Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Makin' a Pie

It's the day before Thanksgiving, and I had a couple of hours to kill.  So, I decided to make a pie.  And blog about it, of course.  But not just any pie... a PIONEER WOMAN pie.  Oh, yeah.

I made this "Dreamy Apple Pie" that PW posted during her pie week last week.  I only had to buy apples, pecans, and a pie crust, which was super convenient.  The whole recipe is in the link, so I won't post it here.  But you can look at the deliciouso pictures!

For an apple pie, you need apples.  The recipe called for Granny Smith, so I got those.  I follow directions.

Then, peel and core the apples.  I tried to do the whole peel-in-a-spiral thing but it was way too hard.  I chickened out.

Slice up the apples and throw them all into a bowl.

Oh look, my cat!  Hi, cat!  He was confused as to why I was taking pictures of baking a pie and not feeding him dinner.

Silly cat.  I have pies to bake!

In a separate bowl, combine white sugar and brown sugar.  DO NOT EAT!

This is a difficult step.

Then add heavy cream...


Psst... do you like my heart-shaped measuring spoons?

...a little cinnamon...

...and some flour.

Now, stir it all together.  Whee!!!

Pour the sauce mixture over the apples and toss to coat.  DO NOT EAT!

Mmmm.  And then it will look like this.

I ate one of these apple slices.  Shh, don't tell anyone.

For a pie, you need a pie crust.  I'm not cool enough to make my own, so I got a store-bought one.

I also am not cool enough to make fancy pie edges, so I just trimmed them.

Pour the apples into the pie crust evenly.

Now we have to make the topping.  I didn't know how to put together the food processor (aka: I'm too lazy) so I used the blender.  Throw in pecans, brown sugar, butter, and flour. 

Well, the blender didn't really work, so I had my mom help me put together the food processor and finished the job there.  It didn't have as clumpy of a mixture as PW did, but it'll do.

Spread the topping over the apples.  Now, put it in the over for an hour and be really patient.  Because when it comes out... will look like this!  Yum!

I'll let you know how it tastes tomorrow!

Happy Thanksgiving Eve!


This morning I was in the shower, and...

Okay, wait.  That was a weird way to start off this blog entry.  Don't worry, it's not that weird.

Anyways.  This morning I was in the shower, and I looked over and saw one of those loofah things hanging on the shower caddy and I was quite surprised.  Just tell me if you see what I see.


I think it does.  It's like when people see Jesus on grilled cheese and stuff.  Except you can't eat a loofah.  But Harry Potter is pretty much a religion, so that remains the same.

I think I'm just looking forward to seeing HP and the Deathly Hallows too much.

Love and grilled cheesus,

Tuesday, November 23, 2010


This TV is from the future.  It looks like the cast of Glee IS IN MY LIVING ROOM!  Wait... maybe they are in my living room.

That would be.  The.  Best.  Ever.  Especially when Carol Burnett is guest starring.  But they're not.  Darn.

Things I will be doing over break:
- Watching the future TV
- Shopping
- Online shopping
- Blogging
- Cooking
- Eating
- Playing with my cat
- Taking funny pictures with my cat
- Annoying my cat
- Not caring that I'm annoying my cat
- Not doing homework
- Seeing Harry Potter (FINALLY)
- Having fam time
- Hanging out with my buddies
- Having AmCo time
- Resting my liver
- Sleeping
- Sleeping
- Sleeping

Uh.  I think that's it.  Oh, and texting.  Yeah, because I just can't help that.

Happy Thanksgiving break!!!

Love and sweatpants,

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Friday, November 19, 2010

It's That Time

It's that time....

When I have to start applying for internships.
Which reminds me that this is my last semester to apply for internships.
Because after this semester I'll need a job.
Which makes me nervous.
Which makes me hyperventilate.
Which makes me run around my room a little.
Which doesn't last very long because my room is like 7 feet by 5 feet.
Which reminds me that I'll also need to find an apartment.
Which will probably be very small.
Which makes me wonder where I will put all my clothes.
Which makes me give up and want to just watch Grey's Anatomy on Hulu.

Just kidding.  A little.  But it DOES make me put in a shameless plug on my blog to say:
Hey!  If you are an internship that I applied to this week and you Googled me, hello!  Yes, I am the Courtney S(hizzle - sorry, had to take it out so my peeps can't Google mah blog - 6/21/11) that you intended to find on Google because I have pretty much determined that I am the only Courtney S(hizzle) in the world.  I would REALLY LIKE to intern with you, and I promise that I'm hard working and a good writer and will do anything you ask me to do.  Trust me, I worked at the Today Show, and the word "No" wasn't allowed within the doors of 30 Rock.  So please, interview me!  You won't regret it!

