The Real World

Whelp… I’m officially a member of the real world now.

And I’m not talking about the reality show.

I’m talking about the I-got-a-job-I-got-an-apartment-now-I-have-to-pay-tons-of-money-for-everything real world.

Life is grand.

Life also changes a lot in just a week.

When I woke up on Monday, April 30, I was still a college student with no job and nowhere to live after Saturday, May 5.

And by God’s grace, everything came together before graduation. It came down to the last possible second (story of my life), but still, it all came together.

I walked across that stage on Saturday morning surrounded by friends, with a place to live and a job secured.

Here’s me and my diploma (cover)!

I start working on Monday (so excited for that!) and in the meantime I’ve been unpacking and organizing my apartment.

Apartment living is quite the adjustment. Especially for a country girl who’s spent most of her life in the middle of nowhere surrounded by peace and quiet.

But that’s a post for another day.

Highs, lows, and chocolate cake

It’s been a bit of a rough week. I didn’t expect it to be the kind of week that it’s been, either, which makes everything a little more draining.

But despite my struggles, this week has also been very good.

I had my last class ever. Forever. I’ll be done with school forever on Tuesday after my final final, and by this time next Saturday, I’ll be a full-fledged college graduate.

I’m excited!

I had a second job interview. It went well.

I’m hopeful!

One of my lovely housemates turned 22 on Thursday and brought home this lovely cake.

I’m pretty sure I’m the only person in the house who’s eating this. But hey, I’m not complaining! This cake is seriously yummy.

And after the week I’ve had, I’ll take all the fattening, sugary comfort food I can get.

What I Love About Sunday

It’s no secret to y’all that I am a country girl through and through. And being the country girl that I am, I love me some good ol’ twangy country music.

One of my favorite songs ever, ever, ever is Craig Morgan’s, “What I Love About Sunday.”

I feel like my day today has been a “What I Love About Sunday” day.

I woke up to rain. Lots of rain. Like a torrential downpour of rain.

But I was ok with that. Torrential downpours of rain don’t really exist in Kansas. I savored the moment.

The tornado sirens went off this morning too. A tornado warning was issued and the RD of our house told us to stay inside until it expired.

Wudn’t gonna happen.

I was dressed up. I was putting on makeup. And I’ll be danged if I wasn’t going to go to church. So I left the house when I was good and ready to go. There was no wall cloud, no rotation, no nothing. It was fine.

It rained all through church.

I was distracted all through church.

But not because of the rain. Because I thought I’d accidentally locked my keys in my car. Which was completely not my fault.

Nope, not my fault. I can’t tell you the story because it would take ten years, but trust me, it wasn’t my fault.

After talking to everyone after church, I nervously approached my car and pulled on the back driver’s side door. It was locked. My heart sank. I have never locked my keys in my car before. I didn’t know what I was going to do.

So I went to the front driver’s side door. It was unlocked. Thank the Lord.

I drove back home. Went to Walmart. Made breakfast for lunch with a friend. Found out that homemade hash browns will turn out sticky and gross unless you squeeze all the liquid out of them before frying them. Took a nap on the couch as a second round of thunder and rain rolled in.

Good stuff.

I came back to my house a quarter after four and my lovely housemates were just starting The Blindside. I curled up on the couch. Ate cookie dough dip. Laughed and enjoyed doing nothing.

This is what I love about Sunday.

Rockfish: why you should hire me to be your next Social Content Developer

Dear wonderful people at Rockfish Interactive,

I found your job posting for a Social Content Developer on your website this weekend. I read through the job description and I was instantly hooked.

I thought to myself, “This is so me.”

I showed the job post to my friends and they agreed. “That sounds like you!”

I even told one of my professors about it and he said, “Well that’s perfect.”

Bottom line… this is the job for me and I am the employee for you. Let me give you five reasons why.

1) You want a blogger. I am a blogger. And not only that but I love it. I have a unique voice that is engaging and enjoyable. Sometimes I even tell myself I’m persuasive enough to convince the world that my home state of Kansas is not the most boring place on the planet. Maybe I’m not quite there yet, but I’m working on it. The point is, I know how to get a point across and I say it in a way that doesn’t put people to sleep.

2) I’m not just a blogger. I’m a trained writer. I’m double majoring in journalism and photography at John Brown University. I’ve worked for the student newspaper, The Threefold Advocate, for three years. During my tenure, the newspaper was named first place in the state of Arkansas and I wrote an article that received second place in the state in sports writing. I can write. I can proofread and edit. I know my stuff.

3) I know social media and content management. I’ve set up and maintained various social media accounts for The Threefold Advocate and use them to promote our weekly issues and drive traffic to our website. I update and moderate all content that goes on the website and even helped design it. I’m no design aficionado, but I’ve taken enough art classes in college to hold my own.

4) Rockfish is a great company. From what I know of it, y’all don’t do anything halfway. Your dedication to your clients and to your employees is both evident and impressive. I love that Rockfish is intentional about building community within the workplace. From weekly meals together to the “Culture Connection,” I’m all about getting to know my colleagues.

