My List of Happy

I miss this little blog of mine.

It's just annoying that whenever I pop in to try and write, I'm reminded of this whole other life I used to have that I would love to forget ever happened.

I'm thinking a blog overhaul is in store folks. Get this place looking all shiny and new with no remnants what so ever of he who shall not be named/douche lord.

So instead of bitching about things that annoy me, I think I'll list some things that make me happy. Like embarrassingly happy.

In no particular order:

1. Wine.. Usually from a box.
2. Vanderpump Rules marathons
3. Comfy cozy slippers
4. Cuddling
5. Popcorn
6. Realizing I just described what I'll be doing tonight and getting ridiculously excited about it.
7. Puppies
8. Kittens.. Not cats. F cats. (No offense to any cat ladies out there. I respect you and all the shit you have to put up with.)
9. Getting flowers just because
10. Christmas music
11. Theme parties
12. Sleeping in
13. Dancing. Especially car dancing.. I really enjoy a good dance sesh while driving. So do other people that pass me.
14. Popping pimples that aren't my own. I know I'm gross.
15. Boating.. I effing love boating.
16. Vodka. Give me all the vodka.
17. How excited my dog gets when I walk in the door
18. Being able to eat whatever I want and not gain any weight. Ha just kidding. That's not real life.
19. My birthday week
20. Having a weekend off
21. Road trips
22. Trying out a new restaurant
23. Open bars at weddings
24. Going to the movies
25. The beach
26. Finding money in last year's winter coat
27. A perfect mani
28. An iced vanilla latte
29. Good hair days.. I think they should happen more often
30. Phone dates with far away friends
31. Cooking for people
32. Funny snap chats
33. Pillows.. Lots of pillows
34. Anything leopard
35. Baby goats.. I will have one someday.
36. Brunch.. Unlimited mimosas preferred
37. Wearing a new outfit
38. Cheese.. Mmm.. Cheeseee
39. Boots AKA the only good thing about winter
40. Having someone else pump my gas
41. Lip plumper
42. Wine tours.. Grown up bar crawls
43. The 4th of July
44. When people fall (but don't get hurt.. I'm not completely evil)
45. Being silly with girlfriends
46. Being tan
47. Having someone play with my hair
48. Warm summer nights (why do I live in upstate NY?)
49. Receiving cards.. I keep them for always.
50. Having a million reasons to smile :)

Well on that note, time to go get people drunk enough to tip me more than the suggested 20%. Happy Monday friends!

What makes you happy?

I Hate Dating

Now I know that that's a bold statement and kind of makes me sound like a bitter old lady so let me rephrase that.. I love dating.. But only when it's my actual boyfriend or someone that I can stand being around for more than 5 minutes. I've been single for 6 months now and could've probably created a whole blog just on my awful and awkward dating adventures this summer.

Warning: When you're 27 and newly single, all of your friends will try and hook you up with whatever single guy friends they still have left. Some of these guys will be really nice.. But most of them will be full blown weirdos and may even stalk you a little bit.

Some of them will talk in third person.

Some of them will use baby talk. Eek.

Some of them will bring you carnations. (Seriously the cockroach of flowers. It's been over a month and I swear they're still alive and well somewhere in the backseat of my car.) Ca'mon man.

Some of them will ask you to be their girlfriend on the second date. You'll then have to say no and have a nice little awkward 30 minute ride home with them.

They'll then send you snap chats over the next couple of days of friends of theirs (people you don't know) saying "Hope you had fun on your date Cortney!" You will delete them off of Snapchat and debate deleting the app all together.

You'll then get a text from them a few days later where they break up with you. Even though you weren't dating and haven't spoken to them since that really awkward drive home.

You'll just agree with them and let them win because you're hoping they'll go away.. But nope, they'll say that they bought you something "back when things were good" and they still would like you to have it. Huh?  Two dates. When were things good?

You will then thank yourself for never allowing them to pick you up so they don't know where you live. Nobody wants a Lifetime movie based on their life.

If you haven't guessed, this was just one person. I'm half expecting a stuffed animal waiting for me at work today. Hey, I guess as long as it isn't carnations.

And on that note, beer me. Happy Thursday y'all.

Should I Stay or Should I Go?

