Hey everyone!

I hope all your autumns are going swimmingly. I’m wearing shorts today (am I brave or just stubborn?). We don’t usually get much of a real fall here on campus, but this year has been wonderful. It’s my favorite season, and by now I’ve gotten through about three weeks of REAL fall weather. Like, sweater, scarf. no coat weather. Isn’t that exciting?! Gorgeous oak leaves are skittering across the sidewalks; I’ve had to keep myself from picking up the pretty ones so often. There was one this morning that was yellow on the tips and faded into dark orange. I wouldn’t want to lie and say I didn’t pick it up. I did. But then I let it go, because I can’t start collecting leaves. I can’t.

I kind of want to go find it.

ANYWAY. Some things:
A. I didn’t get a ticket for the game this weekend; I completely forgot / kept putting it off. SO instead of going to the game, I’m going CAAAMPING! I have been so busy with school and work lately that I’ve had no time to camp and I’m psyched I get to squeeze in a warmish trip before winter sets in. (I’m not going to collect the beautiful leaves I’ll inevitably find…).
B. I’m talking to one of the local coffee shops about hanging some of my art for a couple of weeks, so cross your fingers for me (and then go see them!). I’ll keep you updated on that.
C. All the leftovers in my fridge – leftover from my mama’s visit – have got me thinking about food in Bozeman. I’m writing a restaurant review on one of the new ones in town and I just wonder how yet another delicious place could be added to my list of choices. I’m always confounded when looking for a place to eat out; there are just too many excellent choices. I feel like that’s kind of awesome and interesting and bewildering so I should share, right? How can all of these restaurants and cafes and lunch spots be doing so well? I don’t know, but I’m going to list a few go-to favorites for going out in honor of parents’ weekend.

1. Montana Ale Works

Montana Ale Works is pretty much the traditional “my parents are in town so we’re going here” spot. It’s also where I have my birthday dinner, my date dinners, and any other time I can validate it dinners. I get the Jake burger or the Bison Patty Melt every time because you get those delicious thin fries and the meat is sooo good. Bison meat over beef any day (unless I want jalapenos and cream cheese on that beef – Jake). If you haven’t been here (have you been living under a rock?) go here. Seriously. Especially if your parents are here for the weekend. It’s a higher end place, so a bit more expensive, but absolutely worth it.

2. Naked Noodle

Oh Naked Noodle. If you’re sick, if you’re starving, if you’re taking care of a sickie, if you just gotta have dat Pad Thai, GO HERE. A few weeks ago when I was suffering some serious strep throat, Naked Noodle spaghetti and meatballs is all I could think about. My roommate ended up driving me there because she couldn’t stand the ceaseless complaining. Any other day than a sick day though, and I’m eating that Pad Thai (#allofthepadthai) with their house-made Stash hot sauce.

3. Mackenzie River Pizza

Mackenzie River is the first place I ever went out to eat in Bozeman. They started here and are now in a few other cities and states; and they have the best pizza creations (at least the most tasty/creative – there A LOT of yummy pizza places in Bozeman). But this is where I go when I’m looking to go out with friends; this might actually be where my roommates, my club girls, my guy friends and I go every time we’ve gone out. It’s a good place for it and it’s a good visiting parents dinner as well: less expensive than Ale Works, more casual, less diversity of food choices.

4. The Garage

And The Garage, my most recent obsession and favorite. They have everything: pulled pork, ribs, sandwiches, soup, BURGERS, salads, friiiiieees. Go there. I don’t even want to explain it to you because it’s my favorite. (Also I’m starving at this point). The menus are on license plates, the lights are car lights or behind hoods, the benches are made of particle bo the metaphor goes on and it succeeds. It’s a good place for dates, friend dates, groups, whatever excuse you need, eat here.

