If you’ve been following my Twitter updates over there to the side, you’ve probably noticed me mentioning the Big Ugly Autumn Wreath, which was my brilliant marketing plan to add a little curb appeal to my apartment.

Here it is, in all its glory:

The lighting is a little weird because I swung the door all the way open into my apartment to take a picture. I’m comfortable being known to my neighbors as That Girl Who Put Up That Big Ugly Autumn Wreath, but I sure don’t want to be That Girl Who Put Up That Big Ugly Autumn Wreath And Then Took Pictures Of It With Her Giant Camera.

This evening I realized that I hadn’t eaten anything all day and a quick scan of the pantry showed that I had some things I wanted to get rid of. I decided that I desperately wanted nachos.

This necessitated a trip to Wal Mart, wherein I spent approximately a fortnight searching for Velveeta because
1) I’ve never bought Velveeta in my life,
2) I’m pretty sure no one I know has ever bought Velveeta in my presence,
3) Ok, I get that it isn’t ACTUALLY cheese, but could we just pretend it is and put it with the rest of the cheese instead of sticking it over by the rice cakes? Honestly.

This recipe is neither original nor particularly innovative, but hey, it’s tasty.

Here’s what you need:
Tortilla chips,
Cheese (Velveeta if you’ve never really had it and are dying to try it, something better if you are wise.)
Ground beef,
Banana Peppers you’ve had in the fridge for a long time,
Chili beans that have been in the cupboard since you started renting the apartment, along with the…
Diced tomatoes

Not Pictured:
Taco Sauce and seasonings

1) Put the ground beef in a pan and brown it, adding several dashes of taco sauce, black pepper, red pepper and garlic salt. The taco sauce and pepper was added because both my banana peppers and my chili beans were of the mild variety (hence why I haven’t used the, no doubt). The garlic salt was added because, given my bloodlines, I don’t think I’m physically capable of cooking without using garlic salt.
2) Add some more taco sauce just in case.
3) When the beef is sufficiently browned, drain the grease and throw in the tomatoes and chili beans, stirring it all up.
4) When an arbitrary about of time has passed, put about half the container of Velveeta in. More if you want it cheesier, less if you want it less cheesy (are you following my logic? I know it’s tricky and all, but try to keep up.)

When everything looks like it’s mixed up, take it off the heat. Spoon it onto the chips while hot if you like soggy ships (like I do), or wait until it cools down if you want crispy chips. It will thicken as it cools (like custard! Delicious cheesey bean custard).

Doesn’t that look good? No? Ok, I know, it actually looks kind of terrible. But it was delicious.

But then again, I was hungry enough at that point that I would have sauteed up a weasel in some butter and garlic salt.

Hey, that gives me an idea for the next edition of…

La Cocina De Kalin

I was driving home on Friday and mulling over the future. More specifically, I was worrying over how the heck I’m going to get started in the cattle world after I graduate. Land seems to be particularly expensive in the area around home. Given the fact I’ll be working for my dad, I have to stay within a reasonable radius of the office location.

Besides that, I love the area I grew up in and I WANT to live there.

I don’t so much love that most farm land seems to be going for just under $8,000/acre.

So there I was, wondering how the heck I was going to pull this off when I looked over and saw this:

Is that a good omen or what?

I just hope it isn’t implying that black cattle are the way to go, because I’m not listening to that part.

Tell me about a time in your life when you received the right sign at the right time.

I’m looking forward to heading home this weekend and seeing all three of these awkward fellows.


Bradley trying to regain composure while heaving himself up after a roll.


This is kind of Olio’s smile. I say “kind of” because he was faking it. You can sort of see one corner of his mouth all wrinkled up. That’s how he smiles, and sometimes he smiles because he knows that what I want him to do and not because he’s actually happy.


Santana doing… something.

This sums up one of the most prevalent horse show emotions: anticipation.

I shot this picture (discreetly, hence the large metal railing pole in the way) right after they’d closed the ingate to a big class. Everyone — trainers, friends, family, workers — at the ingate stops what they’re doing to peek over and see how the class is running, how their favorite is doing and how it will be tied.

We all remember this entry, right? Where some anonymous trickster took a pro-Hereford statement of Doc’s out of context and put it on a poster? Yes, we remember.

I walked into my animal nutrition class the other day a minute late and was just getting settled into my seat as Doc discussed the upcoming test.

“This one’s known to be tough,” he said. No doubt referring to the myriad of chemical processes and relationship we need to know. “People have a really hard time with it. So I was going to take it easy on you, but then I saw THIS on my door,” and he whipped out the poster. He continued on to explain how terrible the test was going to be, and how organic chemistry, a notoriously painful class, would seem like a walk in the park in comparison.

Doc’s motto of “I don’t get mad, I get even,” suddenly popped into my head, along with the fact that he never followed through on his threats after Operation: Shetland Valentine.

Perhaps I should have waited until after the test to make the poster.

So now I’m studying for this exam, and wishing for useful things like Glycolysis for Dummies. But hey, I did just learn after my entire college career that it is actually the Krebs Cycle and not the Kreps Cycle as I’d always believed. This test is going to go well, I can feel it!

I’ve been enjoying grooving to this song lately.

My favorite part is when Willie sings, “The bastards hung me in the spring of ‘25.” Because honestly, if you were killed via hangman’s noose, wouldn’t you be a little PO’ed about it?

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