So, I tried making an Indian dish. And (suprisingly) it didn’t turn out half bad.

23 Orange. I wonder how old these airstream-style busses really are.

Melted snowman cookies. My mom baked them, frosted them, and individually attached all their smushy marshmallow heads. I’m just helping decorate.

Being home is awesome.

Melted snowman cookies. My mom baked them, frosted them, and individually attached all their smushy marshmallow heads. I’m just helping decorate.

Being home is awesome.

Childhood jewelry box. 

Contents:

Things that are beaded, plastic, or otherwise gaudy. 

Things that are broken.

Necklaces with butterflies, dragonflies, or other winged insects (it was kind of my thing…for some reason).

Things that are old enough to possibly be considered retro-cool.

1,000,000 hair bands and clips (not pictured) — some of which are broken. 

Oversized hair accessories from my dancing days. 

A rare treasure: The birthstone ring on the left, from my grandmother, was a prized possession of my youth. Surprisingly, it still fits my pinky. I’m debating whether I should wear it again, or leave it in that special childhood place. 

Such are the joys of being home. 

Look at these adorable kitties. 

This post is part analytics experiment, part plea. If any of my friends are considering adopting a cat, I know of a few in need of a home. 

They came to my parents by way of the Animal Rescue League of Iowa’s Summer Cat Getaway program, but summer is long gone.

We think it’s because of their age - both are 5 or 6 years old, which I guess is quite old for cats up for adoption. However, I can vouch for their friendliness, playfulness and all-around lack of cantankerousness. I’d adopt one myself if my landlord didn’t consider cat ownership a $30 per month offense. 

Plus, they’re darn cute. 

Yep. Action shot of frosting.

Red velvet cake is one of the most treasured (and tasty) Trenkle/Binder family traditions. You know it’s a pretty special occasion when those delicious layers make an appearance.

This time, it’s because today is Thanksgiving and tomorrow is my dad’s 50th birthday. 

So many good things. So much to be thankful for.

This is what pure procrastination looks like. 

Sweet, delicious procrastination.