It’s been one of those weeks where I just want to curl up in my bed with cookie dough and watch endless episodes of Ally McBeal. However, seeing as I generally try to avoid salmonella and Maverick has been peeing on my bed multiple times a day, I have been fighting this urge and instead attempting to be a functioning human being.

I have been making a concerted effort to re-situate myself mentally (re-situate..about 90% sure that is not a word or even remotely gramatically correct BUT it’s Friday..give me a break) by going on my scheduled runs, socializing as usual, andddddd  eating cookie dough..I’m only moderately concerned about salmonella. Okay, that last one is actually a lie but I have really been craving cookies this week  but have been too lazy to make them.

Anyways, once I started the process of this mental re-situation (BAM, twice! This is happening) I noticed that inspiration has been popping up in the most unexpected of places, and I have been snapping pictures of these moments on my handy little phone as a reminder of how much I appreciate my beautiful life.

On that note,

back to school brunch extravaganza

Are you tired of cat pictures yet? He is likely pondering when he is going to pee in my bed again.

What a profound water bottle..got it at the dentist

Friend appreciation cards I made! It was Valentine’s Day from 3rd grade all over again

Wine and cheese night!

Jen’s birthday presents from me ;)

Sitting on the couch at Anondyne, such a different perspective!

Saturday afternoon Alibi reading by the duckpond, there was a wedding going on too! I am going to take this opportunity to once again proclaim my love for weddings. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH IT HURTS. Okay, done.

Being productive at work and reading a 2 year old Harper’s Bazaar that I stole from the gym..who knew there were words in fashion magazines? In my defense, Gwyneth Paltrow was on the cover.

Joe’s night Wednesday! I love being with my friends, I love it more when there is foosball and pool and ping pong and everything that is wonderful in the world (aka alcohol and games) and multiple creepy guys with scraggly beards. Like I said, everything you need.

Anyways, I should probably get off the computer and clean our house. Didn’t anticipate our dress up dinner party last night to turn into a dance party that destroyed our living room/kitchen.

Wait, no, yes I kinda did. But that doesn’t change the fact that I hate dishes.

Really, if nothing else, what you should take away from this is: can someone bring me cookies please?

happy birthday!

Happy happy birthday to my b-e-a-uuuuuuuutiful best friend jen ;) love you to the moon and back!




“sometimes the appropriate response to reality is to go insane.”

 –Philip K. Dick

currently reading: crying of lot 49, the evolution of bruno littlemore, zen and the art of happiness.

Currently listening to: an absurd amount of norah jones..sing it sista!

Also,very much digging this (thanks mel!) hahah

Things I have been putting off for far too long and just need to suck it up and finish.

  • register to vote
  • finally put away my laundry (that I did a week ago)
  • fix my headlight
  • get new glasses
  • register for october races—duke city half marathon, susan komen 10k, autism speaks 5 k
  • buy more chocolate for the house because I ate it all for dinner the other night. household rule number 55: chocolate must always be present!
  • Learn how to properly spell the word ‘vacuum’

My god, what I wouldn’t give for a vacuum. This would save me quite a bit of time spent sweeping up cockroaches from all over our house. 

Dear Maverick, though we appreciate the thought behind it..it would be more than okay with us if you would cease your roach gift delivery system.

Love you, mean it! -Kal and Tess

Seriously, the little monster brings them in from outside, and leaves them for us all over the house! While we recognize the sentiment behind this, it would be preferable if he showed his affection in a different manner.

On that note, cleaning the kitchen is comical experience enough considering no matter how may times we clean and scrub it it seems to remain in a perpetual state of filth. Doing so in heels and with a kitten it becomes absurd and almost impossible. Curse you linoleum!

Seeing as I am on a roll here, I would also like to complain about the fact that no matter HOW MANY CANDLES I BURN my room continues to smell like cat poop. Great!

At least the weather is behaving appropriately now! Love love love fall, thank goodness it has finally seemed to arrive. All of our lives are officially improved–thank you nature.

Anddddd with that, happy weekend to all!


So, slowly all of my 27 books required for this semester are trickling in from my online book ordering sources.

Yikes. 27. I know.

I wish I could claim exaggeration when I say reading is consuming every spare moment of my life. Those who know me are aware that I generally keep one book in my purse at all times (in case of a reading emergency, of course) but it has gotten to the point where I have up to three different novels crammed into my bag at any given time.  This is by no means a complaint, I adore everything that I am studying at the moment but it is making me go more than slightly broke.

Okay, that sentence at first does not seem to reflect a direct cause-effect relationship but let me explain. The issue lies in my inability to focus properly at home, coupled with my insatiable need for coffee causes me to spend my free time in various cafes.

I tend to rotate between a selection of different places, but the last few weeks it has reached a rather ridiculous level. Because like any normal person I occasionally snap a phone photo of study sessions..eh..I noticed on my phone the amount of photos I collected in the matter of a week or so!


