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rainbow cake

So last week I gave you a little talk about real talk.  Basically, I don't want to be a confectioners-sugar-dusted-phoney.  That's why I've decided to get crazy with some real-life confessions on here.

Confessions. That's a scary word.

So here it goes, here's my first confession.

I like reading Craigslist Personal Ads.

Disclaimer: I would never ever ever in a million years even think about posting an ad on Craigslist (or answer one), but I like to read them.


Yes, some are creepy, some are weird (ex. "I enjoy theatrical-quality tomfoolery"...what), and some are downright fake.  But some are nice.  My favorites are in the "missed connections" forum.

This is where people leave messages hoping to find people they've crossed paths with.  There is something less sinister about this forum than the others, no creepy requests, no augmented biographies pleading for a date.  Instead, there's a sort-of-sad sad sincerity in these posts.


These people…

fried banana bread bites

At this time of year, bunnies are supposed to popping out of flower beds left and right, and baby chicks are supposed to be hatching from Easter eggs.


So far I've seen none of these things happening... I guess they just don't happen when you live in the city.


Nonetheless, bunnies and baby chicks are all symbols of rebirth and new beginnings. I've definitely had some of my own new beginnings this Spring.


For one thing, I can't sit still.  I feel this intangible energy pulsing through the air, and this fire in my throat that definitely wasn't there in December. It's hard to describe, but I feel like life right now is the opening scene of a movie, where there's just a bunch of dew and morning dust floating around and it's unclear what the movie is even about.


I am slowly getting the hang of my hostessing job.  No longer am I the girl who looks like a deer in headlights, awkwardly racking my brain for something to say as I guide people to their tables.  …

deep-dish apple pie pizza

Nothing's really that simple.

On this blog, I often worry that I am compelled to portray myself as this teenage Martha Stewart-wannabe, but that's not reality.

If I were Lauren Conrad or Martha Stewart, this would be different.  It is their job to look super fabulous and manicured for their readers -- exhibiting guru-like knowledge on flower arrangements and sock buns that don't look stupidFor me, this whole blogging thing is a little different.  I don't have endless funds to spend on peonies, my hair will never look good in a sock bun, and I have no authority to tell you all how to mix a pink mimosa.


My goal is to get closer to you all as readers and tell it like it is.  I want you to be able to read my blog posts and be all like "whoa, she gets it!," or "omg me too." Definitely not a "my life is in shambles, how can I be more like her" (because believe me, my life is in shambles sometimes too).

Yes, I have a collection of…