PS Hates Squirrels...

And I've decided to become one...ish.

I'm home sick from work today.  Poor PS didn't get her walk.  Last night I had a sore throat. This morning I had a raging head cold. Because my mom isn't here to do it for me, I went to the store and got some supplies.  Cold meds, tissues (both plain and lotion), cough drops, and the crucial Sprite-like beverage.  I chose an organic look-alike but it is serving its purpose quite well.  For those of you who don't know, Sprite is the sick drink.  I can only drink it when I am sick.  I will pause to blame my Mom for this (always blame the mother).  She only gave us Sprite when we were sick and now if I try to drink it when I am well, it makes me feel sick.  

Whenever I stay home, I get these little glimpses into PS's life alone in the apartment.  Mostly I picture her sleeping and occasionally getting up to inspect the recycle bin or destuff a toy.  Today, I see that there is a battle going on.  I have determined that my upstairs neighbor feeds the squirrels who have nests in the trees across from my porch.  One day I saw one with a cookie in its mouth.  Now you all know that I love animals.  I always have and now I don't even eat them or anything that they produced, so this may seem strange.  I think wild animals should not be fed, especially things like cookies.  They need to feed themselves.  The person living above me may not be there next year and now the squirrels are conditioned to gobble cookies from her balcony.  Another problem, is that they squirrels are constantly on her balcony and my porch.  This is a problem because they torment my favorite doggie, PS.  She was inconsolable when they were running around above her head, those pesky squirrels!  I brought her in from the porch because I thought she might rip down the chicken wire, which is the only thing that is stopping her from running out into the trees.  As I sit here typing this, she is just sitting, behind the window glass, willing the squirrels to drop dead.  

I'm babbling on about illness and The Great Squirrel War of 2013 because I'm a little nervous to tell you the real news.  Here goes.  I am going to thru hike the Arizona Trail.  I'm putting it out there in the hopes that someone will actually hold me to it.  I feel confident in my determination, but also scared that I will chicken out and be called flaky.  I'm thinking the earliest I would do it is spring of 2015, but most likely it will be sometime in 2016.  I fully intend to guilt all my AZ friends into supporting my effort with resupply and hiking company on some passages. :)  I'm not above begging.  I feel like my greatest difficulty in just getting started will be my total dependence on PS.  Leaving her for any amount of time is stressful for me, but I have time to figure that out.  In the meantime, I am going to detail a fitness schedule and clean up my eating.  I need to drop some serious lbs for the health of my knees and, well, just health in general before I can take on such challenge.  

So, here's to squirrels and long trails.

Bonus: PS yawns

Road trips are boring for pups.

New Traditions

So, it is not even Thanksgiving yet, but y'all know that I LOVE Christmas.  It is never too early.  There are only a few years in my adult life that I have been able to resist setting up my Christmas tree before Thanksgiving.  Honestly, I would prefer to have it up at Halloween.

This year my Christmas obsession is being fed by The Pintester.  I am participating in the latest installment of The Pintester Movement.

CHRISTMAS ORNAMENTS! I LIKE YELLING!!

Here's the deal.  Find an ornament on Pinterest.  Make it. Blog about it.  Follow the instructions here. Done.

Now for my ornament(s).  Back in the summer my friend told me the very exciting news that she is pregnant. I am so thrilled!  I am borderline obsessed.  I almost immediately started looking for craft ideas.  Lots of onsies, blankets, and booties.  I also ran across this:

I bought a pack of four frosted ornaments and some paint pens and shamelessly copied this pic.  The Pinterest Pin didn't link to anything but a google image (super annoying btw).  My friend isn't really a dress wearing kinda gal so I modified the design a bit.  I think it worked.

Here is my finished product:

I'm at the airport right now, on my way to the baby shower so I hope she likes it.