Now an intelligent person would at this point suggest that I go to the library like a normal student and to that my reply is: I DO! This is in addition to regular library trips.

I am incredibly inspired, interested, and engaged in everything that I am taking this semester–effectively solidifying in my mind that I have chosen the correct fields of study. Due to this I have experienced a recalibration of my life, in which I now look forward to reading in my bed with Maverick and tea more than anything else really.

Alright, that’s somewhat of a lie.. I still do enjoy going out and socializing with the world periodically BUT it appears the majority of my time shall be committed to intellectual pursuits for the near future.

I’m not entirely sure what the purpose of writing this is, I suppose it basically just an  interesting observation regarding my life lately as well as an explanation to those wondering why I have dropped off the face of the planet. Don’t worry! I am still here, I am just around the corner reading. ;)


Happy Friday!

I went to a movie by myself today for the very  first time, ever. I have been meaning to do so for so long, but each time I planned on taking myself on a movie date I was distracted by other social obligations and/or just entirely unmotivated when it came down to it.

Today presented the perfect opportunity however, seeing as I was out of class at 11 and after two plus hours reading Lolita and inhaling caffeinated beverages I was definitely ready for a break.

I looked at the time and decided to see Celeste and Jesse Forever primarily because it was what was showing at the time.

I was surprised about how un-selfconscious I was about the entire deal..it wasn’t strange in the least. I guess I always categorized movie going as a social event, despite the nonsensical nature of that considering you sit in a dark room and are not allowed to talk.

What I would like to know is where the logic in collectively going to the movie theater, paying ten dollars (assuming you are going in the evening, that is), and then sitting for 2 hours without speaking derived from. Such a bizarre concept once you begin really analyzing it.

While sitting and waiting for the previews to begin, because I arrived a solid 15 minutes before the movie time, I started thinking about other cultural normalities and oddities regarding doing particular activities alone.

The most prominent example of acceptable public solitariness is smoking. It is absolutely acceptable to stand outside a restaurant, or anywhere really, alone if you have a cigarette in your hand. If I just casually decided to stand outside of somewhere for 20 minutes, I would indefinitely receive some incredibly strange looks from passersby.

Without a cigarette, it is essentially just loitering. Strange.

Enthralled by this first solo mission, I have decided it must become a personal tradition! I know my mom used to do that same thing, just to casually escape the world occasionally..midday excursions are ideal because it is cheaper than a sandwich (and definitely cheaper than therapy), not to mention air-conditioned.



What I’m reading: Lolita, White Noise, The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo

What I’m listening to:

Things I have seen (both from my phone and found online):



Also, I went to the dentist yesterday. So that was nice.



Number 22948 I love fall: perfect running weather!

Granted, I have yet to actually experience said temperatures yet this year but I am absolutely beside myself with anticipation. Everyone knows fall is the best season, and I will not tolerate any counter arguments regarding the matter.

I have had fairly ideal weather for my sporadic runs the last few weeks. Theoretically I have begun “training” for the Duke City Half Marathon on October 21st, if by training I mean running twice a week at most and playing with my kitten and eating grapefruit the other 99% of my time. In that case, it has been a successful running experience thus far.

This is not what I have been doing. But I shall start now, loosely based on the above plan starting at week three/four.

Running is one of those things that I absolutely love. Now, that said I feel an important distinction must be made: while I throughly adore run-NING, I am by no means a run-NER.

Those last letters really make a gigantic difference. I attempted track one semester, i.e. attempted being the latter and it is just not for me. I am too terrible, and ultimately too lazy. However, my version of the sport suffices nicely as not only does it channel my anxious energy more effectively than virtually anything else (except wine), but it is something that I have done everywhere that I have gone since I fell in love with it in p.e. before 9th grade.

Once I started thinking about it, I realized that I have run throughout my visits to places such as Washington, Oregon, Maine, California, Colorado, Sweden, Italy, France, Brazil, and obviously New Mexico (just to name a few places). It is my favorite way to see a city–running really is surprisingly WAY faster than walking. I realize that sounds incredibly obvious, but the difference is truly amazing.

I have fantastic memories of running in Cinque Terre hillsides, Stockholm’s neighborhoods, Linkoping’s forests, Brazil’s beaches, etc. and it is precisely these memories that I hold onto more than going to any tourist attraction.

So. Not entirely sure as to where I am going with this, aside from holding myself accountable to stop slacking on training so much–about ten weeks out and gonna run 13 miles faster than last year. If I don’t then…well I guess nothing, but it will be really embarrassing because I posted this. Nothing like preserving whatever semblance of a reputation I have as an honest person as motivation!



In case you have been living under a rock and are unaware (NM residents that is)–yesterday marked the return to school, and with it my official justification for my slow descent into hermitage (I now declare this a word!).

