Sunday, March 31, 2013

Scenes From a Week: March 31 Edition

Another week behind us, and with it, another month.  Highlights from the week included my lovely cousinfriend Anne in town, a mid-day drink on Friday with Anne, Matt & Kelly, beerfest on Saturday, two longer outdoor runs along the lake, and gorgeous weather all weekend long.

I love turning the calendar from winter to spring, and to me, April feels like the real deal.  Tomorrow marks a new adventure for me, and I'm looking forward to the week and month ahead with excitement and curiosity.  Hope you had a wonderful weekend!

Spring on Michigan Avenue
Spring outfit
his & hers pre-weekend purchase (whiskey + summer shandy)

we went to "beerfest" on saturday - this was Kona beer from Hawaii
("liquid aloha")
scott with his cousin, allison, and her boyfriend, dave
scottie at beerfest
beerfest was at union station, so i had to take a snapshot of the steps
since they reminded me of dan
(see #8 his interesting person interview)
first gelato of the season on saturday night -
sea salt carmel + cookies & cream

flaskin' it on the CTA (go ahead and judge)
beerfest
ended the week with a sunday lakefront run 

Saturday, March 30, 2013

Quote of the Day: Cate Edwards

"It's not that complicated.  I love my family, and I'm loyal to them and I care about them and their pain is my pain and that's as complicated as it gets."  - Cate Edwards

Friday, March 29, 2013

Interesting Person Interview Series: Kate H. Edition

This week I'm thrilled to share my interview with Kate of Something Ivory.  To be honest, I'm not sure how I stumbled upon her blog, but it's become one of my daily reads.  While we don't see eye-to-eye on all things ;) I think it's healthy - and actually important - to surround ourselves with people that make us think, and Kate's well-written blog provides that for me on a daily basis. Kate and I have more in common then just our names.  We're both newlyweds (although how long can I keep calling myself that?), both 20-somethings, and both have great blogs :)  Plus, we both have ties to Alabama - it's where she currently resides, and it's where Scott and I got engaged

Kate's Interview... after the break!

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

equality

As I was falling asleep last night, I had my iPhone in my hand and was browsing Facebook.  Name after name, page after page, covered in red and equal signs and rainbows and “Pride”s.  So many friends publicly throwing their support behind gay marriage.  As I looked through my friend list, I was overwhelmed.  Not just by the sheer volume (although that was overwhelming too) but by the individuals.  A conservative friend, with a degree from a Catholic university.  My step-sister.  Friends of my moms.   Friends who I met at Catholic high school.  Friends that I met as a child and as an adult.  Friends from work and friends from play.  Friends of friends and neighbors and cousins.

The issue of “gay marriage” is one that divides us as a nation.

But it’s also one that unites us, as lovers of love and marriage, and lovers of humans – gay or straight. 

I am not gay, but I am a gay ally.   I have the right to marry whomever I choose (chose!) and I want that same right – that same civil right – for all adults.

It’s an issue that people are passionate about.  I’ve stopped reading the comments on some posts about gay marriage because they infuriate me so much.  (Particularly the argument “the bible says it’s wrong!”.  The Bible also condemns dual-material fabrics, pork, and haircuts, yet we let those directions slide).  But overall there is one thing that has become more and more clear: the tides are turning, and the opposition is losing, both momentum and the battle.  There is no doubt in my mind that gay men and women will be granted this right, and soon.  I’m not sure how the Supreme Court hearing will go, but it’s happening.  It’s time.

I was talking recently with a friend, and we started discussing what we would do if our son or daughter told us that they were gay.  And I don’t really have an answer… not because I haven’t thought about it, briefly, but because I hope to raise my family in such a way that my child wouldn’t need to “come out” to us in such a formal and direct way.

I guess the point of this post is to say that the tides are turning.  Love and equality are winning.  And while the battle isn’t over, the outcome is inevitable: gay adults will soon have the universal right to marriage.  And not only is this what I want, I believe it's also what God wants.  

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Photo Editing

I love taking pictures, and for the past few years as a blogger, I've lugged my camera along with me, just in case I stumbled upon something photo-worthy.

This all changed when I bought my iPhone.  The camera is terrific, for my purposes at least, and it's so easy - my phone is always at my fingertips, so the camera is too.  With my iPhone came Instagram.  (In case you don't know, Instagram is an iPhone app designed for photo sharing, and, to a lesser degree, photo editing).  Scott set up my Instagram account over Thanksgiving a few months ago, and I've been completely hooked ever since.

