This summer I’m getting into the “campfire cooking” a little bit, though mostly it involves me trying to roast hot dogs or bake potatoes. My biggest undertaking so far has been a recipe for mac n cheese in a dutch oven, which is another story in itself.
Most of these times I find that I have the fire to myself, so I get to do whatever I want, whether its put as much wood as I’d like, or cook/toast anything I prefer to eat. On one such evening, I decided to snap the two hot dogs I had over the fire
I use Hebrew National as I don’t eat pork, and the spit was a $2.99, 4-foot length I found at Wal-Mart. It’s real handy so you don’t have to be right next to the fire, I recommend a long one if you’re out at the fire frequently.
Otherwise, came out great. The fat from the hot dog crusted and toasted nicely, and the both hot dogs tasted wonderful.
On a whim, my siblings and I decided to try the acclaimed Death Wish Coffee. The box just arrived this evening; so we’ll see how this stuff actually tastes. I wanted to try this in 2016, but there was a shortage and prices were quadrupled almost. So I’m glad it’s actually affordable this time around.
I’ve passed this tree numerous times on the way home from work, but have never stopped to take a proper picture. It always looks so lone and ominous, especially during the afternoons when heading back in. So I just simply decided to grab it one day, no matter how poor the quality is.
This is the result. Looks like a pretty good landmark, doesn’t it?
I find that nowadays I get home, I just want to veg out a little bit and do something else than either be in the house or napping. I do get tired, but until I hammer out a better schedule, I hop outside just as it starts to cool down just a little. And since this is the end of August, it’s thankfully not sweltering hot when out here.
So often I have a soda, taking my saucer chair and lounging on the back porch with my Iconia A100 tablet, browsing deviantART or Houzz (as you can see here). It is a little clunky but the Houzz app works beautifully, and it’s like browsing virtual housing without leaving your couch.
Time will tell when I finally start doing something in the evenings.
I apologize if the photo is blurry, but I swiped this from my Mom; she caught this as I was boarding my car to head to my apartment, with m last load of precious items to permanently stay at my apartment. Class was the next day, so the earlier I left and got settled in, the better. I told my family goodbye and basically just left on the dot at 6PM. It was a very weird and strange feeling, and I had never felt so independent in my whole life.
It was bittersweet, but I had been longing such a chance since I was supposed to go to Walters State in 2005; and this felt like a new page, a new reset to try again. But for the most part, it felt a lot better and more solid than what was going on then. Like something right had at least happened.
I’ll give getting to to around to places like Animazement some credence; it helped me just a bit become more outgoing and feel like I had something in common with somebody. So what does that have to do with a room shot?
Because I redecorated the room to what it is. I bought certain furniture, used paint leftover from my parent’s store to give it a facelift, and even bought some recessed lights to go into the ceiling. The result was this fairly attractive room, that had some styling to feng shuei and a tad splash of new age.
I had cleaned up my room pretty good as I was starting school again, and I decided to show you guys what it looks like before it got messy again.
And yes, while that view may be physically lovely (which it is sometimes, I admit), the lack of communication and connection with the outside world makes it one of the most depressing and soul-crushing vistas at the same time. You can’t communicate or reach out to people here, and it isn’t a place for a “non-local” college student needing friends, a girlfriend and a place to sink roots to start his life. Just my two cents.
This may not seem like much, but this is the last time I played chess with someone on a chess board like this. It was at my cousin’s house, at night and was challenged by said cousin for a game of chess. So I accepted. In a strange turn of events, we did reach a sort of stalemate, shaking hands on it before calling it a draw.
Man, it’s been forever since I played chess with someone.