It's been a rough couple days.. Hell, weeks. I could probably say months but in all honesty, summer was good for me. It was full of friends, family and a whole lot of silliness. I finally felt like I was somewhat myself again.. I hadn't realized what a boring/miserable person I had become. But believe me, my asshole friends have told me. I've truly enjoyed being back in my home town and once again, getting people drunk like it's my job.. Because once again, it is. Summer was fantastic but I had to finally face what I had run away from back in March. I had to go back to Michigan.

Now I know that I said the past week or so has been hard and you may think that seeing my ex made me completely depressed all over again but it was actually just the opposite. It was like I was seeing an old friend.. And not to mention a VERY happy and even more massive Remi. There was no pain or fear that maybe we did the wrong thing by breaking up. The trip was honestly the best closure I could've had. Relationship wise anyway. The trip also brought back old feelings of why I moved to Michigan in the first place. I remembered how much I loved it there.. Before the boyfriend, before the Remi. I honestly had a panic attack on my way back to New York because I didn't want to leave. (But I hadn't had a panic attack in like 2 weeks so I was over due.)

So now here I am wondering what I should do. Should I stay in New York? Or back to Michigan I go? Can someone let me borrow their crystal ball?

I Came Out Of The Closet

Kind of. My break up hasn't turned me to the other side (yet) even though I did strongly consider it for like two minutes. I also strongly consider it whenever I see pictures of Kate Upton but that's neither here nor there.

I came out of the blogging closet. (I know that that's probably not a thing but I'm making it one)

I know that I've read posts about this topic before but I thought I'd share my experience for those that are considering coming out or have already done so.

When I first started blogging, I was embarrassed. I hid it from everyone for fear of what they would think or say. I was absolutely terrified for anyone to know that I was a blogger and then the thought of my friends and family actually reading it?! Forget it. What if they hated it? Everyone was going to think I was weird or tell me that it was good but really just laugh at it behind my back. I seriously would feel like I was doing something super sneaky whenever I wrote a post. I almost kind of liked that part though because I have no secrets. If you tell me a secret, I won't tell a soul. But my own secrets? I tell everybody.

Welp, one day, I was pretty much called out on it and had to confess. I guess I hadn't been as sneaky as I thought I was. And all the bad things that I was scared of happening? They happened. I was made to feel bad about it.. I was made to feel so dumb about certain blog posts that I stopped writing about shit I actually cared about and then eventually stopped writing at all.

*Looking back, this should have been a red flag and I should've kept right on doing what I was doing. Blogging is something that I enjoy doing and although I was made to feel stupid for doing it, it was stupid of me to stop. Throw in some words that rhyme with fuck and I'll end this little rant right now*

Anywho, I've been back in New York for two months now and have been loving spending time with my friends who for the most part, I've known since elementary school. I've also made quite a few new friends who I swear, God was like "uh oh, Cortney's sad.. Better send her some new drinking buddies who she'll love for forever and ever. Amen." (Thanks guy.)

One night (after a pop or two) I was exchanging Twitter info with one of these new friends and he asked why I had two different Twitter accounts. I explained that I had two because one of them was linked to something secret of mine. Obviously he pressed the issue so I immediately spilled the ONE secret of mine that I hadn't told. Oops.

I expected to be made fun of.. For him to drop on the floor right there and laugh & point at my now very red face. Instead, he got so excited about seeing it that I had to show him. He (said) he loved it and started showing other friends of ours who then also said they loved it. I actually found out that quite a few of my girlfriends have been wanting to start a blog but didn't know how or were also embarrassed. People were actually excited about it and read it from beginning to end and then told me I needed to start again.. So here I am.

Long story short, I've now opened up this little piece of the interwebz to my friends and family. Do they all love it? Probably not. I know that what I write isn't for everyone but at least I'm not embarrassed to say that I blog anymore. It's actually kind of fun. Especially when you've had a few shots of Fireball.

To anyone considering coming out of your own blogging closet, I say do it. The people that truly love you will love it and if they don't, fuck 'em.

Nothing A Little Vodka Can't Fix.

Hi Blog World. I'm alive..  I've just been waiting to write until I actually felt alive again. For anyone that has followed this little blog of mine for any amount of time, you'll know that the whole thing was pretty much centered around my boyfriend, my dog and my life in Michigan. Well, since the last time I wrote, the dog and the boyfriend are no longer mine and I'm currently living back in Upstate New York with my room mate (my mom). Try not to be too jealous.

