Goodbye, and I Love You

I think we’ve all known this is coming for a while (you know…it’s been a month since I last posted).

I’ve had this blog going for three years, ever since I decided to take pictures of the apple pie I was making and share it with the world (though “the world”, at the time, was my mother).


What an absolutely gorgeous picture.

I loved blogging.  It was a great way to hone a creative side of myself that I hadn’t seen ever since I was accepted into Studio Art in eighth grade, to occupy empty hours in Long Island while my husband was locked away in the dental lab, and to stay connected to my family and friends that seemed a million years away.


I learned that I loved photography.

And I also learned that I could slave away at an oven for hours, arranging the perfect food photo, when all you really wanted to see was my cats.


But I get it, man, I really do.

My cats are awesome.


I learned that taking pictures of and for my friends and family is really important to me, especially when they live far away.



Like when I moved to Rochester and left all these guys behind.


And you got to see my photography skills improve.


Guys…it’s hard to make a raw egg not look disgusting. “Process” pictures are not easy.


Right? That’s better…right?

You saw me go to South Africa (and almost get run over by an elephant.  Really).


You met Emerson before he ever flew from California to live with us.



Welcome to my planet. You will be happy here.

You got to hear me whine about things that annoy me, humblebrag about what I was eating and doing, and basically just share my most inane thoughts.


Now that I know what humblebragging is…I’m sorry.

Actually, I’m not really sure why you guys even read this thing.  But somehow I went from one reader (hi, mom) to over four thousand views a day (though there’s no telling how many of those are, indeed, my mom).  That’s not a lot for some of those big blogs out there, but I never intended for this blog to become one of those (insert humblebrag).  I never really intended for it to be anything except a place where, hey–cats!


I learned about green monsters, decorating cupcakes, how to slice steaks against the grain, and cook pork to 145 degrees (yeah, it should be pink inside).


This is not steak or perfectly cooked pork.

And how people in real life love me more when I bring them cookies.


I discovered this whole world of other people’s blogs and lost whatever free time I had left.


And mostly, I learned that if you love something, you’ll let it go.

(Just kidding.  I felt like this post was getting a little more dramatic than it needed to be).


Don’t you think this picture is perfect for so many moments?

All in all, I love blogging, I love you, but I just don’t feel like doing it any more.  And instead of continuing to force this blog to limp sadly along (see: the last year), I’m going to close up shop and not feel guilty about not posting.

I’m gonna leave the blog up for now (hey, some very nice people are still paying me–a few pennies–for page views), mostly because this blog has served as a giant recipe book for all the things I want to make again.  Plus, this is like the world’s most time-intensive diary.

The good news: you can follow me on Instagram (laurenzietsman) if you still want to see pictures of the cats.  I’m a woman obsessed and I’m not ashamed to admit it.


Goodbye, and I love you!


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Mendon Ponds Park

I have been really enjoying life in Rochester lately (especially today, with a high of 68 degrees!).  In western and upstate New York, the weather is just beautiful in the late summer and (I know it’s too early to be thinking this, but–) early fall.


Fritz and I have negotiated our way through some recommended restaurants and all the parks in the nearby area.  Some places we’ve loved:


The Gate House: a seriously delicious eatery that we’ve frequented several times due to repeated demands of guests to try the Wegman–a lamb burger with feta and mint relish.  I’m normally not much of a salad girl when I go out to eat (um, hello, not wasting my infrequent trips out on some lettuce), but I couldn’t resist trying the Powdermill on a ridiculously hot day–roasted beets, peppered goat cheese, and grilled asparagus with a balsamic reduction.  Easily the best salad I’ve ever had.

Espada (Brazilian Steak): expensive, but worth it for a treat.  Major props to those who can keep their jeans buttoned after a steakhouse like this.  I almost ate them out of house and home when it came to the grilled pineapple (with a burnt sugar glaze–to die for).  I think I impressed my dad with my ability to put away food here.  Mom and Dad took me here when they were up in Rochester for the PGA and Bills training camp. Notably, here’s Fritz’s reaction when he realized that he wouldn’t be able to go to Espada with us (he had another dinner engagement):


John’s Tex Mex: casual, spicy, and filling–basically everything you could want in Tex Mex, all in the South Wedge area.  I loved the vibe of the place, and this place is light on the wallet but not on the cheese.

