Summer Bucket List

-Be the most popular intern during my internship

-Go somewhere for a weekend

-Adopt cat?

-Relearn German

-Finish Twilight Princess (prob not going to happen, but…)

-Launch a podcast

-Set a new squat PR

-Drink many margaritas

-Go to the Richmond Shakespeare Festival

-Do 10 hikes


It’s short list so far but I hope to update it and cross things off as I go.

Back To My Own Ones

So it’s been a month since my last post and some things happened. I didn’t really miss anything big in April right? I spent the whole month writing papers and working on presentations but my work paid off of and I finished my semester with straight As. I’m bragging about it a lot now because, as you may remember, I struggled a lot last semester. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten all As in a semester before and until now I’ve been satisfied being a B student. But this felt nice and now I’m unwilling to compromise it.

Right now, I’m at my mom’s house in Green Mountain Falls. Being at home is nice but it’s a challenge. It turns out that when you run away from your problems, it’s a safe bet that your problems will be there when you get back anyway. I also just didn’t have much time here. I am driving back to Bloomington tomorrow and I’m going to try and one-and-done it again which my body won’t like but will be more time efficient by far.

I feel guilty because I don’t think anyone here got the time from me that they deserved. Staying in Green Mountain Falls meant that I was pretty far from all the Denver people, being here mostly during the week meant that I couldn’t see people with jobs.

The good news is that I’m on a steady diet of burritos and margaritas, I did the Incline in an impressive 4 hours (up and down, also that is not actually an impressive time), and I got some vintage dresses. Am including some great dog and mountain pictures below.

Am still looking for a part-time job in Bloomington to supplement my internship. Am looking mostly for on-campus positions because I cannot work in food or retail ever again. Am available Sat-Tuesdays. LMK what you know. Also, my roommate in Bloomington has moved out so if anyone is looking for a place and wants to sublet her room for the summer, I think we’d both appreciate it.

Guppy Guppy Veggie Puppy

Writing while procrastinating on my homework

For the past 3-4 years, I’ve been kind of a bad dog mom. It’s hard for me to admit it and I am thoroughly ashamed about it. Gertie got itchy paws and skin around the time we moved in with Beautiful Kate and little Draco and I couldn’t figure out why. I did a fair amount of internet research but there is a lot of conflicting information and there are a lot of potential reasons for her itchy feet. I soaked her feet in anti-fungal solutions and I took her to the vet to get steroid shots and I tried her on grain-free foods, chicken-free foods, wet food only, dry food only, etc and sometimes it helped but the problem always came back and poor baby was always itchy. She’d also often get an upset stomach or persistent diarrhea.

Two weeks ago I started her on a vegetarian dog food and so far the results have been positive. She sometimes licks her feet but the raw skin there is healing and her foot fur is growing back, her coat is softer and a little shinier, and her ears and skin aren’t as itchy as before. I don’t know that the problem is completely solved but I’m hope I’m on the right track.

Googie also doesn’t like eating dry food alone and vegetarian wet food by the can is pretty expensive so I have been making my own wet food for her that she seems to like. I call it “Good Girl Stew”, or as Gertie knows it “Goo Gew Stoow” and it’s mostly beans, spinach, peas, tomato, brown rice, and some other low-sugar vegetables that I threw in my slow cooker. I was careful to only pick dog-safe vegetables and the overall weekly cost is about the same as cheap wet food.

This post is not much other than me tooting my own horn and trying to openly resolve y guilt about letting Gertie be uncomfortable for so long but I’d also like to hear from anyone who had a similar experience who could offer some advice on what I can feed my girl so that she lives the rest of her life as a healthy and happy girl. I’ve heard that duck is a good alternative meat for dogs because it’s fattier and easy to digest, so now that I’ve proven to myself that I am willing to spend $50+ on dog food I’d like to hear some suggestions.