One thing that Instagram has taught me is the importance of photo-editing, whether it's simple cropping or adding a unique filter.  This obviously isn't a unique idea, but it's something that I've never done before.  I've quickly realized how much it can transform a picture.

Four before-and-after examples below:

Photo 1 - Before
Photo 1 - After



Photo 2 - Before

Photo 2 - After




Photo 3 - Before

Photo 3 - After




Photo 4 - Before
Photo 4 - After
It's fun to see how different photos look if cropped or filtered.  Pretty wild.

Sunday, March 24, 2013

Scenes From a Week: March 24 Edition

With another week in the books, it's officially late March... which is so hard to believe.  It's also the first week of Spring (finally) which means I've been up to my eyeballs in Spring cleaning, both literally and figuratively.

spring cleaning, wardrobe edition
my "first day of spring" outfit
first of many coronas this summer
the many layers of guinness
snickers peanut butter pie
another sign of spring?  fresh air courtesy of open windows
ridiculously good sushi and brussels sprouts at Ping Pong

Quote of the Day: Happiness Edition


“Rules for Happiness: something to do, someone to love, something to hope for.” - Immanuel Kant

Saturday, March 23, 2013

Bachelorette Signature Shot: Tutorial

If you've been reading my blog for any length of time, you know that I am many things, but an avid cook is not one of them.  For that reason, it's highly unusual that I post a single recipe in a week... let alone three!  But alas, the final addition to last weekend's Bachelorette Bonanza was a series of signature "Bachelorette Shots".  (They also have a more, ahem, colorful name but some of my relatives read this blog, so let's just call them "Bachelorette Signature Shots".  :)


They are super easy to make, and only require three ingredients*:

- Coffee Liquer
- Irish Cream
- Whipped Cream

*I used generic brands for all three, and they worked perfectly.

The portions are one part Coffee Liqeuer to one part Irish Cream.  Combine in a shaker (or a glass!),  mix a bit, then pour in to shot glasses.  The final step is to garnish with a large dollop of whipped cream.

You can make a batch with whatever quantity you want.  I had 13 girls, so I had a total of 13 shots (6.5 Coffee Liqueur, and 6.5 Irish Cream).



They were delicious, and hilarious (traditionally the Bachelorette is supposed to drink it without the use of her hands:) and made a special addition to the bachelorette festivities.

on steubenville

Just like many American's, I've paid attention to the news out of Steubenville, OH with both disgust and sympathy.  To summarize, an intoxicated 16-year old girl (“Jane Doe”) was raped by two teenage high-school football players. Further victimizing Jane Doe, video and photographs were taken which showed both the rape, and party attendees witnessing the rape.  The video and photos were widely distributed.

The case has brought national outrage, with many (most?) people crying foul and horror and having a hard time imagining the kind of person that would do this.

But a certain segment of the population feels a thinly veiled sympathy toward the convicted rapists. CNN is in major hot water over their coverage of the case.  One CNN reporter, Poppy Harlow, said: "These two young men who had such promising futures -- star football players, very good students -- literally watched as they believed their life fell apart."  Candy Crowley, another CNN reporter, said: "What’s the lasting effect though on two young men being found guilty juvenile court of rape essentially?"

I'm not sure we should be concerned about the "lasting effect" on the rapists.  They did this!  What about the "lasting effect" on the 16-year old victim, who suffered unbelievable crimes by both her rapists and the people around her who didn't step in?  If we're going to talk about lasting effect or lives falling apart, why is CNN not focusing on the victim?

In addition to our national media, Jane Doe is being victim shamed by clueless faceless commenters, saying that she's "crying rape" now that everyone knows, that she wanted it, that she deserved it.

I suspect some of it could be because of the (so-called) mitigating circumstances surrounding the incident.  Jane Doe was drinking - a lot - underage.  She lied to her parents, and went to an underage drinking party with the intent of drinking.  People say that she wanted to hang out with the popular "Big Red" football players, and that she was clinging on to their elusive attention.

Jane Doe was not asking for it.

Drunk girls aren't asking for it.

Scantily clad girls aren't asking for it.