5. The Roost, Pho Real, Copper, Saffron Table, The Hungry Cat, Red Tractor Pizza, Pita Pit, Rice, La Parilla, AND EVERYTHING ELSE. It’s all so good. This isn’t even taking into account breakfast food places of which there is a ridiculous abundance.

And now I’m hungry.
Stay hungry, my friends,

All Visitors Welcome (Feed Me)


Mama and me

September and October have been such great months for me. Two weeks ago, my grandparents flew in for a visit. Then last weekend, some friends from home came to Bozeman with their daughter to visit and tour MSU; I was able to catch up with them and show them around our awesome campus. AND THIS WEEK MY MOM’S HEEERE. It’s so exciting.

There was a sale on airline tickets this past summer. I was home, at the time, when my mom found it, called my grandma, and everyone and their mother (literally) booked a flight to come visit me. Luckily my work and school schedules haven’t been terribly conflicting. I just finished two huge writing projects last night and now I get to focus entirely on my awesome mother. And she even made me coffee to take to campus (which I never have time to do, as I’m always running late). It’s times like these that I miss living at home. Maybe my mama can just move in with me here – though I don’t think she enjoys sleeping in a bed with Copper as much as I do.

Yesterday was fun filled. We bought new tires, just in time for winter, lots and lots of food, jewelry, shelves, all the miscellaneous things my mom realizes I need (that I, of course, never realize). As a result, we were running around all day so when dinner rolled around, we didn’t really want to leave the house. I didn’t have a whole lot of stock on quality, hearty meals in the fridge, so we came up with something of our own. Let’s call it Classy Bratwurst Pasta.

Leftover from my grandparents’ visit, I had Cheddar Bay Biscuit Mix (a la Costco) in the pantry. With those in the oven, we boiled up some water for spaghetti noodles and sliced up some Tomato Basil Bratwurst purchased from Flying Fur Meats (in Belgrade, MT). The biscuits came with a garlic-y butter glaze, so we coated the warm bread and used the leftover garlic butter to mix a white wine sauce. In the end, our dinner was wholly fantastic and you can copy our makeshift cooking skills with the recipe below!

Classy Bratwurst Pasta

1. Cheddar Bay Biscuit Mix
2. Spaghetti Noodles
3. Bratwurst (sausage of any kind)
4. Cherry Tomatoes
5. Mushroom
6. Butter
7. White Wine
8. Parmesan

1. Boil water and cook the spaghetti noodles.
2. Follow directions on biscuit box and put biscuits in oven; mix garlic butter (powdered mix in biscuit box). If you don’t have the Cheddar Bay Biscuits, mix 1/4 cup butter, two teaspoons garlic powder, one teaspoon oregano, large pinch of salt.
4. Slice bratwurst and cook in a skillet.
3. Throw the butter mix in the skillet with the mushroom and cooked sausage. Once the mushrooms are soft, add two Tablespoons white wine and keep warm.
4. Drain the noodles, slice tomatoes, toss everything together. Top with parmesan and don’t forget to take the biscuits out of the oven.
5. Eat all the food.

I hope you enjoy our makeshift dinner as much as we did!
Love and awesomeness,

Living a Coffee Lifestyle

You know the phrase, “Revenge is a dish best served cold?” So is curry.

I had my first Indian food experience last Tuesday at Bozeman’s sort-of new Saffron Table. I’m writing a restaurant review in the Exponent this week, so keep your eyes peeled for those blue stands and grab a newspaper. Anyway, I ordered Mama’s Chicken Curry and ate just enough to bring some home with me to keep the fridge company. I’m eating it right now: and I’m putting it right up there with cold pizza. This is delicious. I might just buy more to keep in the fridge. Cold curry at all times.

However, cold curry is not the reason I am returning to the blog-o-sphere today. (Do we still call it that?).

Guys. It’s October 2nd. Do you know what that means? It means seven friends posted on Facebook yesterday that it was “sweater, hot cocoa, and pumpkin season.” Accompanied by the girliest of hearts and leaf emoticons. BUT. It also means that it’s coffee season. And that right there is why I’m reentering the blog-o-sphere today on the holiest of days.