Here are some pictures of Gertie to thank you for your time:


Chubby But Otherwise Conventionally Attractive Woman Seeks Summer Employment

Hi everyone

Spring break was fine. I stayed in Bloomington for most of it and spent a lot of time in working on homework (although I didn’t actually get much work done) and used some time to get back into my hobbies. I watercolored, I figured out how to make macaron, I read some books, watched tv. It wasn’t a bad way to spend break but I did wish that I had tried to go somewhere interesting. My goal is to better budgeting and financial planning so that I an go abroad next year for my actual final spring break. I did go to Chicago with Hannah for St Patrick’s Day weekend and it was, to say the least, a worthwhile time.

A small note about Hannah: She is the world’s purest heart and a treasure to me. I have also never met a woman who farts so much with so little shame. Another small note about Hannah: She is my best friend and I trust her unquestioningly. 

A small note about Lauren: Love her too but she wasn’t there, so… 

Now that Spring Break is over it is all business until the end of the semester and it will eff me up royally. Deadlines every week, nonstop thrill ride. In addition to my coursework, I am now officially in panic mode about getting a summer internship. I have a phone interview scheduled for Monday but it’s the only one I’ve heard back from out of dozens of applications. I’m going to keep applying and networking and something will probably work out but not knowing what I’m going to be doing is terrifying me.

I also know that even with an internship, I’ll probably have to work more than full time to afford my bills over the summer months so I’m looking for summer employment in Bloomington so if anyone has any leads, referrals or suggestions, please send them my way.

I probably won’t be writing that much between now and summer break but I’ll still update my book list and little updates as they come up.

Peace and Blessings,

Here are some pictures of my spring break:

My Police Ride Along

For my Management of Local Government Services class, I had to go on a police ride along and write a report about it. The course is meant to give future city/public managers a generalists’s understanding of what specialists do within local government, so in addition to the ride along we will tour a public works facility and we have panels of experts come to class.

I scheduled my ride along with the Bloomington Police Department because I was not going to put in any more effort than what was necessary to complete the assignment and I did my ride along yesterday with a fairly young patrol officer who has been on the force for 2-3 years.

I added some truly hilarious snaps to my story as it was happening but throughout the day I was getting really negative responses about me even being in a car with a cop. One of the responses insinuated that I am supporting police brutality by doing a ride along. So that was pretty fucked up.

As we started the ride along, I noticed some people tense up as we passed by and some other people would wave. We went on 5 calls, one was a response to domestic violence, three were wellness checks on individuals with histories of mental illness, and the last one was for a hit and run accident. We got called to a front-lawn fight and I got to ride with the lights and sirens on but then they called it off about halfway there so I just went home after that. We also did pull over one driver with expired tags, the officer gave him a warning and he promised to get the new ones that week. After that, the officer explained to me that the mayor implemented a new process after traffic stops that requires the officers to record demographic info of whoever they pulled over, including race, sex, and gender.

I didn’t think I would be taking a side by going on the ride along. First of all, it was for a class assignment. Second, my future career demands understanding of what police do and what they deal with as  well as understanding of citizens’ perspectives of the police. And like, how are we ever going to stop police from shooting black people if we don’t have conversations and talk to both sides about what’s happening. People on both sides are terrified and I want to know how much of that fear comes from ignorance and work on creating dialogues that lead to better understanding. Obv I am a white woman and I can never truly get what it’s like to live in fear of law enforcement but in 1.5 years I might be in a position where I can do something to help and I want to do that.

When I finish my report on my ride along, am happy to share it. I just wanted to but this up now to share my immediate thoughts.




Why I Went Back to Church

.It’s been about two and a half to three years since I stopped going to church. Many of you remember because I wrote a relatively explosive blog post about it and some of you tried to convert me. But I said then and I still say that if I’m going to be any religion I’m going to be Catholic.

The reasons I stopped going to church are the reasons I’m hesitant to start going back. I didn’t stop going easily and it took a lot of consideration and I’ve applied the same thinking to my potential return. There are just so many things I know to be true that conflict with what the church teaches and I don’t know that they’ll ever be reconciled. As a refresher, this is a brief list of my intransigent beliefs:

Women are sovereigns of their bodies and can do whatever they want with them.

