...needs to take a chill pill and slow down....
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Hello Autumn, I've Missed You
Scarves, cardigans, and I daresay light jackets - It's here, Fall is finally here! Okay, so I may seem a little overly excited...I guess my flannel pj's are going to my head......
Go leaves go, you can do it! I took this a couple days ago when it was still warmer, but the trees were already doing their part. There's a lot less green out there now.
Go leaves go, you can do it! I took this a couple days ago when it was still warmer, but the trees were already doing their part. There's a lot less green out there now.
I've never been much for Halloween decor (or orange, for that matter) but I made my first round of the season at our local orchard stand and these little guys were too cute to pass up! A little black craft paint made them even better.
The autumn table runner I made (read: still working on), homemade muffins, and a Cinderella Pumpkin. I looooove it! If the temperature spikes tomorrow, I am going to be put out....
Also, Pumpkin Spice Latte is back at Starbucks, baby!
Also, Pumpkin Spice Latte is back at Starbucks, baby!
*Sigh of contentment*
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Apathy
The other morning, I woke to the smell of apathy. Okay so it was actually the smell of tacos....last night's tacos. The truth is, I left the dinner dishes in the sink instead of washing them before I went to bed. I'm sure I had a good reason a the time...and by "good" I mean I really didn't need a reason. And hey, I've got nothing against tacos. They were delicious. But that is not what you want to be greeted with on your way to the coffee maker. Then I had to take valuable time out of my morning to take care of them. Time I could have spent blogging - er- doing Spanish homework. The fact of the matter is, the reason I left the dishes is that my good friend apathy told me to.
Apathy and I go way back. Turns out when you're a kid and your parents tell you to stop hanging out with her, and you don't cause you figure you'll eventually grow out of the relationship...you're wrong. No, apathy has moved into my married life with me. I'd offer her the guest room, but she prefers to follow me around the house. She's the reason I leave clutter in Bama Man's car, why I leave dirty dishes in the living room, why I don't start on Spanish till the week it's due, why my laundry piles up, and why I "forget" to spend time with God in the morning. I mean, it's true that sometimes I just don't have time for things, but it's when I have time to use and I choose to spend it the wrong way or neglect to take a second of it to look around me that I find myself in trouble. Well, no more.
Apathy, you've been friend-dumped.
Apathy and I go way back. Turns out when you're a kid and your parents tell you to stop hanging out with her, and you don't cause you figure you'll eventually grow out of the relationship...you're wrong. No, apathy has moved into my married life with me. I'd offer her the guest room, but she prefers to follow me around the house. She's the reason I leave clutter in Bama Man's car, why I leave dirty dishes in the living room, why I don't start on Spanish till the week it's due, why my laundry piles up, and why I "forget" to spend time with God in the morning. I mean, it's true that sometimes I just don't have time for things, but it's when I have time to use and I choose to spend it the wrong way or neglect to take a second of it to look around me that I find myself in trouble. Well, no more.
Apathy, you've been friend-dumped.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
I DID IT!
After many (oh so many) failed attempts at the perfect southern style biscuits, I have emerged victorious! (yes it is dramatic!)
Look! They look like real biscuits and everything! Bama Man coudln't keep his hands off'm.
Thank you Alton Brown, you're my hero
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Dear Chuck Letter
To my dear, boy-sized 3, low-top converse sneakers,
I've been doing a lot of thinking about us, and..well...this just isn't working out. I'm so sorry. It's not you, it's me. I've just grown too much for this relationship. Okay, maybe it's you - you've just caused me too much pain. I've given you so many chances, and I've tried to give you the benefit of the doubt. I waited patiently for something to improve, but I can't ignore the truth anymore. It's true, we've had a lot of good times - great times! And we are a very attractive couple. But it's time.
This is over. I hope we can both find a way to move on. And no, it's not about the new silver Steve Madden flats, it's about you and me. I'll never forget you.
All my enduring love,
Me
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Watching Laura
Oh, how I looooove this movie!
Waldo: [For her] I tried to be the kindness, gentlest, and most sympathetic man in the world.
Mark: And?
Waldo: Let me put it this way, I should be sincerely sorry to see my neighbor's children devoured by wolves.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Coconut Cake
Hello everyone! September has officially descended upon us, and, even though it's still a million degrees here, Summer with it's sweet feelings of freedom and light, is a thing of he past.
But our favorite summer desserts needn't be!
I made this coconut cake for mother's day and it was a huge hit! (And delicious, if I do say so myself) So, if you're already missing those summery feelings, go here and kick back with a summer classic.
Enjoy!
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Nail Oddesey
I know we have yet to really break down my physical structure, seeing as there has never been a need, but something you should know: My hands are really tiny. Really tiny. I saw a newborn baby on Sunday who has longer fingers than me. So, that being said I keep my nails neatly long, and I'm more of a french manicure sort of girl (and by manicure, I mean me, my bathroom, and a horrible paint job) and I tend to stay away from colors on my nails.
I haven't decided how I feel about it yet....and my fingers do feel smaller. But one thing is for sure, I do feel very Kate Beckinsale ala Pearl Harbor.
But I've been toying with the idea. Chewing one it (no pun intended). And I finally did it. I chopped them off and painted them pink.
I haven't decided how I feel about it yet....and my fingers do feel smaller. But one thing is for sure, I do feel very Kate Beckinsale ala Pearl Harbor.
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