Halloween, If I Liked It

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I notoriously am not a fan of Halloween. Perhaps it’s the effort of picking a costume. Perhaps it’s not wanting to be scared. Perhaps it’s the desire to stay inside where it is warm instead of wearing a coat over the costume I just spent a week of thought-energy on.

I can’t even remember what I did last year. Not a surprise but it’s also a demonstration of my general apathy for the holiday. The year before last I was an engaged Kate Middleton. I did everything right – the (imitation) blue dress and engagement ring were in tow. It was pretty brilliant. So this year I have a follow up and I am almost (almost) a little disappointed that I don’t have any plans on the horizon. Because if I did, I would be this:

Kate Costume

Yes, I would carry that baby around all night. All I’m missing are those luscious locks…#hairenvy.

Who are we kidding? I’ll probably end up happily cozy on my couch with a pumpkin bev and a bowl of candy loving every minute of it.

Be safe out there trick-or-treaters!


Happy Birthday, Friend

Image c/o Southern Weddings

Image c/o Southern Weddings

Dear Jessica,

Though we now live apart, my best years were spent with you. This year you turn 25, move on to a new job and get married. I can’t imagine a busier time of accomplishments! You’re pulling it off fabulously.

I hope you know that there is never a moment that I doubt that you will be there for me whenever I need it and I’m not sure many people are lucky enough to find that in a friend. With so many memories behind us, it’s hard to imagine how many more are in front of us.

Just a few years ago, we freshman-year-cried to each other locked in a bathroom making promises that we have kept as they have unfolded over time. It only more and more reassures me that we really are each other’s soul mates.

Happy birthday.



Irish You Luck

Image c/o Pinterest

Image c/o Pinterest

There is a reason why my Twitter bio has not changed since I created my account. I love my Irish heritage so much that you should kiss me because of it. I’ve been lucky (pun intended) enough to visit the Motherland and it’s every bit as magical as you would expect. As St. Patrick’s Day draws near, I reflect upon how much I love actually getting to be Irish every day. All y’all are just posers. Jk lol haha. Please don’t stop reading.

Image c/o Parenting

Image c/o Parenting

1. We are proud supporters of the luckiest cereal around.

Cadbury Snack2. At one point in time during my travels circa early 2000, these most amazing Kit-Kat-esque delights were available. The Cadbury snack is something that I constantly look for but have yet to ever spot again.

Image c/o IMDb

Image c/o IMDb

3. Hello! This movie happened. Best one since Motocrossed. Amiright? Whatever happened to Ryan Merriman anyway?

Image c/o IFANCA

Image c/o IFANCA

4. Ireland is known as “The Emerald Isle” because everything (yes, even the sheep) is green. The Earth’s favorite and official international color (I’m making this up) is green. Using simple logic, the Earth loves Ireland and, by proxy, its people and so should you.

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Image c/o Topnews.in

5. Liam Neeson is Irish. Game over.

I raise my Guinness to you. Cheers and may the wind always be at your back!

When I’m 31


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I just made it to 25 and it’s going swimmingly. However, there’s a certain special lady in my life that turned 31 today and I wanted to put it out into the universe that if I am even half as amazing as her by then, then I’ll consider myself quite fabulous.

Happy birthday, Kate. I’m #psyched for more baby bump pictures and if I were to throw you a birthday party, it would be as lovely as the ideas I have floating in my head for my girlfriend’s bachelorette party, or rather, hen party.

Image c/o ivillage

Image c/o ivillage

Maybe I would bake you that cake. It would be funfetti of course. Hugs and kisses.


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Image c/o Pinterest

Mere moments ago, after settling down with my plate full of homemade lunch deliciousness, I realized I was wearing all one color. Just like my dad on his leisure days. Midnight blue matching PJs, socks, and zip-up (because this house is literally a frozen tundra compared to my hamster cage of a studio that is a comfortable 85 degrees). #Vacation.

I scheduled my remaining PTO days to segue right into the company holiday break, so I’m officially away from the office for two whole weeks. It’s almost like reliving the college glory days, but there can never be anything as glorious as a whole month off. Never.

