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Rachael. Eighteen, born 9/16/1991. Native of Boise, Idaho. Married 8/1/2009 to a man named Dan. Barista by trade and former Visual Arts/Photography Major at BSU. Currently living in a semi truck and traveling the country. I enjoy knitting, the color pink, and cleaning out my finger nails.
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December 9
143 | 9.12.2009 | 1 week ago

oldhollywood: “Given the chance, what young girl wouldn’t happily exchange a plain face for a lovely one? What girl could refuse the opportunity to be beautiful? For want of a better estimate, let’s call it the year 2000. At any rate, imagine a time in the future when science has developed a means of giving everyone the face and body he dreams of. It may not happen tomorrow — but it happens now, in the Twilight Zone.” -Rod Serling, “Number 12 Looks Just Like You”, The Twilight Zone (online here) I love the Twighlight Zone. I think I’ve seen nearly every episode, multiple times. My family and I watch the marathon every year on New Year’s Eve and the following day….we always wait expectantly for “Willoughby”, it’s our favorite. Last year was different though, as this year will be because I’m in the truck. Last year instead of staying home with my family and snacking all night, watching the Twighlight Zone, and playing a night-long game of Monopoly, I got drunk with my sister and her boyfriend…it was fun for about four hours and after throwing up and passing out I woke up feeling sick as shit. No one else was up but I left and cried the entire way home, sad because I’d missed out on the last New Year’s Eve with my family (it’s my favorite holiday, I knew it would be the last one at home because I was already engaged), sad that I’d spent the gift card to Wal-mart my dad had gotten for me to buy things I needed on beer for my stupid sister and her stupid boyfriend to drink, sad that we hadn’t gotten to play Monopoly that last time….I’m depressed tonight, I’m sorry.

oldhollywood:

“Given the chance, what young girl wouldn’t happily exchange a plain face for a lovely one? What girl could refuse the opportunity to be beautiful? For want of a better estimate, let’s call it the year 2000. At any rate, imagine a time in the future when science has developed a means of giving everyone the face and body he dreams of. It may not happen tomorrow — but it happens now, in the Twilight Zone.”

-Rod Serling, “Number 12 Looks Just Like You”, The Twilight Zone (online here)


I love the Twighlight Zone. I think I’ve seen nearly every episode, multiple times. My family and I watch the marathon every year on New Year’s Eve and the following day….we always wait expectantly for “Willoughby”, it’s our favorite. Last year was different though, as this year will be because I’m in the truck. Last year instead of staying home with my family and snacking all night, watching the Twighlight Zone, and playing a night-long game of Monopoly, I got drunk with my sister and her boyfriend…it was fun for about four hours and after throwing up and passing out I woke up feeling sick as shit. No one else was up but I left and cried the entire way home, sad because I’d missed out on the last New Year’s Eve with my family (it’s my favorite holiday, I knew it would be the last one at home because I was already engaged), sad that I’d spent the gift card to Wal-mart my dad had gotten for me to buy things I needed on beer for my stupid sister and her stupid boyfriend to drink, sad that we hadn’t gotten to play Monopoly that last time….

I’m depressed tonight, I’m sorry.
December 6
74 | 6.12.2009 | 1 week ago

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(via misswallflower) Some years ago I selected one stanza of this poem to memorize, I wrote it in big letters on construction paper and taped them to ceiling above my bed. It is as follows: `Prophet!’ said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! - Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted - On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore - Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!’ Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’

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Some years ago I selected one stanza of this poem to memorize, I wrote it in big letters on construction paper and taped them to ceiling above my bed. It is as follows:

`Prophet!’ said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’

495 | 6.12.2009 | 1 week ago

quitecheeky: Candy Manor Peppermint Hot Chocolate INGREDIENTS: Whipped Cream:1 cup (8 ounces) heavy cream, chilled2 tablespoons powdered sugar1/4 teaspoon peppermint extract (recommended: Boyajian)2 tablespoons crushed peppermint candyHot Chocolate:3 ounces unsweetened chocolate, grated1 quart (32 ounces) whole milk1/3 cup (3 ounces) sugar1/3 cup (3 ounces) boiling water1 teaspoon vanilla extract1 teaspoon peppermint extract (recommended: Boyajian)Candy canes, garnish DIRECTIONS:1. To make the whipped cream: Place the cream, powdered sugar and peppermint extract in a chilled mixing bowl, and beat on high speed until soft peaks form. Use a rubber spatula to fold in the crushed candy. Refrigerate the whipped cream.2. To make the hot chocolate: Place the chocolate in a 2 1/2-quart metal mixing bowl. Place the bowl over (but not touching) a pan of simmering water. (The bowl will seem large, but you need the space to mix in the milk.) Stir the chocolate occasionally with a rubber spatula.3. In the meantime, pour the milk into a heavy-bottomed 2-quart saucepan. Whisk in the sugar and cook over medium heat, stirring occasionally, until the milk begins to simmer and bubbles form around the edge. Turn off the heat.4. When the chocolate has melted, reduce the heat so the water under the pan barely simmers. Pour the 1/3 cup of boiling water into the melted chocolate, and whisk or beat with an electric mixer until smooth. Dribble in the hot milk mixture as you whisk. When the ingredients are well incorporated, remove the bowl from the water bath, and stir in the vanilla and peppermint.5. To serve, ladle the hot chocolate into mugs, and top with a generous dollop of the whipped cream. Garnish with a candy cane. (via ezrapoundcake) I’m going to try this when I get home for Christmas vacation. A few years ago I found this excellent book, I’d tell you the name and the author but I can’t remember…it’s small and blue and all about hot chocolate. It explains the difference between real hot chocolate and cocoa and how what most American’s refer to as hot chocolate isn’t the real thing, and then has a bunch of excellent recipes. I’ve got it from the library and made real hot chocolate every year since I found it. You can only drink very small amounts because it’s so rich. I asked for it for Christmas this year, I can’t wait to make some…and take pictures, because the demitasse cups with whipped look adorable.

