Thursday, October 23, 2014
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
This past weekend (which was over a day ago now, I know) was a great one. First off, I got my first very own car! Insert excited jumping and cartwheels and cheesin' it smiley faces drawn from ear to ear and you'll have me in a nutshell Saturday morning at the dealership.
I've obviously driven and "had" cars over the years, since I've had a license for almost 10 years (YIKES!) and all, but they were always just my parents' old junker cars. And then after I moved to Manhattan at the age of 20, there was obviously no need for me to buy one of my own. Subways and cabs and walking and not having to worry about a DD after too many beers for the win. P.S. that's probably one of the only things I miss about living in the city. That and 2am Chinese food deliveries, but who's counting.
But now that I'm back home again, I was in definite need of my own ride. And the only one I really had my heart set on was a white Nissan Rogue because I've wanted a white SUV for about as long as I can even remember. My parents weren't too pleased since they thought I should be spending my hard earned money on a used car with a lower payment, but hey, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.
I got a brand new pearl white Rogue baby to call my very own! Isn't she a beauty? I just love her. Now just to think of a name...
After the shock of driving something brand new into my driveway wore off, it was time for pumpkins. Because my middle name should be Holiday and celebrating them should be my last name. Plus, doing holiday things with a boyfriend just makes my already happy heart ten billion and one times happier. I don't even know what's going to happen to me come Christmastime when we go cut down a tree together. I'll puke for you all now...
And this was the outcome of our carving adventure. Mine and Trevor's on top and my dad's (who would've won this year's contest if we actually had one) down on the bottom. The man whipped out his drills and special knives and disappeared in the garage for a solid thirty minutes crafting up that mouse hole gem. And now we know where I got the creative crafting gene from. Thanks Dad.
Sunday was spent back at Silver Queen Farm doing some of my Digital Photography homework with my friend Laura who's also in my class. P.S. I could probably take pictures of all the fall things forever. Thank goodness Christmas comes right after fall ends because I'd be one depressed little nugget if I couldn't replace the gorgeousness with stockings and shiny red balls.
P.P.S. School Update: I'm totally loving it. One, because what I'm learning actually interests me. Two, because I'll actually use what I'm learning in real life. Three, because I get to use "no I have to do homework" to get out of doing chores for my parents. Win win win.
But anyway, this week's assignment was to take multiple shots of the same scene, just with the subject (me) moving around to different places in that scene. Then once we upload all of the different shots onto the computer, we'll use Photoshop to make one single image with all of the different "me's" in the same shot. Does that even make sense? Probably not but I'll show you the outcome next week or something. Here were a couple outtakes...
After I got fed up with trying to take seventy pictures of myself jumping around a farm (that was how many I needed for the homework), I headed home to make the dogs "model" in order to fill up the rest of the criteria. Best idea I've had since taking home that Nissan and picking a boyfriend who didn't put up a fight when being asked to do gross holiday things with me.
Wednesday, October 8, 2014
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Tuesday, October 7, 2014
Well it's Tuesday and we're just now getting around to showing up and blogging about the weekend. There's just something about me and Monday's that doesn't quite seem to work out. The next time the doctor asks if I'm allergic to anything I'll tell him "Yes", to the spring time and to Monday's. Oh and to anyone that doesn't like puppies. But let's get back to the weekend because that's the only reason we're here today.
It started off with some Chinese food from the best Chinese food place EVER which shockingly is in my hometown. New York City had nothing on my Dragon Village's chicken and broccoli. It's just that good. The two fortunes I got out of it were pretty darn good too. A nice little preview of what was to come.
Friday night, Trev (P.S. that guy I talked about liking so much in that apple picking post has a name and it's Trevor) and I went to a little restaurant on Main Street called Hazelnut Kitchen for dinner. It's an adorably cozy place that focuses on bringing the farm straight to the table. There are tons of fresh options to choose from and the atmosphere is casual with an elegant twist.
The food was great, the wine was too, and the little baby punk on the table obviously sealed the deal for me. After dinner we headed back home to have a deck fire with my parents before calling it a night. And that's yet another thing I love about being back here. There wasn't ever a time that I could walk outside to my deck, light up a bonfire, and hang out talking under the stars. Hometown goodness and a "romantic evening" from my fortune: check.
Saturday was spent taking a ride to Corning to pick up Trev's bib for his marathon the next day. Saturday was also spent downing a few more Pumkings with a friend at the bar later on in the day. But not too much other than that since we were both up bright and early (him way freaking early) for the marathon on Sunday.
I had never been to a marathon before this past weekend so I didn't really know what to expect out of it. Yeah, I've been to the finish line for the NYC one and I've seen all the runners since the route went right past my old apartment, but I've never stood at the end to cheer on a specific person. But that's exactly what I did Sunday morning and I absolutely loved it. So that "new adventure" from my other fortune: check.
He ran his first marathon ever last year with very little training after a night at the casino and got a 3:53. This year he was hoping deep down to get under 3:05 in order to qualify for the Boston marathon, but didn't think he could pull it off, so his goal was a 3:35. P.S. all you marathon runners out there are freaking NUTS. How does one run for three whole hours?!
