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foodopia:

buffalo chicken bites: recipe here

ALL OF THEM IN MY MOUTH. NOW.
Also the title of my memoirs.

foodopia:

buffalo chicken bites: recipe here

ALL OF THEM IN MY MOUTH. NOW.


Also the title of my memoirs.

foodopia:

pretzel bites: recipe here

Just gotta find a recipe for beer cheese, and I’ll be all set.

foodopia:

pretzel bites: recipe here

Just gotta find a recipe for beer cheese, and I’ll be all set.

2012 in review: Gutter balls, mostly.

Well, the Mayans (or our interpretations of the Mayan calendar) were wrong, and we’re still here after all. And on the last day of this momentous year, I’m reflecting. I mean, every day I reflect, because I’m introspective (and/or neurotic) as shit. But this time I write it down!

So let’s take a look back at some things that happened/I did this year:

1) Went through a 6-month stint of unemployment. Damn, that sucked. Now I’m temping 40 hours a week, yet I make the same amount of money as I did while collecting unemployment. Oh, cruel world. 

2) Slogged through another year of grad school. I found out last month that no, I’m not finished with my grad school coursework, and I’m 10 credits short. Of electives, no less. At any rate, I was able to register for those remaining credits, and I’ll finally be graduating in May. On the upside, I’m almost done with my practicum and was able to present my work earlier in the month. One step closer!

3) Jaw surgery! I would be remiss from my duties if I didn’t mention this huge, life-altering surgery I went through back in July.

Here I am, on enough pain meds and anesthesia to knock out a water buffalo.

Holy Christ, what a nightmare that was. I mean, it could have been way worse; I could have ended up with some horrible mouth infection. That said, developing a nasty rare allergic reaction to Keflex was plenty dramatic.

Stare into it, and it stares right back into you.

Not to mention having my face swell up to twice its size, eating food through a syringe, and losing almost all feeling in the bottom half of my face. (Update: slowly regaining sensation in parts of my lower lip and chin, but still a long way to go.) And while I can attest to feeling very miserable and frustrated at the time, I do not regret the decision one bit. My profile is so much better, my teeth are where they are supposed to be, and best of all, I’ll be getting my braces off soon! 

4) Living alone. As you’ll recall, I moved into a 2-bedroom studio in September and wrote a list of reasons why it’s awesome to live alone. Still is, and my apartment is sloooooowly coming together. Just this weekend I finally bought a coffee table (thank you, Craigslist!). Here is my living room (pardon the shitty cellphone cam pic):

Overall I give 2012 a 5/10. Not horrible, and some good things DID happen, but I still consider it to be an “off” year, one full of preparations and waiting and disappointment and changes. I took the right steps to ultimately improve my situation, but it’s been difficult. My hope is that 2013 (my 30th year) will be a better year for me financially, physically, emotionally, and possibly romantically? At any rate, I have some pretty swell people in my life, and I know that life has its ups and downs. The ups are coming, I can feel it. :D

happy holidays! [x]

Cats know that X-mas trees and their ornaments are just new toys for them to play with. Obviously.

(Source: dailyanimals, via theanimalblog)

kierand:

therealhousewivesoftwinpeaks:

there are many things in life that i do not understand
james deen imitating the ikea monkey is one of them

if they’re doing a porn parody of the ikea monkey I can’t decide whether I would have to see it immediately or absolutely never.

Be still, my heart.

kierand:

therealhousewivesoftwinpeaks:

there are many things in life that i do not understand

james deen imitating the ikea monkey is one of them

if they’re doing a porn parody of the ikea monkey I can’t decide whether I would have to see it immediately or absolutely never.

Be still, my heart.

(via giggleloop-deactivated20140318)

20 Reasons Why Living Alone Is The Best

I managed to accomplish another one of my “goals” for 2012: move into my own apartment for the first time ever. Huzzah! It’s been a bit nerve-wracking, because I’m still unemployed (but hopefully for not muh longer), so money is tight. Also, being unemployed AND living alone can be a bit of a struggle; it feels like an accomplishment to get up and shower, some days. However, though it’s only been about a month, I wouldn’t trade living in this little 1-bedroom for the world. Here’s why, in no particular order of importance:

1) No wait for the bathroom. This is especially important in the mornings, when everyone is trying to get their shit together for the day.

2) All the dishes in the sink? They’re my own. I’m not cleaning up anyone else’s dinner remnants.

3) Furthermore, any mess in the apartment is my own. 

4) I can do whatever the eff I want. Stay up until 1:30 am, doing my nails and watching Investigative Discovery shows on Netflix? Don’t mind if I do!

5) No waiting until the kitchen is “free” to make dinner, and no battling for counter space.

6) Cleaning takes much less time and is so much easier. Bonus: having a small apartment= a full clean takes about an hour or so.

7) Less trash to take out.

8) I can bring boys back to my lair without dealing with what the roommates will think, and extra privacy. Hey-o!

9) I can host parties and guests whenever I want to, without having to give others a heads-up.

10) I can take a nap on the couch whenever I want.

11) I can walk around pantsless or various states of dress whenever I want. Pants are overrated, you guys.

12) I can eat or make food at any time of the day without disturbing other people or incurring judgment. This includes coming home from the bar or a party in the wee hours of the morning and drunkenly heating up Pizza Bagels in the toaster oven. FREEDOM. See also #4.

13) No waiting for the washer or dryer, or having to yank out others’ laundry so I can do my own.

14) Free reign on decorating, re-decorating, or organizing any way I want.

15) An uncluttered fridge and freezer!

16) A place for all my stuff, and everything in its place.

17) No having to deal with others’ pet allergies.

18) No stupid arguments about using up the last of the TP, or how the utilities bill should be split/paid.

19) No battles over the TV or music.

20) When I come home, I’m HOME. In my own little space I control. I am accountable to no one but myself. I don’t have to deal with roommates or their friends on the couch, watching football.