Guess who’s going back to school?

After four months of playing phone tag with my enrollment advisor and resubmitting documents that I had been reassured, several times, had already been received, I have finally been admitted to grad school. You read that right. You are currently reading words written by a student admitted to Arizona State University’s Master’s of English Studies Program.

Feels pretty good to see that sentence in text.

Honestly, I didn’t know how this process was going to end. My enrollment advisor acted like I was silly to be worried given my all but perfect undergrad GPA, but it seemed like everything that could go wrong did go wrong on my application. I had to have my deadline extended, twice. 

So thank all the lords that the suspense is over.

One can only check their email so many times in a given day.

I’ve already enrolled in my two classes for the Spring semester. Session A I am taking Approaches to Research. Sounds like balls to the walls action, right? Session B I will be taking my first of many literature courses, Cross-Cultural Studies: Spies and Detection. Not really sure what to expect from that second one, especially since for the life of me I can’t find a course description, but obviously it can’t compete with the non stop thrill ride that is Approaches to Research.

It feels so good to be taking the first concrete steps towards my future, creative career.

My bureaucratic job is currently draining the life force from me, so at least now I can daydream about a future where I don’t have to give a flying fuck about SEER ratings or AFUE percentages.

I start classes January 8th. Wish me luck!

Move in

Sorry I disappeared there for a while there. Things got a little hectic around here about two weeks ago. That would be right around the time when Jake and I moved.

Within the span of 12 hours, Jake and I moved all our worldly possessions and cleaned our old apartment within an inch of its life. Our landlords expected us to make it appear as if humans have never lived there before if we want to see any of our deposit back.

In our move out instructions, they even told us not to bother cleaning the stove drip pans. If we wanted to save our deposit from being docked, we had to buy new ones to replace the ones we had used.

Also, there is a clause in our move out instructions where they explain that even if there are no visible pet stains on the carpet, we could still lose part of our deposit if any spots show up under the black light. That’s right, these bitches are going to be scanning our old apartment with a black light looking for trace amounts of pet juices. Joyous.

Needless to say, the cleaning on move out day got a bit intense. (Because there is no fucking way I am losing my deposit over a stain I can’t even see.)

Even after all that mayhem, Jake and I still had to organize things in this apartment. We finally got more or less fully settled in on Sunday. And by “settled in” I mean there are no more boxes to trip over in the kitchen.


Jake is still clinging to a few boxes of electronic knick knacks, dohickys, and thingamabobs, but he at least moved them into the corner by his desk, so those don’t could against the whole “settled in” status.

In addition to that chaos. At work we had one person quit unexpectedly and three new people start in nine person office. Proportionally, this was a pretty drastic shift in personnel. Also, in addition to our gradually increasing daily workload (colder weather means more and more furnace applications), a switch to a new phones system has caused our voicemail assignments to triple. Not like that’s a big deal at all… Pffff… Who does love being expected to do three times the work in the same amount of time for the same pay?

As if that wasn’t an already near crippling amount of stress, ASU has now messed up my admission application, again. I got an email late Friday saying that my transcripts were not received by the Graduate English Department. This made my eye start twitching, because I confirmed that my transcripts were received in late August, and I even checked again in October.

Being that it was after business hours on a Friday, I frantically reordered transcripts and wrote out the most beautifully worded email ever conceived by mankind. It was equal amounts factual, apologetic, and tactfully placing blame on my scatter brained enrollment advisor.

Come to find out on Monday, my transcripts were received by my enrollment advisor, but were not properly attached to my application. And now no one seems to know what happened to them. The fun just never ends.

My saving grace through all this nonsense, has been my wonderful fiance Jake. Shoutout to him for putting things away on the high shelves for me, making my favorite meals for me, and topping everything off by surprising me with a bouquet of flowers. All day things may be madness with work and school, but when I come home all I can do is smile and appreciate all the good things I have going on here.

Weekend in Milwaukee

This past weekend I decided to visit my friend, Emma, in Milwaukee.  She’s currently going to school there on a non-stop, thrill ride of an adventure to become an actuary. Super jealous right? All those crazy nights white-knuckling a statistics textbook? What a rush!

