This awesome video of a retirement community doing the Monster Mash is definitely a “treat”!


“When you stop doing things for fun, you might as well be dead.” -Ernest Hemingway


ghosts and ghouls and candy corn, oh my!

Hello friends!

As promised, I got half of my homework done so now I can tell you all about my life. I’ve got my mug of hot chocolate, an old episode of SNL is on, and I’m wrapped up in my sweats. Now where to begin?!

Last night, Abby and I carved pumpkins. Now we never carved pumpkins growing up. I have to hand it to my parents…they got out of the messiest of Halloween crafts. With that being said, we didn’t really know what we were doing. I honestly don’t think that Ab wanted to carve pumpkins, but they were 2 for $10 at Harris Teeter so she kinda had to. I went with my favorite football team’s logo and she grabbed a corkscrew and just went with it.

She decided on a polka dot pumpkin, but unfortunately when you put a corkscrew to a pumpkin, the pumpkin flesh doesn’t come out as smoothly a wine cork. I also learned that an ice cream scooper is the best tool for scooping out the pumpkin guts. You can take that little fact all the way to the bank!

As you can see from this lovely little collage, my pumpkin was b-i-g. You should have seen me struggling with it out of the grocery store and up to the third floor of Abby’s apartment building. Holy moly. Runkeeper really should have a pumpkin-carrying seasonal work-out option.

They didn’t turn out too bad, and as Abby’s friend Erin said when she walked down to her car, “The pumpkins look legit from down here.” And now for a little taste of my home:

As for Halloween, my favorite guy and I are going to a haunted winery event on Saturday. I’m pretty excited about my outfit, too! You’ll have to wait and see what it is. We were going to go as Uncle Sam and Rosie the Riveter, but we’re too classy for costumes. (Actually…we just don’t have the time to put costumes together!)

I hope your last full week of October is fabulous! Two months from today I will be making my way back home from my Christmas trip to NYC. Time is flying by!



Reasons Why My Neighbors Probably Hate Me

1. My door slams every time I go in and out of it. I don’t mean to do this, but I either forget it’s going to slam or I have my hands full.

2. I attempt to carry everything that needs to go with me in one trip. Groceries, suitcases, pillows, etc. This leads to extremely unladylike grunts as I attempt to carry gallons of milk and Gatorade, bags of oranges and apples, and all other little grocery items that end up weighing a ton up a flight of stairs. This also is a major cause of #1.

3. I vacuum at 9:30 p.m. or 8:30 a.m. Apparently I don’t believe in daytime cleaning.

4. I’m THAT neighbor who decorates for every holiday with no shame whatsoever. #sorrynotsorry

5. The walls in my bathroom are extremely thin (which on occasion is really gross), and I don’t sing in the shower — I sing standing in front of my mirror while getting ready in the morning. And by “sing”, I really mean yelling/screeching to whatever comes on — which is usually Adele or Taylor Swift.

Anyone want to make me a Neighbor of the Year plaque to hang by my door?

The Hydrangea Conumdrum

Most people get stressed over bills, work, or their personal lives. No, not me. Instead I get stressed over the size of the hydrangea bush that is currently taking over my porch.

At Easter, I was gifted a hydrangea plant. I have a soft spot for hydrangeas and apparently that means that I need the actual bush – a bouquet of hydrangeas just wouldn’t suffice. (I mean seriously, who gives someone who lives in an apartment a plant/bush?!) Around May/June the hydrangea bush and I had a scary encounter – it tried to die on me, but with some TLC, I brought it back. I didn’t think it would come back to haunt me. Now it is in need of constant watering and it’s leaves are spilling over my planter. I’m pretty sure it’s bigger than one of my porch chairs.

This picture is not an accurate representation of the size of Mr. Hydrangea.

If anyone would like part of a hydrangea bush and knows how to split it properly, let me know. I’ll be over here nursing the stomach ulcer I’m getting and reading my lease to see if large plants have to pay rent.

Welcome to Class!

When I’m not working or studying, I’m usually baking, reading, or finding new ways to add glitter to my life. I also enjoy blogging, shoe-shopping, and finding local restaurants to fall in love with.

Excerpt from a discussion board post for my second MBA class – my teacher is either going to love me or hate me.