A bit of joy for you. . .

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10 things I recently discovered should ALWAYS be in my cupboard

What do you expect to use all the time? If you look at my wardrobe, there are a lot of simple items that I bought with the intention of wearing with EVERYTHING (black cardigan). And then there's the other example of when rather unique pieces of clothing (green and white beaded flip flops, for example) somehow end up going with, and improving, almost everything. And you find excuses to wear them, no matter what.* Lately, I've been listing in my head all the ingredients I love, and am noticing a few similarities between my cardigans, flip-flops, and this list.

1. Cauliflower

2. Lime

3. Freshly ground black pepper

4. Real Parmesan

5. Spinach

6. Hummus

7. Garlic

8. Tim Tams

9. Chips

10. Salsa

The quality of life has drastically improved.

*Or the opposite situation, when you buy something that is supposed to be versatile (khaki pants) and never wear it/them, because it never looks quite right.

My dream

I am going to start this posts the same way I start my conversations--with one or two disclaimers. First, I think it is ridiculous to post about dreams. This one was just too hilarious, though. Second, I really don't think I am repressed.

Chapter 1: I dreamed last night that I was a repressed Victorian woman, who somehow got mixed up with a crew of goat herders in a basement who were protecting their goats from people shooting through the ceiling at them.

I emerged alive, but not the same.

Chapter 2: Fast forward one year (as is so easy to do in dreams and movies):

I had begun to break free of my mother's rule and had my own herd of mountain goats.

I saw this picture on a blog the day before. Goats=metaphor for "living on the edge?"

As I was out tending them, I ran into a gang of motocross nomads (yep). One guy managed to miraculously save one of my goats, thus winning my heart. I became best buddies with the nomads.

Chapter 3: One of the nomads had a younger sister. She loved motocross with all her heart, but there is just no room for women in the nomad motocross world. I was talking to her, and I had an epiphany: I would learn how, and then we could compete against each other! The world would have to take note of two woman competing. It was brilliant.

Then I woke up.