Girls walking down a dark alley in the middle of the night in the sketchiest part of town aren't asking for it.

Do you get the theme?  Under no circumstance is a woman "asking for it" - unless her mouth is moving and the words coming out are her literally asking for it.

A rapist is not a victim.  I don’t care how good of a student he was, or how much is life is “ruined” by the sentence he gets for committing the crime.

A rape victim is a victim.  No matter the extenuating circumstances, no matter the mitigating details.

I also feel some animosity towards the students who witnessed any parts of the evening.  I will go on record saying that if I saw a girl in that circumstance, I would step in, no matter if it was uncomfortable or I felt like I was being "uncool".  It's harder in high school, I'm sure, when you're doing anything possible to not stand out.  But a brave and helpful friend, a strategic call to the girl's parents - or hell, to the boys parents - could have ended this.  It could have cut down on the media attention and the distribution of the videos and even the rape.

Jane Doe is a victim, and while her first victimizers were the teenagers that raped her, she was further victimized by the people that stood by and did nothing, by the media who attempted to shame her, and the commentators who simply don't have a damn clue.

Friday, March 22, 2013

Interesting Person Interview Series: Anna Edition

This week I'm thrilled to share my interview with my friend Anna.  Anna and I have been friends for more than 20 years (seriously, how is that even possible?)  We were neighbors growing up, and through the wonders of technology and social media, are able to remain in each other's lives from afar.

Anna's interview, below:

Thursday, March 21, 2013

Quote of the Day: Hillary Edition

“LGBT Americans are our colleagues, our teachers, our soldiers, our friends, our loved ones... And they are full and equal citizens and deserve the rights of citizenship. That includes marriage... I support it personally, and as matter of policy and law.” - Hillary Clinton

Welcome to 2013 Hillary.. or should I say, 2016?  I like Hillary a lot, and while I'm also a big fan of Joe Biden, it feels good to have two possibilities that I feel so enthused about.

My Prayer: Let Women Be Priests

Earlier this morning I received an email about a NY Times article written by a former Catholic Priest.  It is a disheartening and horribly sad commentary about the sexism that is prevalent within the Catholic Church, and which is preventing women from being ordained.  I have nothing original to add, so the article is (in Italics) below.   It's worth your time.

AFTER serving as a Roman Catholic priest for 40 years, I was expelled from the priesthood last November because of my public support for the ordination of women.

Catholic priests say that the call to be a priest comes from God. As a young priest, I began to ask myself and my fellow priests: “Who are we, as men, to say that our call from God is authentic, but God’s call to women is not?” Isn’t our all-powerful God, who created the cosmos, capable of empowering a woman to be a priest?

Let’s face it. The problem is not with God, but with an all-male clerical culture that views women as lesser than men. Though I am not optimistic, I pray that the newly elected Pope Francis will rethink this antiquated and unholy doctrine.

I am 74 years old. I first felt God calling me to be a priest when I was serving in the Navy in Vietnam. I was accepted into the Maryknoll Fathers and Brothers in New York and was ordained in 1972. After working with the poor of Bolivia for five years, I returned to the United States. In my years of ministry, I met many devout Catholic women who told me about their calling to the priesthood.

Their eagerness to serve God began to keep me awake at night. As Catholics, we are taught that men and women are created equal: “There is neither male nor female. In Christ you are one” (Galatians 3:28).

While Christ did not ordain any priests himself, as the Catholic scholar Garry Wills has pointed out in a controversial new book, the last two popes, John Paul II and Benedict XVI, stressed that the all-male priesthood is “our tradition” and that men and women are equal, but have different roles.

Their reasons for barring women from ordination bring back memories of my childhood in Louisiana. For 12 years I attended segregated schools and worshiped in a Catholic church that reserved the last five pews for blacks. We justified our prejudice by saying this was “our tradition” and that we were “separate but equal.” During all those years, I cannot remember one white person — not a teacher, parent, priest or student (myself included) — who dared to say, “There is a problem here, and it’s called racism.”

Where there is injustice, silence is complicity. What I have witnessed is a grave injustice against women, my church and our God, who called both men and women to be priests. I could not be silent. Sexism, like racism, is a sin. And no matter how hard we may try to justify discrimination against others, in the end, it is not the way of a loving God who created everyone of equal worth and dignity.

