Takes One to Know One

There is a woman at work who is pretty into homeopathic stuff. She's always coming up with stuff like: "chewing gum tricks your body into thinking you're eating and then your stomach produces too many digestive juices", "my hand hurt so I rubbed some peppermint oil on it and it feels much better", "that person sounds like they must be a Scorpio". I'm kind of skeptical about all that horoscope-nature's goodness-mumbo jumbo. I guess that's because I'm a Capricorn...

Indian Summer

Check out my friend Jeremy's blog. He's traveling with Hot Rock through the "Arc of Asia" for about another 8 months or so, living like a dirtbag.

"It would feel so funny to be free." - "Reunion," Indigo Girls

Upward Facing Dog

Hattie.

Odours.

You know what my favorite thing about life is? Scents. I like how the smells of some things can make you remember the way you were feeling at a certain time. I change my scent frequently so it's easy for me to match up the way I smelled (i.e. the lotion I was using) to different times in my life. I have this peony lotion I used when I was living in NYC working at the UN and everytime I smell it, it brings me back to my office and roaming the halls of the UN.

Paris smells like Givenchy.

Estonia smells like Olay Quench (for very dry skin).

J. Lo Glow smells like the old Wal-Mart in Brookings.

There was a huge sale at Bath and Body Works.

Today smells like grapefruit and sweet fennel.

Taking the good with the good.

Yesterday was awesome! I miss Brookings. They have better everything.

My friend Ashley graduated nursing school this weekend which was the perfect occassion to bring all our old friends back together. I've been missing that kind of social contact. I haven't heard anyone call me "Finny!!" in a long time. Too long.

The evening was cut short, however, by an impending blizzard. Now I'm stuck at home with 5+ inches of snow outside and 45 mph winds. Interstate is closed from Brookings to... Canada. Luckily I was able to get some groceries in Brookings before I left. I left with some cucumber dill hummus, a tasty red pepper stuffed with prusciuto, and some Newcastle Brown Ale. Yesterday was one of THE best days I've had in a long time.

This one goes out to the one I love.

These last few months have been pretty hard. I turn 25 a month from yesterday, but my quarter-life crisis started a little bit earlier than that. I don't want to complain, so think of this more as a "lament."

I have a good job that has great benefits and pretty decent pay, but it's not anywhere near to what I've been studying/training for and it's in rural SD not a big bustling city. My family loves me. I have a few close friends, but they only exist online. I don't see anybody who really gets me on anywhere close to a daily, weekly, or monthly basis. I wish I were in a place where my environment pushed me to be better, where I was challenged by my work and I felt like I was getting somewhere on a personal and professional level.

After so many months of deprivation, I have little patience and alotta desperation. That's why I'm dedicating the song "Change Yourself" by Sister Hazel to myself - the one I love.

Taste of Home

I wonder which little hooligan from Clear Lake wrote this up on Wikipedia - and has updated it since Hot Dog Days last weekend... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clear_Lake,_South_Dakota As a resident - past/present/and immediate future - I can vouch for the accuracy.