Dear WordPress

Dear WordPress,

I’m sorry I haven’t been spending much time on you lately…

I mean, it’s been a long while.

And even when I do post, it’s not until after neglecting you for months upon months.

It’s not that I don’t enjoy using you anymore, it’s just that…

There’s other blogging sites.

Okay, maybe it’s only one other blogging site.

But it’s just so fun! (Curse you, Tumblr, for being perfect!)

Anyways, I’ve made sure that you’re not just wasting away.

I mean, that Starbucks Bottled Frappuccino recipe has been keeping lots of traffic coming your way for months.

But yeah, I understand if you’re mad.

And I know I’ve said it before, but I really do plan on posting more.

Just know that no matter how much or how little I post, I still care.

I just care about Tumblr slightly more…






Tomato Basil Bisque

Oh my gosh, guys! I haven’t blogged in months!

I got caught up in so many different things, I just forgot about it.

But now that I’m back, let me introduce you to one of my favorite winter recipes of all times…


Tomato Basil Bisque


  • I can (10.5 oz) tomato soup
  • Milk (about half a cup)
  • 1 oz cream cheese
  • Dash of basil


  1. Heat stove to medium-high. In a medium-sized pot, soften cream cheese over the stove.
  2. Before the cream cheese is melted, pour in can of soup. Fill the empty can about halfway with milk and add to the pot.
  3. Stir mixture until fully combined. The cream cheese should be left in small chunks throughout the soup.
  4. Remove from heat and add basil (and any other spices you like) to taste.

That’s it. Super quick, easy, and only 4 ingredients! Not to mention, it’s delicious and incredibly creamy. It’s definitely a recipe to remember!

Also, I plan on getting back into blogging. It may not become a regular thing right away, but eventually I plan for it to be.

Wishing you a wonderful, warm winter!



Birthday Stuff

Yesterday was a very important day.

Why, you might ask?

Oh you know, it was just… MY SIXTEENTH BIRTHDAY!

It was pretty sweet, I’m not even going to lie.

But as I went to dance class yesterday, it got me thinking.

It reminded me that I’ve had dance on my birthday in the past.

In fact, the more I thought about it, I’d had dance on my birthday for the past 3 years in a row.



Pretty cool stuff, huh?

I thought it was. Plus I got sang to twice at my dance studio.

It was an awesome, awesome day…



Flash Fiction

My homework load has been insane here lately, and I haven’t had much time for fun things.

So since I haven’t had time for fun things, I haven’t had much to blog about.

But today I have something REALLY fun…

It’s my homework!!

Ha. Not what you expected, huh?

Well, when one is in a creative writing class, one actually does have fun homework, right?

The assignment today was to write “flash fiction”, or a story with exactly 100 words.

A hundred words isn’t very much, especially for someone who loves going into detail. But I did the best that I could, and this is what I came up with…


Yesterday started so typically; I was walking through the bustling streets of Manhattan to the subway like I did on most Saturdays. Everything looked normal, but something didn’t feel right. I felt like I was being followed.

Living in New York for eleven years has desensitized me to things that most people would consider weird; strangers have followed me home many times. Heck, I’ve been proposed to by someone I’d never met before. But when a stranger follows me into a dark alley and holds me at gunpoint until I hiccup for them, I start to get a little perturbed…


So there ya go.

A few New York stereotypes, a few hiccups, and a little bit of madness… all fit into 100 words.

My flash fiction at its finest.



My Ballet Dance

I’ve been in dance class ever since I was 4.

This past year, I did a ballet duet with my extremely talented friend, Charity.

This dance is one of my favorite dances ever. It makes me feel like all those years of hard work paid off.

The song is Dream by Drehz. The dance is about the 6th day of creation, when God created man.

Just watch it.



Cinnamon Cheesecake Roll Ups

Yesterday marked the first day of September.

Wait, can that be right? September already?!

That means my birthday’s coming up really really soon… And so is fall.

So since I had no school today (woohoo Labor Day!!) I decided to make a nice little breakfast using one of my favorite fall flavors: cinnamon.

And when you put cinnamon with cheesecake, it gets even better.

It’s quite simple; I’ll show you.

Just roll the bread-


Then spread on the cream cheese-


Dip in cinnamon sugar, bake, and ta-da!


