Category: A Day in the Life

Zoe Turns 5 // 5 Facts About My Chi-Poo


This little fuzzy monster is five years old today! (This post is from 2015)

We got Zoe from my mom after she rescued a dog who turned out to be pregnant. She had three puppies: Panda, Missy, and Zoe.

When they were about a month old, I went over to my mom’s house and picked out Zoe. I knew they were keeping Panda (the brown and white one), so it was between Missy and Zoe. I walked up to the crate, and Zoe walked right up to me. “I WANT THIS ONE.”


Her mom was a white toy poodle, but she is clearly not. The vet thinks she is a chi-poo: a cross between a toy poodle and chihuahua.


She is quirky, fiesty, and basically the best dog ever. Don’t tell Moogie.


In celebration of her birthday, here are five facts about Zoe, my chi-poo:

1. She hates Christmas. I think the Grinch had a dog and it was Zoe’s great-great-great-great-grandmother.


2. She is a toy stealer. Moogie (our chihuahua) tries to play toys with her, but her game is to take all the toys and bring them to her shrine, which she guards with her life.


3. She is deathly afraid of the park. THE PARK. Here she is clinging to me for dear life.



4. She is part gremlin. Or just really not photogenic.


5. She is a super cute scary monster. This is my all-time favorite picture of Zoe. This girl!




To answer the question you didn’t ask me: yes, that is the best title I can come up with. This is actually a post that has been sitting in my drafts folder since January when I got back from dogsitting at my mom’s. But I’m lazy and it has taken me a solid 3 months to get around to it.

I’m lazy, so when I was looking for something to make for breakfast while staying at my mom’s and found this little gem under her stove, I knew I had to try it out. I can’t find the actual brand I used, but this one is similar.

Truth time: I have never actually made an edible omelet. I don’t really get how you keep it from turning into scrambled eggs or sticking to the pan. Not really a fan of the kitchen, nor should I be allowed to make anything complicated. But I was curious, and will now be buying one for myself so I can pretend I have skills.

Shit that intro was long. Okay, here we go!


Get all your omelette-y things together. My palate is extremely boring and plain, so all I wanted was cheese, but you can pick vegetables and meat if you’re super fancy.


Use the egg head clicky thing to open the pan and grease it. It is nonstick but I didn’t want it sticking, so I fattened it up. You can use spray or nothing if you’re feeling adventurous.


Crack, whisk and add your eggs. I’m lazy and didn’t feel like whisking in a separate bowl, so I did it right in the pan.


Add your toppings. Again, I just put cheese in mine.


Clock and lock the egg head and place it on the stove. The directions that came with the pan say to leave it for 3 minutes on on each side. I did this exactly.

After 3 minutes, flip it over and cook an additional 3 minutes.


Remove the pan, open it and voila! Perfect omelette!


The pan actually says you can fit 3-4 eggs in there, but I don’t recommend it. I only used 2 large eggs and I can’t see how any more would fit in there, especially if you add vegetables or meat.

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How to Decorate a Christmas Tree

This is from Christmas 2014-ish.



My mom wins Christmas. Not only does she have the best decorations, but she always goes overboard all out. She has not one, not two, not three, but four Christmas trees this year. For the past few years, she has asked her daughters to help her decorate a tree. I have had the blue & white tree for a couple years in a row. It’s the best one. She would say her Victorian tree is, but clearly my tree is flawless. (Just kidding, Mom)

If you think decorating a tree involves putting ornaments on it wherever you feel like, you don’t understand how it works. I’m a lazy decorator (obviously) and would love nothing more than to throw them on and shout, “Done!” But with mom, Christmas is serious business. So here is the laziest possible way to decorate trees that look like they took longer than 10 minutes.

Procrastinate by looking at other decorations first. This helps you get into the Christmas spirit.


Spend a minute or two admiring your new Christmas socks. Great choice, Jenn. Your feet look amazing.


Fight with the hooks to try to unravel them. Throw them down in disgust. Don’t take a picture of that part.


Take ornaments out of the bins one-by-one, making sure to organize them. If you just start grabbing from the box at random, your tree will look terrible.



Choose your biggest and longest ornaments first. Forget to take pictures of the biggest ornaments, and go to the icicles next.