God doesn’t care about my voluntary sterility or sexual life or anyone else’s unless it harms another person.*

Gay people should be able to get married and have kids and experience all the same joys and woes of life that straight couples do.

Transpeople are whatever gender they are and if they want to go to church they should be unquestioningly accepted and welcomed and Catholics should make an effort to understand what it means to be transgender instead of choosing ignorance.

Women should be priests and be involved in all levels of decision making throughout the entire church hierarchy. The church needs women at the top to advocate for women and women have been silenced in the church for far too long. 

Of course I’m expecting backlash from this list. Inevitably, someone will slide into my DMs to let me know that this is heretical, that I can’t be a Catholic if I don’t subscribe 100% to Church doctrine, etc etc. I will preempt you by flipping you a giant bird and asking who elected you to Catholicism gatekeeper. You can’t tell me what to do. I haven’t been excommunicated. The church has historically not been opposed to change and people who ask questions, get loud, and who get passionate also are the ones that make change happen. And I will drop a truly careless amount of expletives. So just don’t do it. Let me work on my own journey and then we’ll both die and it won’t matter. Also, faith isn’t a zero-sum game. One person being right doesn’t mean the other is wrong. Also right and wrong don’t actually exist. How ridiculous is it to assume that all religion relies on this binary system wherein there is an ultimate right and ultimate wrong and our whole existence depends on circumstances beyond our control?

My other reason for posting this is to explain why I did go back to church today.

It’s very cliche to say that there has been something missing in my life and I don’t know that I actually do feel that way, but I missed the sense of community that I had when I went to church. It’s something that connected me to a community outside of school and work. As much as I like SPEA, it’s been socially stifling to me. I’m happy with my group of friends but there isn’t anyone else left to meet there. Also I spend 75% of my time in that goddamn building anyway and I want to be somewhere else sometimes.

Also growing up Catholic was a significant part (if not the most significant part) of my upbringing and I kind of miss it.

So I’m just going to see how it goes for me for the next few weeks and see if I keep wanting to go and if I don’t then I don’t and if I do I’ll go. I’m not going to make it a big deal right now.

*Harm here can mean many things to many people. People may argue that sex outside of marriage is spiritually harmful, harmful to one’s self image or self value, or harmful for physical reasons, or emotionally harmful. I think of harm as in harm that people control.

I love the Olympics

Thinking about the Olympics is one of the things guaranteed to make me cry every time. It’s kind of funny because of how much I hate sports, but also the Olympics is so much more than sports. There is pageantry, theater, and drama.  People are being self-actualized all over the damn place and everyone is sharing in this experience that makes us all remember the the world is the biggest small place in the universe. There is a universal language shared between the parents of Olympians who watched their children pick up a skill and master it, and who now get to watch them compete for international recognition and praise.

The other thing for me is that the athletes aren’t all untouchable pros that make millions every year. A lot of them are people from your hometown. You have mutual friends with them on Facebook and when they come home there are signs on doors welcoming them back. 31 of the 242 American Olympians are from Colorado, which is the most of all the states. It’s not surprising because of how winter-sport heavy Colorado is but that just makes the winter Olympics even more meaningful for me. Nicole Hensley is the goalie for the women’s ice hockey team. She’s 24, she grew up in Lakewood. She’s the best goalie in America and we have two mutual friends. I don’t get that experience when I watch NHL.

My other favorite part is seeing athletes from smaller countries. I like when Americans win medals but also we all know that American athletes have broad resources at their disposal to train and prepare, as well as athletes from other wealthy and developed countries. I’m always going to think of Eric Moussambani Malonga, the swimmer from Equatorial Guinea  in the 2000 Summer Olympics, who had practiced in a lake and a 12m hotel pool. Yes, he was the slowest swimmer by a pretty large margin but he still made it to the Olympics and he did his best. I know that the media needs to focus their attentions on their home countries but I think those kind of stories add context and depth to the competition. It’s not about who wins medals, it’s about who is there and how they got there.

