Monday, September 28, 2009

american saturday night

Brad Paisley
American Saturday Night tour
Loved it!

My boots



Sunday, September 20, 2009

skeletons in my closet

This Saturday I tackled a project. Something I have been dreading. My nemesis, if you will.
My closet.
In full disclosure, I tend to be a packrat in all matters of my closet. I have a hard time getting rid of clothes. Either they hold sentimental value, or I think I will wear them again.
Which I wont.

For example, the khaki capris I wore for my high school senior picture. I have not worn them in probably 6 years. Yet, for some reason they keep staying with me. Why? They are out of style and I am sure they dont fit. (I saved my self from depression by not trying them on). Or the stretchy black pants with silver pinstripes I actually used to wear to work in college. These should have never been allowed. Oh, and the maroon Abercrombie sweatshirt I wore religiously. Why did I shop there? I know see the errors in my ways.

These clothes take up space in the back or stacked in a hamper in my closet. I have not worn them for years. And on Saturday, I finally decided to clean them out. They had made too many moves with me from dorms to apartments to my current house. It was time.

And yet, as I went through the clothes I felt a little sad. The aqua polo reminded me of the day I moved into college. The blue sweater was a gift from my boyfriend. I bought the silver tank top at H&M in New York. The black shirt I wore to my grandpas funeral. So many memories attached with these old clothes.

But now, now they are bagged up ready for Goodwill. Where hopefully someone else will benefit from them.

Oh! But look at what else I found....

My pink razor! Man, I loved this phone. Those of you who had a pink razor, will, I am sure, agree. This phone saw me through many, many late night phone calls to my boyfriend. You know, those calls you try to make discreetly and quietly in your dorm room,while your roommate lays three feet away. Totally listening, but acting like they cant hear. You know what I am talking about. We all did it.

Oh, and remember these? What IS this thing?

Thursday, September 10, 2009

bye bye summer

Our last summer weekend was full of football, tailgating, huge breakfast burritos, driving, heat, sweat, the beach, family, and friends. Here are some pics!

Angie and I came up with some amazing breakfast burritos. Cooked all on the grill. Here I am cooking some bacon. We forgot to pack aprons, so a dish towel did the trick. We sincerely apologize for the massive amounts of bacon splatters we created on the patio near the Student Health building.

The masterpiece

Peter and I inside the coliseum. It was hot. HOT. Which reminds me...middle aged men should not go shirtless in public. I dont care what your body looks like. When your sweaty chest and back bump into me in line, I am offended.

In front of Tommy Trojan after the game. Not to be confused with Tammy Trojan, pictured.

We left USC and headed over to the beach to spend the rest of the weekend.

Ladder golf. A favorite yard game. Have you played it? My grandpa introduced us to it a couple years ago. It was all the rage among seniors at RV parks across America. Peter made our own set and we play in our back yard.

A great weekend to celebrate the end of an even better summer.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

pw cooks

I, like many of you, LOVE the Pioneer Woman. Her posts can move me to tears or make me laugh hysterically. Her pictures are amazing and I love hearing more about her ranch life, her punks, and, of course, her Marlboro Man. I spent an entire weekend reading her years of archives. Its pretty much all I did that weekend. But I dont consider it a waste. I love her that much.

So it will come as no surprise to you that I am super excited for this...

Having tried some of her recipes, I know this cookbook will be chock full of gems.

It is scheduled to be released at the end of October. And my birthday is in November.

I'm just saying....