Perfect with the morning Cup ‘O Joe…

Cinnamon Cheesecake Roll Ups
adapted from Fashionably Foodie


  • 8 slices white bread
  • 2 1/2 to 3 oz cream cheese, softened
  • 1/2 cup confectioners sugar
  • 1/2 cup sugar
  • 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
  • 3 Tbsp butter, melted


  1. Remove crust from bread slices. Flatten bread out with a rolling pin.
  2. In a food processor, combine cream cheese and confectioners sugar. Make sure to scrape the sides.
  3. In a small bowl, combine sugar and cinnamon; set aside.
  4. Spread cream cheese mixture on each slice of bread fairly thickly. Roll up bread jelly-roll style. Be sure and roll them tightly so they don’t come apart in the oven!
  5. Dip in melted butter, then coat in cinnamon sugar.
  6. Place on lightly greased cooking sheet and bake at 350 for 9-12 minutes.

Serve hot, warm, or even cold. They’re yummy any which way!



Mother’s Day in August

My mom’s had a pretty rough week, so I decided to treat her to a homemade lunch.

All the things she loves- hummus, spinach, roasted red peppers, grilled chicken, and provolone cheese- on sourdough bread.


I served it to her with crackers and cheddar bacon dip.

And a frappuccino on the side.

I also had my own. It was kind of friggin amazing (not to mention healthy).

After the lovely lunch, I gave her a manicure.

Then she took some time to rest and relax.

It was like Mother’s Day… in August.

I’ll have to do things like this for her more often.



Marching Band (Why I Do What I Do)

So there’s this thing called marching band.

And, oh you know, it’s just kind of what I live for.

It’s not exactly the easiest thing in the world, though.

There’s early morning rehearsals. There’s outside rehearsals during the mid-day heat. Often I go to my next classes sweaty and messy.

Oh, and… there’s going to rehearsals at the same time as usual when the whole rest of the school gets to sleep in because it’s a late-start day.

Also, there’s marching all the way to the elementary school on that same morning, keeping in mind that everyone else is sleeping in, to play some songs for the kids.

It’s like I always say, You can’t spell “dedication” without the awkward misspelling of the word “dead”.

So yeah, marching band is hard work.

And what makes it all the more fun?

The fact that I decided to wear pajama pants to rehearsal, thinking that the band director would give us time to change out of our rehearsal clothes before going to the elementary.

I thought wrong.


Now, the band isn’t always the most highly-recognized school organization. And I’m certainly not one of the most highly-recognized musicians in band.

But some things, no matter what crazy form they come in, remind me why I do what I do.

So today, as I stood in front of row after row of little 5th graders, surrounded by the rest of my band family, thinking about coffee and/or sleep, dressed in pajama pants, drenched in sweat, I was reminded why I love being in band.

Lots of freshman asked me if I was embarrassed for wearing pajamas. Many people looked at me funny when I used my deepest voice to do the cheers to the drum cadences.  No one asked out loud, but I’m sure some silently wondered why I was dancing so enthusiastically to the songs and cadences.

But that was the high schoolers. They weren’t the reason I was at the elementary school so early in the morning. The elementary kiddos, the little fifth graders, they were the reason for my awkward craziness.

Seeing the kids get into the cadence cheer, and clapping along to the school fight song, and singing along to Go Big Blue… it made all the hard work put into learning those things, and even learning how to play the flute from the very beginning, completely and totally worth it.


Sometimes it’s Friday night football games, other times it’s district contest; yet often times it’s the strangest things that I keep in mind to motivate me to keep my head up, reset, and try it one more time.

Also, sometimes my motivation is fear of being forced to run laps or having objects thrown at me or… you get the point 😉

Now I must go and get some sleep, I have band practice tomorrow…



Copycat Starbucks (Bottled) Frappuccino

So school started a week and a half ago for me.

While that might not be the worst thing in the world, it’s also not the greatest. Mostly because I am not a morning person and school means waking up early…

But waking up early for school isn’t that bad when you have to wake up even EARLIER for early morning band practice.

Every day at 7am, I find myself on the school parking lot, flute in hand, practicing marching. You can imagine how incredibly happy that makes me…

So because of my lack of enthusiasm for mornings, I drink coffee. Funny, I used to HATE the stuff less than a year ago…

But now I’m addicted. Only trouble is, some most mornings I don’t have time to make coffee. I needed something that was more grab-and-go.

And being the Starbucks addict that I am, I think I found just the thing…


Copycat Starbucks Frappuccino
adapted ever-so slightly from Another Teen Mom


  • 1 1/2 cups brewed coffee (any flavor you like)
  • 6 cups milk (2%, whatever%, almond milk… whatever you want)
  • 1/3-1/2 cup sugar, depending on how sweet you want it
  • 5 tsp unsweetened cocoa powder


  1. Pour your coffee into the container you wish to store it in. Add sugar and cocoa (if your cocoa is clumpy, SIFT IT!) and stir.
  2. Add the milk and stir until well-blended. Refrigerate before serving.

ImageThat’s it! Super easy, and I can take it with me.

Oh, and it’s kind of delicious.

Maybe mornings aren’t so bad…