Find any empty space you can to stand. Admire socks again.


Hang just as many ornaments in the back of the tree, as the front. Otherwise you will have a tree tipping situation on your hands, and nobody wants to deal with that. Take a picture sideways and forget to rotate it so it makes no sense.


Always use all of one type of ornament first, then go to the next. This keeps the placement more versatile, and keeps your mom from correcting your many mistakes in disgust. There is nothing worse than two of the exact same decorations next to each other. Tacky.



Fill in the empty spaces with your balls and smaller ornaments. Make sure you don’t take pictures of that part so this entire tutorial is pointless.



Just kidding, your sister left early so you have to return to finish hers.


Organize her ornaments since she clearly ignored rule # 4.


Shout “DONE!”


Dogsitting Adventures – Day 3


Dogsitting is over and now we reflect on day 3. I got a ton of pictures, so get ready for the craziest day yet.

First I woke up and worked. And forgot to take a picture.

Then, the dogs ran outside and were all playful and cute. And I forgot to take a picture.

I forgot to take a picture when they were laying on the couch being adorable as shit.

But then we went out to the sunroom and I remembered.. oh, my camera. Tula posed for me.


Panda could care less, since it was treat time.


Buddy was neutral about the whole thing and Missy was there, but guess what? I forgot to take a picture.

Now that I am back home, we can look back on my dogsitting adventures (day one | day two) and see how many lessons I learned.

1. My resolution of taking more pictures is clearly going very well.

2. I’m great at documenting the most exciting parts of my day.

3. I do almost nothing.


I Have to Google How to Make Hardboiled Eggs


I wish I were joking.

Every time I have the urge to make hard-boiled eggs, I Google how to do it. It’s not because I’m so terrible in the kitchen, I can’t boil water (this is up for debate), but because there are so many ways to do it, I get confused about which way works best for me.

The first time I ever made hard-boiled eggs, they came out soft-boiled. And while this is fine, it’s not when you’re at work and attempting to crack open a hard-boiled egg, only to have thick yolk spill in your lap.

The next time, I didn’t want to make the same mistake, but I completely over-cooked them and my house smelled like egg for a week.

So I Google it. Did you know there are dozens of ways to make hard-boiled eggs? First of all – maybe baking them works for you, but it was a major kitch-astrophe for me.

Some people add salt to the water, some people don’t. Some people time them perfectly, others just let them boil for a while. Some leave them in the water after the 10 minutes, while others rinse them right away.

The stupidest way is brought to you by my sister, who would hate that I am telling you this. She boils the water first, then puts the eggs in there and boils them for like an hour. I don’t understand. 

As I’m writing this, I honestly have no idea which way is best, or how I did it the last time. I *think* I covered the eggs in water, boiled them for 10 minutes, then turned the water off and let them sit in there for a while. Does that sound right?

So yes, I Google how to make hard-boiled eggs. Every. Time.


Dogsitting Adventures – Day 2


.. and the laying around continues. Day 2 of dogsitting was good. I acted like an adult by making a real breakfast and going outside. WHAT. I know, crazy.

I woke up and made a real breakfast. Like in a pan. I was going to make scrambled eggs, but then I found this omelette egg flipper thingy in my mom’s cupboard, so I decided to try it out. I will now be stealing it for myself.


Look how good and not runny that omelette looks? Also, I ate fruit. Not the kind from a can.


Then I brought Zoe back home midday while running some errands, and Buddy thanked me immensely. She has a thing for him and refuses to take the hint that he just barely puts up with her. I came back to this excited face when I returned without her.


These little monsters then proceeded to force me into going outside. So I brought my work out there.


I procrastinated for a solid 20 minutes taking pictures of random plants.


Then I did actual work.


Buddy kept coming over and sitting by me, looking at my computer. Making sure I stay motivated.


Tula isn’t as motivating.


Neither is Panda.


Missy was nowhere to be found, while Panda and Tula played a fun game of, “Hi. What are you doing? Play? Get up. Let me up. Pick me up. Hi. Hello. Hi. Jenn. Jenn. Jenn. Hi. What are you doing?”


Nap time!


JENN. Look. Look at us.


We’re tired. Stop working.


That about sums up day 2. It was exhausting. I need a nap.