Copper <3

Let me paint a word picture.
I was walking about the Student Union this morning after finishing a lovely campus tour. I had felt that coffee itch since before I even woke up, let’s be honest, so by 10am I was already three hours late. I’m a regular at the SRO (coffee shop in the SUB), but I was free for three whole hours before my sociology test. I had a whole world of coffee before me. A whole Bozeman. I had some studying to do, so I could go downtown to The Leaf and Bean, Wild Joe’s Coffee Spot, or Zocalo (personal favorite), or I could walk just across the street to International Coffee Traders, but Copper (best dog in the world) was waiting patiently for me at home. The decision was made: I needed a drive through so I could return valiantly and caffeinated to my puppy.
SO. I could go to Starbucks and grab the October, white-girl classic: pumpkin spice latte. But it hurts me a little bit every time I crawl back to Starbucks with all the local, delicious options in town. It just so happens that the one and only Cold Smoke Coffee House has relocated to the same shopping center as Starbucks (just down the street from my house, woooo!). So I knew which direction to point my car, but what do I get?! Was I feeling as pumpkin obsessed as usual? Because I could get the ever-so-delicious Pumpkin Pie latte. I knew I needed something to celebrate October. Something cinnamon, perhaps? Then, maybe as a tribute to the delicious chai I had at Saffron Table, I knew I needed the game-changing Dirty Chai (chai with espressssso!): dirty because I always need caffeine (more more mooore).


The beautiful Dirty Chai

Funny enough, I’m drinking more coffee right now. I really can’t stop.

For coffee lovers / potential caffeine addicts Bozeman really is the best of the best when it comes to enablers. However, if you get as anxious and analytical about making decisions as I did this morning, I suggest you choose a regular coffee spot. You really can’t go wrong.

Stay gold,

A Day in Review

IMG_20140422_210050_423Hey Team. It’s been raining today, aaall day, but it’s really not that bad. I heard my first roll of thunder today while I was in the middle of an at-home, bake-off marathon.

When I woke up this morning I left the house in a t-shirt. When I left work five hours later I had to sprint to my car through the rain drops. But I wanted to talk about my day and mostly about my baking marathon. I made a cookie that I’d never tried at home before, adapted from a cookie we make at work in the bakery. It’s called the Crackle. And it is spectacular. Basically, it’s a brownie in cookie form.

So we’ll start with the ingredients.

You’ll need:
2 sticks of butter
2 C sugar
2 large eggs
1 T vanilla
3/4 C cocoa powder
2 C flour
1 t baking soda
1 t salt
Extra sugar and powdered sugar

So you get all your ingredients out, that’s step 1 obviously. And you’re going to use the creaming method which means you blend your butter, sugar, eggs, and vanilla IMG_20140422_185908_031separately from the cocoa, flour, baking soda, and salt. So blend that first group. Then gradually add the dry ingredient mix. From here, I took some tips from work: use an ice cream scoop to scoop cookie-size balls of batter. Lay them out on a cookie sheet and shove them in the freezer for an hour or two.

At this point, I went for a run in the rain with Copper. I ran with him off-leash for the first time and he loved it. He’s such a good dog. Heart of the Valley picked him up as a stray, but I have no doubt he’s lived in a house before and been taken care of.

So we got home and Copper got mud and rain water on everything and then I pulled the cookies out. IMG_20140422_201838_010

So you want to make sure they’re frozen or the sugar won’t stick very well. Take the balls of dough and cover them in regular granulated sugar, then powdered sugar. If you don’t do the granulated sugar first, the powdered will soak into the dough and not show up very well after baking. I got two small bowls out and put each sugar in a bowl.

Then you bake these wonderful contraptions for about ten minutes at 355 degrees Fahrenheit.