I’m trying to figure out how to make my tv play more things than just PBS. I know I pay for tv with comcast but I don’t know how to set it up and the internet won’t tell me so if you know the secret hmu. Until then I’m watching all the bootleg clips.

Quick Life Update

I realized today that the last real post from me was from last December so I wanted to publish a quick note on the end of 2017 and January.

I left Colorado on the 29th so I’d have a some alone time before school started. I love alone time. I didn’t have any responsibilities or obligations so I just lived aimlessly for a week. I played a lot of Mario. Mario in all forms. I also made limited progress in Twilight Princess (a game I started around the same time I started this blog if that puts it into perspective) and quickly became frustrated. I am now in the Lakebed Temple and I can’t find the goddamn key to get past the revolving staircase room so I gave up again. Will revisit in 2019. I also picked up watercolor painting and I enjoy it. I’ve putzed around with acrylics for years so it’s been fun to do something different. Am still limited to flowers and Gerties but maybe someday I can learn something different.

My semester started strong. I got really into setting up my OneNote for the semester and now I think I could probably make a career out of setting up OneNotes. I felt really great about the first couple weeks; I was staying on top of the readings and participating but now that I’m well into the semester my work ethic has slipped a little bit. Is okay, will get better. Work harder, do better.

My New Years resolution this year was to develop my poise and to try to live elegantly. I was doing really well and felt great until school started and I defaulted into being uncultured swine again; however, my posture is better, my apartment is cleaner and more tastefully decorated, I no longer eat my meals standing up or in front of a screen, and I don’t wear my jammie jams when I am not sleeping. I also read The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up by Marie Kondo and DO RECOMMEND. It’s the same one Emily Gilmore read in A Year in the Life and it helped me to throw out or donate 3 trash bags of stuff. My work isn’t done, but I feel so much more joy when I come home to my apartment. I didn’t realize what kind of toll that stuff was taking on me. Like, there was always some small degree of guilt I had when I saw my unpacked boxes or a shirt I never wore and when they were gone I felt physically lighter.

The purging process is ongoing but I’m trying to stay on top of it. I need to get through my shame-closet, the closet in which I keep the things that bring me shame. Not that they’re embarrassing, it’s just a big mess of belongings that don’t have a spot so I hide them.

In other news, I got a new pair of sneakers as a treat to myself and also upgraded my phone because I got really tired of the blurry pictures and the slowness. I hate that I did it and gave into the machine but also I’m happy to have a phone that works. Also when I got it I blindly trusted that my contacts all transferred but then found out later that I lost all contacts made after June 2017. Love that, because every time I get a text from an unfamiliar number I try to reply with vague responses until I get enough clues to figure out who it is. I love a good mystery!

In terms of mental health, I’m proud to say I’m still sitting at the stable table. I felt the familiar ghosts of anxiety and depression around the start of the year but I’m fortunate to have a great network of friends and resources to keep me out of the big d-hole.*

Anyway, thanks for reading! I’ll keep updating whenever I’m inspired to do so. Also, thanks to everyone who comments and sends emails. Baby love that correspondence.

Stay Golden

Enjoy those selfies from the past couple months


Books I’ve Read 2018

I started 2018 strong with some self-improvement books and then suddenly all I wanted to do was read Margaret Atwood. So much Margaret. I’ve decided to try and read more fiction this year as a replacement for tv. Hit me up with some reccies if you want.