Anyway, the clock hit the three hour mark and his parents and I were secretly all freaking out wondering if he was going to do it or not. 3:01 went by, 3:02 obviously after that. And then, at 3:03, we saw him coming down the line and my heart pretty much leaped straight out of my chest as I cheered my gosh darn lungs out knowing that he qualified. I was totally that girlfriend on the sideline screaming "Go baby!" with tears starting to form in my eyes. I was just so stinkin' proud of him for kicking ass. And it's seriously such an amazing moment being there watching someone you care about accomplish something so awesome.
Thursday, October 2, 2014
I like to think of myself as a pretty organized and tidy person when it comes to my living spaces. Everything always has a home, whether it be the couch pillows or the scissors - each and every little detail has it's own place. If you walk into my bedroom, you'll see it spotless 95% of the time. It's just the way I've always been and hopefully always will be.
Tons of friends have asked me over the years how I manage to keep everything this way without going insane. "How can your apartment always be this clean?" And the answer to that is.... it's not. Which is what brings me to the main point of this post. Your space doesn't necessarily have to be clean in order to look clean.
Vacuuming my living room rug? Happens about once a month. Mopping the kitchen floor? Probably less often than the vacuuming. Cleaning the shower? Let's not even go there or you'll probably never look at me the same ever again. The point here is that you don't have to deep clean your space every darn week to still maintain a functioning, organized, and tidy home. It isn't about the fingerprint-less area in the back of that one shelf in your TV stand that nobody sees. It's more about all that junk in that drawer being hidden and tucked away out of view. That's what people notice on first glance when walking into your place, not the wisp of a cobweb behind the couch.
So here are a few tips and tricks to help get your home/apartment/dorm/tent/whatever in order:
1/ First off, you need to remind yourself why exactly you need to be doing this cleaning nonsense in the first place. It's not always easy to motivate yourself to clean but if you keep telling yourself "Oh that friend of mine is coming over to down a bottle of wine with me tomorrow" you'll actually get shit done.
2/ Set up a cleaning playlist to get yourself moving and grooving. Yes, I did just say grooving. But seriously, anything and everything is more fun when music is involved.
3/ Give yourself a time frame. Have thirty minutes before Scandal comes on? Race the clock and try to get all of your tasks done before you hear Olivia Pope's voice. The urgency and time limit will make it feel like less of a dragged out chore.
4/ Probably the most important of all: HIDE YOUR CLUTTER. Seriously, if there is one simple thing you should do at any point in time when organizing or cleaning your house, it's this one. Nothing pains me more than clutter. Nothing. Like not even pumpkin spice. That notepad and pen? That should be in a drawer. Those seven hair ties on your dresser? In a box of some sort. That straightener? Wrapped up and stored in a basket under the bathroom sink. Anddd we could go on for days here. But to sum it all up: anything that isn't a decoration or an overly used item needs a home. A home that isn't seen by the naked eye.
5/ Buy containers. Decorative boxes, bins with chalkboard signs, canisters, you name it. Buy things to stuff away all of the odds and ends and you'll have that clutter thing conquered. The boxes don't necessarily have to be organized themselves, cough because that would be deep cleaning, cough. And we hate that.
6/ Buy fun cleaning products. Fancy ones, ones that smell good, ones that are fun to spray, etc. Okay, this is a bit of a stretch but, hey, sometimes Swiffer wet-jetting around the kitchen to some Taylor Swift "Shake It Off" or whipping out your snazzy new iron that has more bells and whistles than your own car can be a pretty fun thing.
7/ Stuff your TV and DVD and laptop and whatever other cords you may have away and out of plain site. Bundle them all together and tie them together with twist ties so they'll all be in one place and then push them all back under or behind your TV stand.
8/ Add smell good stuff. Your nose can be so easily tricked into thinking something's cleaner than it actually is just because it smells like it is. Clean linen is God's, I mean Glade's, gift to man.
9/ Have guests coming over quick and don't have time to do a whole sink full of dishes? Stuff them in your oven. Wait what? Did I really just say that? Yes, I did. It's a quick (and way guilty way) of getting rid of the mess without making it look like you went around the house feverishly searching for stray cups and piling them into a mountain in the sink. Stick them all on a baking sheet, slide them in there, and then you can pull them right back out when company leaves. Side note: don't do this if you plan on actually using said oven when you have said guests over...
10/ Finger vacuum. Say what? This is pretty much for an area rug only since that's all I have for carpet. But instead of lugging the vacuum out, just go around quickly and pick up any big stray pieces of random string or crumbs with your fingers.
11/ Feed your guests alcohol as soon as they arrive so they don't give a flying eff what the heck your apartment looks like.
Monday, September 29, 2014
Over the weekend I took a little trip to my friend's barn at Silver Queen Farm to kick off the first official weekend of fall. Because what screams fall more than a barn way out in the country filled with freshly picked produce from the grounds out back? Probably nothing other than drinking a rimmed Southern Tier Pumking beer (which I have officially become utterly obsessed with this season) while walking through a haunted corn mazes with your boyfriend. But hey, let's not get too picky over here. Even though that's now on my never-ending list of things to do this season. Oy vey.
