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listen :: terrified

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I used to have a HUGE crush on Zachary Levi (can 35 year-olds still get crushes?). Not sure what happened with all that; I think he got a hair cut or a girlfriend or something. But did you know he can sing? This song is from 2010. He also sang in Tangled. I loved that movie. Uh oh, I feel another crush coming on.

In unrelated but still awesome news, I have a whole fridge worth of food prepped and ready for the week (**mom faints**). Me and my BFF (the beautiful Miss Emily) joined the Sunday Set-Up Club. Which you should check out if you are like me and hate cooking for one or never eat at all. Basically, the online plan has recipes (and workouts) laid out for you each week and you prep most of your food on Sundays so that everything is available for you to throw together during the week. I’m excited to see how it goes. I was impressed with the site’s user friendly interface. You can use the recipes that it generates or pick your favorites from the library. They’ve also got an image index of sorts that I think is really smart. Got broccoli? Click the image of broccoli and all the recipes with that ingredient show up for you. You can print the recipe’s directly from the site or generate a PDF to keep on file. Handy!

saying i do…

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Thanks for bearing with me the last 2 weeks or so with my video posts and whatnot. I’m happy to report that my workload is not what it was, and I finally can see the fog lifting. Mackenzie True had his first birthday last week, which I meant to post about with much fanfare but that did not happen. He’s graduated to big dog status and off the puppy chow, as it were. I am finding his quiet moments most enjoyable. We can now take naps together without bloodshed or hurt feelings. He and Cheese, the cat from across the way, had a bit of a falling out. But I know next time they see each other, all will be forgotten and they will wrestle and slobber, and wag their tails off. A new neighbor moved in next door and he has a dog named Napoleon. Mac peeps through the windows (stalker-esque) every night.

My best friend, Emily, sent me this cupcake pic over the weekend. I have been saying for about a year that on my 36th birthday I would like a cookie monster cupcake cake. But, now I would like an all muppet cupcake cake. I usually don’t make a huge deal out of my birthdays. If they weren’t completely awful (or ruined by He who shall not be named), I called that a success. My last big birthday was my 30th. There were a lot of balloons and alcohol, friends, strangers, even a piano which I may or may not have sat upon (ok, I did). Looking back, it’s like I was a completely different person. I was more open, less cautious, super smiley. But, I think that’s how it goes when you’ve been through something difficult like marriage/abuse/divorce. I’m much more settled now, but also a “tad” bitter (working on that) and defiantly independent (some things don’t change).

This year’s birthday (36) will mark my “other me” birthday. My divorce was final only a few days before my 29th birthday (lovely) and this year I will finally be on the other side of that relationship (apart longer than we were together) and I want a party, damnit. There are almost 4 months left to plan and I’m going to spend those months doing just that – and being awesome, and happy and saying “I do” to things, because I can. ((hugs))



image via cupcake occasions




			

	
	


				
					

				
					

				
					



	

		
					

		
happy singles awareness day!


				

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We’re On The Same Page from west elm on Vimeo.


Yeah, I know,  it’s Valentine’s Day. My plans include dinner with my soul mate and best ever friend, EMILY! She’s asked me to be her gal-entine. I feel all warm and fuzzy. Hope you have the warmest fuzziest loveywuvviest day today or at least get to scam some candy/cookies/flowers from the cubicle next door (sshhh…she won’t notice).

			

	
	


				
					



	

		
					

		
back to the start


				

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This ad was my favorite part of the Grammy’s. More like this please. It almost erases the scary part of the show where I ate the peach and forgot everything then woke up to rave monkeys dancing with Chris Brown, giant disco ball mouse heads with winking LED eyes, and Nikki Minaj in some kind of gaga-esque exorcist FAIL… (shudders). 


Now, who wants a burrito?