I have been an awful blogger. The worst! Here's what has been going on lately.....
-Work, work, work
-Netflix
-Sushi
-Vanilla Bean Noel
-Washed up athletes reunion game
-Celebrity Crush: Man vs. Food
-New favorite beauty product: Tresseme Dry Shampoo
-Unsuccessful vacation planning that will hopefully turn around with a trip to Gatlinburg/Pigeon Forge in December (SNOW!)
I have been staying at my parents' house the past few nights since they are on vacation. I like this because they have cable and internet. My internet has been inexplicably down for the past two weeks and crappy Dish Network cable is unreliable at best. They also have a fully stocked pantry and fridge and an extra fluffy dog for me to snuggle (read: pet from a distance as Pete runs around in circles, crazy with jealousy).
Future blog posts: my love/hate relationship with my apartment, fall recipes I am too lazy to make, and my Christmas list
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Monday, September 27, 2010
Fun for the whole family
Day 22: A website
Polyvore
I completely forgot about this website until recently. About two years ago my then-roommate and I made accounts and proceeded to waste hours upon hours here. Check out some of the....collections (?) I made back then. I think it's time to reinstate the habit. Maybe I'll use this site to create "room boards" for the dream house post. Or drop some sweet fashion advice on all of you (gray t-shirts, remember?). Or maybe I'll just use it to make collages of puppy pictures. Probably that.



