Hard Evidence

In a previous blog I mentioned finding awesome things in the hall of our apartment building. We live in a historic building that used to be a hotel, and there are interesting nooks and crannies. One of these is the entrance to a storage closet in one of the main hallways. This is the unofficial dump for all things which the residents would rather not have to cart off to Deseret Industries. I have found all kinds of things here, from a desk, to my yellow "Ellie" chair (like from the movie Up), to plastic shot glasses (there's gotta be something crafty I can do with those, right?) and much much more. A few weeks ago I started wishlisting a few items such as a box fan, shelves, and an ironing board. I didn't really think much about them, sort of added them to an internal list of things I should look for at D.I. Lo and behold, within a week, they all showed up in the hallway. 

Now, I'm a big believer in the law of attraction and the power of positive thinking. Doesn't mean I'm always the best at it. I struggle to keep my thoughts in line with my beliefs. However my subconscious started looking out for me.

If you've ever been shopping with me, or honestly if you've talked to me for over five minutes, you know I practice something called Dressing Your Truth. Basically I believe that my personal energy frequency, what I call a dominate Type 3, coordinates my personality, facial features, movement, and what clothing looks best on me, among other things. I'm in a group for my type on Facebook, and we like to post pictures of our outfits. One problem. My husband thinks the whole thing is incredibly stupid and refuses to take my picture. We just laugh, roll our eyes, and say "typical Type 4" under our breaths. So I wrote "tripod" on my white board. And put it out of my mind. I've been too busy to worry about taking my picture lately. However, the universe didn't put it out of it's mind. Today my husband walked in with a tripod he found out in the hall. My eyes immediately went to the board. Coincidence? Maybe. I think the law of attraction actually makes a better scientific case than this messy thing we call coincidence.

Do you need more proof? I hit my head pretty badly and had an awful headache today. I was thinking about how badly I probably needed a chiropractic adjustment, but it wasn't really in my budget. So of course my chiropractor called me to let me know that free adjustment day is tomorrow. COINCIDENCE? Perhaps. Perhaps not ;)

UNLIMITED GREEN ONIONS! MUAHAHAHAHA!!!

My life philosophy is that if experience and knowledge are the only things you can take with you, you'd better acquire as much of it as you can. That being said, I also consider the smallest things to be great experiences. For example, in my quest to make as much of Pinterest as I can (actually USING it instead of just looking at pretty things) I came across the idea of growing your own green onions. You just don't use the roots of the bunch you buy from the store, and then put them in a jar of water like so:

I stuck them outside the window in the little hallway that serves as our "fire escape" and sometimes has some natural light. Apparently it has enough! See how tall those suckers got! I don't know if they'll continue to grow as fast as I'd like, but I've gotten much more out of them than I usually get, especially since I never finish them before they wilt. If nothing else if I end up buying more, I can get them to last longer by just keeping them alive. Can I just say how super exciting this is? It's just a little thing, but I really love green onions. I mean I really love green onions.

My Lonely Saturday Night

My neighbors had some friends over tonight. They sounded like they were having a good time. Now, don't get me wrong, I don't begrudge them their good fortune in having friends who just drop by, but looking down at my hot date, no matter how much fun we were having together, my glue gun just doesn't have great conversation skills. 

ON THE UP SIDE! I now have all these new goodies! All in a night's work for me and my sexy glue gun.

I'm not so sure about a couple of these. The bird clip for instance is really heavy, and I'm scared it will fall off if I try to wear it. The pinecone flower is iffy because it's, well, a pinecone flower. Aaaaand the rusty bottle caps might be too eccentric even for me. BUT I HAD FUN! 

P.S. Nice new footstool right? Maybe I should do a blog about all the awesome stuff I find for free in the hall.

My Poor Husband

I cut his hair. Nuff said.

As If the Pancakes I Made This Morning Didn't Turn Out Oddly Enough...

What went wrong this time?

Every good little Mormon mommy teaches every good little Mormon daughter to cook right? Well if the fact that my mother shops for groceries three hours away from her house at Whole Foods, and that though she has gone without using shampoo for a while, and the whole energy medicine guruness (whilst being a conservative Republican but that's not strange for a Mormon, just strange for the rest of this stuff) wasn't different enough, she never forced me to learn to cook. Not that she wasn't a FABULOUS cook, which she most certainly was, or that she wouldn't teach me, I just never learned. I was required to make one meal a week as part of my chores, and so I learned two family favorites by heart and rotated every week.

Which isn't to say that I can't follow a recipe. But some things aren't supposed to require a recipe. Scrambling eggs for instance. French toast. Pancakes. Sure there are recipes, but you should be able to make these things without one. At least that's what my husband thinks. Steven made pancakes all the time and tried to teach me. Every batch I've made has had something odd going on with it, although I thought I was basically doing the same thing every time. 

Slowly but surely I'm adding to my repertoire. I made up my own (delicious by the way) recipe for chicken enchiladas, I taught myself how to make mashed potatoes, and I even made my first batch of oatmeal cookies which were okayed by the home teachers.Tonight I might even surprise Steven with something new. Twice baked potatoes perhaps?

Those pancakes were awfully cakey... Bad egg to flour ratio perhaps? Perhaps...

9-5

Well more specifically 7:30-4:30. As in Steven's orientation at the Ammon Walmart tomorrow! It's so nice to feel secure in our finances. On top of that, my mom was able to figure out exactly what she can pay me for working on her website, and it's perfect! I can work up to ten hours a week, which puts a significant dent in my student loans and leaves room for the other stuff I'm working on this summer! So get on over and check it out so she can continue to pay me!

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CHIMICHANGAS

Usually a special treat for Cinco De Mayo, in the weeks since I participated in my family's time-honored tradition of celebrating Mexican food, these tasty little buggers have become a staple. Steven was thoroughly unappreciative of the chorizo that I drool over, so he made some plain beef ones for himself. Which took about a twentieth of the time that mine had. And were still pretty good, although chorizo will ALWAYS be my favorite. We've even experimented with black beans and turkey. The former worked fine but I didn't like the latter. Turkey is great for enchiladas, but not chimis in my opinion. Anyway all you really do is put your filling in a well wrapped flour tortilla and deep fry it.

Don't they look delicious? Also, admire the platter I made for my amazing mother-in-law!

Which is really the one and only downside to this newfound staple... it's so danged unhealthy! This is why they'd been a special treat up until now! But without the chorizo they're just soooo EASY!