This life decision clearly upgraded many of my friendships. Including ours.
—In which Monna finally gets an iPhone.
This life decision clearly upgraded many of my friendships. Including ours.
—In which Monna finally gets an iPhone.
Tea time! (Taken with instagram)
Sake braised pork belly. Hnnnng. (Taken with instagram)
Be still my beating heart. (Taken with instagram)
| S: | WAIT SO SHE'S BALD DOWN THERE?!?!? |
| L: | Yeah. Are those fried bananas? |
| S: | Yeah, you want some? |
| N: | Star Wars the Old Republic beta invites are going out tonight. I'm probably not going to get one though... |
| Me: | Of course not. Not one likes you. |
| N: | :(((((( |
I lost count how many times I’ve started and stopped blogging since 2001. I’ve made friends and burned bridges; discovered new interests and grew as a person.
Now, on the verge of stepping into “adulthood” (read: real apartment and a dog on the way), I’ve decided to clean up this space and focus on documenting a new chapter of my life. Now with more personal vomit and lots and lots and lots of Samoyed videos/photos.
Stay tuned!
My inaugural Steepster Select has arrived! The three tasting notes for August are as follows:
What’s awesome is that the team threw in a gift strainer and a personal handwritten note as well. Love these guys! Definitely looking forward to the months ahead for new teas to try.
| Me: | Mmmm let's go to Singapore. |
| Jenny: | We can stay at my ex's place. |
| Jenny: | Hahahahahhaaha. |
| Me: | .... |
| Me: | Awkward. |
| Me: | Veto'ed. |

My experience with baking consisted of two attempts prior to this. They both happened during the first year of college. A friend and I decided it would be a smashing idea to use the leftover sweet potatoes and make some sweet potato buns with it. The result was amazing. Armed with nothing but the directions and our bare hands, we set forth into the world of baking, completely unaware of the long hours ahead of us.
The result from that attempt was amazing. There is something magical about the first time you smell freshly baked bread. So, like all college freshmen after acing a daunting task, we got cocky and planned to bake an angel food cake. Needless to say, it was a disaster. We never figured out what went wrong but our cake was more of a cracker but I suspected it was because we didn’t have an electric mixer so the consistency was off.

Now in my own kitchen, and with more confidence in cooking as a whole. I decided to tackle the pretzel. The result was surprisingly good and I didn’t expect making pretzels would be so easy. Granted, I still don’t have that elusive electric mixer, but it turned out just fine. I’ve included the recipe for the honey whole wheat pretzel below if any adventurous bakers care to whip some up themselves. It’s well worth it, I promise!
Adapted from Honest Cooking & The Food Network
Ingredients:
Directions:
China. November 2009. We were watching Watchmen. Just the two of us, in a dorm room far away from home.
Thank you for staying in with me on that overcast day. Thank you for being the one I connected with. Thank you for being such an amazing person. Thank you for making study abroad so memorable. Thank you.
May I present to you this stunning creature:

I give you permission to pick up your jaw up from the floor now.
What you see before you, ladies and gentlemen, is a long-haired Weimaraner. Before you get all snooty and tell me “but Weimaraners are a short-haired breed” I must interject and inform you that they actually do come in the long-haired persuasion. Since the long-haired gene is recessive, these beauties equal the blondes or gingers (aka mutants) of the dog world.
It’s no secret that I am a rabid dog lover. When I walk down the street, my impeccable dog stalking senses allow me to pinpoint these tailwaggers from a mile away. My reaction when they come within petting range is how some women react when they see a baby. Most owners would politely smile while I make baby noises at their dogs while on the inside they are scowling at me out of jealousy. Haters gonna hate.
Strangely, my boyfriend still finds this behavior extremely adorable. So when we decided it was time to add a darling puppy to our little family, I was absolutely delighted.
I did not know this variation of Weimaraner’s existed until I was researching the intelligence of each dog breed to narrow down a breed for my future Sterling*.
Weimaraners come in at #21 (I cannot believe a Pomeranian is in the top 10) which isn’t too shabby. Poor Cavalier King Charles Spaniels—my favorite breed—are tied at #44 with three other dogs. I know. Pomeranian are smarter than both of these breeds. Flabbergasted.
I then happily typed “long hair Weimaraners breeders” into Google like any technologically advanced person would to see if there are any located within a reasonable vicinity. I also scourged the AKC’s official web site and tracked down the national Weimaraner club so I can get a breeder’s referral or additional local clubs.
After a couple of hours of fruitless searching, I have come to the conclusion that the long-haired Weimaraner 1. is impossible to find and 2. will cost me an arm, a leg and possibly that mythical pot of gold at the end of the rainbow if I do find a breeder. I took this as a sign that perhaps this union was not meant to be. If all else fails, I guess I could just scoop up a yapyap dog and pretend I’m an heiress/socialite.
*Naming my future dog after Sterling Mallory Archer is bamf.
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