yum.
Things I’ve learned so far on my Chibication:
1. I can’t drink in New Mexico. I mean, I CAN, but for some reason I morph into a snotty, weepy puddle on my sister’s couch. Whoops. Also, apparently part of Chibication involves the Chibis taking turns melting down. Spending some time with your sister is very therapeutic. So is Lucky Duck wine, by the way. It has a purple duck on the bottle.
2. For some reason I am a master bread baker in New Mexico. Is it the altitude difference? (Can I blame my sudden lack of alcohol tolerance on said altitude difference?) Have I just finally perfected my bready skills? Is there something about New Mexico yeast that makes it yeastier than DC yeast? Is there some sort of rift in the space-time continuum here? Have I finally found the perfect mix of flours? I don’t know. All I know is that I baked the bread of my life this week. Rock.
3. There are three museums in Clovis, NM. There are also three Sonics. Due to the time change on my trip here, my three o’clock alarm* went off twice on the day I arrived. Coincidence? I think not.
4. They make pop tarts filled with ham and cheese here. OMG. I may or may not have called Husband at one in the morning to tell him how awesome ham and cheese pop tarts are. Sorry, Husband. They’re SO DELICIOUS. I couldn’t not tell you.
picture this, in pop tart form. double yum.
5. WalMart in New Mexico is just as evil as WalMart everywhere else. There’s nowhere else to go unless you drive two hours to the Target in Roswell, which quite possibly makes New Mexican WalMarts MORE evil than regular WalMarts. I really, really don’t like WalMart. Darn you and your darn convenience, WalMart! Where else can I get an oil change, a haircut, a green chile, and velcro?
Well, there are six days left of Chibication 2010, and apparently at least one of those days involves cupcakes. I’ll keep you posted. Hehe… see what I did there? I’m so tricksy. Hooray, Chibication! })i({
*Three o’clock pm is my favorite time of the day, and I have an alarm set on my phone for that time. When it goes off, I take a moment. I highly recommend a Three o’clock alarm. Or a seven fifteen alarm. Whatever time you like, actually. But a random alarm in the middle of the day is a great reminder to slow down, live in the moment, and smile. Take a moment. It’s therapeutic.
What Not To Crochet
A Happy One 
The bread thing has everything to do with the house with or without drafts to prevent the bread’s perfect rising. Our little brown house in Fort Wayne was PERFECT for baking bread, but no other house I’ve lived in lets it rise so well!
I’m hoping my new blue ribbon bread baking talent sticks!
I like the idea of setting an alarm and taking a moment (or 5) to just stop and BE !!
Thanks! It was a good way for me to turn an obsessive behavior (checking the time) into a healthy behavior! Go go gadget behavior analysis!