The Daily Refresher: a self-titled “gastro-lounge”, this place is (luckily) walking distance from our apartment and was recently renovated and filled with gorgeous antiques.  They serve a killer mojito (and have quite a few more sophisticated drinks like a house charcoal bourbon).  They also have a new food truck that serves hot and tasty french fries, which draws me like a moth to a flame when I’ve had a drink or two late at night.

Aside from eating, we’ve been ambling around all of Rochester’s parks (and I actually managed to run to, around, and from Cobbs Hill Park yesterday, which is why I may not move off the couch for a week until my hamstrings return to their normal pliability).

Here’s a few pictures from Mendon Ponds Park, which may be my current favorite outdoor destination since they have a variety of (relatively well-marked) trails so I can choose how far I feel like walking and how to best avoid walking up any sort of incline.










What else has been going on here?  Emerson has been sick and sneezing (so cute!) but is feeling better–however, I just heard Henry sneeze three times rapid-fire, so he may be next.  My great friends Breanna and Zev came for a visit.  I go to Calgary next week for the only real time-off I’ve had (not counting two days for Christmas and when Fritz graduated) all year, and I plan on reading ten thousand books and drinking an equivalent amount of wine (and lots of catching up with the in-laws). Work is good, job is good, blah blah blah.  Oh, just bought some new conditioner to try!  Need to get a hair cut in the worst of ways.  I’m still wearing a watch held together with rubber bands because I keep forgetting to go buy a new one.  I also have three pairs of sunglasses in my car, all broken in various ways–but I will have time to go to the mall tomorrow between kiddos.  Did I mention that Rochester has an Anthropologie?  Closest I’ve been to one since working in it in Westchester county! I almost ate an entire bag of Flips today (I believe it was four or five servings?) because I was craving chocolate in the worst way.


I’m craving some again because I made the terrible decision to watch Revolutionary Road while blogging and now I need a serious pick-me-up…though Kate Winslet is my idol and I wish I could wear blonde hair and red lipstick the way she does.

Yeah.  And this is happening right now in the other room:


Pretty sure that Emerson is smirking.  Also pretty sure these cats love Fritz four hundred thousand times more than they love me, though I’m 98% sure (based on an episode of House) that this is because he generates more heat, not because I am an inferior pet parent.  Thoughts?

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A recipe!  For real!

Except that I forgot to take a picture of the finished soup actually plated (bowled?) in a bowl, even though I ate this for dinner on three separate occasions.


So you get to see it in the pot.

Styling tip #1 for soup: put it in a bowl.  A cool bowl, with a cool spoon.  Because soup just isn’t really that pretty.

Spicy Gumbo (recipe adapted from Allison Fishman’s You Can Trust a Skinny Cook)

  • 2 chicken breasts
  • 3 T Cajun seasoning (chili powder, paprika, garlic, oregano, cayenne)
  • 1/2 C vegetable oil
  • 3/4 C all-purpose flour
  • 1 large onion, diced
  • 2 bell peppers, diced
  • 4 stalks celery, diced
  • 6 C chicken broth
  • 1/2 lb andouille sausage
  • 1 can diced tomatoes (14-oz), drained
  • 4 cloves garlic, minced
  • 2 T dried parsley
  • 3 bay leaves
  • 1 T Worcestershire sauce

Pat the chicken dry with a paper towel, dice, dredge in the Cajun spice mix, and sauté over medium heat until browned and cooked through.  Set aside.

I was slightly scared to make a roux (and appropriately so, as you’ll read later), but this recipe makes it pretty simple.  Heat the oil in a large soup pot over medium heat and add the flour.


Constantly stir the flour until it turns a milk chocolate brown (this should take about 12 minutes, according to Ms. Fishman, though I was being very cautious with the heat and it took me more like 15-16).


Add the diced onion and continue to stir until it turns dark chocolate brown.  This took only a minute or two more for me, and was bubbling furiously the whole time.  Be careful not to let it cook past the dark chocolate phase, because you don’t want it to burn.  If you do burn it, throw it out and start over.  It can’t be fixed.


Add the pepper and celery and stir until all the veggies are softened, another five or six minutes.


Slowly whisk in the broth–do this over the course of three to five minutes, giving the broth time to thicken as it heats up.  I did it much faster than this, and the roux and broth separated and I spend the next five minutes googling “separated roux” and “did I ruin my life” until it all came together again.

I didn’t take a picture of the separated roux because I really thought I ruined it, and didn’t plan on blogging it.  Basically it looked disgusting, but if this happens to you–it’s okay!  Keep stirring!

