Monthly Archives: October 2012

Tuesday’s lovely look, complete with a fall themed pedicure.

The Orpheum, way more fun than Starbucks.

My brother Patric and his wife Paige are visiting for the week and this means a few different things.
1. There is always really good snack food in the house.
2. I always have to put on a bra and can’t walk around in my undies.
3. I actually have things to do.
On Monday, after a barre video and walk with Scotti, we piled in the car and went to Marshalltown.
Four pedicures, a dirty chai, poking around Goodwill and loads of margaritas and Queso dip. It almost made it okay that I missed New Girl and The Mindy Project.
Almost.

drunk princess takes control

Drunk Muff

Have you ever made a really stupid drunk decision? One that will clearly effect your life for a while? Something along the lines of a one night stand or winning a wet t-shirt contest. Well, I got drunk and signed up for a half marathon.

The Disney Princess Half Marathon to be exact. What exactly was I trying to prove? No freakin clue. But now I have 125 days to not only turn my chubby self int a runner, but a long distance runner. Ew. I downloaded an app, 13.1 for Pink, to help me train. And signed up for bootcamp. I’ve already dropped 20 pounds and can run for FIVE WHOLE MINUTES without stopping, but that’s clearly not enough.

My new app, which better be worth $10.

Now I have 125 days to go from this:

Me, now. Chubby, but adorable.


to this:

Now to decide on a costume.

Miss Iowa USA

This past weekend was a busy one, filled with work and to-do lists. Sunday morning I got a text from my best friends mom, asking if I wanted to go to the second round of Miss Iowa USA and watch her daughter compete. Um, watch girls with big hair and pretty dresses? Yes please. I of course loved it. All those concave stomachs and thigh gaps make for swell workout inspiration. And I kinda think I need a pageant coach for my life.

And BTW, I looked superadorable. No surprise there.

English and her trophy

Necessary mirror shot

Cootie shot.

Boots are my obsession.

Dress: Lilly Pulitzer
Boots: Colin Stuart via Victoria’s Secret. (similar style)
Tights: HM
Cardigan: Merona via Target

I’m totally filing this outfit away for the next time I have to go to church, and I’ll clearly have to buy Lilly’s Cassie Slub dress in a few more colors. Darn.
Also, maybe I should start wearing jewelry. Maybe.

Pecan Bars

One of my favorite things about fall and Thanksgiving is Pecan Pie. Like, I could eat a whole one and be a happy turkey.
The only issue is, I suck at making pie. Thank God I found this recipe on Pinterest for Pecan Bars. They were deliciously simple, a hit with grownups and would probably bring you to foodgasm if served with vanilla ice cream. And I had ALL of the ingredients in my pantry. Like whoa.

I love a good foodgasm.

Pecan Bar

Bayou Brownies

Bayou Brownies

Last weeks youth group treat was another Pinterest find. I told myself recently that I wasn’t able to pin any more recipes, crafts of projects until I completed at least half of the ones that are already on my boards.
These Bayou Brownies, which are very similar to Paula Deen’s Ooey Gooey Butter Cake, were a total hit with the middle schoolers. I happened to enjoy the gluten/sugar/dairy filled bite that I had as well.

Paging Patti Stanger

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I’ve only reread the first two chapters of Patti Stanger’s book “BecomeYour Own Matchmaker” and I really need her to come to Iowa and give me some direction. I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS!

I’ve never actually had a “real” boyfriend. I’ve had boys I would call when I needed physical attention or an ego boost, boys who would take me to dinner when I was hungry and always knew my favorite DVDs. Hell, I have a baby daddy. But no ex-boyfriend. Does that put me ahead or behind all the other 25 year old girls?

Can you create a panel of men to tell me what I should do to improve my look? I can guarantee that all the males I know would mock me and probably encourage me to buy something ridiculous.

How much can I talk about my pets before it get weird?

Where do I find hobbies? Can I bake for him, or does that need to wait until after so many dates?

Should I send out a SurveyMonkey link to all the boys it didn’t work out with?

Does my cocktail of social anxiety and daddy issues make me superadorable or just whacko?

Should I keep living in my moms basement? Or should I focus on getting a big girl job and an apartment and moving somewhere else, before I work on falling in love?

Nutella Swirl Chocolate Chip Cookies

The Recipe

I discovered this recipe on Twitter last winter. No, I can’t tell you who originally posted it or any of that legal jazz, but I can tell you that I am so happy that person exists. I only bake mine for eight and a half minutes, because I fully believe that cookies should be chewy and soft, and used both white chocolate chips and regular chocolate chips.

Now, what should I make for youth group this week?