Fall dwellings

I figured it's been a few weeks since I have made my presence known to the world.... So congrats to you if you're reading the first blog since I left the bat cave....
I decided life would be sweeter for the weekend if i came home to my place of upbringing. For those of you who are unaware, that would be the absolute heart of the cheeseheads, green bay Wisconsin. This was the perfect city to grow up in because there is just such a charm to this proud but modest city. Everyone is happy, it's safe, and it just floods my mind with memories of childhood.

After a 51 hr week on night shift, there is nothing more i needed than a low key girls night. I arranged earlier in the week to meet up with my partner in crime from high school, Molly. We made Greek grilled chicken with butternut squash risotto and drank italian wine. Good conversation topped off with an evening stroll around ashwaubenon, just like old times. We
reminisced our past and reflected on how far we've come in the last 5yrs.  The first few college years we kind of lost touch, but time always sets things straight. I think my fave part about friendship is the excitement of seeing where life takes people. Molly and i were probably by
far the strangest people in high school, but we sure did find refreshing ways to have a good time. Our younger yrs could have been filled drunken nights, but we were more of the type that would hangout on a friday night and walk around the lights at lambeau field and get yelled at for sitting on the Lombardi statues at midnight. Ha oopsy;) i have no regrets about my teen
years and i think it was one of the better decisions i ever made was to sit next to Molly Siefert the first day in Mrs. Krauserts math class the first day of freshmen yr. Thru and thru.

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Another thing i love about green bay is game day. Even when the games aren't home, it's still awesome to be amongst the atmosphere because every one is always in a great mood. I had to run errands the 45min prior to kickoff and successfully went to the dollar store, walgreens, target, and the coffee shop with ten min to spare. Booyah. During the second quarter some solicitor tries calling the land line. I answered and they asked for "josesph slaittary" haha yeah right..... All i said was "you have the wrong number and you're calling on packer sunday, shame on you." maybe that was slightly bit@$! Of me but, seriously- no i am not lying when i say the "slaitterys" don't live here. She probably thought i was crazy, maybe if that wouldn't happen every week it would be different...

In between commercials and game time i played dual role of kitchen diva and football fan. I created my own recipe for the fall time palate....here the unofficial recipe, so as your stealing it off my blog right now think of me when it's on the food network in 2yrs from now..

"pump-ur-kin fall bread"
Whatcha need:
One can of pumpkin
Two cups of whole stone ground wheat flour
Three quarters cup of brown sugar
Half teaspoon of baking soda
Cinnamon
Two eggs
One stick of butter
One cup of dark chocolate chips

Directions
Put thawed butter in mixing bowl and mix brown sugar until full blended into creamy paste
Add both eggs to mix and blend
Add baking soda, flour, and cinnamon to paste and mix well. Add pumpkin.
Stir in chocolate chips after everything is thoroughly mixed
Preheat oven 350 degrees
Grease two small bread pans of one large and fill with dough
Place on bottom wrack and bake around thirty minutes. Check center with fork until baked.
Let cool
Lick your chops and prepare yourself for some gooey warm fall goodness!
Bow chicka wawa..

So now that i have thoroughly fed and entertained you, i am going to call this session of blogger a success and take on the rest of The night. I hope everyone enjoys their true day of rest, and thank you to all those who are working today. You make hhe world and the America safe and bustling.

Peace out bloggies.

                              (My fave commerical during the game today)

A day trip to the windy city.

Hello children, today's blog is going to be a little more narrative of an adventure i embarked on this past week. Just a little bit of background first:
So if you really know me, or at least met me an hour ago, you would be very aware that God's sense of humor is freakin hilarious. The daily happenings of my life are truly ironic and could happen to none other than, yours truly-Lauren Slattery. With that thought in mind, the story continues

A few weeks ago, I had made arrangements to hang out with a friend who recently moved to downtown chicago. We decided to take our afternoons off and enjoy the big city together on Sept 1st. In no time i was on the road taking the scenic road to the bustling, big, and windy city. Aside from the crazy tailgating Ill drivers, i was mildly impressed with my ability to maneuver myself in traffic.
In no time, i was downtown and appreciating the east side's street parking. Steve made us a quick lunch and we then meandered onto the train to start the afternoon's adventure.  We decided to skip the Lincoln Park Zoo and just go for something inside and air conditioned with the current 98 degrees and 120984302983% humidity. What could be better than an afternoon spent at the Chicago Art Museum?! hmm, notta.

