Cable Cord Show-Down

The cable cords in my office are a hot mess and this morning, before the caffeine from my coffee had kicked in, we had a show-down. There are so many cords coming out of the wall and plugged in to various surge protectors that I wouldn't even know where to start if I wanted to take the time to organize them. So I've just left them until today when they decided they would try to break my leg/neck/nose. I took a nice big fall, landing in a contorted mess next to my airport hand-me-down office chairs.

The non-profit I work for is getting accredited in a few weeks. I guess I have a few weeks to figure out how to make the space behind my desk less of a safety hazard. The surge protector certainly cannot be moved below my desk because that is where I keep my two boxes of Special K cereal and a pair of slippers that I wore all winter when the building was really cold.

I wish I knew how to be one of those really organized people who keeps their cords wrangled together with velcro and color coded with labels!

It's all about the chocolate bunnies

Happy Easter everyone! I do miss the coconut bunny cakes my mom used to make each year (just like the one I found here). She loves holidays more than anyone I've ever met. I also miss running around the yard collecting plastic easter eggs filled with nickels and dimes. Despite being too old for all of these things, this Easter was very nice. I got to go to church and lunch with my whole family which is exactly what I wanted. Then I just relaxed on my couch with all the windows open reading the newest Chelsea Handler book. Oh, and I ate Easter candy for dinner. Diets don't count on holidays that involve chocolate bunnies.

I hope everyone remembers that this holiday is about much more than colorful eggs and chocolate bunnies!

"He is not here; He has risen! Remember how He told you, while He was still with you in Galilee: 'The Son of Man must be delivered into the hands of sinful men, be crucified and on the third day be raised again.'" (Luke 24:6-7)

the good ol' days

It's days like today, when it is 85 degrees outside after a very long and snowy winter, that I wish I was still in college. I sat at my desk most of the day staring longingly out my window wishing I was at the winery A-frame like the "good ol' days."

But alas, I have become a member of the spring break lacking working class. Atleast Justin Bieber's CD is number one in the nation. Something is right with the world!

Avalanche of shoes

Carrie Bradshaw, from Sex and the City, kept sweaters in her oven. I feel like I am reaching that pathetic point as well. My shoes have completely taken over the apartment. I am beginning to realize that part of saying "I do" is going to mean giving up precious shoe space in my closet.

JJ grew up with a strict "one in one out" policy when it came to shopping. Clearly I did too. 

I wish I lived here

Oh be still my heart.

I have become mildly obsessed with dreaming about decorating my first house. This consumes the majority of the tattered magazine pages laying around. And this morning a tour of Emerson Farm's house was posted on Design Sponge and my heart stopped beating. If only I had a sewing machine and could make all those adorable fabric flowers. Well, I'd also have to learn to sew.

I should be embarrassed that I'm basically drooling at my desk, but I'm not. The gun is a nice touch- don't you think?

Click HERE to see the full house tour.

Hoarder Wannabe

Last night the stars aligned and there was a marathon of "Hoarders" on TLC. I sat down with my glass of wine intending to feel much better about myself and my cleaning habits after a few episodes of people literally buried under their own trash. What I realized was quite different. I am an even more disturbing kind of hoarder-- the wannabe.

I get an absurd number of magazines each month because I compulsively click the boxes on my internet's sidebar prompting me to give my address for a "free trial issue." This undoubtedly turns into them sending me red angry envelopes wanting to know why I haven't paid for any issue after the first one they sent me. I am much too tempted by titles like Cooking Light.

Since I work for a non-profit and am trying to pay back college student loans I have begun ripping out pages of anything I would like to have. I now have piles and piles of tattered magazine pages laying all over the apartment of things that I would hoard if given the opportunity to actually purchase them.

So, I would like request that Dr. Drew comes over to my apartment and helps me sort out my underlying issues. These days being a hoarder is kind of trendy- afterall, Lindsey Lohan is one.

Speak and Spell

In my stocking this past year for Christmas Santa gave me a talking pedometer. I had been running my mouth (instead of my feet!) and so this seemed like a practical gift.

For a short time I had a pedometer that I got in McDonald's happy meal that had princesses or superheros or something on the outside. But it didn't talk to me like this special new one. Theoretically, this little device is supposed to alert me when I get to milestones in my walk, and also plays a few different songs with the pace of my step. In reality, though, this little creature of Satan only talks in the middle of the night.

There were a couple of nights where my roommate was awoken from her sleep by an electronic voice in our living room. After sleepily investigating she figured out it was the devilish talking pedometer. There is absolutely no way to turn the talking or alarm off so we just reset it to a time that we are usually not at home.

It's hard for me not to think of the Dane Cook sketch "Speak and Spell" when I think of the pedometer. While I'm still not using the pedometer to count my steps, I have been using it as a chip clip to hold bags of snacks closed. Everyone wins!

Click Here to Watch Dane Cook's "Speak and Spell"