This was my first time visiting her kickass apartment. It is simply stunning. I’m talking real wood floors, wooden doors with ornate metal details, archways between rooms, an old radiator, and built-in, glass door bookshelves. To die for right? And right outside her apartment door is an trapezoidal skylight with a old metal chain hanging down from it. And don’t even get me started about the built in spice pantry!

Emma got dressed up in her most modern mystic outfit, and we headed out to the Milwaukee Art Museum to discuss some high level art. AKA- We got really good at bullshitting some intellectual sounding shit. We would compete to see who could come up with the best explanation for what the artist was trying to capture.

This one is obviously capturing our future apocalyptic destruction by raining rocks. Duh.

Their contemporary art gallery was outstanding. And especially with Emma’s love of minimalism and cubes, we had a blast.

Obviously, a lopsided butterfly.

Afterwards we had coffee, and walked the breakwater.

Milwaukee is gorgeous, and I honestly don’t understand why it gets such a bad rap in Wisconsin.

Personally, I love seeing the water, the trees, the old brick mansions, the stacked overpasses, the crowded jumble that is downtown. It’s all lovely. I honestly struggle to drive through Milwaukee, because I want to gawk at all the cool things passing by.

I really don’t visit Milwaukee enough given all the cool stuff it has to offer. Not to worry though, I’ll be back to visit my Emma soon enough.


The 8 Most Outrageously Inappropriate Things People have Said to Me Because I have Short Hair

I’ve had short hair a majority of my life. Up until the age of five I had a an honest to god bowl cut (I don’t know what my mom was thinking). I grew out my hair for four years until it was half way down my back, and then chopped it off into a bod in fourth grade for Locks of Love.

Since then my hair has only gotten shorter. I sported a bob through middle school, and got my first pixie cut the summer before my freshman year of high school. Ever since I’ve had just about every variation of a pixie cut that you, or any hair stylist for that matter, could imagine.

I love having short hair. It’s easy to take care of, easy to style, and easy to grow out a little and get cut completely differently. Honestly I feel like my hair looks better short than it ever could long. Having short hair makes me feel confident.

However, there are still some downsides to getting a delightfully downsized ‘do. First and foremost, people treat you differently. I remember we I first showed up to school after I cut my hair super short, my friend Zoe literally screamed, and not in the ‘oh my god I love your hair’ kind of way, more like a shocked and horrified kind of way.

Despite all this, I’ve never had any regrets about cutting my hair this short. Never mind the fact that I don’t think I’ll ever have the motivation or the patience to grow out and maintain long hair ever again.

But more than just initial reactions, the entire time I’ve had my hair short people have treated me differently. Children will often ask me whether I’m a boy or a girl because I have short hair like a boy and wear dresses like a girl. People sometimes stare at me in public. And all too often I get an outrageously inappropriate comments from some ignorant asshole who feels so moved by my physical appearance, that they simply must speak up about it.

Here are 8 examples of outrageously inappropriate things that people have said to me just because I have short hair:

1.”You should grow out your hair. I want to see what it looks like.

This one is probably the most common comment I get on the length of my hair. It’s mostly just really annoying, because how can one reply, “Yes, I will spend the next three to five years grow out my hair for your viewing pleasure,” without mountain’s worth of sarcasm?


2. “Have a great day, sir!”

This wouldn’t bother me if it were a sincere mistake. I understand that if I’m wearing a baggy clothing and my hair isn’t done that well, I can appear a bit androgynous. Sometimes people can’t tell, and although it’s never fun being misgendered, I try to understand that not all people are as conscious of non-traditional expressions of gender. However, when I am standing in plain view of someone, in full hair and makeup, in a ruffly, cap-sleeved shirt, and petticoated skirt, and they spout, “Have a great day, sir!” There is no excuse. I will never understand why people fixate on hair so much as the ultimate calling card of gender, and it will never cease to amaze me the number of feminine markers people are willing to overlook, because of my short hair.


3. “I think you would look prettier with long hair.”

Wow, bitch. I think you would look prettier if you didn’t criticize people’s style choices to their face. Just incredibly rude. Enough said.

4. “How will you ever meet a guy looking like that?”

Well one thing’s for sure, the one I meet will be open minded about gender expression and won’t expect me to conform to oppressive, gendered beauty standards.

