat that cheese.", nor will I make my poor friends suffer more as they try desperately to figure out what I can eat when we come over. So, as with most things in life, do the best you can with what you have when you have it. At this point, I'm just going to be more mindful of it when I do have control over my food. As such, I've been wanting to expand my vegan recipes. I've been browsing cookbooks. Top of my list so far is The Joy of Vegan Baking, The Vegan Scoop, and The Vegan Table. Ironic that two of my top three are dessert-based! Actually, I often enjoy the process of baking more than the end result. (Though cookies aren't a bad destination.)

Still Playing with the New Camera

I really like the new little camera Jesse got me. We discovered the video mode....which just happened to be while we were at Sonic - could there be more perfect timing??! Jesse decided we should do our own Sonic commercial. (Not sure if the real ones are airing in Canada or not.) Anyway, I love how I am holding my cup with the logo so perfectly placed, though I'm pretty sure the real thing is a lot funnier than we are. Nonetheless, here you go - the first video taken on my new little camera.

It's The Little Things

I was driving home from the shelter this evening, and as I exited off the highway, I saw a turtle in the middle of the road. Thankfully I didn't hit it, but I knew his chances of making it across the road alive were slim to none. There was no safe place to pull off on the side of the road because there is no shoulder at this spot, so I drove a bit further and pulled into a business drive a little way down the road. I didn't really know what I was going to do, but I felt like since I had seen it, I should do something. So, I turned off the car, got out, and started running back down the side of the road, through the middle of weeds, thinking how stupid I must look to cars passing by, and watching the turtle, looking away each time a car drove by, because I knew I couldn't handle seeing him get squished right as I was on my way to move him. So, I made it to the point in the road where he was and ran out when the cars were clear to move him. I was a bit nervous picking him up, because I didn't know if he was a snapper or not, and I had Jesse's voice ringing in my ears, Turtles are notorious for disease. (We recently had a turtle discussion when we saw one walking the dogs the other day.) Anyway, I went a little deeper into the weeds, to try to make sure he didn't turn back around and get right back on the road. As I was doing all of this, I was also thinking about how I often see creepy people walking this stretch of road and I was a little nervous just walking out by myself. Of course, on que, as I turn around, there is an old rusty pick up truck stopped behind me with two guys in it who look....hmmm...I'll say "weathered". They both look serious and yell "Are you okay?" and I look right back at them, smiling like a big dork, and say "Yea, there was just a big turtle in the middle of the road that I wanted to move.", thinking about how they will either a) think I'm a stupid fool or b) perhaps jump out, kidnap me, and then brutally murder me. Instead, they both smiled and said "That's awesome!". So, I started jogging back to my car, and they drove away in their truck. I was relieved that I hadn't been kidnapped, so I was all happy jogging back to the car. Then I realized that they had turned around and were coming back. They slowed down again and yelled out "Hey, just want you to know, that's really great. Wish there were more people like that." and then sped away.

Of course, I smiled like an even bigger dork and kept running. Every once in a while, you have some exchange with a stranger that reminds you that the world isn't so bad after all. I also thought about how stupid and judgemental I had been toward them when I first saw them. You never know what package kindness will arrive in. Many cars passed me, but they were the only ones who stopped to see if I was okay. And then they were kind enough to stop again just to tell me that they liked what I had done.

Ahhhh...warm fuzzies.

Sweet Memories

I was bummed about the fact that we seemed to have lost all photos of our first ever house together in the move a few years ago. Yesterday when I got home, Jesse told me he had something that would make me very happy, and sat me down in the front of the computer to pull up the photos of our old house! I was very excited! The photos he found even included the ones he took the day we had the inspection done (before we closed and actually owned it). I had forgotten how nasty ugly it was when we bought it...and oh the horror of cat urine! We both joked that we don't know what we were thinking buying it. We had to remind ourselves that we were trying to buy for less than 140k, it was the middle of the housing boom, and most houses we looked at in our price range were literally crumbling off their foundation. This house was terribly ugly and wretched stinky, but since most of the stuff was cosmetic in nature, we snatched it up.

I had forgotten what all we did to it and the many long days working on it. One time I even fell asleep against the living room wall, holding a reciprocating saw in my hand. That was the night we were putting in the wood stove...if I remember right, it started snowing shortly after Jesse got all of the holes in the ceiling and roof cut, so the snow was just falling right into the living room. In fact, I believe at the point I fell asleep, Jesse was on the roof and I was waiting for him to come back down so we could start putting in the pipe. As I dozed off, I remember telling myself to stay awake, and thinking a) not smart for Jesse to be on the roof while it's snowing and b) not smart for me to be holding a reciprocating saw while feeling so sleepy. Somehow, we managed to get the wood stove put in that night and didn't have any trips to the ER. We also painted every square inch of wall and ceiling in that house. After that was done, I remember one Friday night, turning to Jesse and saying "I think we should paint the house this weekend!" (meaning the outside) and off to Home Depot we went to pick out paint. The next day I painted all day while Jesse was at work, and somehow managed to lock myself out of the house in the process. I remember thinking about how I could pee in the shed if I really had to go before Jesse got home. To this day, we still joke about the grand idea I had to paint the house in one weekend. Or the image of the Daytona loaded up with hardwood planks. There was 500sq feet shoved in there because we didn't have a truck, and we couldn't afford the delivery fee. Man, we did so many projects, and we did them all with such ghetto flair. That little hatchback served us well though. It was a very sad little car if I do recall. I remember driving behind Jesse one day, whom I could barely see through the thick black smoke, and praying that the Daytona didn't spontaneously burst into flames and kill Jesse. It lived through that day, and finally died on a mountain. Rest in peace, little buddy. Perhaps it is in used car heaven, right next to the beloved Dodge Aries. Anyway, we (and our cars!) worked hard on that house, and by the end of our time there, it had definitely become "home".

Ahhhh, little house...

how I miss you and all your sweet, ghetto, sweaty, stinky, cozy, loving memories...