But anyway, I stopped by with my mom and sister-in-law to look at the venue for her and my broski's wedding (aka vow renewal ceremony since they already got married five days after their engagement).
P.S. I'm not sure if I ever mentioned that part here on my blog. But after the most adorable engagement ever that I post about, they ended up getting married a few days later before my brother left for South Korea for the Army for a whole year. Talk about a whirlwind of emotions right there. The wedding was a quick, simple, small thing at a friend's house though - nothing like a real bash with a cake and bridesmaids and dancing and all that. So they're going to do all of that fun stuff next August instead.
And that means HELLO WEDDING PLANNING! I'm pumped.
But now that we got that quick little announcement out of the way, we're back to the barn/farm trip. Which, by the way, will be where they're going to get married. Err, renewed. It's pretty much the cutest place ever and since we were already there, I decided to take a few pictures, because that's what bloggers do. Or something. And that's why you saw me sitting on hay bales up there in those shots. Because that's what country bumpkins do in Upstate New York? Maybe? Just go with it.
Regardless of the nonsense I'm trying to pull together on this Monday morning, that sweater I'm wearing in the pictures has easily become my most favorite article of clothing so far this season.
It's from Blue Avenue, which is an online women's retailer owned by the sweetest lady ever named Jordon. I'm obsessed with their leopard print top, as well as this UHH-MAY-ZING plaid scarf blanket. Yes, I did just say scarf and blanket in the same sentence. But I went with the native sweater because I could fill 1,000 of my closet hangers with cardigan like sweaters and still never have quite enough. It's insanely comfortable and I've already gotten tons of compliments on it the couple times I've worn it. So you should probably own one yourself this fall.
And if you do choose to own one, you can use code "HAZEL" to get 15% off of your order whenever you checkout on their site. Go run their now and get this cozy blanket of a top. You won't regret it, I promise!
Oh and P.S. If you were eyeing those flats at all, stay tuned, because you'll have a chance to win any pair of your choice from Shoemint later this week. I can feel the Christmas present spirit already creeping up on me. Look out world.
Thursday, September 25, 2014
Over this past weekend I put my Heather Dubrow fancy pants on and concocted up a pretty tasty little treat with my sister Meghan. That treat came in the form of an alcoholic beverage because, hello, do you even know me? Obviously, since there's vodka in these pictures and the title of this post says "hard", you already knew this was all about alcohol… even without having to remember my drinking day ways.
It's pretty much the easiest cocktail in the face of history. So if you want to stop reading right now and assume that all you need to do is pour some caramel vodka into some cider and call it a day, then I'd totally get it. But here are the ingredients and directions anyway.
-2oz of caramel vodka. Side note: We originally wanted to use the Salted Caramel Vodka by Pinnacle or Stoli, but our tiny town's liquor store didn't carry anything fancy like that so we resulted in this weird Polish kind instead. And of course continued to pronounce vodka with an accent all day long. It totally wasn't the actual vodka's fault for this, might I add, we're just insane. But I would go with the other brands if you're going to try this out on your own.
-5oz of apple cider, or less if you're trying to get hammered
-Cinnamon, sugar, and nutmeg for the rim
-Ice ice baby
-Apples and caramels are completely unnecessary and meant for styling purposes only, because, blogging.
For the rim: and guys, you seriously need the rim
-Pour your cinnamon, sugar, and dash of nutmeg in a bowl to mix together. I didn't measure these and you probably shouldn't either because that's just too much work, duh. Just use more cinnamon than sugar and only a tiny baby dash of nutmeg and you'll be golden. Or brownish-white. Whatever.
-Pour all of that out, smooth it around on flat surface and then set it aside
-Pour some water into a dish
-Take your glass, flip it over, and dip just the tip (heyyyoooo) into the dish to wet the rim (heyyyooo x 2)
-Then take your glass and stick it into the pile of cinnamon sugar so that the granules stick to the top of.
-Put your glass aside for safe keeping so that your dogs don't lick it while you make the cocktail. Speaking for a friend here, as always.
For the cocktail:
-Get out your cocktail shaker (or cup with lid if you aren't a cocktail connoisseur) and put a few ice cubes in there.
-Pour in the 2oz of vodka
-Pour in the 5oz of cider
-Shake that shit
-Pour it into your freshly rimmed glass
And there we have it, a great cocktail for fall that doesn't contain the word pumpkin or the word spice. I'd say that's the biggest accomplishment of my darn life right there.
P.S. All those pictures up there were taken with the new iPhone. Amazing right?! I figured I'd let you all in on that little secret in case you needed a little real life review before biting the bullet and forking over hard cash for the thing. Oh and since this was my first outing with the new baby, I figured a couple selfies were necessary to get that v-card out of the way as soon as possible. Because, narcissism.
Unfortunately, the iPhone 6 has absolutely zero new improvements on making yourself look any less awkward in said selfies. Oy vey.