5) I want this job and I know I’d be good at it. I haven’t stopped thinking about it since I first found the job posting. Seriously, I can’t pay attention in class because I’m daydreaming about it, I dreamt about it in my sleep one night, I just can’t get it out of my head. I’ve never been in love before, but I imagine this is what it feels like.


Hopefully now you know a little bit more about me and my qualifications for the job. If you’d like to contact me, just click on the Contact link at the top of the page and shoot me an email. I’d very much love to hear from you. Thank you for your time and consideration.

(Un)appetizing apps

“How did I ever live without the iPhone?”

I’m kind of embarrassed to admit how many times I’ve asked myself that since getting an iPhone last September.

I never thought I would be one of those techie people who hugged and loved their electronic devices and called them George, if you know what I mean. I don’t think I’m quite there yet, but I really love my iPhone.

One of my favorite things to do is look up new apps. I’m kind of embarrassed to admit how much time I’ve wasted browsing through the App Store.

Now y’all know (or if you don’t, you should) that I love cooking. Love it, love it, love it. Sometimes I secretly dream of going to culinary school. I guess that ain’t a secret no more, but whatever. Anyway, I’m all into the foodie apps in the App Store. I downloaded one last week that was particularly enjoyable.

But not for the reason you might think.

The app is called Dinner Spinner. One of its main features is that it lets your “spin” or shake your iPhone to get a random selection of dishes and ingredients. They target this feature to people who aren’t quite sure what they want to eat. I think they should target it to twenty-something female college students who love to cook more than they love to do homework.

Or maybe not. That advertising strategy might only work on me. Just a guess.

Still, I was thoroughly entertained the other night by the variety of combinations I got by shaking my iPhone. Some sounded good. Some were… well, interesting. See for yourself.


I can’t make fish dessert recipes in my slow cooker? Sad day! I really wanted that salmon peach cobbler.


There were also normal recipes for main dishes with fish like baked salmon and tilapia. (But still no salmon peach cobbler.)


These were the recipes that turned up for cookies with some sort of fruit ingredient. Here’s my question… what in tarnation is a hootycreek? Sounds like something we probably have in Arkansas.


Ask and ye shall receive. A hootycreek is a beautifully festive cookie in a jar recipe that makes a great gift. My life is better for knowing this.


The app has plenty of recipes for main dishes with chicken.


But none for chicken beverages.


Or chicken cookies.

I’m sad. I wanted all of those things. (I kid. I kid. It just makes the app more funny if I pretend to be hurt by its lack of ridiculous recipes. Ha.)

And on that note, I’m off to go concoct a recipe for salmon peach cobbler in the slow cooker!



Just the word makes my nose cringe and my esophagus constrict.

I hate eggs. I hate them. I have always told people that the only way I like my eggs is inside of a cake or brownies or something where I can’t taste them at all. It’s a problem.

But the even bigger problem is that I can’t accept my problem. I want to like eggs. I really, really, really do. I’m kind of desperate to like them, actually. Eggs are good for you. They’re cheap. They’ve got a lot of protein. (And I am all about protein. Just ask the girls I live with. They’ll tell ya that I don’t ever make a meal without some sort of meat. Unless, of course, I have a bowl of cereal for supper. But cereal’s “bachelor’s steak” and since I’m the female equivalent of a bachelor, that counts, right? Oh my word. Rabbit trail extreme. Sorry.)

Anyway, the point is that I have hated eggs for my whole life and it really bothers me. I mean, what kind of farm girl doesn’t like eggs? It’s like an unwritten requirement to be a legitimate country girl. You must like eggs. And meat. And fried chicken. And pie. And mashed taters.

I’m digressing again.

Despite my utter distaste for eggs (haha, distate… eggs… get it?!) I periodically force myself to eat them, hoping against all hope that maybe my taste buds died or rearranged themselves or something and I’ll magically like eggs all of a sudden.

I mean, come on. I just want an omelet. The sausage, the bacon, the onions, the peppers, the tomatoes, the cheese… they always look so delicious together. If only I could have the omelet without the egg, I would be one happy girl.

Well, while I was trying to decide what to fix myself for supper this evening, I realized I was craving a breakfast burrito. I kept rummaging in the cabinets and the fridge, hoping to find something more appealing, but I just couldn’t stop thinking about that dang breakfast burrito. I thought about making one with everything but the eggs, but then I told myself I wasn’t allowed to do that. The only way I was getting a breakfast burrito was with scrambled eggs. And I wanted a burrito.

Now, one teensy little drawback to not liking eggs is that you don’t ever learn how to cook them. I’ve never made an egg in my life. I don’t even watch people cook eggs because the smell usually makes me want to puke.

I had to Google how to scramble an egg.

It killed my cooking pride.

I chopped up onions and peppers. I browned sausage and grated cheese. I got everything ready except for the egg.

I almost chickened out. But I didn’t.

I cracked the egg into a bowl and whisked it all up and seasoned it with salt and pepper. I poured the liquified egg into the pan and freaked out.

What the heck do I do with this thing now? Do I let it set? Do I keep whisking? Is it possible to burn eggs?

