I get these urges. Like I have to squeeze a knee or a shoulder or a hand if a hug just can’t happen in that moment (like if I’m driving or they’re driving). I got an urge at lunch to throw a little rice cluster into a bowl of Ramen (channeling pebble tosses in the Detroit River over the summer). And well, the ramen splashed everywhere. (Ack! Sorry man.) I swear, it’s like I’m a kid sometimes.…
It’s November, and in my heart it was just summer. Because you see I learned a lot over the last few months. Like if you swim in a pool and don’t have time to wash your hair before work, bright lipstick will totes distract from the flipped out Dr. Seuss hairdo (hair-don’t). And did you know you can get a Dairy Queen blizzard in a waffle cone? And it was even more than a few months…
You see, my mom’s not kidding when she says that I use every dish in the kitchen when I make stuff. I used a ridiculous amount of dishes to get these 4 little pudding cups. I strained it twice. (The malt powder was chunky and dumb, and I should’ve sifted it f’real). BUT! I promise you won’t use as many dishes as I did, and I promise you’ll love this a ton even if you’re a…
I’ve been napping at inopportune times. Well, I guess they’re kinda opportune. (Is this even grammar?) I napped mid-blog post. I napped post-cookie, pre-tattoo washing in mismatched socks, with Elliot wedged between me and the back of the couch. I think it has to do with this whole daylight being saved thing, hibernation, and also just that somehow I’ve gotten really good at sleeping. I’d be a fool not to pursue something I’m good at,…
Eat 5 cinnamon rolls, drink 4 cups of coffee, take 3 naps, buy 2 more pairs of coated leggings for Beyonce-style napping/living, and have 1 sweater that you wear every single day. And now we just have 5 weekdays, 4 new pink vintage glasses, 3 runs, 2 concerts, and one burrito a day. Because you see it just takes 1 night (for the dough to rise), 1 morning (to casually roll these out), 1 person (who’s…
Guys. I’m making Thanksgiving dinner this year. (Please leave turkey tips in the comments, f’real.) And I have this thing where I’m all “We need at least 3, maybe 4 desserts.” But the truth is, that’s kinda cray. So this year I’m making 2 desserts. THIS is one of them! Except they’ll be mini-mini, and probably will have whipped cream on top, and maybe chocolate turkeys. (There won’t be any chocolate poultry, I promise.) Unfortunately, I’m…
Here are some weirdo facts for ya. 1. I’m terrible at the dishes. You’d think living my life as a grown-up lady without a dishwasher for over 10 years that I’d have it together, but I don’t. I have to rewash stuff all the time. 2. When there’s a fly in the house I hold Elliot up and he catches it. Every time. He can catch flies, you guys. It’s like the dog skill equivalent…
I spent the weekend catching up on New Girl and couch napping. I ate breakfast for lunch and started a cinnamon roll diet. I thought about whether I have things in common with Tina Turner, walked around my favorite antique store for zen reasons, and then capped the weekend off with sushi and beers. But now it’s the work-week, and it’s ok because I’ve got these cinnamon rolls to see me through. I left a small pan of…
I don’t know when I stopped eating cereal… I think my mornings have gotten cut short in the breakfast department. The truth is, I’d rather have waffles anyway. And so I figured I should Sunday brunch it waffle-style and freeze a bunch for mornings during the week. Then I can toast them, cut them, dunk them, and eat them as casually as I would cereal, or a granola bar, or a yogurt parfait situation. I’m just…
Because my freezer is forever stocked, grandma-style, with pizza dough, waffles, and (now) cookies. Because I paint pumpkins, real-quick, after work and before dinner. Because I sometimes pick beers over runs and granola bars over lunch and sleeping in over timeliness. Because I want to pack my favorite books in my work bag, just-in-case, and because I slept better in California than anywhere it seems, and because I feel more like myself now than I…