Now, because I was then stuck with 3 other plain frosted ornaments and a challenge from The Pintester, I returned to Pinterest to get some new inspiration (and to use the expensive paint pens I invested in).  I found several pins for inspiration.  There are some really cute ones on frosting & glitter. Now I didn't buy the cute pastel colors, nor did I buy a very big variety of colors.  Paint pens are really expensive.  I'm going to be using paint pens on everything from now on.  I may carry one in my pocket so i can graffiti, 'cause dang.

I gave cute a try:

Frosty doesn't have a nose.  I didn't have an orange paint pen :(  ...Or, now that I am looking at it, a mouth.  Crap.

I guess the blue heart needed to take a pee.

Then funny:

I didn't plan out the words very well.  "Snow" is a little wonky.

The snow flakes are ok though.

And then it hit me. A new tradition was born.  My family is kinda funny.  I will be making "This Barlow Life" ornaments for my fabulous Christmas tree for as many years as the fam will provide material.  I have quite a backlog, so I ain't runnin' out of ideas any time soon.  

First installment: This is a family joke which has endured for decades.

When I was a child, my parents, two older sisters, and I were camping in the mountains of New Mexico. My oldest sister was a teenager and not thrilled by hanging with her parents and two little sisters.  One night, we were all getting settled in our sleeping bags and she announced, "I'm going outside to read."  Dad replied, "If you see a bear, run the other way."  And then he commenced laughing at his own joke.  He laughed so hard , I thought he was going to die. She did NOT think it was that funny and the rest of us were laughing at Dad as he giggled and wheezed. You had to be there. :)

I hope my sister isn't insulted by my lack of artistic ability.  It isn't a very good likeness. 

OMG a bear with no mouth or nose!

Bonus:  Sleeping PS

Extra Bonus: Traveling PS

To Poo or Not To Poo

I gave up Shampoo!

I've been meaning to write this post for a while, but I really wanted to get a little more experience under my belt before I did.  A few people have asked me about this and here is my answer to all of those questions.

First of all, I need to confess something.  Long before I went No Poo, I was only washing my hair once or twice a week.  Yes, there were times that things got pretty (or not) oily and gross, but I was in a bit of a depression and I just didn't care.

Anyway, I decided to give up shampoo ages before I actually did it.  I bought a brand new bottle of shampoo and I said, "this is the last one."  I promised that I wouldn't buy another bottle of shampoo after that.  It took foreeeeever to finish that one bottle due to the once a week washing thing I was already doing. I actually still have a little of that bottle left, but I jumped into No Poo anyway.

I used the instructions found here to get started with the No Poo Method.  She gives great detail and answers tons of questions about No Poo.

The transition period for me was virtually non-existent.  I didn't experience overly oily hair...I had already gone through that due to the infrequent washing in the preceding months.  The only negative experience I had was a little dry scalp on the first day after using baking soda to clean my roots.  My scalp was itchy and flaky but only for one day.  After that, smooth sailing!

I have mainly used the method of mixing a little baking soda with water in a squirt bottle.  I have only once used the paste method.  (Before you ask, all of this is described in detail in the link above, no I will not repeat it here.)  I used the paste because I noticed that my hair was feeling a little greasy, even after using the baking soda/water solution.  The paste cleared it right up, so I will probably use the solution regularly and the paste for when I need that extra cleansing.

The apple cider vinegar as conditioner is good too.  It won't give you that slippery feeling of commercial conditioners, but it definitely works.  The smell goes away when your hair dries, so don't worry about smelling of vinegar all day.  On a related note, coffee grounds will work as conditioner too, but it can be a pain to get the grounds out of your hair.

Now for the question of hair falling out.  Honestly, there isn't anything about putting baking soda and vinegar on your hair that would make more hair fall out than normal.  We lose tons of hair every day.  It doesn't necessarily mean that baldness is nigh.  I lose a huge amount of hair!  I mean it.  Tons!  Every time I take a shower I could clog up the drain.  Now, that is a normal thing for me.  It is amplified by not washing my hair everyday.  I also keep my hair pulled up most of the time.  That means all that hair that is continuously falling out is stuck in my ponytail and can't fall out throughout the day.  So, have I noticed a difference?  Yes.  Do I think it is a problem? No.  If you brush your hair more often than me, you won't notice as much of a difference.  If you rinse your hair in the shower between washings more often than me, you won't notice as much of a difference.