I fell off the face of the world pretty abruptly but my own little world crumbled rather abruptly so I hope you all can forgive me. 

I'm also writing from my phone which is annoying the living hell out of me but my laptop is still in Michigan along with all the rest of my belongings. Imagine living out of a suitcase for a week and how annoying that shit is. Now times it by 2 months and there you have my life. 

Note to self: When you break up, just suck it up and grab all your shit. You'll thank yourself 2 months later when you then realize you have to drive 10 hours away just to blow $800 on a UHaul and drive right back. 

Actually, this whole thing has been a huge learning experience. Probably one of the most painful things I've ever been through but let's learn things about break ups today, shall we?

1. Never move in with a guy after 1 month of dating. You effing idiot.

2. Don't buy a Great Dane together and don't fall in love with her.

3. Don't revolve your whole world around one person. Mother F.

4. Swear off all men & become a bitter person for the rest of your life.

5. Only do that for 5 minutes. 

6. Surround yourself with all those amazing people you've been living so far away from for so long.

7. Drink insane amounts of vodka with these people until they start asking when you're going to allow them to be sober again. 

8. Tell them NEVERRRR. 

9. Get back to being you.. Not the person someone wanted you to be. You're a happier person when you are you. 

10. Just go be awesome. Life is too short to be sad. 

Welp. That's enough life lessons for a Tuesday. Can't wait to start stalking and loving on all of you again! 

From Brat To Bestie

If you follow me on Instagram, you'll have already seen all the Instalove that Remi was receiving yesterday for her birthday. It's kind of sad that my dog is so much cooler than I am.

 

But seriously can not believe that my little girl is already one.. where does the time go?!

It seems like just yesterday that we were picking her out and bringing her home.

 

Gosh, I miss that little nugget of a pup on the left but definitely not how naughty that same little nugget was. I swear I still have nightmares.. but she has slowly become my new BFF (even after peeing on a pair of my boots last week) and I'm so glad that we decided to add her to our little fam. Or that Paul finally gave in after months of my begging.. which ever.

 

 I wonder if I'll be this sad over my hypothetical human children getting older..

 

An update on my blog design progress: Minimal.

My goal is to have this place back up and running full time by Monday next week..

Which probably means Tuesday since St Pattys just so happens to be on Monday & I really enjoy drinking green beer with a side of Irish Car Bomb(s). Enjoy being Irish this weekend friends! Hopefully this place will be looking a lot different next week!  

I'm Alive. I Promise.

Well, hello there March 11'th - aka my first post in March. Oops.

Just letting you all know that yup, I'm alive! And that things might start looking really funny around here as I'm pretending to be a blog designer.

X's and O's.

The Blogmopolitan Quiz

Thanks Erin for making me feel like a celebrity today!

I didn't get to participate during the last Blogmopolitan Quiz and felt a little left out so I was extremely pumped when I saw this little guy today. I think everyone should go link up because I haven't gotten my Cosmo (magazine or otherwise) fix in awhile.. mostly because I hate the fact that I'm older than every girl on the cover now. One day it was B-Spears being all fabulous and not bald and then all of a sudden, it's Ariana Grande looking all of 10 years old. This chick shouldn't even know how babies are made.. what the heck is she doing on the cover of Cosmo?

Well, that rant is over for now. Quiz time.

A Christmas Party In February?



A week away from the blog and you'd think I'd have my shit together before 4 PM on a Monday but apparently that's just not the case. I'm just now getting my head out of the clouds and it's not even from too much wine. Sadly, I was getting other people drunk until all hours of the night so it made for an interesting morning today.

 

2 months ago, my former boss asked if I would tend bar for their company Christmas party (yes, Christmas) for them at the end of February. 2 months ago, I was a couple of beers deep Feb 23rd seemed really far away and just like some mythical date that would never really arrive so I said yes. Needless to say, I was pretty pissed at myself when I woke up yesterday morning and said "mythical" date had arrived. 

 

Awhile back, I listed some ways to bug your bartender and after last night, I could easily make a whole new list. This list would be also be titled "20 Reasons Why I Will Never Set Foot Behind a Bar Again" .. but that's a little wordy and it would list names and faces along with a link to their Facebook page so that might not be the best idea.

 

But yesterday wasn't all bad because I did get to be hung over with girlfriends from out of town, drink pretty mimosa's and eat the most amazing eggs benedict in all the land.

