I am not a blogger, but I do have a blog.

If I was being perfectly honest with all you lovely people I would tell you I really have no business being a blogger. I don't a cute husband, a fabulous camera, mad Photoshop skills, an ideal love life, or my pinterest board closet.

My life is in no way extraordinary, my thoughts aren't always willing to be herded into eloquent articulations, my creativity comes and goes, and I Really like wearing T-shirts.

so..

I blog because everyone has a story to tell.

 I blog to stay in touch with my two best friends on a more creative level than the usual "hi, how are you" texts.

 I blog for the inspiring people I meet through the blogging world.
& naturally

I blog for myself; to attempt capture the wisps of thoughts, and ideas floating in this head of mine.

I am not a blogger
but,

I do have a blog.






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In other news: A layout overhaul is in the works. Be excited!!

Creamed Corn

Creamed corn is probably one of the most evil things you will ever find packaged in a can.. besides spam and spinach. It's all just so wrong.

In my quest tonight to put together some semblance of an eatable meal in a small amount of time, I grabbed a can of innocent looking corn off the shelf. all was well until I opened it up and it started oozing..evil. the can oozed evil. and gloopy white stuff. That's what evil looks like in it's raw form.

Cream. should be creamy. corn should be corny. corn should not be creamy, nor cream corny.

Its just how the world works ok?

It reminds me of that one time when my tupperware of canned corn got moved to another roomates shelf and lost for a few weeks, until it was discovered.

it was creamy. 

and the cream was moving...

yum.

So basically, I am convinced it is really just corn that didn't get canned soon enough.

as soon as it starts becoming a microbial hangout, they swap out the label and add a tiny "creamed style" to the top, that will surely be looked over twice. once at the grocery store, and once at home.

 I am to busy to read stuff you know?!

Sneaky sneaky...

Ps. I found seven four leaf clovers tonight in the space of about two minutes. I think that makes me double lucky. Just not lucky enough to grab the nice corn.

Dirty Little Secret

I have a confession to make. I own a pair of crocs. they look like this

And...I love them..  So comfy. I wear them around the house all the time and sometimes... in public.

don't judge me.

Guardian Angel?

Ok. Confession.
I'm a little bit of a spaz.
Sometimes...a lot of the time...this comes out when I drive. Penelope fears for her life occasionally.
I promise I'm not bad. I just tend to get distracted by shiny things. And then over correct or something. But I never do anything blatantly dangerous. Really.
So many times I swear I could have gotten into a car accident, but I think I have a special guardian angel watching out for me once I insert my key into the ignition.
For example. Today I was driving to the library (aka my favorite place in the whole entire world) and was turning right onto a street. The sun was setting and I couldn't make out much of what was coming from the left, but I noticed a car from the right was about to turn left so I assumed no one was coming and just went. But I was wrong. A car was coming, and speeding no less, and I almost got in a wreck which would have been my fault. I just couldn't see it because the sun was in my eyes.
I felt very protected.
Thank you Guardian Angel.

How NOT to Make Cookies: A Tutorial

Our beloved Jane is a busy little bee. She has finals coming up and that means long hours of study sessions and paper writing.

So on Thursday Alice, and I decided to make her some yummy cookies and a note to cheer her up.

It turned out to be an interesting adventure

Every thing is going great. look at those cute cookies!

Um. something about this recipie looks a little off...

We called my sister and she gave us the right one tho! so all was well..

Until... we just kinda guessed 2tsp of Baking soda... who knew it was so important...

besides the whole world...