I am loving this.  It is cheap.  It is responsible stewardship of our planet.  We really need to consider the consequences of what we put in and on our bodies, as well as what we put into our water system.

Go forth and be free of nasty chemicals!

Bonus: PS sleeping in the car.  She was tired and had to share the backseat with another doggie.  There were limited headrest choices.  :)

Grateful for Kindness

This should have been a post about my third annual hike into (and out of) the Grand Canyon.  I'm sure everyone knows why that didn't happen this year, but in case you live under a rock or in a commune, I'll sum up.  Throughout human history there has been a thing called power.  Everyone wants it.  Some people have a little power and some have a lot.  Those who have a lot of power, want to keep it.  Those with a little want more.  There is another concept that needs to enter the stage here.  Acceptable loss.  Everyone seeking power or trying to hang on to it has their own level of acceptable loss.  It just so happens that in our current political climate, all sides have defined their level of acceptable loss exactly the same.  800,000 people instantly out of work, countless children left un-cared for while their parents go to work in low paying jobs, elderly people without meals and a kind word from another person, hard earned dollars spent on dream trips to national parks, and the stock market plunging due to unnecessary threats to the value of US currency.  (Please don't start fuming about the things I left off this list.  No doubt we could go on and on, but you get the picture.)  There doesn't seem to be a limit save wholescale murder of WWII vets.  Because of this, I will not vote for any incumbent candidates in the foreseeable future, and, really, I am considering a personal, lifetime moratorium on voting for them.  That may be the only thing I can do for my country.  There are no term limits for our Congress unless we impose them through our right to vote.

So yes, my vacation took a left turn due to the government shut down.  A yearly dose of Grand Canyon has probably been the only thing keeping me off of mood altering drugs, but onward, right:  We hauled our butts to the Superstition Mountains and did an overnight in Haunted Canyon.  It was fun, but in all honesty, a poor substitute for the majesty of one of the natural wonders of the world.  The next two nights were spent at Dead Horse Ranch State Park in Cottonwood, AZ.  Just PS and I, enjoying a rest surrounded by Mountains, watching the stars and the lights of Jerome, AZ on the mountainside.  Spending time there makes me realize just how much I miss the desert.  That smell of ozone before it heats up.  Someday I will be back there for good.

That time also made me appreciate kindness.  I say that because there was a power hungry madman in the campsite near me.  I did not hear a civil word pass from this man to his wife or two kids.  It was an almost endless stream of profanity and verbal abuse the likes of which I have never seen.  I heard barely a peep out of those children and yet they seemed to be saying and doing everything wrong.  The wife was giving it right back to him occasionally, but for the most part tried to keep the peace and reason with him.

I am including this actual conversation for illustrative purposes.  Turn back now if you are offended by profanity.

"I NEED FUCKING HELP!"
"What do you need us to do?"
"TAKE ALL THIS SHIT OUT OF THE TRUCK!"
"...WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
"Taking the shit out of the truck!  You said you needed HELP!"
"DON'T PUT THAT SHIT THERE!"
"Where do you want it?"
"NOT THERE!!  ANYWHERE!"  (I'm not making this up.)
"I CAN'T GET ANY REAL FUCKING HELP!"

He actually said, "We'll just nigger rig it," at least 3 times.

I think this man does more to hurt humanity than any of the things we bicker over and vote on.

Some people exclaim the downfall of America and ask how we got to this point.  We got here because of unkindness.  Not pre-marital sex, not alcohol, not homosexuality, not abortion, not electing a Democrat/Republican President, not skipping church on Wednesdays, or not being religious in the least.

Unkindness.

