A friend from work, Dvora, brought me a loaf of what I call hippie bread. It's an obscure-label bread made from spouted hemp instead and it's full of seeds. At first I was like, oh, great, what is this?
Now I'm hooked. On hippie bread.
The only store in town that carries it is La Montanita, and so now I have to go completely out of my way to get some, so that every day I can have my one slice of hippie bread with almond butter, which another friend has… Continue
I attended the first 3 GO! Festivals as a volunteer for artist friends' via booth support. Long hot days.
The first 2 were a little rough, granted the idea was art- and not perfomance based.
It showed, and was heard. (wince) It was loud and jagged and literally irratating.
But an effort was being made and we support that, then and now.
The 3rd Festival- well, it just exploded with a fusion of art and sound and movement. It was incredible and
I know we all… Continue
I have been walking the west side of the bosque north of central for 10 years now. They recently started doing some conservation work. I agree that some of these things needed to be done but some of them I question. They are removing the trees that are not native which I love as most of the non native trees really drink a lot of water. My question on this is they are leaving the stumps and as it has warmed up the stumps are showing new growth if you are going to get rid of a tree shouldn't the… Continue
Together we've raised $2,142.00 and there are still 87 days to go!
In an effort to keep adding to our existing teams and to create new teams, we are doing a Team Blitz week.
National Survivor Awareness Day is June 7. We will do a blitz offering $10 off registration in honor of survivors for the week of June 7 – 14.
Tell everybody you know to sign up a team or if you know somebody who already has a team, join them! www.nmclimb.org.
Eats dog food and likes it.
Spends all day waiting to bark at the mailman.
Can point, flush and chase birds for hours.
Has pretty eyes.
Loves me no matter what.
Six Reasons She Isn't:
Refuses to lay on anything unless it's upholstered.
Prefers ice cubes in her water.
Has no interest in hanging her head out the car window.
Lays right down without circling three… Continue
Yesterday we marked Memorial Day weekend with a family backyard barbeque; it's an annual tradition. This year we had four different generations at our gathering, representing every generation from the Silent Generation to the Millennials.
It was such a great run - I rounded a corner in the foothills on trail 365, and immediately came up on 2 white dogs, large, with sort-of inbred faces and triangular heads. One was on a leash, and one not. Oh, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, I said, as the one that was not on a leash, missing one eye, leapt on me repeatedly. He was large, and kept jumping up and putting his front paws on my chest. I kept backing away from it, trying to avoid being jumped… Continue
Added by mistypilgrim on May 24, 2009 at 11:00pm —
Yes, I was amazed at the flowers blooming; even though we were lacking rain for so very long! Hopefully tomorrow I'll be out in the garden feeding and praying my flowers continue blooming throughout the summer?
Added by Dolly on May 24, 2009 at 3:01pm —
It's time to get busy, judging from last week's tragi-comic bicycle adventure (or Miss Adventure, as it's obvious our relationship is not on a first-name basis).
Call it an acclimation proclamation, a call to harms. In short, I'm going to have to go out on the bike and hurt myself over and over again. It just needs doing, else I'll remain standing beside the road sniveling "Mommy! The stupid old air HURT me!"
The facts are these: Last week I kitted up (that is, I donned… Continue
Do your neighbors have tentacles for arms? I mean real tentacles? Maybe you should read this. I first heard Gary Jackson at the Michael Datcher event. What a wonderful night that was! And this matter-of-fact treatment of the totally grotesque has all the dark irony of a reporter covering a nightmare.
Gary Jackson was born and raised in Topeka, KS, but received his MFA in Poetry from the University of New Mexico. His poems have appeared in… Continue
Last night I kicked off the Summer of Like. I headed out to One Up (downtown) with my favorite wingman, S. It was a different scene than I expected - someone was having a birthday party, so most of the people there knew each other. I introduced myself first and foremost to the cucumber margarita. Big Success. :) I'm typically a wine or irish whiskey girl, but the cocktail menu was just too interesting to pass up. The light and fresh cucumber… Continue