It’s important that you let the cookies cool on the baking sheets for about five-ten minutes (depending on your will power) or they will fall apart in a brownie-like goo. Then, I moved the cookies (with a spatula) to plates to cool and solidify more. Then, FINALLY, you get to eat them. All at once. Because you wont’ be able to help yourself. Seriously.

Just eat them all.


Your truly,

You’ll Never Guess

Okay guys. So I didn’t post last week and I’m sorry (FYI it’s sunny with a small, bitter breeze and it snowed earlier today for a few minutes). I have a legitimate excuse for not posting.

I adopted a dog. His name is Copper and he’s perfect. Here is a picture:


Copper, the perfect animal

Basically here’s what happened:
So I met Copper (previously named Dabbert) at Heart of the Valley Animal Shelter about three weeks ago. I only met him as a fun thing to do in between classes and homework. My roommate had been considering adopting a dog and I went along with her to the shelter. But I met Copper and I fell in love with him. I checked the shelter website every day (multiple times a day) to see if he was still there. He was, day after day. Then I actually sat down and considered my financial stability. I have a new job as well as money coming from jobs at MSU and I just moved into my new house which allows a dog. I have enough time for a dog and I’m staying over the summer so he would have a stable and safe home. But I wouldn’t be able to afford to bring him home for another week.

I checked day after day, minute after minute and I brought it up to everyone I encountered. Then, my best friend looked at me one day right after I had told him and without missing a beat, he said, “Well I could spot you the adoption fee.”

WHAT? Literally, I didn’t believe him; I thought he was joking. As we drove to the shelter just to meet with Copper again he told me to consider it and have a decision by the time we got to the shelter.

Well I decided. And as Copper ran around and caught our Frisbees in the shelter’s meet-and-greet area, I decided he was coming home with me. I called my landlord and I signed the adoption papers. All I had to do was wait for my landlord to call the shelter, approve the adoption, and I could take him home. But I couldn’t talk to her until after my classes AT FOUR O’CLOCK. I was dying all day. (Figuratively).

Then I finally got on the phone with her. Check. She promised she would call the shelter right away. As I walked to my car, I had my phone in front of my face, practically running the whole way. Then my phone rang and I paused. Halted, really. It was a 406 area code (Montana, fyi). I answered the call and on the other end a voice said, “Are you ready to bring home your puppy?”


Yes. Yes I was ready. He asked if I could make it to the shelter in an hour before they closed. I promised I would be there.

And that day I brought my boy home.


Stay spectacular,

Bring Your Own Springtime

First of all, it’s gorgeous outside. It started out windy and cloudy and sad; now it’s breezy, sunny, and sixty degrees (almost).
Last Thursday I was outside all afternoon throwing the football, playing botchi ball, kicking the soccer ball around. I even got a miniscule sunburn.

Second of all, I have work in the morning, dark and early (that means 3:30 a.m.). Because guess what I haven’t told you yet. I GOT A JOB AS A BAKER.

a baker.

I love cooking; you know that much. When I was offered this job I just had to take it. HAD TO. I’ve been at it for a week now and I love the work. Mornings are hard, but the baking and the mixing and the cooking with the music blaring: I’m all about that.

Third of all, this.

Work at the Exponent is going great. I just got home from our weekly meeting about a half hour ago and I was thinking on the drive home, “I really do love this.” (This is referring to writing professionally). I’m all the more grateful for this job because it has really solidified the fact that I want to be a writing major. I wasn’t doubting it or anything, but I’m always glad for the reassurance.

