My baby kitty

Meet 7 month old Edwin! We picked him up at the shelter after Hunter passed on.

This was too cute not to photograph!

He loves to play hide n go seek, and in the morning he loves a little lactose free milk.

Also, he loves having his teeth brushed, and he loves that I eat salmon out of the can and share the juice with him. He's my buddy.

Recipe adaptation: slow cooker chicken posole

This is one of those ID10T users at allrecipes.com things, where I have taken the recipe and changed EVERY! SINGLE! THING! and still expect you to believe that the original is awesome. I must apologize, but I tend to work from what I have instead of reinventing my pantry for every new recipe.

We'll see how this turns out, I'm sure we'll love it, we love spicy food.

You can find the original here: Slow Cooker Chicken Posole


Ingredients:

1 can (29 oz) white hominy, drained
1 can (16 oz) sliced stewed tomatoes
1 can (16 oz) red enchilada sauce (hot)
1 can (12 oz) carrots, sliced
2 small onions, chopped
4 TBSP minced bottled garlic
1 tsp cumin
4 chicken thighs, skin on
Pepper
Jalapeno peppers (3), sliced, seeds in
Dried cilantro
Lime wedges
Tortilla chips

Recipe Preparation
1. Combine hominy, tomatoes, enchilada sauce, carrots, onion, jalapenos, lime wedges, garlic and cumin in a 4-qt slow-cooker. Add chicken and stir to combine. Cover and cook on high 3 to 3 1⁄2 hours until chicken is cooked through and vegetables tender. Skim and discard any fat from the surface.

2. Remove chicken; pull meat off bones into large shreds. Stir back into slow-cooker. Stir in cilantro, if using. Serve with more lime wedges and tortilla chips.

Everything'll be alright

Something about getting scratched by my cat really messed my head up last night-- Joshua himself says it'll all be ok.

Books close when they are finished.

Doubly so

There is a double bass off camera.

song of the moment - Iron and Wine

God made the automobile to pass all the pretty girls that smoke by the side of the road, their blues lovin' boys in tow; to drive until the end of the day, and bow to a borrowed flag beside all the brave and the blind, and men without men in mind.

To pass all the things he made but then never bothered to name. And no one will tell the truth, and no one will hide it from you, like birds around the grave.

God made the automobile, and I made a little boy to pass all the blissfully young.
The snake with the forked toungue that prays on the waiting for time, and makes in the sleepless waves, the fear of the black and the jew, and blood for the camera crew.
It passes the things he made and then never bothered to name. And no one will tell the truth, and no one will hide it from you, like birds around the grave.

Spinning

Sometimes it feels like I'm spinning my wheels... stuck in an endless loop of self-doubt.

New Chapter

So, this job that gave me the iritis with the stress? I was relieved of it this morning.

I feel so relieved. And so sick with a cold.

Once I'm all the way better, I'd like to work on things that mean something to me, as well as finding a job that fits my heart and my head better.