 

 

If I could eat only one thing for the rest of my life, it might be eggs benedict from the Sundance Grill here in Grand Rapids. That and movie popcorn. I'm obviously really health conscious.

So enough about food and booze (but isn't that what this blog is about?).. I have some exciting stuff in the works which might have something to do with my playing hooky all last week. It's exciting to me anyway and I can't wait to share it with all of you!

Happy Monday friends.. it's almost over.

My Valentine

Happy Valentine's Day lovers!! Despite all of my bitching worrying yesterday, Pax did allow PDiddy to board a flight today and he is currently on his way into my loving arms. I don't even think we're actually doing anything special but I'm just happy to have that guy home. After living together for over a year now, I know that I can drive him crazy and vice versa but two days away and I'm needing his ass to get home so that my little world can start spinning again.. and that is so freaking corny that I'm making myself gag so I apologize.

So Happy Valentine's Day to this guy: (in the off chance that he actually reads this)

 

But enough of that mushy stuff.. I hope you all have a fabulous lover's day weekend full of chocolate and flowers and hopefully some pink champagne or something.

Dear Pax, Go Home. You're Drunk.

Oh Thursday, you make me happy.

You know what doesn't make me happy? Stupid snow storms in NYC. I know I'm not there but my boyfriend is and obviously Pax didn't care about tomorrow being Valentine's Day. (Side note: when did we start naming snow storms? Who started this nonsense? I want to speak to their mother)

I have a feeling that all flights out of LaGuardia tomorrow are going to be canceled just to shit rain on my parade. I know I'm going against the blog world consensus right now of hating VDay but I absolutely love it. I have always had a special little place in my heart for this holiday. I have a special place in my heart for holidays in general.. you name it, I'll celebrate it.. but I love Valentine's Day and this is especially true when I actually have a boyfriend worth celebrating with.

If all else fails, I have Remi. We can make like Lady and the Tramp and share some spaghetti.



Okay, my "woe is me, my boyfriend might be snowed in tomorrow and I'll have to be romantic with my dog" schpeel can be over now.

It's Thursday afternoon & you know what we call that in the office? Margarita Thursday. I know, I know.. we really need to work on the name but in my defense, they called it that before I ever started working here so I had no part in it. But anyway, you get the idea.

Skinny Enchilada Casserole

I tried a new recipe last night and it was absolutely delish so I wanted to share it with you guys. When I first started blogging, I never thought I'd be posting so many recipes. Hell, when I first started life, I never thought I'd even cook. In college, my sorority sisters and I would have "family dinners" where we'd cook our favorite frat friends a meal and drink wine. Well, they'd cook and I'd be in charge of cutting the carrots (& drinking all the wine). It was pretty much a fancier way to get drunk together on a school night. Anyway, I wasn't allowed near the oven because my specialty was microwave popcorn and Kraft mac&cheese. 

This all changed when Pinterest was introduced into my life. It was the best thing to ever happen to mine and my oven's relationship and when I send pictures to my sorority sisters of the dinner I just made, they get really confused and ask me who I am. I'm obviously no Rachel Ray (Thank God, I can't stand that woman) but I'm just glad I'm not in charge of cutting the carrots anymore.

 

 

Ingredients:
1 ¼ lbs extra lean ground turkey (I used Jennie-O)
1 (10 oz) can enchilada sauce
1 (8 oz) can tomato sauce
1 (15 oz) can black beans, drained and rinsed
1 (10 oz) can refrigerator biscuits, cut into quarters (I used my store brand Meijer “Homestyle” biscuits)
1 cup shredded low fat Mexican Cheese

 

Directions:
1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Lightly mist a 9 x 13 baking dish with cooking spray and set aside. (Grab Coors Light from fridge and take a big sip because you just drove around for a half an hour trying to find a parking spot outside of your own house)
2. Brown turkey in a large skillet or sauté pan. I used a smaller pan and made a mess so size does matter. See what I did there?  
3. Add the enchilada sauce, tomato sauce and black beans and stir to combine. Stir the biscuit pieces into the meat mixture.
4. Transfer the entire mixture to the prepared baking dish and spread out evenly. Bake for 25 minutes. Remove from the oven and sprinkle the cheese on top. Bake an additional 10 minutes. Let stand for 5 minutes before serving.

