It’s so close I can taste it…


My 1950’s housewife themed bridal shower is in a few short days…and I am so excited I can practically taste it.  I finished up all of the favors and table settings this past weekend, and boxed everything up so it can be put in the car.  I picked up some new makeup (black liquid liner and a new red lipstick) and I’m just waiting for my new belt to come in the mail.  I think I’m just about set! While the main feature of a shower is to receive gifts(which of course I’m thankful for), I’m mostly excited to have all of the ladies I love in my life with me for a few hours where we can eat and drink and laugh together (truth!).  And an excuse to dress up like it’s Halloween in July doesn’t hurt!

I can’t wait to share the photos and tutorial with you  guys over the next few weeks!


Cooking FAIL

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Picture via Failblog.org

So I was whipping up a recipe for my Foodie Fridays edition – something totally random that I had thrown together in the crock pot that I was hoping would turn out awesome and be worth passing it along to you guys.  It started out ok….chicken went it, some veggies, a can of cream of mushroom and cream of chicken soup (it was a lot of chicken breast) and some spices.  I turned it on low and went to bed.  I even woke up and remembered to take it out and leave it on the stove top so it could cool before Tom put it in the fridge before he left for work.

But that is where this recipe ends.  Because I never told Tom to put it in the fridge, and we are both the type to stayinbedtilthelastsecondthenruntoworkwithoutbreakfastorcoffee so I knew he would never even walk into the kitchen if I didn’t tell him to.  So at 2:28pm today I realized my mistake, and frantically texted “what are the odds you saw the crock pot and thought to put it into the fridge this morning???” but I already knew the answer.  So texting turned into google searching “how long can cooked chicken stay at room temperature” and although I got a few different answers, none of them were close to the 6 hour mark we were currently at.  

So I’m pretty sure we are having delivery for dinner for the next few nights because it’s going to take me a few days to get over this cooking fail.

In other news…I finally finished making the favors for my bridal shower!  But you’re not going to see them for a few more weeks since at least most if not all of my “loyal readers” are invited to the shower 🙂



Images via NYMag  by Ebet Roberts/Redferns

I am a big lover of many types of music.  Music was a huuuge influence in my life from a young age.  My parents always had music playing in the house…and the yard…and the car.  And like most teenagers, I spent many evenings blaring music in my bedroom, riddled with the typical teen angst….and blared it driving around town with my friends, thinking knowing I was the coolest.

One of my favorite bands of all time is the Beastie Boys.  It started 6th grade when we had a “free day” where it was a day filled with games and parties, and we were allowed to bring in cassettes from home.  A friend brought in Licensed to Ill, and we played “Girls” and “Paul Revere” on repeat all day. Of course, the Beastie Boys officially condemned their own song “Girls” and stopped playing it because of it’s misogynistic message later in their career, but at age 12 and not truly understanding the lyrics, I was hooked.
I had the pleasure of seeing the Beastie Boys in 1998 with Rage Against the Machine (another personal top 5 band of all time), and then again, two nights in a row in 2007 at Central Park and McCarren Pool in Brooklyn. That was their first show EVER in Brooklyn, and to say that hearing them play “No Sleep…til Brooklyn” in Brooklyn didn’t bring a tear to my eye would be lying.  
So the reason I decided to mourn the passing of Adam Yauch on my blog this week is not only to share with you my love of the Beastie Boys…but to let you in on a little secret.  Every time I’m doing anything crafty, I sing this song in my head. Every.Single.Time.

Anyone else feeling a little more than sad about MCA’s passing?  Sure, I went out to sing Whitney songs at a karaoke bar the week she passed…but I find myself truly mourning his death. Isn’t it amazing how someone you’ve never met can affect you sometimes? I feel an emptiness right now.

This is the best remix of all of his opening lines that I’ve found so far.  RIP MCA…you ARE missed!