My phone thinks I'm ugly...

Hey there Sugarpuffs! I hope you've all been enjoying yourselves and making the most of these last days few days of summer!

Here's what I really want to know right now: is anybody else watching Bachelor Pad as annoyed by Sara's freaky facial expressions as I am? I seriously can't listen to a word she says...too busy watching her lips do that weird, distracting thing. What is that??


I finally made it into the Verizon store this past weekend to trade in my 2 year old HTC Droid not-so-Incredible for a phone that doesn't require a daily reset and doesn't send my girlfriends embarrasing 'honeybun' texts meant for my husband. (Yes, I know what you're thinking, but that's actually one of his less embarrasing Anyhoo, I assumed I'd be walking out with an iPhone, because really, what else is there these days? 'What else' is the Samsung Galaxy apparently, which I fell for after playing around with it for awhile. I was excited to get it home and set up the facial recognition lock, which I did immediately. The next morning, I picked up my phone, smiled at the camera, and got this message in red across the screen: "Sorry, I don't recognize you." I tried 5 or 6 more times. D*mn thing didn't work until I had finally finished getting ready for the day, mascara'd, blush'd and what-not. Really Galaxy? You don't recognize me without my makeup on?? Fail.


A week and a half into the semester, school is in full swing. Since I'm working on my nursing prerequisites, most of my classes over the last couple years have been sciences geared toward health-care professions: Biology, Microbiology, get the idea. While there have been plenty of nice, normal people in these classes, I've also noticed a few consistent "types" showing up...maybe you've met one or two?

The Sheldon (Big Bang Theory): He's smarter than you, and he really wants you to know it!  He takes 6 unit courses for "fun," enjoys totally inappropriate arguing debating with the instructors, and answers simple questions with statements that may or may not require translation into common English. May be limited to one per class. If you're lucky.


The Bachelorettes (The Bachelor): Making the grade is secondary to finding a man. Priorities, you know?
Not going to lie...I may or may not have started my school career as a Bachelorette.

The Dharmas (Dharma and Greg): Generally attend class in full yoga attire; may be carrying a hemp bag or Kambucha in a BPA-free recycled water bottle. It's all about the love, man.

The Hermiones (Harry Potter): Pick me, pick me! Frantic hand waving ensues each time the class is asked a question. They literally can't help themselves, and may frequently stop the instructor mid-sentence to ask for "clarification" or share a "personal story." Which may incite eye-rolling and frustrated sighs from the rest of the class.

The Reginas (Mean Girls): If you've ever gone to any school anywhere, then you know the type. Overheard on the first day of class: "So, she was always wearing these short-shorts and crop tops? So, like, of course she got raped! Duh, what did she think was going to happen?"  Whoa there, Mean Girl.

Have you gone to school with any of these "types?"

Me, Myself & I {part 2}

Currently, it is about 130 degrees outside. Or, well, at least high 80's.
And since I absolutely refuse to go for a run until it cools down to a reasonable temperature, I have plenty
 of time to work on round 2 of one of my favorite link-ups: Me, Myself and I with Breanna from

1. What would you attempt to do if you knew you could not fail? What wouldn't I do?? Fear of failure is one of my absolute biggest shortcomings. These days, I'm more aware of that and try not to let it hold me back so much. But still. If I knew I would be successful, here's what I'd do: climb a huge mountain. A really huge mountain. Become a gourmet cook. (Or at least a cook who can handle more than 10 ingredients.) Complete an Ultra Distance triathlon. Write a book. What would you do?

Mt. Shasta

2. If you had only 6 monthls left to live, what would you do with the time? Oh, sad question! I'd want to spend lots of time with my friends and family and hubby.  I'd have to get in some last adventures: an African Safari and a trip to Egypt would top my list. And of course I'd have to remember to teach Travis how to use the washing machine!

3. If a front page news article was written on you, what would the headline be? Honestly, I'm not really a front-page news kinda girl. I'm more of a Dear Abby...

4. What is your biggest pet peeve? Oh jeez, I probably have more pet peeves than a grouchy old lady with too many cats. We'll go top two for the sake of your sanity space. #1: oblivious drivers...pretty self explanatory. And my current #2? Flesh-toned leggings. From a distance they make it look like you're waist-down nekked, and since most of us really shouldn't be walking around in our birthday

5. What is your favorite chick flick movie? No contest. My all time fave chick-flick is The Sweetest Thing (unrated version.) Bestie's behaving inappropriately? Win! And the "Penis Song?" Omg. Plus, I have a total girl-crush on Christina Applegate in this movie. I just may have to go watch it right now.

What are you waiting for? Go on over and link up!

School, Cherry Tarts & The Relay for Life

Hi guys! After a little blogging slump I'm back, and feeling much cheerier. How are you all doing??