As of today I have attended all of my classes. VERDICT: I adore every. single. thing I am taking! I am just so excited about the material that will be covered in each of them–much more contemporary literature than I have studied so far and very engaging professors.

I will likely be reading  every spare minute of my time considering I ordered over 27 books online two nights ago, such is the joy of being an English and Philosophy student, but I am honestly one hundred percent okay with that. I began Lolita yesterday afternoon and am already hooked, I can’t believe I had yet to read it actually, but am so glad that the opportunity has presented itself for me to do so now.

Let’s just say I anticipate many nights with snacks, wine, Maverick, and literature in my future. Oliver can come too.

With a new school year comes a fresh start according to fourth graders everywhere, and my horoscope. On that note, we have made a few upgrades within the household including a new snazzy red doormat, lamp placement, and bookshelf that I will kindly spare you pictures of.

You cannot escape a snapshot of the ever-exciting picture rearrangement, however, because it incorporates a B-E-A-U tiful artistic masterpiece that our lovely friend Morgan purchased for us at a silent art auction benefit we were volunteering at recently.

Can you spot it? Oh, actually the lighting is a tad off. Here you go..


I know what you are going to say: it is truly majestic.

There was also some spontaneous cement block purchasing, during a 9:30 pm Lowes trip that resulted in this beauty..

And that is what happens when I go in search of a house plant, despite the fact that the cement block aisle is clear across the entire store. I have no idea.

Fueled by cement block fume intoxication, a Target trip was  subsequently made where I acquired a totally necessary mirrored side table for 20 bucks

that was actually quite awesome ( it was originally 90 dollars). Also, note the cat treats underneath..classy.

Now that I have bombarded you with my breathtaking, phone furniture photos I will present the true gem of recent school finds…

THIS LUNCHBOX! I feel so complete inside, I just want to pack all my meals and take them places. Does anyone need to borrow a lunchbox?! Because you can’t. I need it to carry my hopes and dreams.

That about sums up our pre-school preparations as far as nesting goes. I very much like to get everything all cozy and ready for prime study time cuteness before school begins so that I can focus on more nerdy endeavors (and you probably naively think this is as nerdy as it gets..ha! so wrong).

Happy back-to-school fellow Lobos! ;)


(Alternate title: absurd amount of kitten pictures crammed into a finite online space)

Apologies for the recent absence..once again. I was resting, recovering, and rejuvenating post-Brazil in beautiful Castine, Maine.

Primarily, I did absolutely nothing aside from lay at the beach reading, lay out in the yard reading, and in bed reading. Not quality literature either, books that I checked out from the library and that shall not be mentioned by name in such a public manner. Some cheesy movies of the same nature were viewed as well, but the same non disclosure policy remains.

Nothing like some good old fashioned lobster eating, coffee consumption, and occasional jogs in horrific humidity to reset my body (i.e. limit alcohol consumption..Brazil might have permanently damaged my liver) and prepare myself for the beginning of school! Acquiring grandmother clothes never hurt anyone, either, but more on that on a later date. ;)

Now, the true purpose of this post is to announce the arrival of the newest member of Tessa and I’s domestic partnership!

If you have a Facebook (that you obviously must use to stalk me..I am clearly a highly interesting individual!) then this is not necessarily news to you. However, after having the little guy one week or so, a final name has been decided upon. We had a lax approach to naming him, we tried many different names over the course of the week before the winning one was selected (crossing fingers that he is not suffering from an extreme identity crisis).

So, it is my great pleasure to OFFICIALLY introduce…






Mr. Bigglesworth..



He is my cat soulmate, and has taught me that I do in fact have the potential to become a cat lady in the future. I completely see how human interaction is overrated when there is an adorable cat in the picture that will cuddle with you and watch Six Feet Under all day in bed and tell you secrets and lick your mouth and..okay that got a little weird.

That last disturbing bit is unfortunately very, very true but I absolutely DESPISE it. Licking is just altogether unpleasant, particularly when one is attempting to sleep. Other than that though, I maintain my initial position.

Despite the fact that we got Maverick to keep Oliver company in Stanley’s absence, he seems to be suffering from a severe case of only-child syndrome (which I am entirely empathetic of, myself) and is not such a fan of the newest addition. Hopefully he will warm up to the little guy soon and we can be a cute, happy feline-human family and send out Christmas cards of our sunburned faces from our vacation in the Bahamas.

I mean, how can he not eventually love this little face?! I paused my post writing to snap this picture, email it to myself, and then include it at the end. HOW IS HE SO CUTE?!

Shout out to Oliver (and Stan)–you were are just as adorable little ones! 


There are no words that could adequately convey all that was our trip to Rio, much less express the the fiascos that we encountered and the giggles that ensued (the hilarity of our situation was realized only post-catastrophy).

Let it suffice to say that our trip was consistantly punctuated by beverages–periodic espresso stops by day, acai by the beach, and alcoholic choices for the nighttime. The rest I leave up for your interpretation through the following pictures.