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orange scented french toast

soak:
to lie immersed in liquid (as water): become saturated by or as if by immersion

Soaking is a magical thing. I love the idea that things can drastically improve by just sitting in liquid.  This idea of idle productivity is particularly appealing to me right now, as I am procrastinating on typing up this MASSIVE outline for finals.

Things that get better after soaking:
T-shirts.  There's nothing like a soft, vintage, sun-kissed t-shirt.  I recently did a little DIY project, soaking some of my stiff, school t-shirts in a salt water bath for a few days and then machine washing them.  After a few days of soaking in salt water, they were light and soft.  Easy-peasy. Legs.  Not quite soaking, but the absorption process is similar -- letting thick, minty lotion soak into the skin for a few hours makes such a difference.  Scaly legs put me in an awful mood.  So does lotion that smells old-ladyish.  I've recently been obsessed with Seacret Ocean Mist Body Lotion.   No, I am not bei…

everyday vita: snow days and spring days

This week started out with a snow day, and ended with me running in shorts and a tank top.  Funny how that happens.  Also funny how I always seem to start my blog posts with a description of the weather.  A bit hypocritical, because I don't like it when people talk about the weather in real life... anyway...

I really like doing these weekly update posts! It's like a weekly diary, that's public!  There's something marvelously appealing about over-sharing some of the details of my life with people on the Internet.


Monday: Snow day! Although I'm kind of over this whole snow ordeal, it was really nice to have a break.  This was the last week of school before Spring break, and there were a million things to be done.  A snow day was a nice opportunity to procrastinate for just one day longer.  I made homemade pocky sticks, took a long walk with Carly, and just read by the window for a while (something I always think about doing but never actually do).


Tuesday, Wednesday,…

cookie monster cupcakes!

I'm sick and tired of subtweets.

Subtweets are basically the epitome of digital passive-agressiveness... precariously bordering on downright aggressive.  According to Urban Dictionary, "subtweet" is short for "subliminal tweet" which is directly referring to a particular person without mentioning their name -- i.e. talking about someone behind their back (but actually directly in their face on Twitter).


Subtweeting happens all the time at my school.  There is a group of people who think they're awesome that they always have these "witty" observations about everyone else.

Examples:

"Wearing sunglasses and carrying a purse to school. #whodoyouthinkyouare."

"I feel so awkward for some people #awkward"

"I love it when girls act like they're still in middle school. It's so adorable." (condescending tone)


The funny thing is, sub-tweeting is probably the most middle school move of all.   So what if a 14-year old i…

everyday vita: new beginnings

I think Spring is finally here... then again I feel like I've been saying that for the past month... and we're supposed to have a snow day tomorrow (not that I'm complaining about that at all).

Spring is a time for new beginnings, and this week was full of new beginnings.

This week I wore a skirt without tights for the first time in what feels like forever.

I was wearing that classed up outfit because, guess what?! I'm employed! I'm now the official hostess at a local brunch cafe! What you can't see in the picture are my stretchy leggings and orthopedic ballerina flats.  I was on my feet all day seating people at tables and running back and forth from my podium to the floor.  Thank the Lord for spandex and rubber soles.

I started drinking apple cider vinegar this week.  It sounds really blecky, but when mixed with apple juice and cinnamon it just tastes like diluted apple cider.  And it's supposed to be really healthy.

I bought farm fresh eggs, and they r…

tres leches cake!

NOBODY IS LISTENING TO YOU!


And I'm not saying that in a mean way.

When I was in elementary school, my teachers pegged me as "a shy kid."  Thing is, I was never shy -- actually I've always been a performer and a little crazypants.  In those elementary school days, I'd often be prancing around the supermarket in a crop top and cat ears proclaiming that I was Josie from Josie and the Pussycats, putting glitter glue on my eyelids (not smart if you ever plan on blinking), or singing Disney princess songs into my mom's camcorder.  Definitely not a quivering daisy.


I guess this whole predicament started out when one day, I had my head in the clouds and didn't find it necessary to say stuff.  At the beginning it was fine, I wasn't lonely or surly.  I was just rolling around the sandbox by myself thinking about things.

But then it got awkward.


People love labeling people.  Oh! You're the funny kid! Oh, you must be the precocious little genius kid!  Oh hey…

easy king cake

Ever since I was young,  I have been disturbed by the concept putting trinkets into cake.  

Yule logs with coins in them, Epiphany cakes with thimbles in them, Mardi Gras king cakes with babies in them (plastic babies).  They're all a disaster waiting to happen. 
I'm expecting to bite into a soft, sweet, cream cheese laden cake, and then ouch! I just chipped my tooth on a plastic baby Jesus.  How do I know that the "lucky" coin hidden in my slice of yule log wasn't on the floor of the subway last week... not feelin' so lucky anymore. Or worse yet, what if someone choked on the thimble in the Epiphany cake? That would be awkward. so.many.issues

The lore behind the Mardi Gras king cake is that the person who gets the slice with the baby wins.  Winning means that they have to host the next King Cake party.  To some that would be a real treat (I would have a field day buying my weight in cream cheese and sanding sugar), others not so much. 
So if last year you w…

yeasted king cake

Snow days are better than regular holidays for three reasons...


1) No expectations
of doing something super fun and fabulous. When people ask me "what did you do with your snow day?" "rolled around on the floor for a while,"  "watched three episodes of Jerseylicious" (does that show still exist?), and "played with dough all day" are all totally acceptable answers.  There's no expectation that I went on some super fancy cruise ship, took a bunch of pictures wearing fancy/sparkly things, or changed the world through some community service trip I took.  Nope.  This is a day when I can wear fuzzy socks and eat a king sized bag of pita chips and not feel even a little bit guilty about it. 

2) No expectations of hanging out with people.  Not that I don't like people.  But I feel like it's socially unacceptable to lock yourself in the house and talk to your dog over a long weekend.  On a snow day, not so much.

3) No expectations of it comin…