wanderlust.

Can’t stop watching.

omgggggg. I would die with happiness if this happened :) so cute.

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man, I love this dog.

this weekend, the two of us are flying to GA. Daisy gets to spend the summer with her grandparents on the farm because I can’t take her with me to NYC while I work :(

I am seriously going to miss her.

hi ho hi ho it’s back to work I go.

after a long and rewarding weekend running with my team at Ragnar Cape Cod, back to work reading J1 visa regulations! oh joy :)

My aunt sent a video of Molly “talking” …. Daisy didn’t know what to think. Her head literally went back and forth as far as her neck would allow.

precious baby cousin, Molly at 4 months :)

HOLY MOLY. I completely forgot I had one of these :)

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(warning: this was written in anger and I have not proof-read it)

Topic: Baking

Thanks to a combination of my grandmother, mom and Pinterest, I’m a pretty damn good baker.

Last weekend I made mint chocolate chip cookies from scratch from a recipe I found on Pinterest. I legitimately slaved away on these babies and took them to work for everyone’s enjoyment last Monday. No surprise, they were a hit. Thank you, thank you very much.

On Tuesday my one-upper roommate makes a nasty comment about not eating mint at the office.

On Wednesday I come home from a run around 8 p.m. and smell something burning. My one-upper roommate was attempting to make chocolate covered strawberries. The chocolate on the stove was burning and she was trying to fix the supposed-to-be-liquid chocolate by putting more butter in it. As I have never attempted to make chocolate covered strawberries, this may have been the correct thing to do, but it did not work. Her chocolate burned and was entirely too thick, but she salvaged maybe enough for 6 strawberries.

Fast forward to this weekend, where I am baking up a storm for our softball cook out on Sunday and excitingly invent and make strawberry cheesecake cookies (sadly not all from scratch as I’ve only made one strawberry cake by myself and didn’t want to mess up the batter … just in case). DELICIOUS. I mean these things are so soft and taste exactly like strawberry cheesecake, it’s a miracle. Mint chocolate chip cookies again, because they were a hit last time, and my strawberry cheesecake cookies are packaged up and ready to go. 

Softball game.

Tackled at home plate.

Jammed pinky finger.

Mexican cook-out.

Delicious cookies.

Home.

HARD AS ROCKS CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES ON THE TABLE.

That bitch (and I say this with as much hate and spittle as I can muster) has tried to make break-and-bake cookies and screwed them up. I just KNOW she was going to take them to work and try to pass them off as homemade. When I asked about them (about .5 seconds before my dog pulled them off the table – sorry I’m not sorry about my dog’s actions), she blamed the oven. Bahahahahahahahaha. Bitch puh-lease.

Topic: Australia/Money

As I was writing this, my other co-worker got to talking about how we were both in Australia studying abroad at the same time. We legitimately probably saw each other because we were naming off all the same bars and tonight I’m going home to check for her in the background of all my photos.

I get a text from my nice co-worker who sits across from one-upper roommate.

“Someone over here made a wretched face when you were talking about Oz and said they didn’t like Oz at all. So hilarious! Can we say some is … well it rhymes with schmelous.”

Seriously fun-life-sucker-and-giant-bitch-who-needs-to-prove-your-are-richer-than-me, I don’t give a flying fuck that you’re going on a $5000 cruise with your boyfriend and his rich family or that your cousin and her husband are jetting off to Greece because, “I mean, c’mon, he drives a Porsche and is like, loaded.” I’d rather camp out with my friends on the lake, knock back a few and have REAL fun. (Honestly though, if someone wanted to give me a $5000 cruise, I wouldn’t turn it down … but I wouldn’t BRAG ABOUT IT LIKE I’M SO FABULOUS. I would be on my knees constantly THANKING the person who so generously gave it to me. Stop acting so entitled.)

In the words of my texting co-worker, “I’m sorry but talking of money, it’s super tacky.”

dreamygirl90:

Favorite people _ Jason Segel

be still my beating heart.

spaz-tastic.

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