 

I say this is a "skinny" recipe because according to myfitnesspal app: 307 calories, 34 g carbs, 6 g fat, 32 g protein, 4 g fiber per serving. Not bad.
The only thing I'd change is maybe use a bigger can of refrigerated biscuits. Who doesn't like biscuits? But then that'd probably make it less "skinny".. so you swap the Coors Light for a Mich Ultra. Done and done.

 

This recipe is definitely a winner.. Your boyfriend will go back for seconds and your dog will look really cute while begging for some.

 

See?

 

Enjoy!

My Dog's Weekends Are More Exciting Than Mine

Well, I'd love to do a weekend recap for you but I seriously doubt anyone cares about my NetFlix adventures from my couch. Seriously, the highlight of my weekend was facetiming with my girlfriends back home while they were out clubbing and I was home watching the Olympics and drinking vodka. At least I was drinking something that didn't come from a box.

 

It'd be a real shame if we missed a selfie opportunity.

Remi had an exciting weekend though because her very first Pet Box came full of goodies and treats! She LOVES when things are for her.. she gets all excited and trots around our apartment like the pretty little show pony that she is.

Pet Box is my first subscription box and as far as I know, Remi's first too. Subscription boxes have always creeped me out because you don't get to pick what they send you.. what if I don't like it? Well, neither of us like surprises so we loved that with Pet Box you get to pick out all of your own treats & toys. Remi is a pretty picky girl and I wouldn't want a box showing up that she wouldn't like.

Absolutely not the case with this goodie box though. She is loving her new treats like crazy and she has no idea that they're all natural and really good for her. The multi-vitamin is one of her favorites and if Pet Box can get Remi to like vitamins, I'm sold.

 

What I think I love most about this company is that with every Pet Box they ship, they feed a rescue animal. 800+ rescue animals will be fed with just one subscription. How amazing is that? I don't have to spend a million dollars at Petsmart, a rescue pup has a full tummy and I have one happy Remi girl on my hands. This is a win for everyone involved.

 

Remi wanted all of your pups (& kitties) to be able to have a box of their own full of healthy treats and toys so Pet Box gave her a special discount code to save you 20% off your order!

$29 + 20% off discount code = $23.20

I never make it out of the store with a month's worth of treats for $23. Her toys alone are usually $20+!

The toy duck she received in her box has replaced her Wubba as her new baby. This thing goes everywhere with her and then cuddles with her at night. It's seriously cute.

Just enter "LITTLETHINGS20" to receive your discount and then get ready for so many sloppy kisses when your pup gets their Pet Box in the mail.

Where I'd Rather Be

Where I am:

 

 

 Where I'd rather be:

 

 

If the picture of where I currently am isn't the most depressing picture in the history of pictures, I don't know what is (I am well aware that there are a shit ton more depressing pictures in the history of pictures but right now I want you to feel bad for me because I'm drowning in snow).

 

If there was ever a winter that could convince me to move somewhere tropical and rent jet skis to tourists as a living, it'd be this one.

 



 

But I'm 21 26.. and have a boyfriend, a dog and a job.. soooo I guess I have to be some what responsible and just bitch about the weather on Facebook like everyone else.

 

Somebody beer me stat.

The Easiest Recipe In The World

I wish I could go back in time and tell myself not to get too excited over the Super Bowl. I'd tell myself that the one good commercial I'd see, I already saw (the cute Budweiser one with the horse and the puppy.. aweeee) and that the only good thing about the game would be Bruno Mars. I'd also like to give Peyton Manning a hug.

I did have a good time stuffing my face with all sorts of food that's bad for me though.. I guess that was another good thing about the Super Bowl. Bruno Mars & unhealthy food. I also made the easiest dip in the whole wide world and everyone loved it so I thought I'd share this little piece of goodness with you all today. I'm a really big fan of letting my crock pot do all the work while I do really important things play Candy Crush & then I get all the credit. This will be my go to recipe for parties from now on and I don't think anyone will be complaining.

 

 

Ingredients:

 

• 3 (10 oz) cans chunk chicken, drained
• 3 (8 oz) packages of cream cheese
• 1 bottle of Ranch (I use Hidden Valley)
• 1 bottle of Frank's Red Hot (I used the Buffalo kind)

1. Throw all ingredients into crock pot.
2. Cook on high for 3 hours. I always get impatient and stir it around every now & then.
3. Be the coolest person at the party because you brought the best dip.