School is officially back in session! Would you believe that at my age I still get butterflies on the first day of class? I guess some things never change. But get ready guys, cause I'm pretty sure I'll be sharing all kinds of weird and wonderful physiology-related facts with you in the months to come. You lucky duckies! Any of you other bloggy ladies and gents hitting the books this semester?

This weekend I had the pleasure of taking part, for the first time ever, in the Relay for Life.  Our team was co-captained by my friend/coworker/fellow blogger Erin who did a phenomenal job organizing our booth and getting our other coworkers to show up. If you're not familiar with the Relay, check it out here. The American Cancer Society holds their 24 hour fundraising events all over the country with the goal of obliterating cancer. And who doesn't want to obliterate cancer?

I was "arrested" by the Sheriff's Department for crimes involving neon yellow shorts...

Our fundraising efforts included a bake sale at the event, for which I seriously considered purchasing my contribution at Safeway slaving over a hot stove for days and days. Ultimately, I decided to compromise with super simple, pretty much fool-proof cherry tartletts. I don't know if I've ever mentioned it, but cherry pie is my idea of heaven on earth. I love me some cherry pie. Love. I'm including my recipe, in case you'd like to give it a try. Disclaimer: this is not a low-cal or low-fat dessert. And you may be tempted to consume massive quantities. Don't say I didn't warn you!

Mini's Mini Cherry Tarts

What you'll need...

For the tart parts:
  • 2 cups flour
  • 1 1/2 cups quick oats
  • 1 1/2 cups sugar
  • 1 1/4 cups butter (softened)
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. In a mixing bowl blend flour, oats, sugar and butter with a fork until you have nice, small crumbles. Set aside about 1/4 of the mixture for topping. The rest will be used to make your tart bottoms, which you can do by firmly pressing a small spoonful of mixture into each cup of an ungreased mini muffin tin. Bake for approx. 7-8 minutes, or until edges are just beginning to lightly brown. When they've cooled a bit, remove and set aside. I recommend finishing all your tart bottoms before moving on to the really easy part: the filling.

For the filling:
  • 2 cans Lite cherry pie filling (you can substitute any fruit here, but why would you want to??)
  • 1/4 teaspoon cinnamon
  • 1 teaspoon almond extract
  • 1 T sugar
  • 1 teaspoon cornstarch
In a saucepan over medium low heat, combine your pie filling with the cinnamon, almond extract and sugar. When the filling warms up a bit, add the cornstarch and stir, stir, stir! You don't want any weird, white lumps floating around.

Time to pop some of those tart bottoms back in the muffin tin, adding a bit of filling to each. Top with some of the remaining crumble mixture and back they go into your 350 degree oven for approx 8 minutes, or just until crumbles begin to brown.

Serve in mini muffin cups for a little flare. Finally, go for a long run. This will allow you to mentally justify eating as many of these babies as you want. Bon appetiete! Makes around 5 dozen.

Just Because Friday

Hour 17

You know those women...
the ones who seem to find about a hundred and six hours in any given day?

The ones who somehow manage to work full-time jobs while raising beautiful children in spotless houses, squeezing in impressive amounts of crafting (which may or may not be sold on etsy), DIY and home-cooked meals, all the while remaining impeccably groomed, without so much as a wrinkle in their vintage thrifted ensembles...and somehow finding the time to blog about it?


I'm not one of those women.

In fact, I'd assume they were a completely mythological species if I didn't know one or two who came pretty darn close.

Forget crafting, and I don't even have kids. At best I seem to manage to get about 17 hours out of the day, which doesn't do math, I know.

The past several weeks of working 60+ hours a week, laundry, housecleaning, errands, finding quality time for the hubby and getting ready for school to start on Monday has left this girl plain exhausted. (Yep, I just said school. What? Don't all the 30-somethings you know go to school?? No? Ah well, guess I'm a late bloomer.) I'm working at finding balance, and at not feeling that I have to do everything perfectly all the time.

But it's hard! And right now, I'm just tired.

(It's okay btw, if you are totally judging me right now. I realize plenty of ladies out there are coping with lots more than I am and doing it like super-women. If one of those super-women happen to be reading, know this: You. Are. My. Hero!)

In any case, thanks for letting me vent! I wanted a chance to check in with you all, since I haven't gotten a post up in a few days and am waaay behind on answering your lovely comments. But I'll get there! I appreciate every. single. one of you.

Do you ever feel overwhelmed with life? Or are you a super-woman hero? Do tell!


Friday's Letters

The weekend is so close I can practically taste it!  Which means it's time to link up with Ashley for...


