you’re like my favorite underwear.

As much as I’d love to take credit for that title up there, I can’t. That wonderful phrase is courtesy of Liz Phair and her song “Favorite”.

The song is the inspiration for my post tonight, full of my favorite things! Following my post from the other day about my favorite summer fashion, I wanted to share some of my –other- favorite things, besides clothes and, of course, emgurt!

my favorite shoes (that I own): the hobbit shoes.

I felt the need to put “that I own” after that because if I could have any shoes in the world, it’d definitely be the sandals I wrote about in my last post. Buttt! On to the shoes I’ve got….
It’s true, when I where these, people call me tinker bell, but that’s no reason why I can’t love them. They’re so comfy! Best thing about them? I’m allowed to wear them during the school day, according to the school’s dress code! :) I really want to find some cheap black ones and put pyramid studs on them or get a pair of white ones and sharpie the bad boys!

my favorite drink:

IZZE! the best fruity flavor there is! (besides fruit, of course!)

ED never liked the idea of drinking calories- it was a “waste”- so soda and juices were out of the question. IZZE beats down that stupid ED idea and is really wonderful. I love their Blueberry and Pear flavors. Too bad they’re so hard to find around here.

my favorite band:family force 5

No matter what anybody says, I love these guys. Their music just makes me want to dance. Doesn’t hurt that they’re from Georgia either. ;)

my favorite flower:the daffodil

Ya’ll might have noticed, but I have a tiny, really small, minute love of flowers. Out of all that I’ve seen or heard of (or taken pictures of), the daffodil is, by far, my favorite.

my favorite clothing brand: free people, the headquarters of boho, free spirited style.

One day, after I’ve made billions from the mass marketing of emgurt creations, I will be able to afford the gorgeous dresses that Free People sells. Until then, I’ll be searching the racks of Plato’s Closet for one.

and of course (this is a food blog, after all!)
my favorite food!

  yogurt!

What’s more delicious than plain ole yogurt? Greek yogurt.
What’s more delicious than Greek yogurt? Fro-yo! :D
All yogurt is delicious, the creamier and thicker, the better! Drizzle some honey on or top it off with some blackberries- the possibilities are endless. It doesn’t end with the toppings, there are so many different flavors of yogurt that  to try them all in one lifetime is impossible. (Won’t stop me from trying!)

Alright, I’m off to watch The Clique, which, by the way, was filmed at my school! :)

I’ll get to commentin’ tomorrow morning.
Night girlies! ♥

blast from the past.

Day one back at the cooking casa and I have a multitude of foods waiting to be cooked up. New fruits and veggies in season and ready to be eaten by me, all sorts recipes for me to try, even a grill all fired up… maybe not that far!

With all these choices, whatever could I choose?

Spanakopita! :D

When a food has served you so well in the past, you can’t just abandon it. Plus, it’s so delicious I had dreams about it the first time I made it. Which brought me to this startling conclusion:

Spinach = life.

And another amazing addiction? (ahaha, alliteration!) Fresh veggies from mi jardin! Yummy Italian slop jar with zucchini, tomatoes, and Vidalia onions. :D

Oh, and remember TangySweet I was talking about in yesterday’s post?

bam! pomegranate fro-yo with fresh blueberries. so friggin’ delicious that I’m craving some now.

And what would any vacation be without…

Alright, alright, I think my flower-photographing obsession is getting crazy. What on earth am I going to do about it? I should probably seek therapy but… never! I’m going to be a crazy flower portrait maker for my entire life!

Oh, and meet my new best friend: this is georgy jr, resident of the back field at mount vernon.
isn’t he just the cutest, with his wittle horns?

Oh, and do any of you lovely ladies (and gents, if you're out there) have any recipes you'd like to share? Tomorrow, I've got the whole house to myself so I'm getting ready for a cook-a-thon! Peaches, summer squash and mustard greens are piling up in the fridge, so maybe ones up that alley? Hit me with anything. :D

Have a nice night/morning! ♥

your eggo’s preggo.

Right now, I imagine all of you lovely readers glaring at me for my lack of posting (last time was April?!) and wondering what the excuse is this time…

Babies.
Yes, I’m pregnant.

Haha, no. Just kidding. But, I have been making my future children at Make Me Baby. Yeahhh, I know, it’s a lame, but really, I’ve discovered the David Beckham will never be my baby’s daddy. But between Fork Boy and Fritz, Fritz totally wins out. Makes me sad.

All of this stems from my friend’s SICK mind! She took a picture of Fork Boy and me and made our little “Edward”.
God, what an ugly child.
And I told her that, which she came back with, “Well, fine! If you don’t like that baby, make one with Cheesy French Fries.” (Read Fritz there.)

I accepted my challenge and bam!yes, she does have a turban on her head.
(& if you think hannah marie is not cute,
compare her to Fork Boy’s baby…. she wins.)

Which got me to thinking about ole dear Fritzy pants. 
And how we always used laugh and to talk on the phone.
Now, we just text.
I miss him a lot, to be honest.

