Thursday, October 1, 2015

'round and 'round we go

where I'll stop only the guardrail knows!

I lost control of my car this morning. I was taking my normal exit to work, listening to Kenny and Taylor and now I can't even remember what they were talking about. I felt the car slide and begin to spin and honestly I had no idea what to do so I just hung onto the steering wheel and was thankful that I was wearing nice underpants just in case I needed to be cut out of my jeans. But it wasn't as dramatic as all that, my car bounced off the guardrail a few times, leaving my poor Ponti a dented mess. I'm shaken but I'm ok.

8:30 am isn't the ideal time to get into an accident on exit 7. There were cars stopped in front of me and cars coming off of 95 behind me, some not driving too slow. As I spun for what seemed like an eternity I thought, "Well this is it, someone is going to broadside me and that will be it. My bones and my organs will be crushed and my mom will have to fly or drive up here to claim my broke ass. I hope Ashlee gets to the house first and gets rid of all the things my mom doesn't need to see. I hope Mark never finds out how much I cried and never sees that I still have one of his lanyards from one of his conferences hanging in my closet...I should have gotten rid of that."

Anyway, I'm alive! I LIIIIIIVE! I guess this is dramatic but I've never been involved in a car accident before. Wait that's a lie, an old lady hit me when I was 16 but I don't really remember much about that and it didn't feel as scary even though my 88 chevy cavalier never recovered.

Moral of the story is, wear nice underpants because you never know when you might have to be cut out of your jeans.

Tuesday, April 28, 2015


Pretty much all I say now is YOLO. Cus YOLO. It fits. Every scenario. I'm 100 years late on YOLO but whatever shut up. You DO only live once allegedly, and if you don't, you don't remember the first time around unless you come across a gypsy or a mexican grandma or some shit.

I'm runnin' on two hours of sleep so bear (bare, beer?) with me. I don't know what you think about things but I feel like love is dumb and it doesn't happen all the time. Like happens, obsession happens, lust happens, narf happens. But love isn't a thing you just roll up on like every damn day. Unless you're in a boyband. Those guys love love and they set unrealistic expectations, they're worse than Disney movies for realsies. Anywho. If you LOVE  a mofo, like you can't eat, sleep. breathe, be without this person don't let them go. Unless you're really stupid. If you're really stupid, go ahead and let that bitch go and let him/her fly so they can find someone who will appreciate them while they're still pining over your stupid ass. You are so dumb. Or maybe don't do that, and you hold onto that motherfucker no matter what it takes. Shit isn't easy. Life isn't the best, it's not puppies and rainbows and ice cream. Sometimes it's shit on your shoe, or a needy bitch wanting some time with you because she loves you and that's just annoying as fuck isn't it? The worst. But the best. 

Just like, don't make yourself suffer because YOLO. Tomorrow isn't promised. Maybe a tornado will land on your head or a riot will start in your city and someone will set you on fire and then wouldn't that be the end of you and your ridiculousness? Love the people you love with all you've got. Don't sit at home drinking and wishing and hoping and narfing your life away. Love your lovers and friends. Spend time with them and tell them stuff. And who is gonna love your dumbass if not this person? Who is going to put up with your annoying habits and smelly apartment? And your moldy bathroom and dirty fridge? Someone out there loves you despite all your dumb things. YOLO you big huge idiot. 

Friday, February 7, 2014

Dogs and other ramblings.

Well well well look who's here. ME. I figured it was about time to sweep the cobwebs out of here and maybe write something. A lot has happened but I'm not sure how to write about it. I will say, since the last time I was here someone new came into my life.

If you've been around my planet the last year or so you know about Willow. She's a tiny mixed breed something or other. Lindsay needed a friend and needed to calm her ass down every once in a while and Willow really fit the bill. They play, they fight, they sleep together and mostly they warm my heart and make my life so much better.

Yes I'm in love with my dogs. I know. These last few months have been quite the journey and I'm so grateful to have them. As long as they're with me I'll never be alone. They keep me busy and we play and walk and bark at strangers. (They do I don't. Well sometimes I do.)

I wasn't sure if I was going to keep this blog or not. I never use it, but I do like to go back and read things from time to time. I never figured out what the purpose of this thing was, write about clothes or make up? Write about my dumb life? Maybe a little of each? I'm scatterbrained so that's sort of what it's turned into.

