Wednesday, May 23, 2012


The green glass lamp was a vintage find from my parent's basement, and the pillows and chenille blanket were my great grandmothers

I've had the same look for my bedroom since I graduated school.  In my first apartment, my room was pretty big, but I didn't have a ton of furniture for it, so it was my bed, dresser, bookshelf, and corner chair.  When I moved into my current apartment, my room became half the size I was used to.  Luckily, I didn't have too much to squeeze, and it all fit nicely into my nook.  I like to keep my room mostly white to keep it clean and bright.  My bedding is mostly white with yellow-gold and green accents pillows (and a fur throw from Pottery Barn), the walls are white (including one brick wall), and I painted my dresser white.  My favorite part of my room is the photo wall.  In lieu of a headboard in my old apartment, I shaped frames above my bed into a square headboard shape.  In my current room, I kept the collage but moved it to the side of my bed. 

The painting is of the house I grew up in.  Someone left it in the attic with their signature on the back.  I still don't know who it is!
I absolutely love my teeny tiny bedroom. Do you like yours?

Happiness Means:
1.  Figuring out instagram!  @lauratylermoore
2.  Memorial day in 2 days, with a forecast of 80-85 and mostly sunny alllll weekend.
3.  Mexican dinner for two nights in a row (tummy not so happy).
4.  Going to a baseball game with literally 20 friends. Literally in the 6th to last row.
5.  This cake.  Reminds me of the mudcakes I would always make at my grandma's when I was little.  Even as tiny as I was, I would spend hours decorating them and then leave them alone for days because they were too pretty to destroy.  Grandma always agreed.
Goal:  Get out of a slump.

Thursday, May 17, 2012

No Depression

I Break Horses

I saw M83 last Saturday.  The night I was supposed to drive 4 hours home to surprise my mom for mother's day.  My roommate and her friend were going, and they showed up to the bar where boy and I were having dinner with one extra ticket.  Naturally, I told my boyfriend to have a great dinner by himself while I threw cash on the table and beelined it home to change into cowboy boots and a free people top.  Just kidding, I told him to take it and I would smack him if he even considered going without me craigslist for another one.  The concert started in an hour, so I quickly emailed literally 20 people asking if the tix were still available.  Out of all those emails, I got one:
"Sure, I can meet you at the concert at 10:50.  Tix are $30 each.  I'm 5'8, dirty blonde hair and wearing a shirt that says 'No Depression'."  I would have just asked for her number, but hey, "no depression" was there waiting, I bought two tickets for $60 and sold one for $40.  Booyah.


They opened with "I Break Horses" which was amazing.  So amazing in fact, that we all thought it was M83 until they said "Thanks for having us!".  We're obviously numba one fanz.  But seriously, this was the best show I've ever seen.  The light show and their vocals were even better than the track.  If they come to your city, GO.

Boy and his asian round face gf
We got home at 4AM.  I left for New Jersey at 7AM.  These are the kind of moments that are only possible when you're young and stupid.  But I made it for Mother's Day, and my mom didn't even mind the stamp on my hand.

Happiness Means...
1.  Making this for dinner tonight.
2.  Dinner dates with my roommate where we share our fries and onion rings, drink 2 bottles of wine, and come home for leftover cupcakes and then make cookies.
3.  This
4.  True Story
5.  Our first family vacation 11 years ago.  Its really a shame you can't see my GAP size 12  light denim flares and Old Navy "Welcome to Hawaii" tshirt.  I remember all my outfits.

Goal:  Try out Trader Joe's!  I'm in a serious relationship with Whole Foods, but its starting to feel abusive.  I'll let you know my feelings on my adventure next time!  Ta-ta!

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

The Roommate

I'm a very lucky girl.  For various reasons, but one of the most important - my Freshman year roommate was normal.  All I really knew about college (besides from "Legally Blonde" and "Animal House" - both excellent examples) I learned from my mom.  Her best friend is still her college roommate.  Maybe I was naive in expecting my first college roommate to fulfill the expectation that she might very well be a best friend, but the stars aligned and God said IT SHALL BE SO (<---- in a deep loud booming voice, probably with thunder and lightning).
Documentation of God choosing my best friend
Not everyone was as lucky as I was.  I would actually argue that most people either hated their roommate, or reached the unspoken agreement that while they inhabited the same space, they were in no way friends.  Well, pretty much since the first day, Lauren and I became best friends.  We went to meals together, watched Food Network in our beds, ordered takeout, went to Frat parties (wah scary!), drove to Walmart, and held each others hair back.  Ultimate friendship test.  We didn't always get along of course, but I obviously got over her breaking my hair straightener and she got over me never cleaning my side of the room (I also never washed my sheets- a slight exaggeration).  We lived with each other every semester through graduation.  I posted about my other best friends here and here, all of whom I met the first week of school (except my cousin).  I'm either really lucky, or God got lightning rod happy and granted my wish tri-fold.  Thanks God, you're the man.

We like to dance
We look good dancing

My arms are always above my head

Sometimes we... mix it up?
And sometimes we match
And sometimes its because I have pink eye

We also both love Weezy, Paula Deen, CB4 (look it up), piano bars, and Woodchuck Cider.  We are also excellent gift givers.  She never forgets a birthday.  I have a hard time remembering if its Tuesday or Thursday.  She came to visit for a night last week while in town for a conference meeting, and squeezed in a few hours to spend with me on a Monday night after her company dinner.  We ended up at a bar where she paid the piano man $20 for me to sing Patsy Cline "Crazy".  I only knew the first line.  It was awesome.

Shockingly, we don't appear like we're 6 cocktails deep.  Also, this was taken by one of our new Australian friends.  All of them were older than our dads.

Funny things going on here:  I don't know the words.  That shot of tequila was my bribe for the piano man.  He doesn't drink.  My mom says I look like her here (good to know I start resembling my mom after one too many).

Love you Kleiner!


P.S. - Don't try to understand any part of that.

Monday, May 7, 2012

Happy Cinco de Mayo

This time last year, boy and I took a much-needed vacation to Florida.  Although it wasn't exactly how we hoped it would be, it was still one of my favorite trips we've taken together.  This year wasn't in Florida, but instead to one of my favorite places in the world- Deep Creek Lake, MD.  I am spoiled rotten having grown up on the beach, and enjoying weekend getaways with boy to his family's lake house.  We celebrated Cinco de Mayo at the local bar, and enjoyed a nice dinner date on the lake at sunset.  Sometimes life is just so good.

Happiness Means...
1.  Kashi Mediterranean pizza
2.  Crab cakes and crab imperial
3.  Margaritas
4.  The orange slice in a blue moon
5.  Betting on the winning horse!  Just kidding.  BUT minutes before the derby started, boy and I were with all our friends at the bar and I told everyone "I'll Have Another" was my pick.  Obviously, because he has the best name.  Well what do you know.  I should have put my money where my mouth is! 

Goal:  Gym gym gym.  I mean come on, my happiness 1-4?