5.”I’m just not attracted to girls who look like you. Short hair just doesn’t do it for me.”

Well I’m sorry that you are so shallow that you would totally disregard a woman, because of the length of her hair. In all honestly, I’m not attracted to boys like you either. Assholes just don’t do it for me.

6. “Are you ex-military?”

I got this comment from a coworker after I had my overgrown pixie cut trimmed down with shaved sides and a texturized top. There were so many things wrong with this question. It’s just ridiculous. Why would me getting my already short hair trimmed shorter imply past military service? Does he not realize that women in the army can have long hair should they choose? Not to mention the fact that the amount of hair product needed to style my hair would have been totally unfeasible to maintain if I were in the military. Did I forget to mention that I had to explain to him three times that I’ve never been in the military, because he didn’t believe me the first two times?

7. “I could never date a girl like you, because I like to pull a girl’s hair in bed.”

Yes, someone actually had the gall to look me in the eye and say this. It’s easily the most inappropriate comment I have ever received about my short hair. Where to even begin? Well, to start, you’re just plain wrong, at least logistically speaking. I might not have much, but there is still plenty to pull on top of my head here. Also, you’re biggest problem with ‘dating a girl like me’ is that I’m not interested. Lastly, a better statement would be, “I could never date a girl who didn’t put up with douchebags, because I am one.”

I’ll never understand the strange weight that is attached to hair as a marker of gender. It’s ridiculous that many people have felt entitled enough to say shit like this to me on multiple occasions. However, I hope the real take away here is that, regardless of the reason, whether it’s hair length, weight, height, skin color, ability, or sexuality, it is never okay to treat people poorly. People are so much more than their first impressions.

Be kind out there.

Quotable Quips

Hello again people of the interwebs! I figured it was about time we had another segment of Quotable Quips. For those of you not aware of the hilarious delight that is Quotable Quips, allow me to explain: These are quotes from either myself or my fiance, Jake, displayed here without any context whatsoever. Feel free to make up your own context as you try to make sense of all this nonsense.

  • “Shit! I made a tunnel.”
  • “I call it the toaster, because kitty loafin’ like bread about to pop!”
  • “Is you doin’ the seduce?”
  • “Become less squish.”
  • “Kitty play tap tap on the BUNS!”
  • “Yous cutting the bed at a diagonal dissecting the bed like a sandmich.”
  • “You butter whore!”
  • “We don’t need donuts because we are adults, and we have Oreos at home.”
  • Sang to the tune of Striped Sweater from Spongebob Squarepants: “The best time to wear a tiny sweater is winter tIME. Cuz otherwise kitty overhEAT.”
    • “PSA- by the kitties too hot council.”

As usual, Charlie wins the award for most popular topic, so he gets to be a little ham in the featured picture. Yet again, he proves to be the most interesting part of our lives. (Luckily Jake and I don’t care if our lives revolve around Charlie since he’s so damn cute! Look at his fluffy tail! Look at it! Tell me you wouldn’t move mountains for that face.)

Let me know what your favorite quotes were in the comments below.

ModCloth Stylish Surprise Sale

The first time I heard about ModCloth was actually because a classmate in college asked me if I bought all my clothes from their site. I have a pretty particular sense of style, so the thought of a site that sold clothing that looked just like the clothes in my closet seemed a little too good to be true. Nevertheless, after class I ran straight home to see if it could possibly be true. Could there actually be a collection of clothing out there that perfectly matched my individual style? If this were true, I wouldn’t have to waste hours digging through stores to find one acceptable article of clothing to take home with me.

I found their site, and immediately fell in love.

Honestly, I could imagine just about every dress and skirt as a part of my day to day wardrobe. Ever since I discovered ModCloth, I’ve always yearned for their merchandise. I love going onto their website and drooling over all the unique and vintage clothes.

However, despite my adoration of everything on their site, I’ve never actually bought anything from ModCloth until about a week ago.

That’s right. I have been a secret admirer of ModCloth for over two years, but I’ve only just now been able to partake in buying their product.

You may be asking yourself, “Well if you like ModCloth so much, why has it taken you this long to buy from them?”

Great question! Luckily the answer is very simple.