At this point I'm sort of up in the air. I'm in San Angelo but this isn't my home, it really never has been because I assumed I would only be here temporarily. The only thing keeping me here now is my job, which I like and am good at. However, I don't really have a social group here, plus the town it just *sigh* I don't know. I don't know how to say it. It's very Texan. And you think "Well you're Texan what's the problem?" The problem is this. Yes I'm Texan but I am not big blonde hair, rhinestone flip flops, bless your heart, sequins during the day kind. I've always felt a little bit on the outside. Even in high school I felt like I was on the fray because I kind of did my own thing. I'm a little bit different. At any rate, I'm looking to get out of here and get into a place I can call home. Back to Lubbock? Maybe. Austin? Sure why not. But my heart really belongs on the east coast and I'll tell you why.

Internet friendships are a weird thing. Not bad weird. But definitely weird. People you never would have met before from different backgrounds and different places come into your life. You feel a real connection and you realize, if not for the thing that brought you together you never ever would have met this person from across the country. I say that to say this, when Cosmo Con happened the first time and I went to New York city, never in my life have I ever felt so at ease. So at peace with being me, and so happy to be somewhere different. Not only that but to be with people who knew me from countless hours on the phone and chatting and emails. People I genuinely loved who loved me. Sure there were people I didn't love and people who didn't love me but that's another story for another day. haha.

This year when I took the trip to Philadelphia I felt really reinvigorated. This isn't just about being in a new place, I lived in Michigan for years and felt miserable. I've been to Corpus, Austin, Dallas, Houston, St. Louis and Chicago (a hotel but still Chicago) and never felt the way I felt on the east coast. I think that's where I want to go. Well I know it's where I want to go. Basically I just want to be the happiest me I can be and why not experience new places and people while I'm still young enough to do so?

If not for my online friendships with some of the greatest people I've ever had the pleasure to meet, there's no way I'd ever know what I was missing. The bonds built there and the connection I feel to these people is so strong and greater than most relationships I've ever had. Of course I have friends in real life who I love very much and I certainly wouldn't be who I am without them either. The long distance friendships have opened my eyes to so many new experiences, things I never would have known without them.

Lubbock is and will always be my home. I love it and I miss it so much. I read Lubbock news online, I follow everything I can that connects me to my hometown and sometimes miss it so much I can't think of anything else but getting back there. Plus my folks are there and who doesn't love my folks? They really are a hoot and a half. But I've been gone from Lubbock for nearly 7 years now, it's not the same and I'm not the same.

Who knows what the future holds for me, I certainly don't. But I do know I need to get the hell out of of San Angelo. :)

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Buffalo Chicken Mac & Cheese


I got to thinking about S'Mac in NYC yesterday and their tasty buffalo chicken macaroni and cheese.

Then I got to thinking about NYC which led to me thinking about my friends who I miss so much and I got sad. When I get sad, I need comfort food, which caused me to crave macaroni and cheese. IT'S A VICIOUS CYCLE.

Look at me trying to be in the picture. 

While "working" yesterday I googled around to see if I could find a lightened version of a buffalo chicken macaroni recipe but I couldn't find any that really struck me. Others seemed to be too complicated. So I merged two recipes into one, because I'm really innovative and smart.

As a lot of you know, skinnytaste is a jam. The recipes are delightful and delicious and very easy. The basic recipe is here. I also used some elements from this recipe.

12 oz elbow macaroni
3 tbsp fake butter or the real thing
1/4 cup flour
1/4 cup minced onion
2 cups of skim milk
1 cup of fat free chicken broth
8 oz reduced fat sharp cheddar
handful of extra cheddar for topping
4 ounces of blue cheese
1/2 cup franks hot sauce (more or less depending on your taste)
12 ounces of cooked chicken cut into pieces
salt and pepper
garlic powder
1/2 cup of seasoned bread crumbs (or however much you want)
cooking spray

Cook pasta according to the package directions, preheat oven to 375.

In a large heavy bottomed skillet (I used cast iron just for ease but do whatever floats your boat) melt butter on medium heat, add onions and cook about 2 minutes. Whisk in flour until dissolved, add milk and chicken broth turn up to medium high until it begins to bubble and becomes thick and there are no lumps. (be patient) Season with salt and pepper and a pinch or two of garlic salt.

Once your sauce is thick, remove from heat and add the cheddar cheese and stir until it's completely melted. Slowly add the frank's sauce tasting as you go. Adjust salt, pepper and garlic powder if you need to. taste! taste! taste! Once you've reached your desired heat stir in the chicken and macaroni. Now you can pour the mixture into a greased or sprayed baking dish or you can leave it all in your cast iron skillet, I opted for this since it's less clean up. Sprinkle your handful of extra cheddar, sprinkle the blue cheese on and then top with seasoned bread crumbs and spray with cooking spray.

Bake for about 25 minutes and then broil (carefully) to toast your bread crumbs.

I actually used less noodles and as a result my finished product was more saucy but I'll follow the directions next time.

