To Do Lists

1. Sanitize the house post Food Poisoning Apocalypse 2011.

2. Be photographed in the new pair of stunning boots my mother gave me as an early birthday/sympathy gift for surviving Food Poisoning Apocalypse 2011.

3. Repress all memories of Food Poisoning Apocalypse 2011.

4. Throw away everything in the fridge more than 5 days old. Yes, even the ketchup.

5. Dan says I can't throw away the ketchup, or the mustard. but he insists I get rid of the Vegan Mayo. 

6. That is just like a man.

7. Build a bench in the kitchen to go under the window and run along the dining room table.

8. Squeal with delight after completing #7.

9. Somehow convince people to start coming to our front door instead of our kitchen door.  This could take

10. Find someone to sell me a high fire kiln for a fraction of what it's worth, so I can open the coolest etsy store ever. (so cool that if it's not on the front page of Etsy every day, Kanye West will defy your firewall and appear as a pop-up and say "Imma let you finish, but Lorraine had one of the best Etsy Stores OF ALL TIME."

11. Buy the new Kanye/Jay Z album.  It's the least I can do for Kanye defending me like that.

12. Take Dan to the Waves of Mu Show at the U in the next two weeks, because I think that should probably sufficiently freak him out about pop art for the next 2-3 months until we go to New York.

13. Finish posting about the house. It's something I'm eager to do, but also anxious to do, because every room in the house is still so much a work in progress.  But you deserve more, dear readers, you really do.

14. Stop getting so angry about politics and instead read ONLY the wedding section of the New York Times.

15. Go to one Yoga Class. That's all.

16. Find someone who will let me smell their horse. I don't need a ride, just a whiff will do. That should get rid of the shakes for a week, at least.

17. Post my Zion pictures. I swear, I'm going to.

18. Thank my readers for reading.  Thank you for reading!!! Your comments and even non-commenting stalking positively makes my day.

One down, 17 to go!



After spending nearly an entire week away from work, boredly skimming hours of TV, knitting, reading, coughing, making homemade soup and smoothies, sniffling, doodling, medicating, and sleeping, the Jacksons are finally back to work. We also got into the game Skip-Bo, which I was really excited about, until Dan defeated me twice in games much closer than the Utah v. BYU game Saturday night. (I have to say it like that, because it's the only I can feely okay about it. Yes, I am 5, and yes, that's why Evanses don't play many games. We are not now, and will probably never be mature enough to lose gracefully.) Go Utes.

We also got to know our adolescent kitten much better, which is wonderful, because after spending almost a straight week with him, I am fully relieved to know that he is NOT a normal cat as I have feared, and full of weird cat neuroses as I had hoped.  For example, Jeoffrey ONLY drinks the purest of pure waters, preferably from containers made for humans.  Even when I wash his water bowl, fill it with clean water, and set it out for him, he will take a couple pitiful pitter pattering licks of it before turning up his nose and returning to his previous obsession with Dan's orange plastic State Fair Cup on his nightstand, which enrages my beloved to a point of hilarity I cannot express here. Occassionally, he can be appeased by my new morning ritual of filling a tiny mexican ceramic bowl at the bathroom sink, and letting him drink there while I "make myself up for the day".

The cat loves animals on television, and cartoons. he is obsessed with the cursor arrow on my laptop, he comes when he's called, and he absolutely ADORES fetch.  He will bring you a catnip mouse and wag his tail until you throw it.  If you should fail to notice that there is a catnip mouse, he will proceed to bring you the feather toy, the teddy bear, and if truly desperate every one of the scrunchies from my hair drawer until you notice, and then you WILL be expected to throw each and every one of them.  He snores when he naps, and he almost always sleeps with his feet in the air, belly exposed, and delicate white paws curled. His favorite morning pastime is to crawl behind the window slats in the bathroom and watch our neighbors hens which feed on our backyard worms every morning.

What I think this means is that we will never have a need for a dog.

Ahh work, why must you pull me from my boys??



Before and After: The Office.

I decided to start my very ceremonious and official tour of our new house in the office, mostly because it's the cleanest right now, and because it just happened to have good light coming in the same time that I actually had my camera charged. That's fate, y'all.

For some reason the only pictures I have of the office before the update was the ones from the realtor.  The realtor made it look much better than it actually was. there were giant burnt holes in the carpet, the brown paint was washy and cheap and sad and, like the whole house, it had a thick film of dirt and grime from the former tenants. 


the desk I've had since I was young, our art supplies, Dan's guitar, a fraction of the books (including my Utonians!)

Dan's records, the non-fiction books.  Do you like the wall color? I hope so. You'll be seeing it in 2 more rooms! Also, this is probably the best shot of the original pine floors, which are painted white now, but someday when we win the non-existent Utah Lottery, we will refinish them to their 1895 glory.

The pine doors and handles are original to the house. Hand planked mormon pine, specific to the 1890s. The photography above the computer was my father's gift to us.

The "shrine" haha!  These are probably worthy of their own blog post someday, but sufficeth to say that they are souvinirs from being present at Pres. Obama's inauguration. (and yes, that black power painting was purchased from a street vendor in DC and is hilariously awesome.)

Some of our favorite old books and precious gifts from friends.

the original door framing, and one of the paintings my mom and dad made for Sundance Catalog back in the 90's. Fish paintings are so en vogue now.

the middle shelf is where I keep some of my favorite and oft-referenced literature.

My yarn finally has a pretty place to live! (for better or worse, the cat only likes the yarn when I'm knitting it.)

That's part one, can't wait to show you many more of our humble new-old abode!


A Thief in the Night

Last night Dan and I got to go to an impromptu outdoor concert at Red Butte Garden for the band Thievery Corporation. They're sort of an electric/lounge/reggae group from DC, and I really enjoyed the vibe and variety of their show, but I also enjoyed that the whole thing was free, a bonus to the picture of life, because I didn't feel obligated to participate in the show in any particular way.  I didn't feel like I "had to get my money's worth."  I just took what I liked, did as I pleased, clapped when it was deserved.  After dancing around like a fool much to the giddy embarrassment of Dan, we just sat down and let the people dance around us, while we looked up and talked about the stars.  In the muffling of dancing bodies around our little blanket planet, you could almost forget where you were, and just enjoy being on earth on a summer night. It was a rather perfect moment.

The only question I have to add to this is, Why do we get so excited when bands say the name of our city?  "I'M FROM THERE! YEEEAH!"  or "HE'S TALKING TO ME, BECAUSE WE ARE ALL SALT LAKE CITY!" or perhaps "I HAVE ALSO BEEN TO THAT PLACE THAT YOU MENTION!"  either way, it created quite a joyous kerfuffle last night. multiple times. I didn't mind.