Add the chicken, sausage, garlic, bay leaves, tomatoes, parsley, and Worcestershire and simmer for 20 minutes.  I did not brown the sausage first (the recipe didn’t call for it) but might next time, just to drain out a little fat and so I can eat half of it before I add it into the soup.


Just kidding.  Well, I never mean to do it, but I do.

Season with salt and pepper to taste, and enjoy!


This soup was spicy, mostly because the sausage I bought was hot! hot! hot! fresh from the regional-market-burly-sausage-making-men.  I think Fritz actually broke an upper-lip sweat eating this, but he’s not a big fan of hot (hot-spicy, not hot-temperature, obviously) food.

For us spicy food lovers, you can always add some extra cayenne or hot sauce to jazz it up a little, if you want.

Styling tip #2 for soup: drain out some of the broth so you have more “stuff” in the bowl and less liquid.  No example of this here, obviously.


Styling tip #3: natural fibers (woven mats, wooden cutting boards) always give a great texture that make boring pictures look interesting without clashing with all the colors of soup.


However, I can’t put anything down in this house without a cat jumping on it.


It’s obnoxious how cute he is, though.

Also, my sister, brother-in-law, and niece are back in California.  As a way to work through my emotions, I present you more pictures of the happy family.



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Some family things going on here, friends.

1.  It is my dad’s birthday.

Happy birthday, Dad! IMG_2737

How you managed to survive this long with such a gaggle of girls (okay, women now) around you, I will never know.  But here you are!

You tried to instill a sense of athleticism in all of us from a young age, but realized that you failed miserably in most of us (all of us?) but have been able to rally and become our biggest fan at our concerts and shows and blog posts.


From knock-down, drag-out fights over tank tops and computer time to a steady stream of boyfriends, breakups, fiancés, and weddings…you’ve made it.  But you’re only halfway done with the wedding part (good luck!).

So here’s to the next many, many years (even though you try to give me heart attacks by making death jokes all the time)–happy birthday!

2) You’ve seen one of my younger sisters, Kristen, on here many times.  Here she is with her perfectly compact brindle dog, Gil:

IMG_2823Well, her beloved (by all) boyfriend Brian of many years (who recently graduated Ranger school, by the way) was deployed to Afghanistan a few days ago.

IMG_2936Prayers for him and for her would be appreciated.

IMG_2938I can’t even imagine what it feels like to be in that position (his or hers), and I know many of you have probably experienced similar times.  Any words of wisdom?

IMG_2947What a handsome couple, though, am I right?

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Roasted Garlicky Green Beans

I love my new job–I work with babies and kids in their homes and schools, working on rolling and running and walking and playing and jumping and overall just having a fun time.  I do a lot of driving around Rochester, which is nice because I’m getting to know the city really fast.  But let me tell you this–there’s a huge difference between doing my job in 75 degree heat and doing in 95 degree heat.   I love my job in 75 degrees–in 95 degrees, I just try not to die.

The “heat wave” (otherwise known as summer) has also made me avoid cooking anything other than egg sandwiches and PB&Js for the last few weeks.  Then the most magical weather event of all time–a summer cold front!–rolled on in and we enjoyed a few days of high 60′s and low 70′s.

Now I am seriously ready for fall and pumpkin spice and apple picking and the glory that is autumn in upstate and western New York, even though I know it’ll be back up in the 80′s later today.  And I managed to turn on the oven!


Though I’m sure many of you don’t need a recipe for this, I saw the idea in a magazine or FoodGawker a year or two ago and couldn’t believe I hadn’t tried it before.  Sometimes I need ideas shoved right into my face.

Roasted Garlicky Green Beans

  • 2 lbs green beans, washed and trimmed
  • 3 T olive oil
  • 3-4 cloves garlic, finely minced (I won’t be mad if you add even more)
  • sprinkle of salt (you can add more as you need it later)


Preheat the oven to 400 degrees.  Combine all ingredients in a large bowl and toss–It’s much easier to get even coverage to just take the time to toss it first, rather than trying to smother everything while it’s on the baking sheet.


Spread out on two baking sheets, and bake close to the top of the oven until browning and tender, about 10-15 minutes, switching the pans halfway through and stirring the beans around once or twice.


As the garlic roasts, it gets sweeter and less garlicky, though you definitely know it’s there.  You probably don’t want to make this on a first date…but four years of marriage in and I think we are good to go.

