If You Look Over My Shoulder…

Hello Lovelies,

This week, if you were to peer over my shoulder, this is what you’d find me reading:

#1 The Beauty Department’s New Nail How To

#2 J.D. Salinger’s Nine Stories


#3 The Menu at Gobble Cakes!

#4 This Tip at Smart Pretty and Awkward

#5 This Elbow Patch DIY from A Beautiful Mess

#6 Pretty much anything on Thought Catalog

 & as an Added bonus: You’ll find me listening to this as I pound through my work week:



Happy National S’mores Day

Hey There Sweets,

So I learned from Lauren Conrad‘s twitter feed that today is National S’mores Day. Who knew? In honor of the day I’m going to share my three most memorable s’mores moments.


1. I was twelve and three days into a spring break camping trip with the parentals. The glory of catching my first catfish was fading fast and being the cool kid that I was, I didn’t have a cell phone yet. Needless to say the boredom was creeping in like your mother in your bedroom when you bring a boy home for the first time. Completely unwanted, but expected. As the sun nestled itself against the Blue Ridge blanket of mountains, the girl in the next cabin came over and invited me to join her family for s’mores. Her name was Anna and we became quick friends. On the sixth day of our camping trip I woke up to a sticky note on our door with Anna’s address. I had my first pen pal.

2. Another camping trip, another spring break. I was eighteen and in love. I’d helped him pitch the tent, and watched him up blow up an air mattress. If he’d proposed right then, stooped with the air pump between his knees, his biceps flexing on the down counts, I would’ve said yes. We took a break to cool down in the lake, our skin smelling like off brand bug repellent, sweat and musky lake water. When we made fire, we high-fived before he scooped me up into one of those hugs where they lift you off the ground and you feel like you belong in an american eagle ad. Probably extremely resemblent of the first time man-made fire, I’m willing to bet. I ate the marshmallows faster than he could roast them, but when we finally did make a few good s’mores, we wondered why in the world people make these in the woods. It’s messy as hell, just like love I suppose.

3. It was my second semester of college. Flanked by my two best friends, I knelt in soot at the opening of an outdoor fireplace on campus. We’d bought fire wood at the Kroger up the road, but hadn’t splurgged for the easy start kind that’s marinated in whatever to make it faster to get the fire up and going. Big mistake. Despite my experience starting a fire with the boy, I didn’t know a damn thing. Neither did my two best girls, obviously. It took us forty-five minutes and an entire roll of paper towels (I’d seen my dad use them when grilling) to finally get a flame worthy enough of roasting a couple marshmallows. We let out a few celebratory howls, licked the inevitable mess off our fingers and cheersed to our womanhood. Stuffing the little chocolatey sandwiches into our mouthes we discussed how we could make it in the wilderness… with a candle-lighter and a few dozen paper towels… It was a bonding moment for sure.

One last thing, a little tip if you will: Next time you make s’mores, try a few with Reeses instead of chocolate bars, so freaking delicious, you can thank Anna for that one.


No Abuse with that Burger Please

Hello Ladies and Gents,

Left and right the culinary world is exercising their right to take positions on more than margarine vs, butter. Recently Chic-fil-A added homophobia to their recipe. Now restaurants across America have added abuse to their mix. Ms. Magazine blog reported an uprising of ignorant business owners capitalizing off of their trivialization of domestic abuse.  Right: a chalkboard window display proves food & beverage establishments should stick to their day jobs and leave the comedy to those without such a sick sense of humor.

Moral of the story: There is no such thing as a funny joke about domestic abuse, so don’t bother.  25% of women will experience domestic violence in her lifetime. That’s nothing to laugh at, or capitalize from.

Help? Whether you need help, or you want to give help you can find shelters here. You can use your dollar to put an end to domestic abuse here, and you can learn more about how and what you can do to help here.

To read the original article at Ms. Magazine Blog, click here.

You can’t buy happiness but…

you can make these, and that’s good enough for me.

Hello ladies and gents,

My sweet tooth is screaming. I just ate a spoonful of frozen Nutella and  I’m still pretty unsatisfied. So in honor of ole sweetie, here is bake-able joy.

Get the directions here (yay! Happiness!)

Thanks to Liz at Say Yes to Hoboken for the sweet post! Enjoy!


Life as a Working Woman Pt. 3

Okay cats,

Just showered and had dinner after a long second day at work. (emphasis on long) I’ll start from the beginning. Well, I stopped by the McDonald’s across from the bus stop for breakfast, but also for my first wake-up call that I wasn’t in Carolina anymore. I walked in looking forward to a nice warm and salty country-style ham biscuit. Unfortunately, I was given a Canadian Bacon biscuit, that despite it’s exotic name, left much to be desired.  Oh to be beneath the Mason-Dixon again… but I digress.

Once I got to work, we started things off with a pretty long and draw out conference call, half of which was the director telling an unknown office to put their phone on mute, he got pretty frustrated. (the task at hand here was keeping a straight face).  After successfully not falling asleep or laughing during the call, we got to work. Once again I talked to some awesome people ( and some not so awesome people ), but this time I’m not sure if I made quota. Luckily, I did so well yesterday I have some wiggle room. Only time will tell if I did half as well today or not, here’s hoping! Finger’s crossed!

The highlight of the day was definitely making a few friends in the office. It turns out a few of my coworkers live in my neighborhood, so we chatted about getting together on our day off, so that’s exciting! Yay first friends in the city!

After work the company wanted to take everyone out for a meal (  incentive to socialize with your co-workers) and while I was totally down, after five and half hours on my feet, my legs were killing me and I honestly don’t think I had another smile in me.  So, I headed back home. Fortunately, there’s another office dinner outing next week, so I’ll definitely attend! I mean, how nice is it that the company wants to buy the entire office dinner once a week?

Anyways, while the day wasn’t so bad, the minutes did seem to tick by like months. And, by the end of he day my face was a mess. Tips for all day drugstore makeup? Please and Thank you!

Sorry this post wasn’t so interesting, I’ll try to take note of the more thrilling parts of my day tomorrow! ;)


P.S. Since my day wasn’t so exciting, here’s a wishful video for tomorrow and you.  Enjoy the music, have a laugh at the video. Ohh fashion of the early two-thousands…