quitecheeky:

Candy Manor Peppermint Hot Chocolate

INGREDIENTS:

Whipped Cream:
1 cup (8 ounces) heavy cream, chilled
2 tablespoons powdered sugar
1/4 teaspoon peppermint extract (recommended: Boyajian)
2 tablespoons crushed peppermint candy

Hot Chocolate:
3 ounces unsweetened chocolate, grated
1 quart (32 ounces) whole milk
1/3 cup (3 ounces) sugar
1/3 cup (3 ounces) boiling water
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 teaspoon peppermint extract (recommended: Boyajian)
Candy canes, garnish

DIRECTIONS:
1. To make the whipped cream: Place the cream, powdered sugar and peppermint extract in a chilled mixing bowl, and beat on high speed until soft peaks form. Use a rubber spatula to fold in the crushed candy. Refrigerate the whipped cream.

2. To make the hot chocolate: Place the chocolate in a 2 1/2-quart metal mixing bowl. Place the bowl over (but not touching) a pan of simmering water. (The bowl will seem large, but you need the space to mix in the milk.) Stir the chocolate occasionally with a rubber spatula.

3. In the meantime, pour the milk into a heavy-bottomed 2-quart saucepan. Whisk in the sugar and cook over medium heat, stirring occasionally, until the milk begins to simmer and bubbles form around the edge. Turn off the heat.

4. When the chocolate has melted, reduce the heat so the water under the pan barely simmers. Pour the 1/3 cup of boiling water into the melted chocolate, and whisk or beat with an electric mixer until smooth. Dribble in the hot milk mixture as you whisk. When the ingredients are well incorporated, remove the bowl from the water bath, and stir in the vanilla and peppermint.

5. To serve, ladle the hot chocolate into mugs, and top with a generous dollop of the whipped cream. Garnish with a candy cane.

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I’m going to try this when I get home for Christmas vacation. A few years ago I found this excellent book, I’d tell you the name and the author but I can’t remember…it’s small and blue and all about hot chocolate. It explains the difference between real hot chocolate and cocoa and how what most American’s refer to as hot chocolate isn’t the real thing, and then has a bunch of excellent recipes. I’ve got it from the library and made real hot chocolate every year since I found it. You can only drink very small amounts because it’s so rich. I asked for it for Christmas this year, I can’t wait to make some…and take pictures, because the demitasse cups with whipped look adorable.

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0 | 6.12.2009 | 1 week ago

Bullshit

Today is the one year anniversary of Dan proposing, and five days ago was our four month wedding anniversary. And I’m still as ecstatic and thrilled to married to him as I was four months ago, thank-you kindly all you skeptics (who said I’d be back home with my parents in a month. Jerks.)

I’m realizing how much I hate “ex’s”, being one, having one, the entire concept of “ex’s”. No one talks about their ex’s in a good light. To your ex you’re always the bad guy, you did all the wrong things, you obviously hate them and you’re the one hung up on the past, blah blah bullshit. And to everyone they talk to about you, that person will dislike you and judge you without even knowing you. I mean, how many people’s ex’s that you’ve heard about have you honestly thought you would like? Not many.

Some people get lucky and part on good terms and remain friends. I’ve only had one ex like that but I hardly consider our former relationship even remotely serious, so it’s more like we’re just friends that I used to be childishly in love with. Other than that, only bad stuff. Going into a relationship opens you up to potential to have shit talked about you in the future, and you know that ex of yours is going to blow everything out of proportion…when they’re talking to you they’ll say how much they miss you and you were the best thing that happened to them, but then they turn around and it’s completely different.

I wish I’d never been involved with anyone but Dan. Or at very least that after he left for the army I ignored all males except for family, or joined a cloister or something. My life would be so much simpler.

I’m glad my husband is the only person I’ve slept with - some people will argue that it’s unhealthy to only sleep with one person or I’ll get bored. Well. Call me old fashioned, but I think because of that I’ve prevented plenty of excess, unnecessary drama from coming into my life. Also, I wouldn’t want it any other way.

December 5
1343 | 5.12.2009 | 1 week ago

scarymansion: hardenthefuckup: hammerito: stonymcgiver: clavicula: hasslethehoff:expecto-patronum:iwasarecord White people in Native American head dress makes me postal. I could kill them If in front of me without blinking. No problem. Um, alright, so maybe these girls look a little silly and the vector image could make a point, however it’s not considering something - the people in this picture could be part native American, ever consider that? Looking at me, you could never tell but I’m part Choctaw. Don’t be so quick to judge, folks.

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White people in Native American head dress makes me postal. I could kill them If in front of me without blinking. No problem.

Um, alright, so maybe these girls look a little silly and the vector image could make a point, however it’s not considering something - the people in this picture could be part native American, ever consider that? Looking at me, you could never tell but I’m part Choctaw. Don’t be so quick to judge, folks.

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We’re in Texas, staying in a hotel for two nights because the starter in the truck is a piece of shit. And I have beer and mashed potatoes.

We’re in Texas, staying in a hotel for two nights because the starter in the truck is a piece of shit. And I have beer and mashed potatoes.

48 | 5.12.2009 | 1 week ago

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