ModCloth is always very pricy.

Maybe I’m just spoiled, because the clothing prices in this area of Wisconsin are incredibly low, but I never pay more than $20 for a dress. Ever. And I’m not talking cheap, tacky dresses from Walmart either. I’m talking in season, on trend, quality brand name dresses.

So ModCloth boasting about their clearance dresses starting as low as $60, doesn’t really do much for me.

But at last, I found the one opportunity there is for affordable ModCloth clothing!

Their twice a year stylish surprise sale is perfect for bargain shoppers like me.

Basically how it works is you pick a category of clothing you are interested in, pay between $10-$20 depending on the category you select, and then they send a surprise item from that category right to your door. It’s pretty snazzy.

I’ve heard people say that they aren’t willing to take that big of a gamble on what they might get, but I love just about everything on ModCloth so much, I knew I had to jump at the opportunity. I bought a stylish surprise dress for $20 and a stylish surprise bottom for $15. I even got 20% off my order for being a new customer!

I eagerly anticipated my order all week. Which gorgeous ModCloth dress would I get? A print? A classic A-line? Would I be lucky enough to receive a midi skirt or would I be stuck with lame shorts?

After much anticipation, my package arrived.


Here’s what I got:

Let’s just say… not exactly what I was envisioning.

The dress is okay. I’m not sure where or when someone would wear a dress like this. I feel like I would only feel comfortable wearing this out in public if I were gardening, going to a farmers’ market, or eating a picnic by a lake. Not to mention the fact that with all the buttons, it takes like three hours to put on. ( I exaggerate, but you get the point.)

IMG_3004.JPGIn all fairness though, it is really cute. I like the pin tuck pleats, and the embroidery is gorgeous. And I must say, the buttons, despite the obstacle they present, are damn pretty. Perhaps when summer rolls back around I’ll be so swept up with the bliss of the warmer weather that I’ll feel inclined to wear a garden ready ensemble.



On the other hand the capris… not quite as satisfied. These are the weirdest pair of pants I have ever put on my body. They fit well, and they are comfortable, but they are bizarre.

They are made out of a navy blue fabric, but have huge panels of elastic on the sides of the waist. There is no fly, no zipper, and no buttons whatsoever. You put them on like a pair of leggings.


I think these “jeans” have taken the term jegging to the next level. They are labeled as jeans, but there is no way in hell I would call this denim.

They are high-waisted and seem to be designed to mimic pinup girl pants. Ideally they would be worn with a tucked in shirt. This would be fine and dandy with me if they didn’t also have huge panels of differently colored elastic. Over my dead body would I tuck in my shirt to show off the fact that my pants have more elastic that any pair of sweatpants.



I do think I could wear these out with a longer shirt. One so long that no one would realize that the front seam of these pants just keeps on going. But in all honestly, at least in this part of the globe, there are usually only three days a year when I deem the weather to be mild enough to justify wearing capris, so I have a feeling it is going to be a bit of a non-issue.


Am I thrilled with this experience with ModCloth’s Stylish Surprise sale? Simply put: No. The pieces I received were beyond unique, and almost verging upon the impractical.

Will I participate in this sale again? Definitely.

I probably should have known better than to order from ModCloth’s fall Stylish Surprise Sale. These twice a year sales are used to sell off all the unsold merchandise from the season before. In all honestly, I like ModCloth’s fall/winter stuff way more than I like most of their summer/spring attire. I think I’ll have better luck in their Spring sale.

Would you ever participate in a sale like this? Have you done so before? Share in the comments below!



Short Hair; Don’t Care

People and bots of the internet, I have had a revelation!

For the first time in my life, I found a salon that I actually like.

It’s called Hachi, and I honestly cannot find a single flaw with it. It’s nestled right in the heart of downtown Madison. It has flexible scheduling with weekend and evening appointments all able to be scheduled at your convenience online. Did I mention that they even take walk-ins? I had to schedule at least two weeks out at my last salon in Green Bay, and even that wasn’t enough notice for them sometimes. With Hachi, I could schedule an appointment for tomorrow, any time of day. This is super helpful, because I’m the type of person who just looks in the mirror one morning and goes, “When did my hair get so long? I need a haircut NOW!”

