It’s Happening!

I’ve talked about our downstairs bathroom before, but last night I had a super not-even-remotely-a-secret meeting with my aunt about it. She offered ever so sweetly to help me rehab the bathroom as my Christmas present. She has insane amounts of experience with this stuff. She and her siblings are basically gutting and redoing an entire house for their parents. They added a second floor all on their own! So yeah, I’m gonna take the help.

She has some great ideas and I can’t wait to see what she has in store for me. I was too afraid to tackle that vanity top, but she says it’s out of here!



I showed her the towels and hardware I bought for my little plan so those will be the springboard for the design. She is the kind of person who can envision a room and execute it perfectly. Actually, all my aunts are that talented. I’m a very lucky neice. So stay tuned for the revision of my bathroom plans!


Suburban Fervor Profile: Loki

Not to sound too hipstery but I named my dog Loki before it was cool. Just in case you were wondering, he also goes by Loks, Pupperoni, Sausage, Sauce, and my personal favorite, Saucy. He will answer to all of them usually with an exuberant look that says, “You love me! You really do love me!” Every time.

I received Loki as a gift last Christmas from my boyfriend. He got me in the car and said he couldn’t tell me where we were going. It was a surprise. Then he pulls into a shelter and I basically lost it. He told me that he and my roommates decided we could get a cat, so I could choose whichever cat I wanted. Silly boys.

We went to the cat room and they had a pair of all black kittens, which my boyfriend and I are both suckers for because our childhood cats were all black. I was overwhelmed by the cats. I can’t tell what makes a good cat from just seeing for a few moments. They all want to get out of their cages so they all pander to you. I don’t blame them.

I asked my boyfriend if we could just take a look at the dogs. He reluctantly agreed and off we went. At this point I burst into tears. Now, anyone who knows me will tell you that I am not a crier. I was just so sad for these dogs that wanted to come home with me and be in our family. ALL OF THEM. So we walked down the cages and this face looked up at me.


What was I supposed to do? You can’t say no to that. I asked a shelter person if I could take him for a walk to the dog run and see how he liked us. We were instantly smitten. He was a good walker and gentle and the perfect size for us.


Next came telling the roommates that I had my heart set on a dog. The word traitor was thrown around. There was much grumbling and resistance. Then they set eyes on him and they were ready to dash out the door, dog in hand. You think I am exaggerating, but I assure you it was love at first sight. So we took him to the dog run again to they could interact with him and the practically admonished me for making them wait any longer to take him home.


He came home with us that night and has been our perfect match ever since. He takes treats so gently, he rarely barks, he cuddles, he likes kids, he never has accidents, and I’m fairly certain he thinks he is human. He is my baby Loks.


The Best Laid Plans

This week life has been happening all over the place. It’s getting to the point that I’m putting real weight on the saying, “If you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans.”

My plans for Saturday:

  • Go grocery shopping
  • Start prepping and doing some cooking related to my previous post
  • Enjoy the beautiful fall weather


My Saturday reality:

  • Wake up to an empty house (except sleeping boyfriend), meaning no cars to take me to the grocery store
  • Call my mom, who has my sister/roomie. Mom begs me to come over. *sigh* Ok
  • Have my entire day hijacked by my mom and sister
  • Get home wiped out, but with renewed relish to grocery shop the next day


My plans for Sunday:

  • Go grocery shopping
  • Go to the pumpkin patch with my 2-year-old cousin (the only child in the world that doesn’t overflow with glee at the very sight of me) without the rest of my family (who he adores above me)
  • Cook like a maniac


My Sunday reality:

  • Go to the pumpkin patch with my little cousin, my mother, my sister/roomie, and my baby sister. Guess who my baby cousin wanted nothing to do with? Yeah. Me.
  • Day sucked away by other people’s plans
  • Get returned home with no way to get to the grocery store
  • Mope, eat donuts


In other news, I have a new niece. This adorbs little tiny human has had a tough week and it has weighed on all of our minds. She deserves her little one-week old privacy, but if you could keep her in your thoughts/prayers, I would really appreciate it.

Quick update on the bloggy blog: Check out the new tab at the top of the page. I am now available to receive your emails!

Don’t give up hope on the Marathon Cooking because it’s GONNA HAPPEN. Everyone in my house is on board and thrilled so we are all motivated.