As the end of the semester approaches, I can’t help but be excited for summer. My new job means I’ll be in Bozeman for the season. My home family isn’t thrilled, but I think the experience will be good for me and I love my family. I hope they know that.
I already got time off for the England and Ireland trip with the Honors College (OH MY GOD I AM GETTING EXCITED). And I got time off to go home for a week at the end of July.
Last year in my first ever writing class, I wrote and bound a creative book about my childhood in the magic place of Marble, CO. Since then, it’s sort of become a bible in my family and it has even done exactly what it set out to do. We’re going back to Marble after 6 or 7 summers of not making the trip. I can’t explain how unbelievably excited I am for this. I don’t think I could accurately describe the real feeling in the short time I have to write this blog. At some point, I’m going to sit down and write an actual response. How I feel now, how Marble is or how it has changed, how the trip was, how the family was. But that’s for a later date. I don’t want to get too mushy online in front of everyone.
And let me tell you something else. Bozeman, MT in the summertime is the place to be (ask the hundreds of tourists that march through). It’s gorgeous, it’s sunny, it’s warm, it’s hiking and biking and swimming and camping. It’s music on main, walking downtown, working at 3:30am. Shhh. It’s sunsets on Peet’s Hill and frisbee at Bogart Park as the farmer’s market gets set up.

BUT. As the end of the semester approaches, I can’t help but feel the unbelievable pressure that is the end of another semester of college. I counted to thirty and got too scared to keep going. That’s how many total pages I have to write before the end of the next two and a half weeks. I’m on the verge of panic, but I’m usually pretty good at keeping that under the radar. I got a bag of yogurt covered pretzels so I’ll be fine.

Lastly, I want to talk a little about the article I was just assigned for next week.
In Bozeman, MT there is an art gallery called The Cottonwood Club. On Saturday April 19 this gallery is having a Bring Your Own Art Show. That means that on a first come, first serve basis, artists come to the location with art they want to sell and have their own gallery showing with the Cottonwood Club. The gallery takes no commission so all the money goes to the artist. Besides the fact that I cannot wait to learn more about this gallery and its founder, I am absolutely taking some work to this event. ABSOLUTELY. I’m a writer so I should be able to explain how amazing I feel about this event and this gallery but I am struggling. As an artist, it’s absolutely wondrous. An event that is entirely founded and run for the artists. That’s unheard of. That’s charity. And generosity.
I’ll write another post after I write the preview for the article and actually attend the event. I can’t wait. Literally, I’m jumping in my chair.

Lastly lastly, here’s a picture of the dinner I just made myself.

Always awesome,

Let’s summarize March


State of Reverie, taken by Ellen Kuntz

Okay guys. It’s been snowing for more than 24 hours. It’s weird snow too – mixed with rain randomly so it’s not really sticking to the ground. After the gorgeous fifty degree days last week, this is kind of a downer.

But anyway, it’s the last day of the month. The last day of March, actually and that means one more month of classes as a Sophomore. (Also, one more month before EVERYTHING is due, but let’s not talk about that). So much happened this March so let me fill you in.


Swing dancing at AGR

For starters, I started my job at the ASMSU Exponent as a culture writer and it has been so incredible. So far I’ve been to breakfast, a ukulele jam, and a photo show. The photo show was State of Reverie by Ellen Kuntz and it was really fun. There was a photo installation where Ellen took pictures of guests (see the daydreamy picture to the left). I’ve gotten to interview so many interesting people: and I never would have thought about a job in journalism if it weren’t for my News & PR class. The online articles can be found here.

I also started training at Sola Café as a baker! Which is just unbelievably exciting for me. You all know how much I love baking and cooking. I have to get up at about 3AM, but the work is fun. This summer I should be able to get used to the hours and get a rhythm going once I have a regular schedule uninhibited by silly things like classes.

Awesome thing number three: Chi Alpha Kappa had our first mixer with Alpha Gamma Rho (AGR) this month and then two more afterward because they are so awesome! We had a swing dancing party, then a taco Thursday, and another get together (with a lot of swing dancing). I fed 30 people on Taco Thursday and I think that’s pretty impressive.


