Picking friends….

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So you know how you can tell if you would be friends with someone by looking at their Pinterest board? Well at least I can. :) Well that’s how I felt the first time I saw How Sweet It Is. I knew Jessica and I should be neighbors. We would become really large, really drunk neighbors but neighbors nonetheless. Her love of sprinkles, bacon, avocado, and bourbon alone make us kindred spirits. Oh and her love of make-up which I share except she actually wears hers I collect mine as if I am opening up some sort of make-up museum later on in life. It got me thinking about what I look for and DON’T look for in a friend. So without further ado people I doubt I could be friends with (with a few exceptions based on the person’s overall awesomeness). 1. People who tell me they never wear sweatpants not even around the house. Here, let me toss you to the curb because I can…because I am wearing my comfy sweatpants that I don’t worry about getting messy. :P 2. People who say they … [Read more...]

Don’t let others get your goat…

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I think what is interesting when I ask people why they want to be thin is that the answer is almost always to be hot. And I say why can’t you be hot now? They clarify that they want others to think that they are hot. Bingo. It always seems to come down to our preoccupation with what others think of us. Who cares what other people think of us? Why is this such a big deal? People care so much about what they drive, what they wear, what zip code they are in (MDP and I can’t wait to leave our current zip code),how they look, and of course what we weigh . You are the only person that has to deal with you from birth to death. You need to start liking you for you. Once you start liking you, and I mean really liking you, then you open yourself up for others to start liking you…for you. Not the you that you think others want you to be. The one that reads US Magazine but knows like no one in it, snorts when they laugh, sticks tissue up their nose when they are sick because you just get … [Read more...]

Not according to plan….

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First off Happy Memorial Day Weekend to the men and women of the armed services! Thank you for all you do/did and sacrifices you make/made! Soapbox Moment: I will say that my Memorial Day Weekend started off with me being pretty cranky at the average American. Being a dual and leaning towards the Canadian side of that doesn't mean I don't appreciate the sacrifice that the men and women of the US armed forces make. So it made me very sad yesterday when at grocery store there were two veterans handing out poppies (for free but donations were appreciated so I gladly donated). I then shook both their hands, looked them in the eye, and thanked them for their service. I was disheartened to hear them tell me I was the first person to thank them that day for their service. I was there at noon and they had been there since 8am! I realize that it’s exciting to get a good deal on pop and plan out your BBQ but have a little respect people! These people have and would die for your freedom to … [Read more...]

Bloggeritis….

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I’m not in school. I haven’t been for a while now. For a while I was a school junkie. I went all the time. I went straight until I turned 31 and moved to WA State and the UW didn’t have the program I was in the middle of. And so I stopped. It’s funny because it didn’t seem like it at the time as it was just what I did, be the perpetual student, collecting degrees (that clearly I do so much with)but wow do I have a lot of schooling. When I had to go to jury duty and they had me fill out the form it asked how many years had a gone to school. 24. That’s a long time. That’s a long time especially to end up as a food blogger. :P Eight years of running this blog is rapidly approaching. Eight years. I don’t know if it’s because it’s been that long or because Seattle has looked like this as of late: But this girl has a giant case of senioritis except the blog version. I have bloggeritis. It’s a thing I swear. Now unlike senioritis I don’t have it because the … [Read more...]

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