Tuesday, August 31, 2010


This song is so sweet & the video someone made to go with it is equally so.  
It's simple and warms my heart.

Ben Kweller - "Thirteen"

(photo booth) never gets old.

Monday, August 30, 2010

"Always do what you are afraid to do." 
-Ralph Waldo Emerson

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Online Wanderings

Love this dress & how amazing does she look!?

 Zebra Wall Decor.

Time to start searching for the perfect 2011 day planner.

Hot air balloons in Turkey.

Lessons learned from beloved pets.  (Confirmation that I need a dog.)

We, The 20-Somethings.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

What I Learned Today

Yogurt + chopped pecans make for a yummy sweet treat.
Sisters are the greatest things (BFF of 19 years included).
Bangs are a good change.
I have muscles on my ribs (that are quite sore from Monday's yoga).
I am ready to join the 21st century and get apps on my Blackberry.
I will never cease to be amazed when I see a bridge being built.
I might actually be a dog person.  I want one.
It's almost September.  Huh?

It's only 10am and I've already learned so much!  
Happy Wednesday, all.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

H A P P Y * 2 5 

to my very bestest friend, Jordyn!!

We've been together since we were six.  She's amazing.  

Love you J!!

Sunday, August 15, 2010

dance the night away

to this little number:

Che Cosse L'amor by vinicio capossela

Friday, August 13, 2010

Happy (almost) Weekend

Image from the movie Priceless.  Definitely a flick worth seeing.

Thursday, August 12, 2010


I don't cook on a regular basis.  Usually my roommate makes dinner for us and usually he does a darn good job.  He gets home earlier from work than I do, so it makes sense that he starts cooking when he's hungry and it's done shortly after I get home.  (I know, idyllic.)  More importantly, he enjoys the art of cooking.  Me, not quite there yet.

Tonight, however, we switched it up a bit.  He was busy working on a report for work and when I asked him what was for dinner, he walked me to the refrigerator.  There, ice-bitten, plastic-wrapped and highly marketed were meals with "Done in 5 Minutes!" and "Flash Frozen Vegetables" written proudly on them.  What does that even mean?

As he pondered which option sounded better, I interrupted his thoughts and asked him how much sodium was in package #1.  42% PER CUP.  Yikes.  There weren't many other options though.  I hate going to the grocery store and our regular weekly trip hadn't happened.  Hence, the frozen dinners that he picked up a few days ago.  I refused to eat those things though and poor roommate was a hungry man.  It was looking like a cereal-for-dinner kind of evening.  And then. . .

Vegetables!  We had vegetables.  Surely I could concoct something up.  I started cutting, threw them on the stove, and continued to brainstorm what the green peppers and onions would become.  After stepping outside for a minute I returned to a smell similar to fajitas.  Fajitas!  That's what they will become!  I went to the refrigerator.  Chicken, we have chicken!  Some tomatoes, those should do.  Tortillas, yes!  I went to work.  Two skillets were going, the cutting board was covered, and the roommate hollered that it was smelling good.

You can guess the general outcome of the story.  I cooked the veggies.  I cooked the chicken.  And then I (over) cooked the tortillas.  They were  crispy.  Oops.  Still, I prepared our plates.  When I apologized for the crispy tortillas, Mr. Roommate said he likes them like that.  "It's like a tostada."  Except these weren't tostadas.  They were fajitas.  Well, at least they were supposed to be.  And so fajadas were born.  I was pretty pleased with the outcome until he ruined it with, "It's amazing actually.  You're going to have to start cooking more often."  Blast.

Monday, August 9, 2010

No More Tomatoes

Five days ago we had eight green tomatoes growing to be big and strong (and red).  Today, all of them are gone.  When I asked the roommate what he thought happened to them, he said it didn't look like an animal ate them--must have been a person.  I took him seriously.  When I later expressed concern about what type of (mean, selfish, creepy, dumb) person would be close enough to our house to steal all of our tomatoes, his response was, "Darling, as flattered as I would be if they took them, I don't think anyone would want our tomatoes."  Brutal.

Sunday, August 1, 2010


My dream dog.  
Isn't he the sweetest little guy?

(Found here.)


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