Chi Alpha Kappa girls at AGR

I also found a house for next year. (I’m moving, if I hadn’t mentioned that before). I’m living with my friends Dinah and Kathleen (so basically next year will be the best year of my life). We found an adorable condo; it’s farther from campus than I am now, but I don’t mind the short drive. Compared to Lakewood, Colorado everything in Bozeman is close. Even though it seems far, it’s about the same distance I drove from my house to high school every day. In any case, I’m excited for the change.

Then last night, we had a spontaneous taco night. We ran to the nearest Town & Country grocery store, stocked up on corn tortillas, meat, and cheese then jammed out in the kitchen as the snow fell and the shells fried. It was so fun. And a perfect end to this eventful March.

What’s coming up in April, you ask?!

Well let me tell you.

My birthday, for one. (But that’s the very last day so I guess I’m jumping the gun).

Also, the last day of classes, moving day, my parents are visiting, Easter, surprise vacations, and SPRING WEATHER.

I hope you’re all enjoying yourselves wherever you are!

Love and stuff,

Paddy Murphy and the springtime

I have decided that, from now on, every post until the end of the year will mention the current weather in Bozeman. Just to emphasize the awesome weather mood swings.

So it’s sunny and gorgeous right now. Long sleeves recommended, but definitely go outside!

Last week was insanely busy and insanely fun. Sigma Alpha Epsilon – Montana Alpha (aka SAE at Montana State) invited Chi Alpha Kappa to participate in their Paddy Murphy 2014. Now, I understand that a lot of that sentence may not make any sense, so I’ll explain. Paddy Murphy is SAE’s exciting philanthropy event. Each sorority on campus is invited to nominate one of their sisters and she competes to become SAE’s sweetheart. Chi Alpha Kappa is just a club at Montana State so it was really nice and welcoming for SAE to invite us.

AND it was awesome of my sisters to nominate me as their sweetheart.

The first night was a dodgeball tournament held in the fitness center on campus.

The XAK dodge ball team

The XAK dodge ball team

We were awarded points for the number of girls from our group, our introduction of ourselves, and, obviously, for winning. The CAKs (my group, also the underdogs) got second place in the tournament and because of our awesome intro, we ended the night in first place overall.

The next night was SAE trivia, reciting of The True Gentleman, and Impersonation of a Brother Skit. That night was so fun – and also extremely nerve-racking. I don’t usually get nervous speaking in front of other people. I mean, I’m an AdvoCat; I have to do that at least one a week. But when I was getting ready to go up to recite The True Gentleman, I just kept getting more and more nervous. But I got up there and did pretty average. I missed the last two sentences, but we were still on track. Trivia went well; my SAE coach saved the day on that one. And the impersonation went well; at least, the brother I was impersonating liked it.

Then came the best day. The brothers held a date auction (that’s how they get the money for their philanthropy); then there was the talent show and a baking competition. I am a great baker. No humility there; I can bake a cake. So I wasn’t worried. But the talent show presented a problem because I don’t really have a great, entertaining stage talent. But we had a plan.
So the three groups that went before me all did a dance. Then it was my turn: we set up my table, pretend oven, cooler, etc. I get up there in front of everyone and said, “Talent shows are hard for me. I can’t sing and I can’t dance, but what I can do is cook.” And I held my own little ‘Martha Stewart meets stand up comedy’ cooking show: I made a sandwich. Then I gave the judges the real masterpiece – buffalo chicken dip, which they devoured in all of five minutes.

In the end, we got third place – just two points behind the winner. But I didn’t even mind losing because the entire week was so much fun. I met so many great people and made awesome connections. Also, we bought two guys at auction so there’s that to look forward to.

Tonight, the CAKs are getting together with AGR (another fraternity on campus) for a bonfire and swing dancing. I’m so excited. Our group is really growing on campus and it’s all looking good from here. (Especially with the sun shining).

For more info on Chi Alpha Kappa, visit our Facebook page here.


Ukulele pizza jam

It’s snowing. It’s supposed to be Spring!