You can also use blue cheese instead of ranch and add 2 cups of shredded cheddar cheese but I've found that people usually like ranch better and that the cheddar cheese makes it a little messy.

Hopefully next year's Super Bowl proves to be way better than the awfulness that shat on our TV's yesterday but I promise you, the dip will at least be good.

Super Eye Candy Sunday

Happy National Stare at Eric Decker Day!

or Super Bowl Sunday.. same thing.

I'm looking forward to eating my weight in dips & chips, commercials, Bruno Mars, Peyton beating on Sherman and the occasional glimpse of Eric Decker without a helmet on. Enjoy your Sunday friends!

My Selfie Phobia

Woop! End of the week is here with a weekend full of fun & football ahead. (GO ERIC DECKER!! Broncos!) I think I deserve it after the traumatizing Wednesday that I had. If anyone follows me on Twitter, you probably saw the really beautiful photo of me drinking wine with foils in my hair while under a blow dryer. This was at 7 PM, when I was still happy. At 8:15, all hell broke loose because the 3 inches I thought were getting cut off my hair turned into something more like 20 7. I was really brave acting when it happened.. mostly because I didn't want to cause a scene at the hair salon but when I came walking into our apartment a hysterical sobbing mess, I was poor PDiddy's problem then.

You know it's bad when you can't even eat your chicken nuggets Happy Meal. (Has anyone noticed that the toys are getting less and less cool? Paul Frank stickers? Come on.)

 

When I got to work yesterday I felt a little better because no one mentioned anything.. I was like okay, I was just being overly dramatic like usual. Then a girl at lunch told me that she loved my new bob. Thursday ruined. Cue margarita.

 

All of my friends my mom of course wanted to see pics so I took some awkward selfies for her yesterday once I had calmed a little.



 

I HATE selfies. I don't mind if chicks want to post duck face selfies of themselves all over social media.. go for it. As long as you aren't posting them 11,000 times a day from your bathroom, we can still be FB friends. But when I do it, something strange happens and I can't help but make an ugly face or do something weird. I just get all nervous and discombobulated and don't know what to do. I usually try and grab Remi because if your dog is in the picture, it's not truly a selfie. I mean, she could be taking the photo.. you don't know her life. If Remi isn't around, I'll just grab the glass of wine that's usually sitting in front of me and drink that.

 

But today I thought I'd attempt a real one. Mostly because Remi isn't here and I don't have a glass of wine readily available. Sigh.

I'm actually in a pretty legit mood today just incase you couldn't tell from all the bitchiness you just read. It's Friday.. not even having a bob can get me down. Any suggestions on the best brand of extensions are welcomed though.

Happy weekend lovers!

Monday Rambles

I have been sucking at blog life the last few days but only because I've been non-suckish at real life. This rarely happens. The fact that the box of Franzia in my fridge has been super lonely the past 2 weeks is also a rarity. Kind of super proud of myself though. Also super proud of my little coffee cup this morning:

It looks like a beer but it's just a coffee. Tricky Tricky.

Because even when I'm not drinking, I like to pretend to.. which makes me happy. It's the little things in life people.

This weekend was terrible weather wise. We got something insane like 11,000 24 inches of snow all while being negative 700 10 degrees out. I left the house yesterday for the first time all weekend fully intending to go pick up food for dinner, cleaned my car off for 20 minutes then walked my happy ass back inside to order a pizza. Winter is just not my thang. Pizza delivery is though.

And since I did nothing but watch Netflix all weekend, I have little to absolutely nothing to tell you about except that my dog is officially my height.. which is pretty easy to do.. except she's a dog.. so I'm impressed.

 

Is it April yet?!

Thinking About..

 

Sick of my ombre. This may be happening tomorrow.

Oh, Tuesday.

Being a little homesick these days. Wishing New York wasn't 24,832,651 miles away. Or more accurately, 657.67 miles. Same thing.

Like My Hat?

Day 3 of the yeast free diet and I've lost 3 lbs! I mean it's nothing to write home about.. or blog about.. but it's something! Probably just from not drinking a bottle of wine every night.

Back in December, I wrote this post about how I got a new job and was no longer bartending but didn't tell you what I was actually doing. This was mostly because I didn't really know what I was doing.. and still don't.