Polyvore
I completely forgot about this website until recently. About two years ago my then-roommate and I made accounts and proceeded to waste hours upon hours here. Check out some of the....collections (?) I made back then. I think it's time to reinstate the habit. Maybe I'll use this site to create "room boards" for the dream house post. Or drop some sweet fashion advice on all of you (gray t-shirts, remember?). Or maybe I'll just use it to make collages of puppy pictures. Probably that.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Get that corn outta my face.
Day 21: A recipe
I'm just skipping around at this point.
CORN DIP. This recipe has made me world famous. I've made it five or six times since I got the recipe from a coworker (hi Krystal!) a few months ago and each time it's been a huge success. Someone once told me they almost scooped it out of the garbage after seeing a kid throw it away. It's been requested that I double the portion for every choir practice from here on out. One month I had to miss practice and I was told to bring the corn anyways. Seriously, instant popularity.
Ingredients:
3 cans of fiesta corn
3-4 scallions
3-4 jalapeƱos
1/2 cup mayonnaise
1/2 cup sour cream
1/2 bag shredded Mexican cheese
Directions:
1. Chop the scallions
2. Chop the jalapeƱos
*****If you have gloves, wear them. If not, wash your hands a million times and don't touch anything. The evil pepper juice will burn any skin it comes in contact with. It would probably be a good idea to refrain from picking your nose for the rest of the day to avoid a case of fire nostril. Not that I have any experience with this, I just think it would be a good idea. Nope, I definitely didn't do this the first time I made this recipe. Uh-uh. No way.*****
3. Drain the corn
4. Mix everything together
DONE! Now eat with tortilla chips, or by the spoonful. And make sure to laugh when it shows up in the toilet again later.
Too much?
Sunday, September 19, 2010
I am Liz Lemon.
Day 12: Something you are OCD about
I'm skipping all the days about photos. I don't take a large amount of pictures, and my little USB device thingy (technical term) is currently missing. So we'll just have to do without.
Anyways, I am not OCD. At all. In fact, I could use some OCD in my life when it comes to cleanliness. My laundry routine consists of leaving the clean clothes in/on top of the dryer and choosing my wardrobe from whatever is piled there. When the pile of dirty clothes is higher than the pile of clean clothes, I know it's time to do more laundry. Same goes for the dishwasher. I look there first for clean dishes and when it's empty I know it's time to load up the dirty.
Don't judge me, I live alone. It's completely normal. If you've ever watched 30 Rock, Tina Fey's character flies solo like me and it's a pretty accurate portrayal of what happens when no spouse/roommate is around to keep a person accountable for their own sanity:
Enjoying a snack on the couch wrapped in a Snuggie and improvising made-up songs? Someone at NBC is spying on me for inspiration.
Back to the topic. Now while I wouldn't consider these things "OCD," I do have a few neurotic habits I can't seem to shake. Whenever I enter a bathroom and the shower curtain is pulled closed, I will ALWAYS open it and peek inside. Even in my own home.
By the way, is it completely insensitive of us (me) to equate cleaning habits and weird quirks with legit Obsessive Compulsive Disorder? We've come to use this phrase so casually, like, "Oh, I have to wipe up these crumbs, I'm soooo OCD." I'm no expert (ok, let's be real, I learned everything I know about OCD from MTV's True Life), but I think people with real OCD carry out their behavior not because they WANT to, but because they HAVE to. So to any of you out there suffering from real OCD, I apologize for belittling your struggle.
I'm skipping all the days about photos. I don't take a large amount of pictures, and my little USB device thingy (technical term) is currently missing. So we'll just have to do without.
Anyways, I am not OCD. At all. In fact, I could use some OCD in my life when it comes to cleanliness. My laundry routine consists of leaving the clean clothes in/on top of the dryer and choosing my wardrobe from whatever is piled there. When the pile of dirty clothes is higher than the pile of clean clothes, I know it's time to do more laundry. Same goes for the dishwasher. I look there first for clean dishes and when it's empty I know it's time to load up the dirty.
Don't judge me, I live alone. It's completely normal. If you've ever watched 30 Rock, Tina Fey's character flies solo like me and it's a pretty accurate portrayal of what happens when no spouse/roommate is around to keep a person accountable for their own sanity:
Enjoying a snack on the couch wrapped in a Snuggie and improvising made-up songs? Someone at NBC is spying on me for inspiration.
Back to the topic. Now while I wouldn't consider these things "OCD," I do have a few neurotic habits I can't seem to shake. Whenever I enter a bathroom and the shower curtain is pulled closed, I will ALWAYS open it and peek inside. Even in my own home.
By the way, is it completely insensitive of us (me) to equate cleaning habits and weird quirks with legit Obsessive Compulsive Disorder? We've come to use this phrase so casually, like, "Oh, I have to wipe up these crumbs, I'm soooo OCD." I'm no expert (ok, let's be real, I learned everything I know about OCD from MTV's True Life), but I think people with real OCD carry out their behavior not because they WANT to, but because they HAVE to. So to any of you out there suffering from real OCD, I apologize for belittling your struggle.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Good Buy
If you have an extra $13, you should go and purchase this. It's on sale for today only. I really want it, but can't justify the purchase since I already have a calendar/planner that I hardly ever use. Maybe because it's not as totally cute as this one, but still. And Kate Spade for $13?? Come on.

The only things I write down in my planner are "Pay rent" and "Buy flea medicine" but wouldn't they seem so much exciting surrounded by these illustrations??



The only things I write down in my planner are "Pay rent" and "Buy flea medicine" but wouldn't they seem so much exciting surrounded by these illustrations??
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Rebel
Day 8: A photo that makes you angry/sad.
Uh...this blog is definitely NOT about being angry and/or sad. So day 8, I am boycotting you.
Uh...this blog is definitely NOT about being angry and/or sad. So day 8, I am boycotting you.
Monday, September 13, 2010
It's so hard to say goodbye to yesterday.
Day 7: A picture that makes you happy

This is Pete as a baby baby. He used to sit like that all the time. He doesn't anymore. See how his nose is half pink? It's not anymore. Not even a speck. Where did the speck go? I am a sad mother hen.
Now I'm going to throw blankets over him and watch how long it takes him to get out. It's a favorite game around my house.
This is Pete as a baby baby. He used to sit like that all the time. He doesn't anymore. See how his nose is half pink? It's not anymore. Not even a speck. Where did the speck go? I am a sad mother hen.
Now I'm going to throw blankets over him and watch how long it takes him to get out. It's a favorite game around my house.
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