Season with more salt to taste if needed, but be aware that the green beans do shrink down considerably when baking, so don’t go too crazy with the salt in the beginning.



And be aware of cats underfoot.


I love the rug in this room, and the light that comes through the window is perfect for pictures.  We have new (to us) bentwood chairs to replace these antique church folding chairs you see here that were a little too short for the table.  I was thinking about adding fabric seats to the folding chairs for future extra seating use, but we will see how crafty I feel like being.


I did do my first reupholstery project–this is an old stool/flip side table my parents had from ages ago.  I didn’t take a before photo (not like I have a blog or anything) but here’s the finished project from my Instagram:


Have a great weekend!

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A New Camera!

All of the stars aligned, and I am now the proud owner of a new (to me!) camera!

Someone living near my parents was selling their old Canon 5D Mark II, and since Fritz has been borrowing my camera for his dental photography (yep, that’s a real thing), we saved our tax refund from last year for just a moment such as this.

Once we evaluated the overall sketchiness (or non-sketchiness) of the man selling the camera (clues: he had the original paperwork for the camera, was very knowledgable about the camera and the accessories, he suggested we meet in a public place), and tried it out, we were happy to hand over the cash.

And now I just have to figure out what the h-e-double hockey sticks I’m doing.

Luckily, I just happen to have the perfect model in town (sick of my non-food blogging yet?):

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Mom and dad (just happened to have on coordinating outfits):


And dad took me on his weekly tour of the grounds–checking out his garden (aka my CSA for the year).

IMG_2475So far I really see a huge difference with this camera, mostly things that probably wouldn’t be obvious to the average person but make getting a good pictures a thousand times easier.  The pictures of Liana and my dad (“Papa”) on the couch were taken in a pretty dark living room without any additional lights on–and on a rainy day to boot.  Even with the ISO turned up much higher than usual, I was able to get pictures that weren’t terribly grainy.  Focusing is also much easier, especially since I recently (okay, this morning) learned how to back-button focus.

The full-frame also makes it a lot easier to fit people into my view (what am I trying to articulate here?) without having to stand across the room.  The lens I use is a 1.4 50mm, which does mean sometimes I have to run half a mile to get everyone into a picture.

Clearly I have a lot to learn and get used to, but so far I’m loving it–nothing like new equipment to get you excited to take pictures!


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Blog (and Life) Updates

So torn if I should start out with blog announcements or pictures of my beautiful niece in town from the West Coast and my little sister graduating high school.

Guess I’ll mix it all in.



IMG_2900And blogging:

I’m coming back.

Back to a domain near you, folks!

IMG_3072(I like to throw in a few cats, too).

But cats, nieces, and sisters aside, the blog is definitely headed in a different direction.

Several people have inspired me to return to A Full Measure of Happiness.

  1. My grandpa mentioned (during the graduation dinner pictured below) that he liked having my blog to read so he could keep up on some family activities (I read this between the lines to mean “the world needs more cat pictures!!!!!!”);IMG_2954
  2. An incredibly thoughtfully written post (inspired by my very own mother!) written by Leah Ferguson just really made me miss putting some effort into writing–and saying meaningful things (as you can tell by this post); and
  3. A few emails from readers reminding me that, hey, people like me.  They really really like me.


But with all that said, things are a-changin’ around these parts.

And it’s okay if you don’t like that.  I understand that a lot of you signed up for this thinking that it was a food blog that I visited more than once every moon cycle.

But I just can’t do that right now.  And rather than giving up blogging all together because I can’t stand up under the pressure of making sure I have new recipes every day (and sacrificing time with the people I love most to create said recipes), I’m gonna change this blog.

IMG_2903(hey Jordi).

I’m going to try to commit to blogging once a week.  Quite a change from the early days of this blog when I actually managed to post almost every day for months at a time.  And perhaps more importantly, I’m not going to promise food.

I want to write about my life and what’s going on with my family and friends (and mostly my cats).

It’ll be more of a personal thing, I guess.  And that’s why I’m saying it’s cool if you aren’t coming along for the ride.  If you want to unsubscribe, there’s a button on the right where you enter your email address.  If you want to stay, cool!   I’d love to have you.

There will be food sometimes (I mean, a girl’s gotta eat–and I do still like to cook, after all), and I can promise that the cats will figure prominently.



Other than that, who knows what will happen here.  Who knows whatever vapid thoughts might pass through my head and be deemed worthy (how narcissistic can I get, right?).