 Because when Jesus said, "As I have loved you, so you must love one another," we chose unkindness instead.  When the Buddha said, "Radiate boundless love towards the entire world - above, below, and across - unhindered, without ill will, without enmity," we chose unkindness.  When the Prophet Muhammad said, "You will not enter paradise until you have faith, and you will not complete your faith until you love one another," we chose unkindness.

I Fall

I went hiking last Sunday to Blue Lake, which is spectacular btw.  It is about 10 miles round trip.  This is the longest hike I have done in a while and it was raining most of the time. I got some pretty pics of wildflowers and tested some of my newly acquired plant knowledge.

This little pretty is poisonous.

Monk's Hood

And then the ever lovely state flower of CO.

Columbine

I made it to the lake completely drenched and cold.  

I tend to get a little clumsy on the tail end of a hike and on this particular hike I was talking to a lady.  We were just chatting up a storm.  I turned my head to say something to her and a tree root jumped up, grabbed my foot and slammed me down on my knees.  It was a vicious tree root, full of anger.  There is bruising. I will recover but not without a little whining.  ;)

Get out there and get some bruises, y'all!

My first foraged food!

I'm starting out small.  The lowly dandelion.  I plucked the flowers off the dandelions in my very own backyard.  Very soon I intend to learn how to make my own roasted dandelion root tea, as I am spending a fortune at WF buying it.  Its my favorite drink right now.  

Here are the little darlings, taking a dip in a water and vinegar solution to get them nice and clean.  My parents get all bent out of shape if I don't wash my produce, so...Look Mom and Dad!  I washed them.

 

I cleaned them up, removing the little bits of stem that were hanging on.

Then I just whipped up a simple batter of cornmeal, nutritional yeast, vegan coconut creamer (shut up, its what I had laying around), and spices.  I used pepper, smoked paprika, a little salt and a splash of agave syrup.  

FRYING!!!

And this is what I got.

They taste pretty much like what you put on them, so no IN UR FACE I'M A FLOWER taste.  They met the discerning approval of the roomie and myself.  Crunchy outside, soft center.  Yum.  I will definitely do this again.  I am thinking that I might try baking them though.  The house if full of smoke :/

Water 4 Kids International

Whadup, peeps?

PS has been so frustrated with me today.  We have not gone for our daily walk because it has been snowing...hard...all day.  We have somewhere in the 7-10 inches of snow range right now and it ain't lettin' up.  Heavy, spring snow.  The kind that breaks your back when you try to shovel a path to your car.  Not that I drove anywhere.  I don't do that.  So, because I wouldn't be able to see out of my snow speckled glasses and she would probably pull my off my feet, we didn't go walking today.  

To make up for the disappointment, I am making plans for other walks and possibly runs in the future.  First up:

Loveland Walk 4 Water.

The walk will be raising money to provide clean water to Soni Lakwari, Uganda.

Want to help?  Go here.

Want to Walk?  Go here.

The vengeful trail

The trail took a pound of flesh out of my right hand today.  Well, ok.  Maybe not a whole pound, but the heal of my hand is missing a significant chunk.  And there was blood.  

Sad hand.  But luckily I traded Christmas gifts with my sister and was able to slap a camo bandaid on that. 

What did I learn from my humiliation?  Once you have your microspikes on, leave them on.

Be careful out there.

BONUS:  Doggie pics.

Craft Night!

So it's craft night over here at Out And About.  

Who's EXCITED?

Well, not PS, but I hope YOU are!  Everyone should be excited and waiting with baited breath...because this is a backpacking craft.  Oh yes, my dears, what could be better than crafting for a future trip into the backcountry?  Especially when there are still several inches of snow on the ground from the latest winter storm.  Planning and crafting for a hike is a poor substitute for the real thing, but it's better than nothing.

DISCLAIMER:  I am in no way taking credit for these ideas.  I have linked to the sources that I used.  I am only trying them and letting you know how it went.

Here we go.  I was surfing Pinterest again and dreaming of warmer weather when I stumbled upon this little backpacking tip from Brian's Backpacking Blog.  Single use antibiotic ointment packets.  You can read the full description on Brian's blog.