1491 Charles C Mann
A Feast for Crows* George RR Martin
A Game of Thrones* George RR Martin
At Home with Madame Chic Jennifer L Scott
Catherine the Great Robert C Massie
Cat’s Eye Margaret Atwood
Code Girls Liza Mundy
Fire and Furt Michael Wolff
Hidden Figures Margot Lee Shetterly
In Our Time Ernest Hemingway
MaddAddam Margaret Atwood
Oryx and Crake Margaret Atwood
Polish Your Poise Jennifer L Scott
Sex Object Jessica Valenti
The Grownup* Gillian Flynn
The Heart Goes Last Margaret Atwood
The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up Marie Kondo
The Robber Bride Margaret Atwood
The Winter of Our Discontent John Steinbeck
The Year of the Flood Margaret Atwood
Uncommon Type Tom Hanks
What Happened Hillary Rodham Clinton

Home in ColoRADo

I’ve been back home in Colorado since Sunday. I left Bloomington at around 4pm on Saturday and just drove Gertie and I all night on I-70 and arrived at my cousin’s around 8am. The drive was without incident but my body is still in pain from sitting for so long. In case anyone was wondering (and I know you are because it’s the #2 question people as when they see my car), Gertie fits in the passenger seat just fine. I put my suitcase in the legspace and she’s able to curl up and sleep. She is a very good girl.

As much as I like being home, there’s a sort of alien feeling to it. Life here moved on without me and everything is mostly the same but with tiny changes that remind me that my place isn’t here anymore. I love staying with my generous and beautiful cousin and her wonderful husband, but it’s not my home. I enjoy seeing my friends, but now there’s a distance because our lives are so different now.

There’s also a part of me that doesn’t want to see people (despite desperately wanting to see them) because I don’t want to talk about grad school. I feel like I left with such high hopes and expectations for myself and I was so confident that I would do well and everyone was so encouraging and I felt like people had so much faith in me and that I wouldn’t let them down. Part of me is afraid that they want to hear how I’ve been killing it in grad school and living up to my own hype.
The truth is that my first semester of grad school truly and thoroughly kicked my ass. It wrecked all of my inflated self perceptions and made me confront the reality that I am not as smart as I thought I was, I’m not tough, and I’m not special. In fact, as I was writing that I started crying in Einstein’s which is the angel on top of my mediocrity tree. Grad school has brought out every one of my insecurities and pooped on them. But no one wants to hear about that and I don’t want to talk about it. But I also don’t want to pretend that it hasn’t been the hardest semester of my life by far and that I’m terrified that I’m in over my head, that I won’t be able to complete my degree, and that I’m wasting tens of thousands of dollars for something that is unattainable for me.

Also, travel constipation is my reality and I keep stress eating everything and bloating up and nothing is coming out. I’m going to head to King Soopers and get stuff to assemble a fiber-lactose cocktail that will blast out my body tubes. SO I’VE BEEN COMPLAINING to a select audience recently that I’m not excited for the next Pitch Perfect movie to come out because people compare me to Fat Amy a lot and it’s really unflattering. Not because Rebel Wilson is unattractive or her character is not hilarious, but because it’s an image I don’t care to represent. There is a big disconnect between what I say and what I think I’m saying and I’m beginning to realize that the stricken-through text is the kind of material where people might create a comparison between what I say and what Fat Amy might say. I can see it, even if I don’t agree. I’m a chronic oversharer, I’m working on it, I will be better. But also this acknowledgement DOES NOT mean I welcome comparisons to Fat Amy and for the love of Christ if you call me Fat Keke it will hurt me irreversibly and I will remove you from my life. Not kidding, it has happened before. I’m a very soft marshmallow baby and I can take a lot but I can’t take that.

Right now I’m working on my resume to send out for internships. I’ve got my eye on one particular internship in the Indiana Housing & Community Development Authority and the application is due on the 25th. I don’t even know where to start with my resume. I’m basically starting from scratch because my most recent resume was from my job search to enter the glamorous life of an administrative assistant. So if anyone wants to shoot me a template or something, much obliged.

I will be in Colorado for another week and back in Indiana on the 30th. If you want to see me, you have to pay for my lunch because I’ve got $80 in my bank account that has to get me until my final payday and spring semester loan dispersal.

Also here are some nice Colorado pictures that I’ve taken with my shitty phone camera.

The Macky Auditorium at CU Boulder
Main Street, Littleton