It is also that time...

For a new Mimes and Mummers show to open!  We had our opening night last night and it went excellently, so we need to TOP it tonight!  8pm, Collins Auditorium... be there!

Also, afterward, as is tradition with the Mimes, we put on a sketch parodying the show.  I have to say that I was pretty darn funny.  But that's just me.

I would also like to say that it is two weeks and one day until my birthday.  I.  Am.  So.  Close.  To not being a baby anymore.  Yayyy!

Love and LAUGHTER,

Monday, November 15, 2010

Laundry Day

When I was folding my laundry today, I had a really good opening to this blog entry.  I forgot it and now I just sound like an idiot.  You still love me.

I hate doing laundry.  My dad made me start doing my own laundry during my sophomore year of high school when I got pissed that he shrunk this one type of shirt I had twice in a row.  And now I have to do it myself.  Worst decision ever.

I feel like a ridiculous person when I do laundry.  This is because I am a ridiculous person in general, first of all, and also because I have way too many clothes.  And I know that girls have lots of clothes, but I'm pretty sure I take it to a new level.  Perhaps I should just demonstrate.

Uhm, yeah.  This is my laundry basket.

YOU SEE, during my freshman and sophomore years I had one of those normal laundry baskets that you get in the "College 07" section at Target (TARGET!!!) and it was not working out.  Because I would always fill up my laundry bin before I was out of clothes and then it would overflow and I wouldn't want to do my laundry because I hate doing my laundry and what point was there anyway when I still had clothes??  So there would be laundry everywhere and my roommate would get mad and kick me out and I would yell at my laundry basket in the hallway and then people would look at me strangely and I would cry a little bit inside.

Not really.  But it was annoying and my room would get messy.

So I dreamed.  I dreamed of a world where there was a laundry basket customized just for my laundry needs.  And then I went to South Carolina.  And I fell in love.  With this laundry basket.


It has a divider.  On each side.  Four.  Sections.  Do you know what that means??  That means that I don't need to sort my laundry when I go to do it.  Do you know how awesome that is???  No.  You don't.  Because you do not have my laundry basket.

Oh yeah.  And it has wheels.  Are you dying yet?  These are crucial because, seeing as I don't have to do laundry more than once a month now, when I do it, it looks a little bit like the following:

Oops.  I'm a little ridiculous.  But you knew that already.

Oh yeah, and here's the rest of it.  I'm just trying to be completely honest here.

But that's not all.  Because the real problem with this situation is that...

My drawers are not empty.  In fact, they are quite full.  This is not including the laundry that I did today.

Ditto with my closet.  Listen, I don't like to get to rid of things.  I'm a lover, not a hater.

And what, might you ask, is at the top of my Christmas list this year?  What could I possibly need more than what is in my closet right now?

Answer: socks.  Reason?  Because the only reason why I can't go more than a month without doing laundry is because I run out of socks.

Oh dear.

Don't judge me,

Saturday, November 13, 2010

iChat on a Friday Night

Last night Jay and I iChatted.  He was being mature and responsible and watching Aiden.  I was being mature and responsible and waiting to host a little gathering of friends.  This entry is to show you just how mature and responsible we both are.


Jay's shirt says "Boob."  I would like to alert you to that.

Someone keep me off of iChat when there's alcohol involved,

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

This is My Life

I don't have much to say about my life right now except for that I have an accounting test today and I am very tired and I am THIS CLOSE to walking out of my graphic design class because of exhaustion and lack of creativity.  But mostly, I have this to say:

I'm so glad that my friends understand me.


Sunday, November 7, 2010

New Apartmentmate

We're getting a goat.  This is happening.


Thursday, November 4, 2010

Procrastination Station

Right now I am supposed to be writing my Peace, Justice, and the Media paper, but it's 6pm and my class isn't until 2:30pm tomorrow, so my procrastination hasn't kicked in yet.  The fact that I already have an A in the class isn't helping either.  Neither is the fact that I rediscovered Pandora radio and I just came up with a really, exceptionally great station (it's the "The Bird and the Bee Station."  Listen to it, you'll thank me).  Or that my advertisement for my paper had a "hide yo' kids" parody in it, as detailed yesterday, so now it's stuck in my head.  Or that Amy sent me a Facebook message saying that I should start looking for apartments for when she graduates her program in one and a half years so I've been on Craigslist because it's fun.