Notice the fantastic Christmas gift from my sister serving as the work surface :)  

I couldn't find clear straws at my store (and I wasn't willing to drive anywhere else) so I went with the colorful variety.

Drum Roooooollllllllll!

Hey little guy

Really little...

Yeah, my pliers were dirty.  (ashamed)

The whole process took about 5 min.
Now, it remains to be seen if these little guys will hold up to being smooshed in my first aid kit which will be smooshed into my backpack with all the other stuff.

This little adventure ain't over y'all!  I also saw this on Pinterest.  You can put spices in straws too!  Of course!  And since I'm no quitter (at least where crafts are concerned), I gave it go.

Now you may be saying, "But PNB, how do we get the spices into the straws?"

I present to you, THE PAPER FUNNEL:

Make it work, people.

Just cut them open on the trail to season your favorite recipes and then seal them back up with a lighter and your multi-tool.

Get out there and put stuff in straws!

Chickpeas Gone Wild

Normally, I make small packages/baggies of my favorite hiking snacks, but it is a little thrilling to find something that is already a single serving and doesn't need refrigeration.

I found these little beauties in World Market.  They are going to be best for day hiking or maybe weekend backpacking where you don't have to worry about pack weight or the extra space these will take up.

Looks like they are available nationwide or get them online here.

Hummus is a great tasting, protein rich snack.  Just bring along some tortillas or crackers (careful not to crush them into teeny tiny crumbs).

For longer trips, there are a few options for hummus loving folks.  My first ever backpack trip was a short overnight with some amazing ladies.  One of them brought a bag of hummus dry mix.  I'm not sure what brand she had, but it was similar to the one made by Fantastic Foods.  There are others though, so choose your favorite.  I have not personally seen it in stores near me, but everything under the sun can be purchased online.  The directions may call for added oil when mixing, but I'm positive we didn't have any oil on the trip and it turned out just fine.  Just add water.

For one or two people a bag of mix could last for several days of snacks depending on how much or little you mix at a time.

You can also dehydrate your own.  I would recommend making it yourself and not buying.  You would not want much if any oil in your dehydrated hummus.

Working with what you've got.

So, I've just been invited to backpack a few passages of the Arizona Trail in the spring.  Nothing is set in stone yet, but I think we can make it happen.

A little background:  I have been in a rather tenuous work situation for almost a year.  I am technically employed but not working full time or even close to full time.  I have been job hunting without success for a while.  I have also been sitting on my butt and inserting copious amounts of food into my face.  So I have been taking steps to A) stop wallowing in my own self pity and B) get out of the house.  I am going to work with the cards I've been dealt until something better presents itself.

Those cards are basically saying that nothing is going to change anytime soon.  Soooooo, I am going to get back into hiking shape (for me that is rounded but perfectly capable).  My 33 year old legs are a bit weak after months of being sedentary.  That was made only too clear on my recent snowshoe trip.

I look happy (and I am) but I am worn flat out.

I hiked 30 miles of the AZT last May.  I learned a lot from that experience.
First:  I am not going to complete a passage in one day if it is over 12 or 13 miles.  That's just my limit.  I am a firm believer that hiking should be fun and I just don't have fun when I am struggling.  Normally, I can hike more miles than that in one day, but carrying a pack on a multi-day trip is something I like to take my time on.
Second:  Wear amazing shoes/boots.  Last year I wore the boots I had.  They were old and the fit was less than perfect.  My feet bore some very impressive blisters as did the feet of my dear friend.  Our planned 60 mile backpack turned into a 30 mile backpack and two days of sightseeing at the Grand Canyon because, and I think you'll back me up on this, it ain't fun to limp for 30 miles on torn up feet.  I believe in happy, blister free feet.