I remember going to the same art museum as a child and just wondering how any of the stuff could be interesting? A bunch of boring paintings, nakey statues from different countries, and dull artifacts older than Mary and Joseph...well there's a crucial part to touring places like this. You must bring Steve with you. I am not sure if "hilarious" or "ginormously entertaining" are appropriate terms to use in regards to a public museum, but those are the exact words I will use to describe the outing.

A few things about me:
1.one of my long standing hobbies is photography




2. I have a severe dislike and phobia of dolls and mannequins.

I was very excited to see the featured photography exhibit until we got to the gallery and every single pix had a creepy doll posed somewhere within it. BOOM-irony. Photographers are always looking to other people's photos so see if they can become inspired with some of the other artists' ideas... that will not be happening with Mr. Meatyard's work. 

I eventually adapted to the whole thing and was able to tolerate some of it-- but seriously this is border-line horror-ish. Those pipes speak louder than phobias.

We also took a stroll around the multicultural art from the various regions of the world. Honestly, i sometimes felt as though they should have rated some of the exhibits "R." 

 It def was a wonderful afternoon of good times and refreshing humor. We took a few moments to relax and also educate ourselves with the artwork around us.

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                               Catching ourselves up on a little WWII political art from Russia.

                           We should probably be the model children for the Chicago Art Museaum.

After about hour three I was slowly becoming more and more lethargic, spacey, and zoned due to prolonged periods without eating. On top of  being hungry, i had been using my brain all afternoon to match Steve's witty jokes, so i was pooped. We called it a successful afternoon and headed on back to the city for some chow. 

There is no better way to fully embrace a downtown adventure than an eating a chicago style pizza. Gino's East was the place to get it. I decided we should go tropic and get the hawaiian style deep dish. Nothing tasted more heavenly at that point. There was enough cheese on just one slice to constipate an elephant, but ohh man- talk about amazing. Its funny because I am opposite of most people... when the typical human eats, they become tired after meals. I become more lively, so whomever i may be with at the time gets my blessing of chatter thrown at them.

We continued the journey down Superior St. and Steve showed up around his place of work, Northwestern University. We went to walk towards the elevators, but the security guard stopped us. They are pretty hardcore strict on who's in and who's out at the downtown location.  I had to give them my driver's license and they took my pix. I thought they were going to fingerprint me and ask for the SSN, but instead they have me a cool visitor pass with my full name and pix on it. holy crack down...

Anyways, Steve showed me around the labs where he is working on many of his research projects. He does a lot of biomedical research in regards to cancer and cardiovascular health. Pretty amazing stuff. It was such a cool feeling walking around the lab because they have a lot of world famous scientists that made their discoveries in the same building.  The guy who invented the LifeVest (an external defibrillator a person wears) did his work in the same building i stood.  I actually recently discharged a patient who went home with a LifeVest. A small part of me began to understand the whole connection with scientists and how the spectrum of healthcare works together to create and establish discoveries and different options for people. Neat :)

So after an enlightening tour, I decided that it would be time to hit the road because it was 9:30pm and i had to work at 7am the next morning. I thanked Steve for a pleasant afternoon and was on my merry way.

on my ride home, i concluded a list of things i pondered, and this will help to end my post for today.

1. Wisconsin drivers are polite, and i appreciate that

2. Milwaukee is easily 25 degrees cooler than chicago, so dress accordingly

3. The only reason ESPN is cool is because it has the packers and brewers mentioned on it

4.I am very excited to go to Shed's for my birthday next month

5. I haven't killed Walter yet, so i started reading books for first time dog owners.

That my friends, is the last inkling i can spurt from my mind. Now, go out and rock the day.