In sermons and talks, starting in the last decade, I called for the ordination of women. I even participated in the ordination of one. This poked the beehive of church patriarchy. In the fall of 2008, I received a letter from the Vatican stating that I was “causing grave scandal” in the Church and that I had 30 days to recant my public support for the ordination of women or I would be excommunicated.

Last month, in announcing his resignation, Pope Benedict said he made his decision after examining his conscience before God. In a similar fashion, in November 2008, I wrote the Vatican saying that human conscience is sacred because it always urges us to do what is right and what is just. And after examining my conscience before God, I could not repudiate my beliefs.

Four years went by, and I did not get a response from the Vatican. Though I had formally been excommunicated, I remained a priest with my Maryknoll Order and went about my ministry calling for gender equality in the Catholic Church. But last November, I received a telephone call from Maryknoll headquarters informing me that they had received an official letter from the Vatican. The letter said that I had been expelled from the priesthood and the Maryknoll community.

This phone call was one of the most difficult and painful moments of my life. But I have come to realize that what I have gone through is but a glimpse of what women in the church and in society have experienced for centuries.

A New York Times/CBS poll this month reported that 70 percent of Catholics in the United States believed that Pope Francis should allow women to be priests. In the midst of my sorrow and sadness, I am filled with hope, because I know that one day women in my church will be ordained — just as those segregated schools and churches in Louisiana are now integrated.

I have but one simple request for our new pope. I respectfully ask that he announce to the 1.2 billion Catholics around the world: “For many years we have been praying for God to send us more vocations to the priesthood. Our prayers have been answered. Our loving God, who created us equal, is calling women to be priests in our Church. Let us welcome them and give thanks to God.”

Roy Bourgeois is a former Roman Catholic priest and the author of “My Journey From Silence to Solidarity.”

14) Watch the sunrise and the sunset


A winter sunset from our living room.

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

The Year of the Kate 2.0

As you may have noticed, there are a few differences on the blog tonight. 

After three and a half years, and over 1,000 posts (!!)  I decided it was time to make a few changes.

First and most importantly, the URL has been simplified!  You can now reach The Year of the Kate by visiting http://www.katespecial.com.  My hope is that this will be easier to remember. Don't worry if you forget, the old URL will continue to work as well and will eventually redirect to katespecial.com (as soon as I can figure out how to do that... :) 

I've also tried to give the blog template a very subtle facelift to make it easier to read and to keep pesky spammers away. 

Anyway, thanks for reading and bear with me as I sort out the kinks of my new corner of the web.

xoxo

Angel Food Lemon Bars: Tutorial

As I was baking up a storm this weekend, I also made two-ingredient Angel Food Lemon Bars.  (Have you noticed a trend with my kitchen activities?  The fewer ingredients a recipe has the more likely it is that I'll make it!)  I found the lemon bars on pinterest, but they were so simple that I didn't save the recipe.  For future reference, here it is:

Outrageously Easy Angel Food Lemon Bars1 - box of Angel Food Cake Mix (make sure it's the kind that is "just add water" where other ingredients aren't needed)
1 - 15 ounce can of Lemon Pie filling


Combine the cake mix and the filling, and mix until you have a fairly smooth consistency.  Pour batter in to a 9x13 pan (make sure it's a non-stick pan, or use some non-stick spray first) and bake at 350 for 20 minutes.  Tip: at 20 minutes, I used the old fork-test to see if the cake was cooked completely, but because they are lemon bars, they don't really finish the way that cake does.  I gave it another two minutes in the oven and called it a day.  I would say as long as the corners of the dish are golden brown, you're all set.


After I pulled the dish out of the oven, I sprinkled a little powdered sugar on top for looks.  :)  (So I guess that makes it a three-ingredient recipe, ha).  Let the bars cool, then cut and serve.  The bars will be a lot less dense (more fluffy) than traditional lemon bars due to the Angel Food, which I think adds to their appeal.

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Quote of the Day: Sensational Edition

"I never travel without my diary.  One should always have something sensational to read in the train" - Oscar Wilde

Photos of the Day: Venice Dreaming

Reminiscing about the time of my life spent in Venice, Italy.  I'd love to go back, but the world seems so big, and so much I have yet to see.




