Bathroom Ideas?

I’m supposed to be packing this morning and last night and tonight and ALL THE TIME until Monday! But I’m not, I’m playing on one of my fave sites, Houzz, and scoping pretty bathroom design ideas for my new apartment. This won’t be what my bathroom looks like, but a girl can dream!

BTW – Totally bummed that Houzz disabled Pinterest, but that just means you might see more of my favorite rooms on this little blog. 

Winn Wittman Architecture  bathroom

Winn Wittman Architecture, Austin, TX (Found on Houzz)

 http://www.winnwittman.com

 

 

A dream for a cold day in Chicago

While I appreciate the weather supporting my vast scarf collection, it felt a little redic wearing snow boots and a scarf to work today. I wish I was over-exagerating, but it was 44 degrees when I left this morning. Anyways, feast on this shot for the morning!

Covecastles, Anguilla, West Indies tropical patio

Covecastles, Anguilla, West Indies by Miami Photographer Dan Forer, http://www.forer.com (found on Houzz)

Architecture by Myron Goldfinger

 

Cohabitation means cohabi-dining

If you know me, you know I have some food weirdness. I don’t see it that way, I see it as I like what I like and I get sick from most other things. I’m guessing that my food sensitivities have something to do with my non-existent desire to cook fancy dishes. Oh please, who am I kidding? I love simple, delicious foods! Personally, I think I’m lucky! Breakfast anything, pasta anything and fruit and veggie anything. Easy to please, and I don’t get bored with my faves. To you foodies out there, this might be blasphemy but it is the truth – I really only eat ten foods. Here’s the rundown;

I eat about a dozen eggs per week – I freaking love the little suckers! My roommate laughs at me because I crave eggs like a mad woman, when I want them, nothing else will do! Sunny side up with toast is my fave, close second is hard-boiled and scrambled are in third place on the regular menu de chez Nukem. Sometimes I’ll cook an egg in a red pepper and an onion and put it on an English Muffin. Deviled eggs? Don’t even get me started on how good these are. You get the point, I love eggs, and I eat a lot of them. 

Eggs are separate from my love of breakfast food.. sort of? I love French toast, waffles, pancakes, crepes, bacon, eggs, fresh fruit, oatmeal, cereal,  quiche, etc. LOVE it all! That’s a no brainer.

Pasta – another staple, although not what it used to be. For more than a year in college, food made me sick. No joke – I ate pasta and sandwiches for more than a year because those were the only dishes that didn’t have me running to bathroom between classes. It was rough, but no food allergies were identified. What was identified? A serious love of pasta – even plain noodles with a good olive and parmesan – makes me happy. Now, I’ve limited my pasta intake to every other week. I stopped buying it as often in hopes my dietary desires would expand. I eat eggs now, slight improvement?

Here’s the point of this post – my eating is totally strange. I eat the same dinner four nights out of the week because its what I’m craving at the end of the day. I vary my lunches more than my dinners – yogurt, hummus, sandwiches, frozen things, pasta, quesadillas, couscous, throw some shrimp with any of those, and I’m a happy camper. What I don’t do? Make dinners.

In less than a month, Leo and I move in, big life stuff for sure. Going out on a limb here, Leo won’t be so happy with over-easy eggs and toast four nights out of the week! 

I’ve been watching some of these other blogger ladies and stockpiling recipes, shouldn’t be a problem cooking any of them, but I hope my tummy troubles stay FAR away. For my dishes, I might have to eliminate most of the meat, but a dash of meat hasn’t seemed to bother me lately and I want to make sure Leo is well-fed when I cook. He’s a carnivore fur sure, have you seen that facial hair? Requires meat. 

Janetha’s Sweet Potato Black Bean Enchiladas (Leo is Mexican and his mom makes delicious food, hopefully I pass the taste test!)

Breaking down the Big Beige Box’s Eggplant Parm (read the recipe and how she prepares it, then laugh because this girl is hilarious.)

Paige Spicer’s World’s Easiest Vegetable Lasagna (if I cook like her, I hope to be able to run like her. Oh, and read the title, PERFECT.)

Everything on Rachel Wilkerson’s blog – the girl thinks like me, eats like me and lives in sin like I will be in a few weeks. I dig her for sure. 

So maybe only one of these has meat but if it is tasty enough, Leo will never see the non-meatness coming. Unless he reads this little blog thing. Hmmmm, this will be interesting.

 

On sleeping in

My goodness it feels amazing to sleep in and wake up 100% refreshed. I should do it more often! Waking refreshed is better than day dreaming about leaving the city for the place below for sure!

Off to go look at skyscrapers and take over the world. It’s a great day to be in Chicago!

