Snow White has nothing on me

Last summer I was living on the fourth floor of a pretty typical Cleveland apartment. Typical in Cleveland being an old but somewhat well maintained building. The units usually have the original wood floors, original windows, radiator heat, a window unit for air conditioning if you're lucky, galley kitchen and a small bathroom with zero counter space. It's hard to find something different from this template. A friend of mine lived in a building two miles away under a different management company and his apartment looked just like mine.

Vacation Book Report

Being in the adult world can sometimes be a drag. Example: spending $400 on car brakes, taxes, delinquent taxes (sorry IRS), managers, dishes. It's not all a drag though, thanks to wine, a certain amount of  freedom, and paid vacation. A few of my friends and I decided we would take advanatage of all three of those and take a vacation. Just because we're not in school anymore does not mean we shouldn't have a  spring break! We each carved out a week in March to travel from *Ohio, still caught in the throes of the season change between winter and spring, down to Vero Beach, Florida to bask in some sunlight.

So Cleveland, Revised.

There is a draft post that has been sitting in my queue for awhile. It's called So Cleveland. It was going to be the first in a recurring series about Cleveland, where I talked about typical life here. I'm officially bumping it in honor of this post.

Week in Pictures

Lobster Ceviche monster

Super cat

 

 

 

 

 

Avocado Cheesecake



Close encounter. See the deer?



Guard cats



Spring



Windmill in the backyard. Sometimes you're more progressive than I give you credit for, Ohio.

Photo Cred: Where I am actually in the picture, my boyfriend took those, as well as the daffodils.

No, it's not because I'm an AC/DC fan

The origins of my blog title are rooted in Texas. Now, it is no exaggeration that Texans have intense state pride. In seventh grade I was living in Houston, being inculcated with a heavy dose myself in the form of a mandatory Texas history class.  I lived in other states prior to and after Texas, and have never had another *compulsory state-specific class.