Monday, March 18, 2013

Champagne Cupcakes: Tutorial

When I stumbled across the world's easiest "homemade" cupcakes, I had to check them out.  I made them this weekend for Jennie's Bachelorette Bonanza, and the results were so good I had to share.  The recipe and directions below.

World's Easiest Champagne Infused Cupcakes with homemade champagne frosting
1- box o pre-made cake/cupcake mix
1- bottle of champagne (you won't need all of it)
1- stick of unsalted butter
4- cups of powdered sugar

Pour the contents of the cake mix (I used Funfetti, but any cake mix would work) in to a bowl.  The back of the box will have baking instructions.  Add as much champagne as the recipe says water.  (In other words, if the recipe says to use 1 cup of water, use 1 cup of champagne).  No need to use fancy champagne - I used the cheapest champagne available at the grocery store, and the cupcakes were delicious.  Do not add anything else the box says to (in other words, when the box says to add other ingredients - eggs, oil, etc - ignore it).  Do not add anything besides champagne.

 Mix the champagne and the cake mix (it starts off looking like a strange science experiment, and ends up resembling cake batter) and add to cupcake liners.  My batter was remarkably dense, and while the box said the yield would be 24 cupcakes, I only got 16 normal sized cupcakes out of the batch.  Bake according to the directions on the box.

The champagne frosting was equally easy.  1/4 cup of champagne, 1 stick of room temperature unsalted butter, and 4 cups of powdered sugar.  Mix them together.

To make the cupcakes visually pretty (it was for a bachelorette party with a bunch of ladies after all!) I spooned all of the frosting into a plastic baggie, and used that to pipe the frosting on to the cupcakes.  I started on the outside of the cupcake and wound my way in to add some frosting height.  To be honest, this was the most time consuming part of the entire process, but it was so totally worth it because they looked so pretty (if I do say so myself:)

Also, if I was going to make this again, I might investigate spraying some non-stick spray or butter on the inside of the cupcake liners because the cupcakes really clung to the liner (maybe it has something to do with them not having any oil in the cupcakes?)

Overall, I absolutely loved the cupcakes, and I'll be making them again other special events!

*The bottom picture features the cheesecake stuffed strawberries that I made for Matt and Kelly's engagement party, as well as Angel Food Lemon bars (tutorial on those later this week).

Quote of the Day: Fondness Edition

"Kindness is within our power...even when fondness is not."  -- Samuel Johnson

(Love this quotation!  I stole it from an email from my newest g-mail friend... thanks Anna :)

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Scenes from a Week: March 17 Edition

Another Sunday night has arrived already.  This week went crazy fast - a full week at work, plus I hosted a Bachelorette Party for 13 last night.  I love this time of year... spring is right around the corner, I can just feel it!

I love Chambray shirts, and could live in them (and I basically do)
gorgeous and interesting flowers from my gorgeous and interesting
sister-to-be <3
snow storm in March... c'mon weather!
Scott and I love coconut almonds, but they are super hard to find.
This week, he found them at a random Walgreens, and bought the
entire stock :)
reorganized bathroom cabinet

pizza "pie" on pi day! 
bachelorette party spread!
sam, jennie (the bachelorette!) and me out on Saturday night

Saturday, March 16, 2013

Quote of the Day: Weather Edition

“So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.” - John Green

Friday, March 15, 2013

Interesting Person Interview Series - Jenifer Edition

This week I'm thrilled to share my interview with my cousin Jenifer.  Jenifer is one of my favorite people - ever. I lived with her for three months during the summer of 2007, and we've been "summer sisters" ever since.  She's now rocking the world of a bunch of 4th graders.  Her interview after the break:

Thursday, March 14, 2013

feeling popeful

Well, the Catholic Church has a new Pope – Francis 1 of Argentina.

While I am a self-proclaimed cafeteria-Catholic, I was overcome with some unexpected emotions while watching the news coverage from Rome.  Excitement? Hope? The Holy Spirit? 

I’m not sure what the emotion was, and I’m not sure what brought it on.  I’ve struggled with my religion for the past decade or so, ever since I was old enough to question and wonder and think.  So many questions without answers, so much inequality, so many things I disagree with.  And yet, I’m still here.  And in some ways I’ve affirmed my participation, rather than decreased it.  Two years ago, I was married in the Church, and not because of some familial obligation, but because I wanted to be.  In some ways I suppose that faith – or more accurately, my religion – is a tie that binds me.  To my family.  To my upbringing.  To my Jesus.