But that’s okay; I’m from Colorado so I’m used to seeing snow through April. It was funny last year; we had a small snow storm after a series of warm, beautiful days. One of my friends from Indiana was just appalled. I hadn’t realized that these surprise snows didn’t happen everywhere. Apparently it’s a Colorado-Montana thing. But in any case, there should be warm days mixed in with these silly snow days and I’m looking forward to them. Yesterday I went for a long run outside (first outside run in Montana for months!) and it was perfect weather for it: overcast, but warm.

I also went to a Ukulele Pizza Jam last night, which is what I really want to talk about. There’s this group called the Bozeman Ukulele Cabaret and they had a Ukulele Pizza Jam at Colombo’s Pizza and Pasta. Basically, anyone with a ukulele is welcome to come play and jam with these 1173589_10201373126840844_1259639436_nawesome people. They write chords and finger positions on a white board; they even had sheet music for some of the songs. There were obviously people there who have been playing for years, but there was one man I talked to who had just bought his ukulele on his way to the restaurant.

It was so much fun. I didn’t have a ukulele (because I have no idea how to play one) but I sang along with everyone and ate plenty of pizza. They’re having another jam session on April 13th and an open lesson on the 6th at the Bozeman Public Library. I was thinking I would ask for a ukulele for my birthday, but I might just have to buy one before that. They make it so easy to follow along and learn. Not to mention, it looks insanely fun to play.

Maybe if I had a ukulele I could sing my way through these winter blues. (I might be exaggerating my spring-readiness, but I just really want a ukulele). Also, I am a terrible singer, but I could strum my way through these blues in any case.

Also! I submitted my articles for the Exponent this week; this is the first time I’ll see my name in print and I could not be more excited. The paper is on stands every Thursday, so if you’re on campus be sure to grab one and flip to the Culture section. Our next edition is the annual April Fools edition – The Excrement. It’s all satire; I don’t know what I’ll be writing yet, but that should be fun.

Getting back to classes after the (too short) spring break was fun today (read: not fun). But it was nice to get back on campus and it’s always great to be back in Bozeman. Just seven more weeks! I can’t believe it. I’m already registering this Friday for next semester’s classes. This year is just flying by.

One last thing: a horde of birds (probably just returning from winter in the south) returned to my front yard yesterday morning. They just swarmed my crab apple tree and tossed a couple apples at my window. Before, they flew off to a new tree, I snapped a few pictures of them. Check it out!


Wherever you are, I hope you’re staying awesome.
Yours truly,

Breaking with the best

So remember last week when I posted that I wanted Spring to arrive in Bozeman?

Well it has arrived here in Idaho! On the eight hour drive over here, we crossed the Idaho border and I saw this guy fertilizing his lawn. I hadn’t even noticed there wasn’t any snow to be seen. So I start laughing at this man, “Why are you fertilizing your lawn? It’s just going to get snowed on again.” And then my Idaho-bred travelling companions start laughing at me, because apparently spring has sprung in the north-west. All I needed in order to see green grass was a hop across the border. When I finally arrived at Annie’s house her mom (my pretend adopted mother) was gardening. GARDENING. Montana doesn’t even remember what gardening is until April.

But in any case, I love it here. (Not Idaho, exactly, but at my best friend’s house). So far, I’ve gotten myself covered in puppy bites, shopped til I dropped, relaxed to the max, and Zumba’ed like crazy. The first night I was here we had (my favorite) homemade chicken pot pie. They treat me so well.

Next week I’m planning a picture compilation of our spring-time adventures. So get excited.

On a side note, I submitted my first article to my editor at the Exponent and I’ll have a second one written by Monday. So look for my name twice in the next edition! It’ll be on stands Thursday after break.

But now, the beast Maya the labradoodle has been awoken and I have to entertain her (because she’s trying to eat my laptop).


Maya and the Skunk


Reunited and it feeeels so good! (At dinner with Annie)

Happy spring/winter wherever you are!