Kitchen Fails

This post should really be titled “Life Fails”…or at least “Blog Fails”. First on the list would be that time I promised you guys I was back and then disappeared for 2 more months. Second on the list would be the second time I promised you I was back, and then disappeared for, like, 72894617310 more months.

So this time, instead of promising I’m back, I’ll just tell you that 1. School is hard. 2. School is even harder when you’re 27 years old and far more interested in margaritas than you are homework (actually, that doesn’t sound any different than when I was 21 and in undergrad. Ok fine, 19. Whatever). 3. I solemnly swear that despite school, volunteering, work, and my super busy dating life, I will post recipes more often than I have been in the past year. P.S. that last part about my dating life is a lie but it’s fine because I like margaritas and my dog more anyway.

Speaking of my dog, I tried to make these uber fabulous + healthy pumpkin muffins for y’all last night by experimenting with some recipes. Batch #1 was so horrendous that the entire pan went straight into the garbage can. Well, the entire pan minus one, because I have no shame and ate it anyway. Batch #2 was a little less horrendous but still so bad that even my dog wouldn’t eat them. So today I gave up and ordered Thai food takeout and watched Law and Order: SVU because I am an adult but refuse to act like it.

I’ll try again tomorrow. Or something. And in the meantime, I’d hate for you to be left empty-handed, so here are two pictures of pretty pretty fall here in Seattle. They’re from my Instagram, which you’re welcome to follow now that it’s not private. Unless you’re one of those weirdo pages that posts pictures of women’s boobs and stuff. In that case, I’ll probably block you.

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Tuesday Shoesday

You guys.

I know I already posted a Tuesday Shoesday about booties. But I can’t.get.enough. There are two pairs in particular that have caught my eye, and try as I might to convince myself that my very strict budget does not allow for new pairs of shoes, I’m not sure I can hold out much longer. Side note: if you’re one of the people who has been tasked with helping me stay true to my budget, please pretend you never read this post.

First up? These Vince Camuto booties. My very fashionable coworker found these at Nordstrom Rack for a steal of a deal. I, of course, had no such luck. They’re so cute though that I’m tempted to pay full price.

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Another Vince Camuto pair that’s making my fingers itch to get out my credit card? These babies:

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Where is this bootie obsession even coming from? They’re so not my style. But I love them. So. Tell me. What’s a girl to do?

Happy Memorial Day: A Last Minute Trip to Our Nation’s Capitol

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Sometimes in life, you get the opportunity to do spontaneously crazy things like jump on a last-minute flight to Washington D.C. with your parents to surprise your little brother, who happens to be serving in the Marines and is stationed out there. These things are, of course, easier when your dad is the one flying the plane. So when he called on Friday night, asking if I wanted to hop on his flight to D.C. the next day, I couldn’t possibly turn down the opportunity.

And can I tell you something? Spending Memorial Day weekend in our nation’s capitol is special in itself, but spending the day at Arlington National Cemetery…even more so. Words can’t quite describe the feeling of standing amongst scores of peoples who all came for the same reason: to pay their respects to our country’s heroes. Passing by men in uniform who are missing their limbs (yes, plural) on such hallowed ground, watching the changing of the guards at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier…these are experiences that are next to impossible to describe. Humbling, sobering, inspiring.

So today, I’m thinking of all our country’s heroes, living and dead. I couldn’t be prouder to be the daughter, sister, cousin, niece, and granddaughter of a few such heroes.

To all who serve and have served, thank you. Your sacrifices will never be forgotten.