Also, this place charges by the length of your hair. No longer will I have to pay more based solely off my gender! There is no reason I should have to pay the same price for my buzz and trim as a girl with over a foot of hair hanging from her scalp. The level of skill and amount of time necessary to cut my hair is way closer to that of a short haired man than that of a long haired woman as a general rule of thumb.

I paid almost half of what I used to pay going to “fancy” salons in Green Bay and Madison. And for how much more I paid, I did not get a better haircut at those places. It’s so hard to find someone who actually knows how to do a pixie cut. I can’t tell you how many times a stylist has given me a men’s haircut and tried to pass it off as a pixie. PSA of the day: NOT ALL SHORT HAIRCUTS ARE THE SAME. There are some important distinctions between a men’s haircut and a pixie. Namely, a pixie cut is supposed to be at least slightly feminine.

My last stylist didn’t understand me at all. Whenever I requested a shorter, edgier cut, she would tell me no! She would refuse to cut my hair the way I wanted, and insist that “we were going it out.”

I don’t know what she was doing, but I had no intentions of growing out my hair.

My new stylist, Aislinn, knew exactly what kind of style I wanted without me having to tell her hardly anything. She just gets me.

Even though my hair was ridiculously overgrown and shaggy, she whipped out the clippers and went to town. She buzzed the sides of my head, but left just enough length on top for a super cute, texturized burst of pixie cut wonder.

Moreover, she faded the sides and accented my new do with some delicately pointed details trimmed into my sideburns and my nape.

Here’s a picture that showcases the side view of my hair and features everyone’s favorite kitty, Charlie.


Sorry it’s a weird shot. It’s really hard to selfie with your cat when he’s on top of the fridge. Trust me, this is the best shot I had of the two of us.

My haircut is gorgeous. That’s something I haven’t been able to say for a long time.

It’s fun, funky, interesting, and easy to style. With my baby fine hair, all too often my hair will only looks right if it lays exactly like the stylist cut it. But with this, I can play with it, muss it up, drive with the windows down, who cares! Now my hair always ends up looking at least somewhat presentable.

Not to mention the fact that I have finally found someone who can cut hair as adventurously as I’m willing to wear it! The entire time Aislinn was cutting my hair, she was telling me all about how much she would LOVE to shave a design into my hair. We pro-and-coned types of designs, shading vs. outlines, side vs. back of head designs, length of time between trims with design vs. without. Let’s just say after over a half an hour talking shop about this, I will definitely be getting a design shaved into the back of my head in the near future.

What do y’all think? Have shaved designs already trended out of style? Should I give a flying fuck if they have? Which of the three inspiration pics I have below do you like the best? Please comment your thoughts by clicking above!



Happy Birthday, Jake!!!

For Jake’s birthday we went out to Monty’s Blue Plate Diner in Madison. Jake told me he just wanted a simple lunch date to celebrate his birthday and he got it. It’s a super cute, old-school diner that serves gravy slathered breakfasts all day long. It’s got that classic, vintage, midwestern diner feel that Jake and I both love. Jake ordered the Meatloaf of the Gods, complete with a heaping helping of mashed potatoes and gravy (his favorite), and a biscuit (which I had the pleasure of eating). I enjoyed a bacon breakfast sandwich with a generous smear of goat cheese and a side of American potatoes.


Once we got back, Jake and I made brownies. (Box mix of course. Who do you think we are Martha Stewart?) I was just about to put them in the oven when Jake had a stroke of genius and forced me to put them back on the counter. He fetched my jar of nutella from my breakfast shelf, (yes, I have a breakfast self) and ladled the remaining chocolatey, nutty goodness on top of the brownie batter. They turned out phenomenally, obviously.

After lunch and desert, it was finally time for presents. Jake unwrapped a Destiny 2 Pop figurine, a guitar stand, and best for last… drumroll please… seriously I expect you to pat your lap vigorously… I promise it’ll be worth… please just trust me… fine I’ll tell you anyway: a kitty backpack! Now I know what you’re imagining, an adorable mini backpack worn by a kitty, and while that would be even cuter than what I got for Jake, it would not be nearly as cool.

