The Walking Dead: The Game

I still remember sitting down Christmas morning to start this game I had never heard of. Capt Chaos picked this up for me on a whim for a last minute gift idea. I am still reeling from playing this game months ago.

Do not let yourself be fooled by other survival horror RPGs. This one is simply different.

Why you ask? Because it’s you. Your actions, your emotions… everything. This game has won several Game of the Year awards for a reason. You don’t even have to be a fan of the show to enjoy this little diddy. Don’t miss out on this experience. Just be prepared to feel. Because this is YOU reacting in the wake of the zombie apocalypse. And things get personal.

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Movie Madness!

Movie Madness!

Walking away from this, I wanted to better myself and found myself smiling. A LOT. Also… hit up your favorite sushi place after and sit at the bar to watch the chefs. They are truly artists.

I rate this: YUM! in the sense that it inspires life and your taste buds.

Going to Disneyland for 11 minutes and 30 seconds… be back shortly!

Going to Disneyland for 11 minutes and 30 seconds… be back shortly!

Not only is going to Disneyland a huge part of my childhood summers, but I am an extremely nostalgic kind of girl. I have not been in nearly 10 years, but it’s always been a bond to my happiness I simply cannot explain. So when I’m feeling retro, sentimental, or just down right youthful… I go to Disneyland… and ride every ride or just walk around. People are great about documenting their experiences and I get to live vicariously through them. It ties me over until the dry spell ends and I get to shout “I’M GOING TO DISNEYLAND” with bags in hand… 

Sexy-Spicy-15-minute-Fa-jit-ahhs

More often than not, I feel there are not enough hours in the day. I also could consume Mexican cuisine almost all the time. For those days, my brain shouts “FAJITAS!” Quick, easy, and yummy to the tummy…

This recipe yields dinner for 4. I like mine on the spicy side, but if that doesn’t suite your fancy, just leave out the crushed red pepper and jalapenos.

The goods:

2 large chicken breasts (whoo!whoo!), tortillas, 1 large onion, 2 small jalapenos, 1 medium green bell pepper, 1 medium red bell pepper, 3 tablespoons extra virgin olive oil, 3 tablespoons of cumin, 1 1/2 tablespoons of chili powder, 1 1/2 tablespoons of crushed red pepper, sour cream.*

The work:

Place your basic frying pan on the stove top and add olive oil. Turn heat to medium-low and let oil start to warm up. Cut bell peppers length wise and and jalapenos into thin coins, and set aside in bowl. Cut onion into strips (as in do not chop or dice! this should be fairly easy and tear free. just cut both ends off the onion, pull the skin off, and cut down into it from the top 4 times like you would a pizza) then set aside. On clean produce free cutting board, cut breasts into strips. Add chicken to pan and turn up to medium heat. When chicken loses the pink coloration, add onions and bell peppers (if the chicken is still pink after 5 minutes of being in the pan by itself, turn up the heat a couple notches). After 5 minutes of sauteing the onion and peppers with the chicken, add all spices and mix in. Turn up heat to medium high and cook another 5 minutes.

Le voila! Yumminess!

Spoon as much in as your tortilla can hold and add hot sauce if you’d like (I gob on Tapatio because I’m addicted to the stuff…)

*The sour cream is totally optional, it just simmers down the spiciness.

Enjoy. You just made a delish dish! See how fast that was, Chef?!

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Bigger creatures looking out for smaller creatures

Our coastal trip involving Trinidad was perfect. Though grey and misty, there is something very magical about being able to look out across the ocean. This trip was complete with beach combing, soup eating, and tide pooling.

One very surprising event occurred while out frolicking near the water. We found an injured seal pup nestled towards the end of the beach.

Capt Chaos and I looked at eachother, both knowing something had to be done. We walked back towards more popular areas and he flagged down someone who seemed to be local and told her of our findings. She recommended calling a little place called North Coast Marine Mammal Center, but didn’t know the number and started walking the other way with her canine companion. I tracked it down with my spotty cell phone reception and called. I told them where we were, also letting them know we suspected it might be injured due to it dragging one of it’s front flippers. Apparently, they had received a call from  other beach-goers a couple days prior regarding this poor little thing, but could not pinpoint it’s location, and the folks at the center were under the impression it was getting swept up with the tide and going beach to beach, adrift from it’s mother. They were surprised to hear it was still surviving.

We left for the old homestead and over the next few days I checked in with the center, but no word.

After our fourth day of being home, they finally called to let us know they had picked up the seal pup, and it was indeed injured. It was also malnourished and there was evidence of dog attacks. They told us they were going to keep it until the injuries healed and it was healthy again.

After a couple months, Ollie was fat and happy. The people at NMMC did an incredible job.

She was released September 9th, 2012.

(See link below)

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The people who work/volunteer at NMMC are beyond words wonderful. Watch Ollie’s release here: https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=10151035319435965&set=vb.151802560964&type=2&theater

Calling Collings

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Collings Mountain, Applegate, Southern Oregon

It was one of those days yesterday. The weather was warm. Spring was palpable. The breezes were cool. We had to get out of the house!

This beautiful tramp we went on was wet, mossy, and wonderful!! We went a few miles up before we reached a beautiful clearing towards the top, within view of the still snow-kissed tips of the Red Buttes. There was nothing else in that moment to do other than cartwheels (literally)!

My favorite part? On the way back down, Captain Chaos and I cut right (instead of heading back to the car) up a short trail to………………….

JUST A BOOBY TRAP… FOR MR. FOOT.

It was built long, long ago to snare “Big” to disprove the myth. But it’s true use has yet to be rendered. It was still quite amazing though! I like to imagine he was secretly inhabiting the structure, channelling his inner Banksy.

Later, as I lay in a daydream about the “Harry and the Hendersons” star, I found myself needing to watch that famous film of him trekking through a forested area. So I did. And I thought to myself, who better to use the word “swag” these days…

That stroll is saucy.

The 20’s

What a difficult decade. Finding out who you are and what you’re supposed to be seems nearly impossible! Experience after experience has me at a fork in the road each time.

Of the six years I have so far encountered during this decade, there has been one thing I have learned forthrightly. Never let yourself succumb to a position in which you (the REAL you) doesn’t exist anymore. It’s all you have to go off of. And if it’s something you let go of, get ready to spin in circles. You will soon want off that ride…

That being said, I made a change. In fact, that change began last monday. I’ve spent all week contemplating what I am going to do with the rest of my life. When I heard the lyric quote from Bob Dylan’s “It’s alright, Ma”… it all made sense. Mr. Dylan sings “Plays wasted words, prove to warn, that he not busy being born is busy dying”.

So I’m going to get born busy..

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