Translation: Five for Friday. Golly, I think I made my sister proud. That’s Spanish, y’all. Kels is fluent and I drunkenly stagger through it time to time. I’m looking at taking a Spanish class in the Spring. We shall see how the cookie crumbles. ANYway.
I didn’t know it was possible for food to be trendy. Have I lived under a rock previously? Or has ‘pumpkin’ exploded more this year than any year before? Maybe it’s my exposure to the blog-world I never had before. But, HOLY MOLY, it’s everywhere. Not that I mind. I wouldn’t mind trying this Pumpkin Pie Dip and I need to find something to put this Pumpkin Spice Brown Butter Frosting on. Because, we all know how I’ve been feeling about brown butter lately. These Two Ingredient Chocolate Pumpkin Cupcakes probably aren’t bad (read: they’re probably AMAZING). And this Homemade Pumpkin Spice Creamer? I bet it’s awful. PFFFT. YEAH RIGHT. You’d probably have to stop me from drinking it straight. I mean, I even found myself making my own pumpkin pie this week. From a damn pumpkin. And I obviously can’t stop talking about pumpkin. Look at this rant alone. MAN. Ahh hell, just for the sake of sharing, this Pumpkin Better Than Sex Cake
might be quite satisfying looks freaking amazing, too.
I’ve checked out A Casual Vacancy three separate times from the library. I give up. Someone just tell me what it’s about so I can get on with my life.
Grateful to be home! I spent Monday-Thursday doing some hardcore recruitment, which meant staying out-of-town. I didn’t mind the quiet time in the hotel those nights, but when it came time for sleep, I really missed not having someone to steal the covers from.
Earlier this week, Kim retweeted an article called “The First Rule of Diet Club Is Don’t Talk About Diet Club” and holy balls if I’m not terribly guilty of what she is talking about. I pride myself on pretty self-aware in most aspects of my life. It’s hard to admit that I’m wrong and I don’t always do it, but I really think I do it more than the average Joe. Along those same lines, I have no problem verbalizing the fact that I know I’m a bit heftier than I used to be, that I shouldn’t be eating the ice cream sundae I’m currently shoving into my mouth, or that I’m “thinking” about trying a new diet. I’m an open book, folks. But, ya know, this girl has a point. Why am I justifying myself to anyone? It’s stupid.
So, like I said in number 3, I was in a hotel a few nights this week. And doggone it, the people next door were REALLY lovin’ each other. They loved each other SO much, the were jumping up and down on their bed to show it. …that’s what they were doing, right? Just jumping on the bed? …mmhmmmm, right. But, for real? Nobody wants to hear that. Unfortunately, there were no complimentary ear plugs as there had been a few weeks ago during my hotel stay. Dear Country Inn and Suites, would you consider ear plugs to save those of us traveling for business from being subjected to the effing rabbits we are forced to share a wall with? mmmkaythanks, Jessi.
Can someone explain to me what exactly happened at my neighbors Monday morning…? Ha, I got a good chuckle out of it!