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My power shoes

So, I embrace power items – a single wardrobe item that makes me feel like I can do anything, conquer anything, look sexy, turn heads, and, of course, take over the world. A standard power item in any wardrobe (man or woman) is a killer pair of shoes, and while my collection is vast, my all time favorite power shoes are these:

 

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Yep, there they are.. an old pair of boots. I’ve had them for eight years and they replaced a pair that I had for nearly six years before that. Do the math – got my first pair of these kicks when I was in middle school and replaced them mid way through high school. I wore this pair through college, and will likely play out the rest of my once-a-year-rugby habit in them.They’ve played on soccer fields are rugby pitches across the midwest, no less than five states and no more than ten championship matches. These suckers smell bad, are held together with electrical tape, have no support and very warn down cleats, and they fit me like a glove. I feel like a princess, supermodel, rockstar and all-around-ass-kicker in these shoes.

In this pair of shoes I can do anything, be anything and beat anything.

Well, at least that’s how they make me feel. My overall win-to-lose ratio is probably 5:1 which just so happens to the magic equation of a successful life in my eyes. Want more details? Maybe some other day when I’m not so sore that it is impossible to get out of bed.

Love,
A sore ex-soccer player and once-yearly-out-of-retirement rugger

 

 

 

Big, exciting life news!

As of June 1st I have a new roommate in my dream apartment. Wanna meet him?

Leo

 

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That’s LEO! He’s my best friend 🙂 and almost three years to the date that we started dating we signed a lease to our first apartment together. Exciting stuff! Doesn’t hurt that the apartment is a dream come true either. More details to come!

– E

t-minus six days…

Until I get to drink wine!

 

True story – I’m counting down the days until the end of Lent. Before you give me grief for being bad at lenten promises, I should note that I am not Catholic. I give up something for lent to challenge myself and make myself a better person. Oh hell, my budget has something to do with this…By not drinking since Wednesday, March 9th, I estimate that I’ve saved roughly $600. 

Here’s the breakdown: 

  • $20 for dinner
  • $25 for drinks
  • $27 for a cab home

If I went out every Friday and Saturday, that would equal $864 total. DAMN, that’s a ton of money, but I don’t go out even Friday and Saturday. I would say though that on average I go once per weekend and spend around $72 for a night out in Chicago which equals $432. Then you add the garbage that I likely eat the next day and consider that I spend around $12 on wine per week at the grocery. We are up at $504. It’s safe to estimate that I spend the final $96 out and about with coworkers and/or friends throughout the weeks of Lent. 

Here’s to Monday, and to the last week of Lent. Looking forward to re-entering the life of a 20-something wino. 

 

 

Sunday mornings

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Horizon Organic box-milks in vanilla + french vanilla coffee = frothy latte on a budget. Here’s the secret – only punch a tiny hole with the straw to ensure frothiness. I’ve gone through a couple boxes scientifically testing prime frothiness. Sunday morning and I get it right, life is good.

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Mix that perfect cup of coffee with a full reader and some french toast? You’ve get yourself one happy girl.

 

Off to continue the apartment hunt – wish me luck!

 

-Eliza

Saturday: Pseudo-Sick Day

I’m a firm believer in an occasional sick day. Even if you could push through being sick and get your work done, sometimes it is best to just rest in order to refresh mind, body and soul. But here’s my problem, I rarely get sick. You know that pesky cold that people always get? Sure, I get it once in a while, but I used to get it twice a year at the major season changes. Sounds crazy, but I’m sort of missing that pattern right now.

I’ve been fairly healthy recently (thank goodness, not complaining) and the last time I was sick I had to go to the urgent care folks. Who knew that a really stiff neck with a throat on fire is serious? I didn’t, but apparently those are the symptoms of something deadly. Ha. If I believed that, I’d have been in the hospital twice a year my whole life for change of season cold and flu! I also signed my name to my blog post E-to-the-Z-to-the-1-2-3. Totally delirious. 

Back to my point, getting sick is the world’s way of telling you to take it easy. Being tired and groggy and punk as my mom says is ominous. And then the actually being sick part sucks – you are achy, you want to cry, drinking/talking/swallowing/breathing hurts like a mother-effer and you can’t get through the day without those things. No doubt about it, being sick blows!

But let’s look at the positives of the cold/flu. 

  • Sweatpants and a hoodie is socially acceptable
  • Watching crappy television is normal, if not expected
  • Staying in bed all day goofing around online is fun until you get bored
  • Finishing that book that has been begging your attention is a must
  • You sound like absolute hell, which is exactly how you feel – no faking that
  • You can eat whatever you want because it makes your throat feel better

And most importantly, you can relax for an entire day without feeling like a slacker. 

All of these things are acceptable on a Saturday when its cloudy out too, right? At least for the first few hours of the day? I guess I’m taking a mental health half-day today. 

– E to the Z to the 123