So far I have been able to dabble in a little bit of work, a little bit of family time, and a little bit of high school friend time. I really do like being at home because I’m able to indulge. Yesterday was an all out free-for-all at the grocery store with my mom. I got to pick out anything I wanted! I had to stop myself many times (gingerbread Pop-Tarts and several boxes of cereal didn’t make the cut). My girlfriend at a catch-up coffee date yesterday morning (shout out!) casually joked that there will be no Baked Doritos at our adult wine night tomorrow, but I assured her that those and Entenmann’s crumb donuts made their way into the shopping cart last eve. The only thing that will keep me from slipping into the depths of obesity is my mom’s unlimited guest privileges at the gym and the fact that this household only eats grass-fed meat and organic perishables. I’m not complaining.

Here are eight great things I’m loving about these next two weeks. Cheers!

Images c/o Lay's, Entenmann's, and IMDb

Images c/o Lay’s, Entenmann’s, and IMDb

Images c/o Pinterest and Racked NY

Images c/o Pinterest and Racked NY

Images c/o Pinterest and My Own Image

Images c/o Pinterest and My Own Image

Images c/o Pinterest and My Own Image

Images c/o Pinterest and My Own Image

  1. Junk food
  2. Movies
  3. Working out
  4. Shopping
  5. Coffee with friends
  6. Family dog
  7. TV marathons (yay cable!)
  8. The holidays

The Best Ever: Peanut Butter Blossoms

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I confess that I originally wanted to write about my awesome Thanksgiving Day outfit, but alas I’m too down in the dumps because I misunderstood the tracking information and it won’t actually arrive at my doorstep until after Thanksgiving. What exactly does the post office expect me to write as my post title now? “My Regular Day Outfit”? This is one thing that this turkey is not thankful for.

But when I stop pouting about my outfit, I come to remember that in a few hours I will be with my family for Thanksgiving. I very much enjoy holidays because they come with a lot of traditions. We always go to a movie on Thanksgiving Day, which never fails to get my mom to say, “We shouldn’t be going to a movie because these poor people have to work.” It’s been about 15 years and we still haven’t actually turned the car around to avoid the activity. We will actively watch the parade on TV for about 15 minutes before my grandpa decides that a marathon of Magnum PI is what everyone really was looking to watch. (FUN FACT: My dad was IN the Macy’s parade a couple of years ago. He carried the sign in front of a float dressed as Uncle Sam.) My dad and my sister will insist that we watch Elf the day after Turkey Day as it’s the first officially official day of Christmas celebration (although I’m listening to Christmas music right now “and I don’t care who knows it!” (anyone? Elf reference? My true friends just laughed with me)). Of course, there’s an outing to the mall on Black Friday, probably my favorite shopping day of the year. And even though the fridge is full of leftovers, we almost never fail to eat a meal out more than once over the span of the weekend. Ah, memories.

Even though it’s not a standard gobbling tradition (how many ways can I say, “Thanksgiving Day” without actually repeating it? I hate when writers do that (not that I consider myself a writer). Google another description!), my mom always bakes Peanut Butter Blossoms for my birthday. My dad unwrapped all the kisses this year so he helped too. She even mails them to me if I’m not at home. Yes, mails. The beauty of the recipe she uses is that they never, ever arrive dry or crunchy (I think the secret is the condensed milk). Sure some of the kisses fall off in transit, but that is the worst of it. I have witnesses that can attest to the fact that these cookies are gone within days. This batch of 25 was consumed in five days. I’m not ashamed. I will literally bake these exact cookies for the rest of my life.

Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours!


1 (14 oz.) can Eagle Brand® Sweetened Condensed Milk

3/4 cup Jif® Creamy Peanut Butter

2 cups packaged biscuit mix

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

1/3 cup sugar

65 solid milk chocolate candy pieces, unwrapped (this may be a little much, but you can always eat them plain!)


  • HEAT oven to 375°F. Beat sweetened condensed milk and peanut butter in large bowl until smooth. Add biscuit mix and vanilla; mix well.
  • SHAPE into 1-inch balls. Roll in sugar. Place 2 inches apart on ungreased baking sheets.
  • BAKE 6 to 8 minutes or until lightly browned around edges (do not overbake). Immediately press a chocolate candy piece in center of each cookie. Cool.