So since then I have found the most comfortable hiking shoe ever made by the hand of a man.  Last Oct I hiked the Grand Canyon Rim to Rim over four days and had ZERO hot spots and almost no soreness...in my feet that is.  I'm not paid to recommend them, I just love them.  So check them out here or don't.  Yep they are astronomically expensive, but I have managed to get them for 40% off at a local shop.  Probably because the color is odd and must have been discontinued since I can only seem to find it on clearance.

Disclaimer:  No one shoe will be right for everyone.  I just know these are right for me.

So I am committed now to my daily walks with PS, getting out on the weekends to hike those mountains, and yoga in my living room.  I have about 3 months before hitting the AZT again.  Peace out.  Time for stretching.

Outgoing VM messages...Why bother.

When my work cell starts ringing, I go through several stages of emotion.  Panic, annoyance, anger, and eventually the devastation of defeat.  It is probably something I can't just ignore.

Today, I decided to ignore that bad boy.  Not 5 seconds later it rang again.  This time the caller left a garbled message in my vm which clearly states my name and company.  And then called again. And again.  No less than five times until I decided to answer.

"This is P****. . .Hello"  Hang up.

It rang again.  "Hello, this is P****."
"Hello?"
"Hello."
"Who is this?"
"This is P****. Who is this?"
"Uh, I must have the wrong #."
"Yeah, a lot 'o times."

It cracks me up that people will leave a message for a stranger.  I could say my name is Princess Prissy Pants and no one would bat an eye.  I once got a message from someone talking about needing to hear back because they had to get people off the plane!  Yeah, ok.  I'll get right on that.

Lightening fast change of subject:  I have been obsessed with spring rolls lately.  I'm not a recipe person so here's the best I can do.

Buy veggies, spring roll wrappers, and dipping sauce. 
Saute veggies with whatever spices or sauces you prefer.  (Or leave 'em raw.)
Roll 'em up.
Dip 'em in sauce.
Insert in mouth. ( I think you can take it from here, right?)

Yum.  I added some tempeh to the last few batches.  So if you ever find yourself wondering why that idiot didn't listen to the name stated in your outgoing vm message, make some spring rolls.  Veggies make things better. :)

The Mayo Conflict

There's cake, there's family, there's tofurkey!  What could go wrong?

The answer?  Not much really.  Christmas and New Year's went off pretty well.  There was a minor episode where I was told I could just pick the meat out of the soup, but that is relatively minor.  The family did crash a hotel lobby, but we made it out unscathed. There were some things that I would love to share that are just outrageously funny.  I was, however, expressly forbidden to blog about them.  If you see me personally, ask.

There wasn't even a cooking disaster, y'all!
I made this cake and it was flipping delicious.

Don't be disappointed folks.  I have a little gem to share about the drive home from Arkansas with Mom and Dad.

This is the beauty of my family in its full glory.

While I ranted about politics from the back seat, Dad tore open a fast-food packet of mayo and squeezed its entire contents into his mouth.
Mom:  What did you just do?
Dad:  What?  There's nothing wrong with it...
Mom:  Well, there's nothing right about it!

Letting go of toxic people

Have you ever had a friend that you knew would turn on you someday?  I did.

For me that day was today.

I will admit to a rush of anger, pain, and even anxiety.  The anxiety lingers.  However, I know intellectually that I will be better off without poison in my life.

Lets make a couple of lists.

True friends:
1.  Give without expecting anything in return.
2.  Want to hear about you more than they want to talk about themselves.
3.  Don't declare the friendship to be over because of a disagreement.
4.  Tell the truth.

False friends:
1.  Give with the purpose of holding it over your head and playing the guilt card.
2.  Will monopolize every encounter with their own drama and turn everything you say into something to do with themselves.
3.  Run away and blame you for everything when you dare to challenge them.
4.  Lie.  About little things.  

I will be on the lookout for these signs and I encourage you to do the same. None of us needs that crap.  Keep those people at arms length...or more if you can.  Don't feel guilty.
Thank you to everyone who has stuck with me even when I'm a furious, raging B.  I hope I support you in the way you have supported me.  Thank you for the support even when it is not returned.