Dinner with the Parents: No More Go-To Chicken
Tonight, for the first time in my natural born life, I’m invited my parents over for dinner. This would have been fine if I wasn’t also…
Making Friends the Hard Way
Okay, so what I’m hearing is talking about something as mundane as teeth brushing actually excites all of you? And here I’ve been wasting time trying…
The Wandering Tooth Brusher
I am what I like to call an EFFICIENT teeth brusher. I mean why stand there at the bathroom sink when you could be getting things…
Greetings from the 1920s
No, this is not another rant about how weird and archaic it is to sit around waiting for the man you love to pop the question…
When You Arrive in Hershey But Your Shoes Do Not
Earlier this week, my younger brother (aka Tech Support) celebrated his 28th birthday. Still, there was a time when this sort of thing happened on a…
Weekend DIY: Turn an Old Shower Curtain into Super Cute Patio Furniture
I have a thing for cushions. Pretty cushions. Comfy cushions. Pottery-Barn-looking-cushions. (For this I blame the man I was dating last summer; he used to save…
The Great Concert Freak Out or, the time Third Eye Blind made me cry (and not in a good way)
Before I started dating PIC, I could count the number of concerts I’d been to on one hand: Jimmy Buffet and (I probably shouldn’t admit this…
The Rather Anti-Feminist Waiting Game
I like to think of myself as feminist. Some days I even think I’m a good feminist, but when it comes to getting engaged, I find…
Of Green Eggs and Ham: The Vitamix Disaster
Sunday night, late January. “Hello?” It’s 11:00pm. I’ve just come home from watching Downton Abbey at a friend’s house and even though I’ve just called out…
Not the Best Place for a Nosebleed
Before we get on with today’s travel blooper, I would like to point out that I have been blogging now for like three straight weeks! And…
Before and After Again: The Dining Room
It’s that time again: some before and after shots of my baby (by which I mean my house of course… pshhttt. Babies.) The open floor plan…
My Beautifully Kondo-ified Closet
For those of you (to quote my mother) “who live in the Stone Age and don’t know what Kondo-ing is,” I’m referring to the “Japanese art…
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