Or that I have a blog.

But I WOULD like to say that actually, I've done quite a bit of work on this paper for having been sitting here for only an hour.  I have an outline and a page and a half of notes.  Look, see??:

And as I said, it's only 6pm.  Andrea will scoff at me if she reads this, as she does any time I tell her that I have a paper due soon, because she's the master of writing excellent papers at the last minute, when it counts the most.

Oh yeah, the point of this, besides to procrastinate and talk about THE REALLY BAD PAPER CUT I got today (It was from a folder and it was terribly painful and now I have a Band-aid on my right middle finger and I'm really glad I packed that bag of stuff for work the other day).  Apparently, Facebook thinks I'm a thirty-year old woman.  See evidence below:

My current Facebook sidebar advertisements:

Facebook, what in my browsing history has made you think that I have a child???  I'm pretty sure that I was Googling venues for my 21st birthday (WHICH IS ONE MONTH FROM TODAY) on my lunch break, and I was just watching the "hide yo' kids" video.  Nothing, I repeat, nothing about me screams "BABY!"  So stop it.

In addition, I do not need any interior decorating because I do not own a home.  I do not own a home because I am not even twenty-one years old yet and am not allowed to own a bottle of vodka, much less a home.  Stop pressuring me, Facebook.

Gifts for your boyfriend??  First of all, way to rub it in, Facebook.  The only online gift shopping I'm doing these days is for me, Facebook.  Second of all, you already suggested that I have a child.  You don't think I'm able to seal the deal and put a ring on it EVEN IF I HAVE A CHILD???  I'm offended, I really am.

And finally, thank you for recognizing that women are not all stay-at-home moms.  But really?  Nursing career?  How stereotypical can you be??  Yes, yes, I know that nursing school is actually incredibly difficult, but come on.  Women.  Nursing.  Stereotypes abound.

Mark Zuckerberg.  Breakin' my heart.

Eduardo was better looking in the movie, anyways.

Love and procrastination,

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Late on the Uptake

Okay, so I know it's a day after the midterm elections, but because of this political ad assignment I have due on Friday, I've been catching up on everything I didn't vote on.  I wouldn't have voted for Linda McMahon anyways, so I'm fine with it.  Although she did come to the Four Town Fair.  It was super annoying.

Anyways, I knew about all the "Christine O'Donnell is a witch" blah blah from the Delaware election, but I did NOT know about this counter-ad from the O'Donnell camp.  Seriously?  You're going to parody Hide Yo' Kids?  Is that what you think will make you win the Delaware election?

Well, clearly it didn't work.  What a surprise.

See for yourself:

Uhm, yeah.  Right.

I think I just wrote my paper because that's really all that needs to be said.

Not a political science major,

Tuesday, November 2, 2010


I start work tomorrow.  This is my bag of essentials.

Hand lotion: I learned quickly in the admissions office that when working with lots and lots of paper, you need hand lotion approximately every five seconds.

Seven thousand Band-aids: Even gallons of hand lotion won't save you from paper cuts.

Neo-to-go: See above.  Also, I found it from when my mom bought it for me for Europe and was like "man, I should bring that."

Chapstick: The weather has dropped to about 5 degrees and I need it all the time.  Also, it tastes like strawberry.  Also, it's shaped like a candle.

Sidenote: This morning I discovered that I had a candle shaped chapstick that was vanilla cupcake flavored and I was like zomg how is this possible?  So I grabbed it and brought it to class with me and now I can't find it.  Every time I find something awesome, I misplace it.  Such is my life.

"Chocolates from around the world" chocolate: You just never know when you're going to have one of those days.  Also, my mom got me a Costco jar, so I basically have an endless supply.

Bright red/orange nails: Because I had to watch the Sister Wives special on TLC before we could watch the season five finale of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and I can never just do one thing.  Also to mess up all of the applications I touch tomorrow.

Now I must add in the last ingredient...

Sleep.  I can never get enough.  No, seriously.  Eight hours is really not enough for me.

10am alarm... I will miss you.

Love and sleep deprived,

Monday, November 1, 2010


Is it just me, or does this...

...equal this?  (It's from the Amazing Race)

You be the judge.

I would also like to note that according to Miranda, I am a little punchy today, and I am saving you from that.

You're welcome.

A skotche bit of love,