I decided to keep whisking and was amazed to see how fast the eggs changed from liquid to well, normal looking eggs. I had no idea how long to let them cook, so I guessed and dumped them onto my burrito when they “looked” done.

Here’s the finished product!

It was huge. And messy. But good. For the most part.

The eggs weren’t awesome. I don’t know if that was because of my negative disposition toward them or because I cooked them wrong. Probably both.

But hey, they didn’t make me gag! It’s only taken me twenty-one years to get to this point, but I call that progress.

Maybe in another twenty-one years I will actually, genuinely like eggs.

But for now at least I satisfied my craving.


This afternoon I was filling in homework assignments (which I am utterly, completely and hopelessly unmotivated to do) on my calendar for the month of April and I realized something.

I haven’t put graduation on my calendar.

After debating for a moment over what category graduation fell under (“Fun Stuff,” “Today,” “Misc School Stuff”???) I clicked the box for May 5th and typed it in. All caps. Period at the end.


(I classified it as “Fun Stuff,” by the way. I’m not sure that was the right decision, and let’s be honest, I’ll probably change it as the day grows closer. Maybe I’ll add a “Things-That-I-Am-Both-Looking-Forward-To-And-Dreading-All-At-The-Same-Time” category and put under there.)

It kinda knocked the wind out of me. I know that sounds dumb, but really, I had to stop and catch my breath for a second after hitting enter.

This. Is. The. End.

I’ve never not been a student before. Well, I guess if you want to be completely accurate, I wasn’t a student during that time between birth and turning five, but humor me. For all intents and purposes of this argument, I have never not been a student. So there.

I don’t know how to live life outside of school and friends and teachers/professors and homework and tests and everything!! (Excuse the lack of commas and the double exclamation points. My frantic emotions got the better of me for a second. But don’t worry. I’m back. See? Proper punctuation.)

Whew. Actually, I think I’m done for now. I refuse to think about this anymore.

Thanks for bearing with my processing-major-life-events-through-blogging syndrome. It’s probably only gonna get worse the closer we get to May 5th.

Sorry ’bout y’all.

Gonna go get some gumbo

This is the back of the T-shirt I wore yesterday. It paid off.

If you missed the KU vs. UNC game, you missed out. It was one heckuva game! And of course, the best team came out on top. (Sorry Sadie Sades…)

My Jayhawks are headed to the Final Four in New Orleans!

“Gonna get me some gumbo.” That’s what our starting point guard, Tyshawn Taylor, shouted to the crowd as he cut down his piece of the net after yesterday’s Elite Eight victory.

Needless to say, I’m super excited about this weekend.

Hopefully we’ll bring back a little more than just gumbo.

Rock Chalk Jayhawk!

Feels good to be a winner

Feels good to be a winner! That has been the catchphrase of our spring break adventure in Florida.

Seven of my good friends and I have been in Destin since Saturday relaxing, enjoying ourselves and most importantly… taking a break from all things school-related.

I’ll tell y’all what feels good… being on spring break, that’s what.

We have the privilege of staying in a beautiful hotel with a private beach (say what?!) right on the water. It’s lovely. A shuttle takes us from the hotel to the beach where we sit in beach chairs, under beach umbrellas, on the beach, with white sand, on the beach. Beach, beach beach. That’s a word we don’t get to say a lot in Kansas. Gotta make the most of it, you know.

But for real, our days basically consist of sleeping in (what’s that?), eating breakfast on our balcony overlooking the Destin harbor, moseying on down to the dock to meet the shuttle that takes us to the beach, where we sit in beach chairs, reading books, snacking, napping, tanning, watching the people, watching the water and basically being beach bums.

I love it. Can I be a beach bum forever, please?

Actually, nope, I take that back. I don’t think I would like to be a beach bum forever. I would miss my beautiful Kansas dirt way too much.

But I’ll take the beach for vacation any day.

Here are just a few shots I’ve snapped of spring break with my iPhone.

After driving ten hours on Saturday, this was the first glimpse we had of Destin. That’s our hotel! So nice… nicer than anything I’ve ever stayed in before! (Also sorry about my dirty windshield. I could have Photoshopped that out, but hey, I’m on vacation.)

This is the kitchen in our suite. I only see kitchens like this in my dreams. I’m getting so spoiled this week.

This was our first day on the beach. Before I was tan. Before the water was “pretty.” I mean, I think water in general is a beautiful thing (if you’ve ever lived on a farm, you know what I mean) but it looks a little brown in this picture. Later that afternoon, after the tide changed and the sun came out even more, the water turned an amazing blue-green that I almost couldn’t believe was real.

Here’s the pretty water. And a really fun sailboat. I thought it looked like a pirate ship. This is definitely a sight I will never see in Kansas or Arkansas. Florida abounds with new adventures.

This is the cutest, tiniest post office I have ever seen! We took a day trip down the coast on Monday to the charming little town of Seaside. We walked around and explored the town, which is where “The Truman Show” was filmed (trivia!). We like it so much, we’re going back tomorrow.

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