Dear DMV: Last week I visited you to renew my license, only to be shooed out of the building as the "system went down." This week I tried again. For an hour and a half I patiently waited for my number to be called. When I reached the counter you informed me that "Sorry ma'am, it's 4:35 and we don't give the test out after 4:30. You'll have to come back."  Are you kidding me?? What really confuses me about all this, DMV, is that you somehow have 15 "likes" on facebook. That just seems excessive. Even in a state of 33 million people.

Dear Hubby: Sometimes your job can be kinda dangerous and you had me on pins and needles this past weekend. I was so relieved that everything worked out okay, cause if you'll remember, you promised to live to at least 90 and I'm holding you to it!

Dear Self: I am not your biggest fan right now. You have totally fallen off the workout-wagon this week...what gives?? Every day you set your alarm early enough for a run before work, and every day you hit the snooze button like, 6 times. And that Smartie bender you went on? Probably not the best idea. You know they're like crack. Amazing, delicious crack. I'm not even talking to you about the Chinese dumplings. Next week must. Do. Better.

Dear Texas Fingers (you know who you are!): Don't let the man get you down. You're better than all of them and I've got your back!!

Happy Friday! Have you written your letters yet?

flying {Maui part 2}


The one thing I was absolutely set on during our trip was wanting to see the sunrise from the top of Haleakala (a volcano recently placed back on the "active" list) even though it meant leaving the hotel at the seriously ungodly hour of 2am. At 10,023 feet we were above the clouds and the view was spectacular. I wasn't quite prepared for how cold it was though -somewhere in the neighborhood of freezing- and my hands were shaking so much that it was tough to snap pictures!

And then of course, once the sun was up, how else to get back down to sea-level but mountain bikes?? It was an exhilarating ride - a little like flying...

1. Dressed up like 12 y/o BMXers 2. Clydesdales! 3.&4. Best pastry shop ever...

Horizontally Challenged

Do you ever feel like the whole world is moving on to polka dots
 while you're still totally stuck on stripes?


Maybe it's just me...and no, this isn't a metaphor for life, although I suppose it could be. I really am just obsessed with horizontal lines in all widths and colors. This "phase" started about 2 years ago with a navy and white tank I found at American Eagle and it's only gotten worse in the intervening months. A couple weeks ago, as I wandered around Forever 21 looking for some last minute stripes to sneak into my honeymoon suitcase, I noticed something: my beloved lines are in decline and spots are taking over.

What about you? Polka dots, stripes or over it?

Striped Tee: Kohls, Striped Skirt: F21, Striped Tank: Express

Friday's Letters & A Winner

You guys know what time it is, right? time for...


Dear Chevron: I got so excited the other day when I pulled up to the pump and saw that gas was down to $3.91 a gallon. Then I wanted to smack myself because, seriously?  That is still way too much to pay for gas!

Dear Hips: You are 35 not start acting like it! You may as well get to like -or at least tolerate- this whole running thing cause it's not going away.

Dear Dispatcher-who-shall-not-be-named: Please no more "sex voice" on the radio! I adore Marilyn Monroe and her breathy whisper but that's not exactly who I want sending me to a car crash.

Dear CalTrans workers: You have been "working" on the same piece of freeway for 4+ years. 4 years!? That's enough time to get a Bachelor's Degree, serve a term as President, or raise a kid from 0 to Kindergarten. What have you accomplished? Frankly, I'm getting tired of "slowing for the cone zone."   #endrant

Dear Readers: Thanks for hanging in there with what has apparently.turned into Friday's Letters: The Grumpy Edition! You guys are awesome! Guess I needed to get a few things off my chest... but maybe I can inject a little positivity here by announcing the winner of my Murad giveaway! Drumroll please.... aaaand the winner  is:

                                                               a Rafflecopter giveaway

Thanks to everyone who participated! Happy weekend!

we came, we saw, we ate a lot of banana bread {Maui part1}

Holy crap you guys! If you've never been to Hawaii, I demand that you add it to your bucket list! Immediately! I'm so glad we made the last minute decision to spend our honeymoon on the island of Maui. It is seriously the closest thing I've experienced to paradise: perfect weather, breath-taking scenery and friendly people. Not really knowing anything about the area we ended up on the touristy -but beautiful- Ka'anapali Coast.

Views from the hotel
As much as I love to lay out in the sun with a good mai tai, I also like to have "adventures" and fortunately for me, Travis is a willing participant. Our first adventure of the week was driving the infamous Road to Hana where we swam in the Seven Sacred Pools, explored sea caves bordering a black sand beach and hiked through a rainforest with the tallest bamboo trees I've ever seen!

Along the way we stopped (not once, but twice!) at roadside stands selling the most delicious, piping-hot, buttery banana bread...mmmm... oh, and the macaroons made with fresh coconut?? To die for.

On the way back to the hotel we were caught in a downpour and could not, for the life of us, get the top of the jeep to stay up. So we laughed, cranked up the tunes and enjoyed a beautiful rainbow...

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