Archive for August, 2009

the real breakfast of champions

Posted on August 19th, 2009 by mountain girl  |  6 Comments »

I made the most awesome breakfast this morning! The recipe is adapted from one of my favorite sites. It’s a raw chocolatey chia pudding sort of thing. I started by soaking 1/4 cup whole hemp seeds overnight, then blended them with a cup of water, a tsp raw honey, and a dash of cinnamon to make a […]



an unschooler’s defense

Posted on August 17th, 2009 by mountain girl  |  Comments Off on an unschooler’s defense

Today is rainy, rainy, rainy. No good pics to post, but in my brief online perusal this morning, I came across an interesting post you might like to read. It’s written by Idzie, a college age girl who was un-schooled since kindergarten. Unschooling is a type of homeschooling, but more radical. You don’t necessarily work […]

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fresh and local

Posted on August 15th, 2009 by mountain girl  |  Comments Off on fresh and local

This is our local city market. It’s kind of an interesting place, and it seems that you can find people from every tongue, tribe and nation shopping here. Locally grown hot peppers. The market is a great venue for local artists and musicians. Locally sqeezed lemonade. It costs $2 a glass. Hmmm…remember when lemonade was 10 cents? Guess […]

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blue-ful toes and a bag

Posted on August 14th, 2009 by mountain girl  |  5 Comments »

  There’s nothing quite like painting a tiny set of virgin toenails for the very first time. Zia said they look “Blue-ful”. It took me a minute to realize she meant beautiful, but it is a very fitting term. Blue is really such a nice color, especially this cornflower blue. I really need to paint a room this […]



to keep

Posted on August 13th, 2009 by mountain girl  |  2 Comments »

I AM A PACK rat. A scrounging, hording, Templeton-like pack rat. I scavenge through curbside piles when junk day draws near. I have lovely ideas for everything I drag home (usually in the bottom of the stroller.) I can’t bear to see things wasted, and I almost can’t bear to waste a good deal. Sometimes, […]