I guess you could say that I wear my religion like an old pair of shoes.  It’s not comfortable, sometimes.  It hurts and annoys and irritates and sometimes I  hurl it across the room, and bury it for a while.  And then time passes, and I go in to the back of my closet and pull it out, and try it on again.

There are things I like about the Catholic Church, and things I don’t.  Things I agree with, and things I can’t stand. 

I’m not sure if anything will change with our new leader, Pope Francis 1.  In fact, I’m almost certain that the changes won’t be nearly significant enough for a liberal like me.  But the excitement is there, throughout the world, and Rome and in my own heart.

It’s a time of change, and celebration, and prayer.  Even for someone like me.

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Quote of the Day: Nora Ephron Edition

"On this day, I told her some things. After she moved to her bed, I said that sometimes, I thought of the possibility of her not being around and wondered if I’d ever be able to write again. If I’d even want to. And she told me that I would, that I would find it within me, and that whatever happened, she hoped my brother and I would lead the kind of lives where we did stuff big enough to occasionally say, “Wow, I wish Mom was around for this.” - Nora Ephron's Final Act

March 13

I don't know very much about Mike Maloney, when I really think about it.

I know he was taller than me.  "Six feet tall in cowboy boots", I heard once.  I know he wore flannel shirts and denim, and Carhart jackets in the winter.  I know he sometimes wore "dog tags", a holdover from his army days.

I know he had the camper - a trailer - on the edge of the wilderness and civilization, fittingly.  It was on a road who's name escapes me, but I could drive you there today.  It had an ice cream shop next door, and a "bait and tackle" shop.  I know he liked jalepeno poppers, and vanilla ice cream.  And I know he liked coffee, because he always had a gigantic thermos full of it.

I know he wasn't very religious, but I know he was a baptized Catholic, his baptism happening on the same day as Joe, at the urging of my mom and probably her family.

I know he was skeptical of many things, and resistant to authority.

I know he was born on March 13, 1948.  I know he was born to Phyllis and Bob, a devoted and hardworking mother and an absentee father.  I know he had an older sister, and two nieces and two nephews.

I know he was a smoker, and an occasional (frequent?) drug user.  I know he was an alcoholic, who spent years on and off the wagon, and time in and out of treatment.

I know he went to Roosevelt Elementary, the same grade school that I would attend for Kindergarten through the sixth grade.

I know he raised hell after Vietnam, hitchiking across the country, chasing freedom and adventure and salve for his wounds.

I know he burned incense, patchouli and I know he loved "Indian Blankets".

I know he had a green thumb, as he had small herb garden on the front step of his camper.  He had rosemary, and sage, and recently I wondered what other green leafy plant he may have grown...

I know he drove a truck, for a while, and then a Rabbit I think.

I don't know if he was right handed or left handed.  I don't know if he was political or voted.  I don't know if he liked Mexican food as much as his sons and I do.  I don't know if he liked to rock out to country or oldies or something else entirely.  I don't know what he liked to do in his spare time.  I don't know if he was handy, or artistic, or musical.  I don't know what he wanted to be when he grew up.  I don't know if he read the daily paper.  I don't know where he dreamed about traveling, or what was on his bucket list.

All that I know about him can fit in on a piece of paper.  A handful of facts, bullet points really.

I know that he loved us, and that we were the greatest loves of his life.

And today, on what would have been his 65th birthday, that counts for something.  And maybe it counts for everything, or at least everything that still matters.

3/13/48-4/6/00

Sunday, March 10, 2013

Scenes from a Week: March 10th Edition

I had a great week - filled with some great moments and memories, delicious food at home and away, and a renewed effort to wear all the clothes in my closet (haha).  A few snapshots below:

each article of clothing in the picture was at least 3 years
old... and the shirt/sweater were from college (!!)
asparagus with dinner on Tuesday
I hosted a girls night on Wednesday which included an
iPad FaceTime session - isn't technology awesome?
spring has sprung (at least at Home Depot, where I snapped these).
I think this is my spring uniform - white shirt, my mom's white watch,
denim and as much leopard as possible
cantaloupe!
a hilarious and awesome save-the-date from
Lindsey and Jamey (the date is officially saved!!)
a sale on blueberries meant that I ate an entire pint in
one day - yum city.