It's definitely a job that I never saw myself doing. Like ever. In the history of ever.

I took a job at a construction company.

I know.. huh?

 

I'm not actually doing any construction.. the heaviest thing I can lift is a bottle of Absolut. I just get to go out to job sites and boss people around while wearing a really sweet hard hat and safety goggles.

And this is my little very undecorated office:

 

Sadly, the office didn't come with the old truck outside the window.

 

I took this picture the day that I started so add a lap top and a million papers to make it really messy and you get the picture.

So that's where I'm sitting all day while bossing construction workers around and blogging. Any ideas on how to turn my office into a Pinterest masterpiece would be extremely helpful and welcomed.

Happy Humping Day folks!

A Little Rant & A Recipe

Day 2 of the yeast free diet and I’m only slightly depressed. Go me. I even made it through a whole episode of the Bachelor last night without any wine.. mostly because crazy pants Victoria had enough for me. I’m not going to be all Judgy McJudgerson here because I’ve shed my fair share of tears while heavily intoxicated, but I’ve never done it on national TV.. which is why I’m currently having a better day than Victoria, even if I can’t have a Diet Coke. I’ve never met Juan Pablo though.. so maybe she’s having a better day? That bitch is probably drinking a Diet Coke at this very moment.

End Bachelor rant.
End Diet Coke rant.. (maybe)

So I’m going to attempt to be domesticated tonight and make an actual meal.. a yeast free meal to be exact. Thought I’d share the recipe since it looks and sounds so yummy and its good for you. I do have to warn you that this is waaay more involved than my usual Kraft mac&cheese.

Spaghetti Squash Casserole

 

Ingredients:

•1 large spaghetti squash

•1 pound ground turkey

•3 roma tomatoes, diced

•1/2 yellow onion, chopped

•1 C pizza sauce (1 C tomato sauce + 1/2 t dried basil + 1/2 t dried oregano + 1/4 t garlic powder. Mix well.)

•1 t dried basil

•3 garlic cloves, minced

•3 eggs, whisked

•salt and pepper, to taste

 

Instructions:

1. Preheat oven to 400 degrees.

2. Cut spaghetti squash in half lengthwise, face cut sides down on baking sheet and bake for 25 minutes.

3. While squash is cooking, brown your ground turkey and set to the side.

4. Once squash is done cooking, using a fork, scrape out the insides of the squash making your "noodles" and place in an 8x8 greased baking dish.

5. Reduce oven to 350 degrees.

6. In baking dish, add turkey, pizza sauce, tomatoes, onions, garlic, basil, salt and pepper.

7. Add whisked eggs and mix everything together.

8. Bake in the oven for 1 hour, until you begin to see a "crust" forming on the top.

9. Serve hot and enjoy!

*If you are not following a yeast-free eating program, feel free to add a little Parmesan cheese to the top.. ya lucky little biotch.

 

Happy Tuesday lovers & wish me luck on my attempted domesticatedness! .. it's a word.

 

 

Nicole Kidman Is One Lucky Lady.

I'm a complete waste of life today because of Keith Urban. Little Big Town may have something to do with it too. Pontoon is still my jam.

I suck at taking pictures when I have a beer in my hand.

Nothing I say today is going to amount to anything so I'm going to just leave you with Keith and Miranda.

 

PS. He did this song last night with Karen Fairchild from Little Big Town and it was ah-mazing.
 

 

 

Calling All Party People

I'm pimping myself out today.. but hopefully I'll be your pimp tomorrow.

 

I'm new'ish to the blogging world.. again.. and really want to "meet" new people because I'm sure that in the last few months that I've been MIA, a lot of new people have come into the world of blogging. I figure the best way to go about doing this is to sponsor people.. gain a little exposure but also help others out at the same time. I'm not ready to pay big blogs because I'm just starting out again so I'd really like to sponsor smaller blogs like myself.  

 

& I mostly just want to decorate my sidebar with all of your pretty faces.

so let's talk about sponsoring.. AKA swapping.
AKA let's be besties and swap each other's buttons!

Just send me an email at reaganj410@gmail.com

(with the subject line SPONSOR)

&& a link to your cute little button

Then add me, I'll do a little happy dance.. then add you!

Easy Peazy.

**If you do decide to sponsor me, I'd really love for you to do a (optional) guest post.

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