I wasn't smart or thinking ahead last night when I made this dish so I didn't take a picture of the finished product in the cast iron skillet, but I do have this for your viewing pleasure.

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Brandie's Closet Part II

Hello pals.

Today I bring you more fashions from Brandie's closet.

Truth be told most days I look like this.
On the weekends I dress it up because that's when I have the time to do my hair and my make up and do the whole thing. So I end up looking like this.
I don't think you're ready for this jelly. I was all balls to the wall and didn't wear spanx at all with this outfit. I've officially given up on life. This beautiful sweater came from Brandie, but originally it's from Target! I wore it with my black leggings from Torrid and my Lane Bryant boots. I really wear them all the time.Someday I will buy new earrings but as you can see I'm a minimalist in the way that I wear the same accessories errrday. I'm a work in progress. Give me a break.
Also this may be my favorite shirt of all time. I used the flash so you could see the horsies. HORSIES. Also from Brandie's closet, this is originally from Torrid. I've been sleeping on Torrid lately but this shirt is my jambo. I am IN LOVE with the neckline.
And of course would this look be complete without skinneh jeans and my dumb boots? Nope. 

Brandie has AMAZING taste. I can't wait until she has to clean out her closet again and I get to pillage all of her things. FRIENDSHIP.

Thursday, January 31, 2013

Brandie's Closet

What up. I suck at blogging, I know this. My sentence structure is bad, my grammar is even worse but ya know what? Proper grammar is for rich people, so suck it. I write the way I speak. If I can read this back and it sounds like I'm just talking to you on the phone, then mission accomplished. I go through these phases where I have plenty to say but don't feel like blogging, and then when I do feel like blogging I have so much to say I word vomit about a million different subjects at once. So, for all of our sake's I'm going to try to blog more often and keep my subjects down to one at a time.

Push it back here we go.

I have a friend named Brandie. She is a glorious nymph I met in Cosmo Radio Land and she quickly became one of my closest friends. She is a Wedding Planner and a sometimes tweeter @Brandie327. We love make up. We dance the dance of friendship on a daily basis, and have basked in our love in person!

Perks of this friendship are that B and I are close to the same size, so I finally have someone to swap clothing with. Brandie's style is out of control. I don't think she really considers herself fashionable or a clothes horse but she really is! She and I happened to be cleaning out our closets around the same time and sent each other items that we'd otherwise get rid of in other ways, but friends get first dibs. BOOM. Happy. From rich colored sweaters, to flowy chiffony tops, to one particular dress I actually cried over when I tried on, my haul from Brandie is THE BEST, even better than online shopping. I took some pics of my favorite sweater this morning, thus inspiring this post, YOU'RE WELCOME.

This is a sweater from Target. I LOVE the neckline and color.

I know my glasses are crooked, deal with it for now.
 I love this sweater with my dark skinneh jeans and over the knee boots from Lane Bryant.

Another favorite is this dress from Asos! How fucking cute is this? I mean seriously. Brandie wore the shit out of this dress at Cosmo Con and I am happy to have it. I can't wait to wear it. Maybe for my 30th birthday? I dunno. I won't wear this with the heels pictured but they're the only ones I own and I wanted to see how it would look with heels. So there we go. Look how happy I am! haha.

Get out there and talk to your friends, swap clothing and find a new style. I feel like Brandie and I have different styles because our body shapes are actually different, even though we are close to the same size. Some of the things she sent I wouldn't pick for myself off the shelf, but they look amazing on! 

I can't stress enough how much I love the things she sent. FRIENDSHIP!

This will be a two part post, because I have other outfits to take pictures of. This isn't a fashion blog so we'll all just have to deal with photos of me in my dirty mirror. 

Also, dumps like a truck, truck, truck. 
Thighs like what, what, what. 

Just wanted to post a picture of my butt and yes I wear those boots for nearly every outfit.

Saturday, July 14, 2012

Hard Strawberry Lemonade

I have been meaning to write about this delicious treat for quite a while. I make this lemonade when I have a crowd to please, it's so easy.

1 can frozen lemonade
1 can frozen pink lemonade
1 pint of strawberries pureed or sliced
24 ounces (approximately) citrus vodka

In a large punch bowl, make the lemonade according to the directions on the cans but substitute one part vodka. I believe the directions on the cans calls for 3 cans of water, so I use 2 cans of water and one can of vodka.

Stir in your strawberries however you have prepared them. If I'm making a small batch just for me, I'l use one can of lemonade and just a few strawberries and blend the mixture with an immersion blender. Play around with this recipe and make it your own! This is especially good over ice from Sonic. :)

This comes out VERY strong, just FYI. Taste as you go and add the vodka slowly. People get so hammered.