Oh! And if things go well (fingers crossed, please!), I might be buying a new (to me) camera tomorrow!  So I can also promise a heck of a lot of pictures.







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What We’ve Been Up to Lately

I received a really sweet and honest email from a reader a few minutes ago, and it inspired me to check in and say “hi” in a few minutes of downtime.  I have a few minutes until Fritz gets back from a very important errand (it involves ice cream) (nope, not pregnant!), and since the cats are busy chasing each other back and forth and sliding willy nilly on our apartment’s hardwood floors (funniest thing since…well, sliding cats are pretty funny), this seemed the opportune time.

So this’ll just be a picture-heavy post of our last few weeks.

First and foremost, Fritz graduated dental school!  And not to brag or anything (actually, totally bragging), he won four awards for overall awesomeness in everything that he worked so hard for.  I am very, very proud.


His family and my family all joined us in Long Island for a long (good long, not bad long) weekend celebration, and it was awesome.  It was his sister’s birthday (the big 3-0!) and our 4th anniversary that weekend, too, so lots of fun times to have together.

Also, his sister caught a frisbee with more grace than anyone ever has before. Ever.


We spent some great times with our friends before we moved–some of the Long Island crew:


And our original best Long Island friends who now live in another state…and had the cutest baby boy of all time:


We managed to have some good times with my family in Syracuse, too.


What a weird and wonderful group, huh?


Then we finally got down to moving!  Here’s some apartment/cat pics (these are mostly–okay, all–from Instagram, so if you follow me there then you’ve seen these already).

So nice to be back in CNY/WNY:


Our bedroom, with a wheel I pestered my dad relentlessly to give (ahem, lend) me from some old farm equipment in the barn:



Fritz rebuilding some of our furniture:


Cats, galore:



Gallery wall Fritz hung over our couch (it looks a lot better with the rest of the living room in the picture, and when you see how much of the wall it actually takes up):


I’ve already started at my new job (I work primarily with babies and preschoolers) and have lots of settling in and scheduling to still figure out.  It always takes so long to get accustomed to a new job, but I’m starting to feel a little less freaked out and slightly more comfortable.

I do miss my old co-workers, too.

So far we are loving Rochester, even though it has rained non-stop for what feels like at least a year.  I know that we’ll feel even more at home once we have some friends here (hello…Rochesterites?).

Anyway, Fritz just made it back with my ice cream (cookie dough, of course) so it’s time for a movie date and some photo editing.  Hopefully I’ll be back more regularly (though probably never again daily!) in a few weeks.

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Just Some Projects

For those of you who follow me on Instagram or Facebook, you’ve probably seen all these pictures (or most of them).  But I thought I’d share some of my latest projects, since we’ve been too busy packing/meeting with friends/organizing/cleaning to cook or even consider turning on my oven.

I found this project from Pinterest on how to make a t-shirt rag rug.  We are moving to an apartment with all hardwood floors, so I thought I’d kill two birds with one stone–make a cute little throw rug, and get rid of some t-shirts at the same time.


The tutorial I used is absolutely perfect, so I won’t even try making my own.  Just go here to see it.


The cats are in love with this rug.

Next I refinished an old dresser that we’ve had for a few years and have just been putting up with.


I used a bunch of different resources to figure out what to do.  The basic gist of it was:

  1. Removed the hardware and filled the holes with sawdust+wood glue (can also just use wood filler).
  2. Sanded the whole thing down, using a DeWalt random-orbit sander I borrowed from a friend (which worked so well! I sanded the entire dresser in a few hours) with minimal arm soreness.  Cleaned off all the dust.
  3. Primed with a latex primer (one coat).  We bought an “oops” can that someone rejected that was a light gray color for $5.00!  Score.
  4. Painted with a latex water-based paint (Valspar in London Coach)–three coats.  I lightly sanded between each paint layer with 220-grit sandpaper and cleaned the dust off.
  5. Finished with three layers of water-based (so it doesn’t yellow) polyurethane (Minwax).  I sanded between each of these layers as well, but not the last.
  6. Fritz added new hardware, which we changed the placement of.


Sounds time consuming, but I just moved the dresser to the basement and did one layer of paint a day.  I also let it “cure” for a long weekend before moving it back inside and putting anything on it.


I have to say, the finish feels really strong and awesome–you can easily wipe it clean and I’m not really nervous to scratch it.  It just feels so solid, and not at all tacky.

