In The Doghouse
This dang pup is killing me.
Adding To Our Family
So we agreed to dog sit for our friends Christine and Joe. They have two chill, agreeable dogs named Sunny and Sid, and even though we have a tiny house, we thought three dogs and a cat for one week is not a big deal in the scheme of favors to do for your friends. Asher would enjoy the company of his pals.
On Friday night, after having Sid and Sunny for about not even one day, Chris said, “You know, it’s not so bad with three dogs in here. We should get another dog” to which I said, “True. No.” → continue reading
On the Road Again
I’ve been off the grid, taking a much-needed road trip down South. Chris’s sister moved to Florida, so we drove the U-Haul down to Orlando, then rented a car and spent some time on the coast. It was wonderful and I’m still mentally recovering and trying to catch up in St Louis. Check out a few cool things we saw during our trip.
Announcing…
The 5th Annual Backyard Trivia Night
Saturday, May 22nd
Kegs tapped at 6, trivia starts at 7
Teams between 2-8 people
$10/person; includes all the crappy keg beer you can drink
(although we may get one craft keg if we have enough interested)
Cash prizes for 1st, 2nd, 3rd place teams based on pot
Mulligans: $5 each or 3/$10
Bring your own tables and chairs (what do you think this is, the VFW?)
Dice game AKA CLR. Bring $1 bills
Anticipating record crowds. No, seriously. SERIOUSLY. RSVP below to ensure room for your team.
RSVP or questions? E-mail kbestoliver (at) yahoo (dot) com
Blessings
Gah, it’s depressing around here with all the dying going on. Let’s open the windows and let some air in, shall we? It smells like feet and wet dog. → continue reading
Her Story
My grandma died last Thursday night.
I had school in Minnesota on Friday and Saturday, and the visitation was not until Monday, so we drove through the snow on Monday morning to get to rural southeastern Iowa, where the cattle were huddled together in the snow-covered fields.
My grandma was 92 years old. The visitation and funeral was unremarkable; family members I had not seen in years and years, church ladies saying goodbye to one of their own, old neighbors from across the county. There was the church lady-catered luncheon, with too many Jello and mayo-based salads to count. There were the requisite plants and flowers sent in memoriam, pictures of her life and our family displayed. One picture caught my eye, something I hadn’t seen before: my grandma and grandpa; sitting at a bar, each with a drink, my grandpa in his Army uniform. The souvenir photo was from Jack Dempsey’s Broadway Bar and Cocktail Lounge in New York, taken in 1946. It cost $1.
My grandma didn’t marry my grandpa until she was 29, older than most women of her generation. She didn’t have my Aunt Pat until she was 35. She had my Aunt Barb when she was 46. 46! My Aunt Barb is 46 now, and her daughters are 18 and 19. I can’t imagine her having a newborn right now, but my grandma, in the 1960′s, was raising a toddler alongside teens. → continue reading
Late Night Munchies
I missed posting last night, and almost missed today. I will make up yesterday’s. I swear.
Tonight, I procrastinated from doing homework by re-reading the Thanksgiving issues of various food magazines and making a detailed list of dishes I might want to try, for either home, Friendsgiving, or Thanksgiving with my family in Iowa. Making lists soothes my anxiety, for real. Half the time, I never even use the list for its intended organizational purpose, but I like organizing things on paper. I’ve narrowed the magazines down to a few recipes I want to make in the next month.
- The only downside to this incredible-sounding toasted corn pudding from the very last issue of Gourmet, ever, is that it calls for a corn you have to order. I don’t know if I want to commit to that. Yes, I will waver horribly on the *commitment* of buying a specialty food item. No, I don’t know why.
- Bon Appetit has cornbread with a bacon crust. Yes, we want to go there. Yes, you want to click on it.
- Then, THEN, Bon Appetit has the gall to hit me with these roasted potatoes with bacon, onions, and sage. Yes, please.
- Despite my bacony dreams, I was a vegetarian for a long time. Well, not long enough for me to not have bacon dreams. That’s probably why I’m not a vegetarian anymore. ANYWAY, I always hated Thanksgiving if there wasn’t some type of substantial main dish–or at least a super-hearty side. This butternut squash and cheddar bread pudding from Bon Appetit is exactly what I was looking for then.
- Gourmet <sniffle> also has a lemon custard pie, which sounds kind of out of the norm for Thanksgiving, but I think it would be a substantial dessert that’s still kind of light with the citrus, so fuck it. Let’s do lemon.
So there’s a good chance that several of these will be cooking in either my kitchen or my mom’s soon. I’m sure I’ll find
Congratulations!
Oliver Fellow Shipp
7lbs 13 ounces
One of my best college girlfriends, Vanessa, gave birth to the first baby in our group of friends on Saturday night. She, BabyDaddy Dan, and Baby Oliver are doing just great. Love you, V and Dan! I even cropped out the rest of your boob before I posted this picture on the interwebs. THAT’S how much I love you.
Let me tell you what’s been going on…
Does anyone have any drugs?
Friday started by me going to the doctor for, among other things, pinkeye in one eye, a flu shot, a “talk’” about the antidepressants I’ve been on (yes, I will talk about that later) and how my doctor and I were going to (ha!) navigate my insurance company’s refusal to approve those, and a pap smear. I ended up including getting blood drawn and an EKG. So that was balls from the start. → continue reading
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