This is a backpack kitty carrier. Charlie goes in. The backpack goes on my back. And all of a sudden kitty can go anywhere. I’ve already taken Charlie on several walks this week to train him to like being carried in the backpack before I gave it to Jake, (let’s be real, I just wanted an excuse to try it out for myself) and let me just say, it’s the bees knees.

It’s designed ridiculously well. It has large breathing holes so I can stick my fingers in to pet or play with the cat or for him to reach out to play with me. It also has mesh panels on the side so Charlie can see out even when he’s lying down. Also, there is a plastic bubble where Charlie can look out into the world.

Basically this is the coolest thing ever.

Jake immediately wanted to take Charlie out for a walk, and there was no way in the world I was going to pass that up. We hit the pavement, Jake, Charlie voyaging on his back, and myself walking a half-step behind trying to document every adorable second of it.

However, I’m still getting the hang of using Jake’s camera, and it turns out it doesn’t take pictures very easily outside. When I got back home and looked at my photos, and every single one was blown out garbage. See?

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This picture would have been perfect! Perfect!
Jake tried to show me what settings on the camera would have prevented this unfortunate series of washed out photos, but during his lesson the camera ran out of charge. Like any rational person, I started rooting around in the camera bag for the charger. Nowhere to be found. Jake tried to explain that the charger got separated from the camera when he moved to Madison, because the camera was already in the car, but the charger was still inside on the day of the move. So for nine months the charger and the camera were on opposite sides of the state. I still don’t understand why they were separated in the first place, but I digress.

We went to our downstair storage unit to dig through Jake’s hoards of salvaged wires, random computer parts, vintage video games, and the largest, most tangled mass of electronics cables you can possibly imagine.

We dug through all the bins, but alas no cable. (Well, not the cable we were looking for anyway.) We did find the battery charging dock, but without the cable itself, it’s pretty useless.

So for now I’m back to stealing Jake’s camera phone, but here are some pictures of Charlie enjoying his time outside.

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He looks like a tiny astronaut!!!!!!!

Yes, I know my cat is spoiled senseless.

No, I don’t think I spend too much time or money on my cat.

Yes, the pictures alone makes the carrier worth every cent I spent on it.

No, I didn’t just buy this because I wanted it; Jake fucking loves it too.


Photo Credit: Monty’s Blue Plate Diner

Being Thankful for the Little Things

This week has been exceptionally stressful.

My work has been ramping up as we head into the busy season. Strangely enough it turns out that more people in Wisconsin install furnaces and insulation during the winter. I wonder if there is a white, powdery reason for that… hmmm…

My sector of the program, the sector that processes the income eligibility applications, has been short staffed since before I started. In the summer it was fine. We limped along. It was fine. Now, in the fall, it became very clear that it is not fine, and we desperately need a third person in order to keep up. We hired a third person, and she was perfect.

An accounting major at Drake!

I couldn’t imagine someone more perfect. With her on staff I could finally have someone who could answer my outlandish financial based questions. For example, “Do trusts earn interest?” “Is this what a stock earnings statement looks like?” “Do people still have to file taxes if their only income was business losses?  I have so many oddball financial questions like this, and no one can ever answer them. I usually just guess and pray for the best. Then, like a magically fairy, she fluttered into our lives with all of her vast accounting knowledge.

And just like a magical fairy, she’s nonexistent.

That’s right folk, the numbers whiz, who was going to save me from the current swirling chaos that is my work life,  rescinded the offer before her first day. I never even met her.

So we are back to the drawing board. That means more interviews. More people who cannot handle the demands of this job. And more opportunities to be disappointed by candidates who don’t pull through.

Alas, amongst all this stress and madness, I had a glimmer of hope Friday morning. It was on my way into work that I noticed how lovely the rose bush in the parking lot looked in the early hours.

(Unfortunately, I didn’t have my camera with me, so we’re back to cell phone pics again for this post. Sincerest apologizes to those of you who were looking forward to seeing my advanced photography skills after my last post. I promise there will be more super awesome photos soon. *winks obnoxiously large*)

I try to park my car next to this rose bush every morning, because it is always so lovely. I try to use it as a reminder, every day before work and every day after work, to appreciate the little things of beauty that happen throughout the day. In an understaffed, painfully bureaucratic office position, such as mine, it can be easy to get to a point where you hate the monotonous work that you do and the impatient, unappreciative public that you serve.