But we text each other almost every day… that’s not healthy. Really. Not. At. All. But he makes me happy.

Seriously, I can not stop laughing when we “talk”. I get that happy warm feeling inside, which is not good ‘cause I’ve gone down this road before. Look how that turned out.

And what about Fork Boy? I thought I liked him. But when ever Fritz is mentioned, Fork Boy… well, he can go kick rocks compared to Fritz.

Which got me to thinking some more… would I ever… I dunno, go out with Fritz again? We’re definitely hanging out this summer (me+him at the Warped Tour) but I don’t know what that’ll lead to. More of, what do I want it to lead to? Can we make it work again? Should we even try? I know when I talk to him I get the feeling that’s what he wants but I never know. Am I being too self-centered? Has he forgiven me after all that I did to him? Was I really to blame? Did I really end it all with that decision or was it him?

UGGG! I don’t even know anymore. I refuse to think about it until after school’s out.

Now, for some photos.

scallops with the madre.

nummy sausage shrimp.

the madre’s steak taco bowl.

   my spinach-black bean burrito.

eggplant parmesan panini!

oh, and for your viewing pleasure:
FLOWERS :D

         I think I’ve bored you guys enough with that.

Anyways, I had the greatest Saturday night of all time. Why?

Because of the CARNIVAL! Yes, I’m officially a carnie now, hahaha! It was so much fun. Picture a 6x6 inch piece of fried dough with a centimeter of powered sugar, next to a spinny, scrambler ride, a stuffed fish/ornament, and a frozen Red Bull concoction.

I know, it sounds like the bomb.
’Cause it waaaas!

I watched Juno this past weekend too, so I’m even happier.

And today was pretty bomb diggity too! Except for a few lame parts, including one where this guy in my Humanities class asked me if I was smashed at the Carnival ‘cause apparently there’s a rumor going around about my ‘activities’ at said carnie.
Yay! /sarcasm
Oh, and just in case you were wondering, I wasn’t. I have a low tolerance for sugar/caffeine, so yeah, when you give me a frozen energy drink and a cookie, I appear as if I hit the piss. (Tina, that’s for you! Fritz told me it was an Aussie term he used back when he was home in Perth, so if you aren’t familiar with it, blame him!)

At lunch, Fork Boy sat at my table.
I freaked, to be honest.
Even in light of my revelations about Fritzy, I was freaked.
I was scared shitless.

I probably wouldn’t have been half so scared if he and his little groupies weren’t listening to every single flippin’ word my lunch buddy and I were saying. I was trying to divulge the rumors going around (#1, see above) and all I could do was try and spell it out on the table with no words. All I got across was “B” and all I got back was “The…. lis..nin” which I assumed was “The butt holes over yonder on the other side of the table are listening”.
Gah!
Way to ruin our secret telling session.

Boys are butt faces.

Sorry for the lack of updating and commenting. I swear on the very soul of all that is sacred in my world (basically, emgurt) that I’ll get to commentin’. Expect deep, meaningful notes.

Mucho amor, mis chicas.
♥ Hooroo. :)

forty-four.

Heya chicas. Hope your Mondays weren’t too evil!

Buuut, does anyone else get the feeling that this week in going to be the bomb-diggity? Even though it’s Holy Week and I have FOUR days of masses/spiritual activities in a row, I think it’s going to be great.

I have that feeling, deep down in my bones.

Anyways, it started out pretty wonderful- yesterday was so beautiful. It rained all last week but Sunday was clear and bright. Perfect day for a trip downtown!

My friend and I traveled downtown for some prime bonding time. We talked a lot and (I think) really got to know each other better. It was so much fun too. :)

We decided to eat at this restaurant called the “Brick Alley Pub” and being low on cash, we decided to split an appetizer with a side salad each.

spinach and artichoke with bacon and tomato toppings. SO SO GOOD.

a caesar salad for moi

and a garden salad for mi amiga look at that action shot ;)

and some piccies of us and our dock trespassing adventures.

some cherry garcia. ♥

pretty great time, if I must say so myself. :)

And a funny yet awkward story to tell you guys! Today at lunch, I was chatting with this freshman boy who is hilarious and he mentioned the above pictures (my friend put them on her facebook yesterday). I was like, "Oh yeah, I'm sucha baaabe." The boy kinda looked at me funny and said, "Mhmm, well, no, not really." Umm… that’s hard to recover from but I noticed that he kept looking behind me for some reason, so I turned around and BAM! Fork boy was right there, staring at us. He turned around and stalked off, leaving the two of us a little weirded out. The freshman was like, "Um, that was interesting. Why on Earth does he stare at you all the time? Weeeirdo." He told me later that he didn’t want to say anything about the pictures because fork boy was back there, glaring as usual.

Tehe.
It was funny to me.

‘Cause ya’ll know why he stares at me.
’Cause I’m a total baaabe. ;)

Just kidding!

I’m off to take a shower, so enjoy your night, lovelies. ♥