My last project is the antique dental cabinet I found in my landlord’s basement.  I knew it was some kind of medical cabinet, but you can imagine how happy I was to find out it belonged to a dentist–and even happier when my landlord said she’d be happy for me to take it off her hands (for free!).


I had to clean off a thick and really disgusting layer of grime and sticky tape reside, but now it looks a million times better.  There’s some bald spots where the paint must have been removed by the tape that some smartie-pants must have used on it at one point.


At some point I’m gonna try to match the paint and buy new hardware for this too.

I’ve had lots of fun making some new stuff, and I’m sure we will attempt a lot more projects after we move at the end of this month.

And of course–Happy Mother’s Day to my amazing mother!

315324_628036338444_7012550_nI can’t imagine life without my mom.  For more pictures of my absolutely gorgeous mother, check out this birthday post from last year!


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Carrot Cake Cupcakes

Hey!  It’s been so long since I’ve dropped by that my own blog doesn’t even recognize me–I had to sign in and remind my laptop to keep me logged in.  I haven’t even been around to delete the weird fact-filled spam comments I’ve got a million of lately.


There are so many things racing around in my mind right that I don’t even know where to start.  If I’m not going to blog as frequently, I may have to start keeping a real life paper diary, cheap gold key and all.

Perhaps a list to keep us all organized?

  1. When I wrote my blog post about stepping back and not blogging as often as I was, some of you guys wrote me some really awesome stuff.  Thank you from the bottom of my heart.  It made me feel loved, and it made me want to keep blogging.
  2. Carrot Cake Cupcakes.  I’ve used this carrot cake recipe (completely unaltered) since I learned how to use the internet.  Sam, wherever you are, thank you.  You paved the way to my in-laws hearts when I made (and even when I slightly over baked) this cake for my father-in-law’s birthday.  Just bake for less time when making cupcakes (20 minutes or so?  I can’t exactly remember).  I shall continue to put pictures of these throughout the entire post. IMG_2105
  3. For some reason “throughout” just looked so wrong to me, but I Googled it and we’re all good.IMG_2081
  4. Since I last wrote in this blog, I have been offered (and accepted!) a new job in Rochester, finally working exclusively with kids!  Should be a drastic change that I hope I am ready for.
  5. We also put a deposit on an apartment right in the middle of downtown.  I think it’ll be fun to be able to walk to bars and restaurants–and try my hardest not to live like my inner geriatric cat lady tells me I should (nougat, anyone?).IMG_2090
  6. I struggle a lot with anxiety, especially when there’s a big change (even a positive one) lurking around the corner.  Even silly things that really don’t matter (Should I book a flight? Should I drive? What day should I take off work?  Will they think I’m taking off too many days?  Maybe I should take off another day if I plan on driving.  Don’t I kind of deserve a vacation?  Why do people always think they deserve things?  Will I have time to make that cake I said I’d make?  How much should I charge?  What if I can’t remember which chocolate cake recipe I used and liked last time?  What if they don’t like it?  Are they expecting some crazy professional cake?  Is this tape strong enough to hold the box closed after it’s packed?  Is so-and-so mad at me?  Did I say something awkward or accidentally not invite someone to something?) are constantly wheeling around in my head.  Most days I am excellent at ignoring it all.  Other days I come home and watch thirteen episodes of Chopped because I don’t know which thought to start acting on.
  7. Irish breakfast tea.IMG_2097
  8. Why in God’s name would a makeup (poll: makeup, make-up, make up?) company ruin a perfectly respectable product by calling it a “Chubby Stick”!??1?!  I love it but can never buy it again without feeling like a creepy ex-frat boy trying to be relevant and cool.IMG_2092
  9. I’ve been trolling Pinterest for ideas to decorate our new apartment, and a lot of it revolves around painting some furniture.  A project I’m excited about but kind of dreading is painting a kitchen table and chairs.  Excited to have real chairs (oh yes, we currently have stools), but so not looking forward to sanding all those legs.  Any success stories to motivate me?IMG_2085
  10. Henry and Emerson’s honeymoon phase is over.  They are definitely no longer best friends, but can still tolerate each other for the most part–until 5:30 in the morning and at night (an hour before they eat).  Then Henry runs around hissing at Emerson and smacking him in the face as if Emerson is a one-cat brigade standing in between his breakfast/dinner.  Emerson is too laid back to care at the moment.

Shaky cat truce:



Menacing death trot:


Anyway, I have a book and a mug of tea calling my name.  What’s going on inside your brain today?


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