These flowers remind me that the most important part of my day is not when a customer calls upset that we haven’t process their application yet, when we’ve been calling them for over a month to give us the missing information the we need. The most important part of my day is not when a contractor gets snippy and rude with me because I asked for confirmation of an installation date, when the date is ‘clearly on the application.’ (It was on the application three different ways btw. We needed to know which one was the correct date. The contractor still hung up on me.) The most important part of my day is not when a customer claims that I denied her application because I am a republican. (The dirtiest insult I’ve ever received btw.)

The most important part of my day is when my supervisor surprises me with my favorite bagel from Panera. (Cinnamon Crunch fyi)

The most important part of my day is when I get to chat with Blair about video games and linguistics at lunch.

The most important part of my day is when my fiance, Jake sends me a picture of our cat on top of the fridge.

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This is Charlie’s new favorite spot in the apartment.

These are the most important moments of the day, and it can be so easy to forget that when my day at work really, really sucks. When people treat me like garbage and the work piles up like mountains around me, and I feel like I’m suffocating under the weight of all the applications and all the deadlines.


If I try to remember what’s important, and I appreciate the little flakes of joy that are sprinkled throughout my day amongst the unpleasant, the stressful, and the boring, then I can get through the day with a smile. On Friday my coworker even accused me of being downright ‘giggly.’ (A bit hyperbolic in my opinion, but it captures my point.)

I wrote this post for all of you today, as a reminder to be thankful the little shreds of good throughout the day. I know September can be a stressful month for everyone, what with school starting up again, applying for college or graduate school, and many workplaces increasing the workload before the end of the year.

So remember, for next week, and the week after that, and the month after that, and the year after that, to look for and appreciate beauty when you can find it.

Go out there. Kick butt. And try not to let rude people get you down.

Do your job the best you can. And most importantly, take care of yourself out there.


Kitty Photoshoot!

Yep, you read that right. Jake and I had a Kitty photoshoot yesterday, and yes, it was as amazing as it sounds. And the best part is: It was autumn themed!

Up until this point I have been using my phone camera for most photos on this blog, and Jake’s phone for all selfies. That’s right Millennial generation, I am a disappointment to you all. My very own selfie camera is… is… is… BROKEN!!!! It has been for over two years now. The horror, I know. Not that I’ve missed it too much. I’ve never been one much for selfies. I must admit though, that the lack of personal selfie camera has made blogging a bit difficult though. Luckily I can borrow Jake’s phone pretty much anytime that I need a quick pic.

Despite the fact that I only have a semi-fuctional camera phone, I feel I’ve gotten on pretty well. I mean my Olbrich Garden photos turned out simply stunning. But after five months of blogging, enough was enough, and I begged Jake to bring his DSLR camera home from work.

I’ve been dying to get my hands on an actual camera since I’ve started blogging. I can’t help but gaze longingly at the pinnacle of perfection that is other bloggers’ photos. Most bloggers take just jaw droppingly gorgeous pictures. Most of mine are meh at best. They would pass on Facebook, but they do not compete in the visually driven world of blogging.

So here is my first round of pictures taken while playing around with Jake’s camera.

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None too shabby if I do say so myself.

Granted, since I was shooting a live action kitty, (emphasis on the live action) I decided to keep the auto-focus on, since I’m not that fast at manually focusing yet. However, because I was using auto-focus, many of my pictures did not turn out. The damn thing kept wanting to focus on the pumpkin instead of the kitty! What a silly camera. Doesn’t it know that Charlie is always the center of attention? Ah well, it shall learn soon enough.

I’ll be excited to try taking some still life photos this week to hone my manual focusing skills. I have some experience manually focusing from taking pictures with my mom’s camera, but I’m rusty to say the least.

Let’s just say that things are going to get very pretty around here.

Gone are the days of posts without photos!

Gone are the days of poorly light shots where everything present just looks sad!

Gone are the days of graininess, blurriness, and shadowiness!

A new era of flawless photos has begun.

Not exactly a flawless photo, but look at the tiny pumpkin! So cute.