hipstasaurus rex

i'm happy this little blog is back in business!!

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a while ago, i was talking to my mama.  ok, maybe two days ago.  and we were talking about the fact that i was making real live blogs again for a second (sort of) ((sort of, as in, we were sort of talking about that.  not that i was only sort of making blogs...)).  and this little guy came up in the conversation.

her:  i loved your disclosure.
me:  you did??
her:  i was cracking up.
me:  in case you were wondering, it's because all the facebook kids use this thing called instagram where it makes their pictures look all polaroidy, and they put them on facebook...
her:  i have seen them.  your cousin does it quite often.
me:  oh.  yep.  hipster...
her:  i remember you and mikah have done it for years.
me:  yay!! thank you!  at least one person knows!
her:  you are a pre-hipster.  a pripster?
me:  dinausaur hipster.
her:  haha
me:  hipstasaurus rex.
her:  ....

and it made me laugh a little bit.  so now we all know:  i'm a hipstasaurus rex.  hipster before hipster was cool.  hahahahaha

raw muffins

i like to eat raw muffins.  i really do.  i have this memory of going with my sissy to stay at our cousins' house and eating plastic cheese because we didn't have that at home (irrelevant), and making muffins in the morning.  our one cousin and i would basically eat half of the muffins before we even cooked them.  and my sister would be so grossed out by us.

well.  i have discovered that it's the eggs that makes eating raw things so great.  it must be the texture, or maybe even the taste.  who knows?

today i was making "just add milk" muffins.  i was super excited to snack on some raw muffins while i was filling up the muffin tin(s).

there was a problem.  or maybe two.

first of all, i had no muffin tin.  uh, what?  i had about 3 when i lived in my last apartment...

second of all, the batter tasted horrible.  i've never tasted such an awful raw muffin.  i couldn't even lick the bowl.

so here is what had to happen:

(don't mind the couscous box...that was from dinner last night....)

i had to chug some milk to get the taste of milk and flour out of my mouth.  and i had to use a cake pan to cook my muffins.  i'm still waiting on them, so i still don't know if muffin-cakes even work... hopefully they will be edible.... if not, i'll have to throw them in the grass for the wild cats to eat.


aaaaaaand, they're done.  but at first they weren't done enough, so i set my bird/egg timer again.  but it didn't go off.  for reals!  for really reals.  and now my muffin-cakes look like this:

black.  quite black.  

but that's ok.  i'll still try them.

oh dear...  forgot to spray the pan.

done.  these are some crunchy muffin-cakes.

i'll chalk that one up to a win.

ps.  i am holding my computer on my lap, and, sadly, i am attached to an internet cable.  oni just walked straight into the internet cable and clotheslined herself.  and just sat there and looked at me in a very "why would you do this to me??" tone of voice...  where is my camera when i really need it?

pop tart

we always talk about this, but i'd never actually seen it...

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today is my pop tart's birthday.  sometimes that's what i call him.  "what's cookin, pop tart?"  ok, i don't really say that, but sometimes i really do call him pop tart.
sometimes i just call him boyfriend.
and today it's his birthday!  and he's (in his own words, i'll have you know) 'an old ass man'!
and in just 5 short (but probably very looong and dragging) days, he gets to come visit me!  and i can't wait!
as he doesn't have skype, we haven't seen each other since the day that i left wyoming.  here is what we looked like back then:

i told him i would bring a sign with me to the airport in case he didn't recognize me since it's been so long (aka 3 1/2 months).

real live second rodeo

have i ever shown (showed?) you this one?  so beautiful.

we went back to the rodeo.  and again, we forgot how to take pictures until the actual rodeo was over.  or more like a 10 year old girl worried about chasing boys was climbing the fence in front of us and stick her butt out in our faces.  or rather, erica's face.  and when we (again, erica) asked her to move over a little, she pretended not to speak english.

here is a little taste of the rodeo we saw (courtesy of google)

the announcer was saying how girls had travelled across the country just to compete in this barrel thing.  and then almost every girl fell off their horse during the turns....the 6 year olds that competed did better than the professionals.  maybe it's because their horses weren't wearing socks...

(this photo is actually from jubilee days)  

my favorite one of the sheep riding was a little girl in a dress.  when she fell off she landed on her butt and then she fell back with her legs in the air and her dress came above her head and all you could see were her hot pink panties!!

another event where professionals around the world were "the match of the night" on world class bulls that hadn't been ridden in 3 years.  this was all we saw.  

this roping/wrestling thing was too violent for erica and noe.  they had to go walk around until it was over.

and here is what our photos showed happened:

we were trying to self-portrait... also, that's mikah's beer i'm holding.  i was the driver!!

mikah, claire, noe, erica 

things are not working out.  i just got done telling mikah about my pitty sweats (instead of sweaty pitts), and i'm sorry it's on your  shoulder, so i was laughing really hard with my fake teeth.  (don't they look fake?)  and then we laughed hysterically for about 10 minutes about how tan erica makes mikah look!

real live rodeo experience

my sister recently introduced me to a new and fantastic place.  everyone needs to go there.

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a while ago i went to my first real live rodeo.  i've been at (or in the vicinity of) rodeos before, but never at the actual rodeo part, where the cow roping and riding around barrels and bull riding happens.  noe (which is pronounced know-y) and i tried taking pictures of all the amazing things, but nothing really worked out.  so here is our evidence, in which you can't even tell where we are (but the giant cowboy should give you reason to believe....according to noe)

doba (as in qdoba), claire (uh, duh), big rodeo cowboy mayor guy, noe (who was desperate to take photo with said big rodeo cowboy mayor guy)

noe, claire, doba

claire dancing with a 17 year old (sometimes it's hard for me to remember that i am not, in fact, 17 anymore, but this kid made it very obvious), a 17 year old that noe found while she was soliciting for boys (she is 30 and married...). but instead of dancing with them herself, she guilts other people into dancing with these poor solicited souls.