Tamara was in town last weekend from Houston and it was SO good to have her back in Dallas (hint hint...move here...thanks).  We met at Village Kitchen for dinner before "going out".  I recommended Village Kitchen based on my last experience there, however, they changed things.  They took the lobster mac and cheese off the menu.  This is fine I guess, however, they have a lobster roll on the menu and a side of mac and cheese on the menu.  HEAVEN FORBID YOU PUT THE TWO TOGETHER.  Tamara asked if this was possible and we got a big fat "no".

I ordered said lobster roll (which was still legit) however, they changed their french fries.  They went from amazing little sticks of wonder to like...normal...wom wom. They did however redeem themselves with the side of brussel sprouts we ordered.  I may return and just get like 3 sides of those and call it a day. 

The only picture I snapped was of my last minute dessert order of "Croissant Donuts" or Village Kitchen's take on the "cronut" without being sued. I mean it definitely was NOT gross, however, I imagine the real deal in NY would just sit on this one and suffocate it.  

After dinner we got CRAZY/had A drink.. We met up with Tam's sister (shout out) and some other friends at The Nodding Donkey.  

Such a fun night!  I suppose it is now my turn to venture out to the capital of terrible hair and humidity, Houston.  Yay?


Last weekend I attended a couple's shower for Maegan and Collin.  The weather was perfection-slightly overcast, cool temps, and no rain. 

The mojitos were magical and I had to cut myself off/let the other guests have a chance to get one.  The craw-fish on the other hand...TERRIFIED ME.   I have had it in dishes at restaurants ok but like seeing them squirm...then go into the pot...then like just stop squirming...I can't.  Not to mention the ratio of effort exerted to meat in your mouth is like...WAY too high.  Our friend John was a dear and prepared a few for Kennedy and myself but needless to say, I popped in line at good ole Taco Bell on the way home. 

This wedding will be here before we know it!  I am so excited for the big day in April! 


A while back, a few of girls had the idea to start a service project if you will, quarterly for our group of friends.  Sara took the reigns planning our first one that happened to fall this past Saturday.  We each were to bring food supplies including but not limited to a lot of bologna in order to assemble lunches for the hungry around Dallas. 

We met at Sara's bright and early, loaded up our trunk full of groceries, and headed out to Coppell...YES ok.  If you are not from Dallas, let me include a note here that this is like...far. We get to Coppell and pull into the church as indicated on our directional flyer.  I meaaaaaaaan we couldn't even find a parking spot.  "Are you sure we are at the right church?  Are we sure this is correct? Why is this place so crowded?"

A nice gentleman motioned for us to pull up to the front of the church in the fire lane.  We informed him that we were just "going to unload really quickly and then move the car."  Upon walking inside the church (grocery bags in hand), we were welcomed to the Hispanic Women's Conference.  Apparently the date got changed for our food assembly?? No one mentioned it to Sara?? 

Like what the F are we supposed to do with 15 pounds of bologna?

(Diaz fish-tailed me en route)

After laughing so hard we could barely stand it, we decide to do the logical thing and go back to Sara's house to make our own sandwich assembly...and then pass them homeless people...downtown....OBVIOUSLY.

We got about 30 bagged lunches in when Jon (Sara's lawyer husband) informs us that you kind of need like a city ordinance to pass out food...and our plan was like...what some might consider illegal.  #buzzkill (We might have had a liiiiiittle champagne so I can like actually use that phrase).

Desiree swooped in and saved the day by contacting her mother in law who was able to use the unopened food items for a project at her church.  However, we still had 30+ lunches just itching to be into Sara's Mercedes we jump with bologna galore to hit the streets.  

We were on the hunt for those we felt "needed a sammy."  Kayla at one point eliminated someone because they were wearing a belt...apparently a status symbol in her eyes.  

After a few hours, a lot of laughter, and thoughts of consuming the bologna ourselves, we had passed out all lunches and avoided arrest by local authorities. We rewarded ourselves by going through the Burger Street drive through and getting a sack lunch of our own.

Instead of switching up the area of our service, we decided we might stick with bologna, organize a JumpStart to make money toward the purchase of a van (so we can deliver together of course), and go by the name Bologna Bitches. After asking many to spell bologna, we received the best response of "b-o-u--l-o-u-g-n-e" (I won't name names), which led us to pronounce it as though it was the cousin of "cologne", thus giving us the tag line of:

"You are not bologne"

Until next quarter...


Last week, I participated in a staff retreat for work.  It was a super windy and dreary day but we made the best of it and had a great time!  I snapped a few pictures of the amazing surroundings and our fat free steak dinner.

I would love to claim that I prepared this on my own, however, I had massive amounts of supervision. 

Until next time!


One thing I have done in our new space, is update knobs on existing furniture to make the pieces seem newISH.  I have had one particular cabinet since I was a junior in college...I will spare you the math but lets just say it's not exactly brand new.  It used to be mint green and then got slapped with white paint when Parnell and I moved in together. I kept the existing "sabby chic" knobs until this week...when I found these gems at Anthropologie.  



I think they give it just the right amount of masculinity I was looking for.  

Here are some other scenes around the new abode:


Last night, I used this recipe to make Shepherd's Pie, which my brother pointed out was unintentionally completely Irish/St Patrick's Day of me. I have made this before and it sits on a rare shelf with like two other recipes that Parnell not only eats but...LIKES. 

If you look at the recipe, you will notice it calls for frozen mashed potatoes.  Y'all...its annoying how stupid good these are.  I throw in a little butter and milk (what??) and call it a day.  TRUST ME.  I also threw a batch of Trader Joe's biscuits in the just happened.


Happy St Patrick's Day to you!  Today is hands down my least favorite holiday.  Valentine's Day gives it a run for it's money but today always wins.  I spent this year avoiding the trashy Dallas scene on Greenville and instead moved (like...not that sad about it???).  We are pretttttty much finished but then again, is your home actually ever complete?  

Through the random rain and cold front we managed to keep our sanity and are quite fond of our new dwellings.  Here are a few peeks into the new place...

Happy Monday?


I have finally recuperated from a combination of Maegan's bachelorette weekend and springing forward...I think.

We started the weekend with her lingerie shower Saturday morning.  Between sips of mimosas Maegan literally shrieked after each gift and proceeded to try them all on.  Maegan is unappreciative said no one ever. 

After some naps (for me...SUE ME), we got dressed and headed to dinner on the property.  After a VERY entertaining dinner and live music session...we had a visit...from a rookie "police officer"...I can't...

Out of all the pictures taken (which was quite a few) these are the only ones that are "blog appropriate".

I can't wait to head back to Horseshoe Bay for the wedding in April!