Something to be Proud Of

I’ve never considered myself to be domestic. Yes, I like food and a clean home, but that doesn’t mean I’m good at either. I’m sure it’s 95 percent that I’m a newlywed, but I’ve really surprised myself at my abilities. Our home has remained clean, and we’ve only missed making the bed ONE time. And I’ve made some pretty mean dinners! It’s funny because I actually told Josh that him telling me I’m pretty and affirming my physical beauty is nice and all, but the thing I’m most insecure about is my cooking. It’s like I know I can follow directions, but for some reason I’m never completely satisfied with the finished product. But lately, I’ve been right proud! What has lead to this change you might ask?? PINTEREST. Much like cellphones, I do not know how clueless wives like me figured out what to cook without it! Here are two of my favorites so far. (Don’t worry, there is zero chance this will turn into a recipe sharing food blog.)

Banana Sushi

Banana Sushi


1 banana

1 whole wheat tortilla

2 tablespoons of peanut butter (I just guestimated)

1 tablespoon of honey (Once again, I didn’t measure)

1 tablespoon of cinnamon (See the trend? Didn’t measure again.)

A handful of raisons


Spread peanut butter and drizzle honey on the whole wheat tortilla

Place peeled banana at the edge of tortilla and roll it up.

Trip the edges of tortilla.

Drizzle more honey on top and sprinkle cinnamon on top.

Cut the banana into bite size sushi bites, and place a raison on top of each piece.

Hashbrown Chicken Casserole

Hashbrown Chicken Casserole


3 cups frozen shredded hash browns

1 small can of fried onions (Psshh.. I just threw some on!)

cheddar cheese  (We love cheese in the Bierman house)

4-6 (depending on size) cooked chicken breasts, shredded (I used 3 and it was PLENTY!)

1 can 98% fat-free condensed cream of chicken soup

3/4 cup skim milk

1 can low sodium corn

1/2 to 3/4 cup frozen sweet peas

salt to taste (I used Lawry’s seasoning)


Preheat your oven to 375 degrees.

Liberally grease (I use pan spray) a 9×13 baking dish and spread the hash browns in it. Then add the onions and toss.

Spread about two handfuls of shredded cheddar cheese on top of the onion/hash brown mix. More if you like!

Spread the chicken on top of the cheese and sprinkle with seasoning. I used Lawry’s, but Cavender’s, Montreal Chicken, or even just salt and pepper would be fine.

Combine soup, milk, corn, and peas then pour that mixture over the top of your 9×13 pan and spread it around.

Bake for 30 minutes and then remove from oven. Add another handful of cheese on top and put it back into the oven for 3 minutes, or until the cheese melts. I ran out of cheddar cheese and used mozzarella on top, and it still was great!


Really??? Why???

Seeing this video last night infuriated me. And I woke up this morning with it still on my mind. What dad tries to skateboard on a ramp with his tiny son?? Idiotic. He’s not my child, and I’m not a mother, but I have a deep-rooted feeling of “mama bear” welling up inside of me after watching the video. Just thought I’d share what’s en mi cabeza today!

Weekend Update: Redneck Yacht Club, Feasting, Friends

Our trip began Friday afternoon. First highlight: Cracker Barrel. Where our waitress Jessie (pronounced “Jeussie”) messed up my order and never brought us plates for our biscuits. It was fine though because we had wonderful company, bottles of Cheerwine, and rocking chairs (just like our engagement photos!)


After arriving in Mobile and staying up late chatting with friends and watching Duck Dynasty, we drank lots of coffee Saturday morning. Notice Josh and my mugs read, “Morning Gorgeous” and “Morning Handsome.” Fitting, if you ask me.

After breakfast we headed to the beach to meet up with other friends. Our day consisted of eating Nutter Butters and Cheese-Its, hanging in the ocean, and talking on the beach while soaking up rays. Not a bad Saturday at all! Sunday after church we headed back to Orange Beach to chill at our friends’ condo. They also spoiled the Mr. by letting him drive their boat! Notice that bling on his finger. I liked it, so I put a ring on it.


During our boat ride we decided to “redneck yacht club.” This consisted of anchoring the boat and wading on the sand bar. This led to an awesome time and great conversation. One thing I loved about this trip is that the girls and guys definitely stuck together. I had some of the best, girly conversation, and you know what?! I LOVED every minute of it. I do love pillow talked with Mr. Bierman though! Below are Josh and I after being crowned champions of cornhole at a condo cookout.


All in all this weekend was a major success. We feasted like kings at True Midtown Kitchen, Twist Cupcakes, and the Memorial Day cookout at the condo. We also had some good quality (and quantity!) conversation with some friends I know will turn into “aunts” and “uncles” for our future kiddos. (I say “aunts” and “uncles” because I’m an only child and Josh only has one sibling. Our kiddos need to have more than one uncle! We’ve/I’ve decided that all close friends will be referred to as “aunts” and “uncles.”)


Oh how I wuv my hub!

Parting shot: hubs doing his “model shot” at Mobile Bay. Must say he’s quite the looker and has the fierce eyes woooorkiiiing!


The Mystery of the Thermostat

The infamous thermostat. And my first Instagram photo. Just call me artsy. And follow me- PRBierman.

If you read the side panel of this blog, you see that the Mr and my favorite thing to do is snuggle in blankets. While, yes, this is fun in and of itself, we normally are obligated to because we’re both so dang cold all the time! My feet are permafrost (Sorry, Josh). That being said, it’s pretty important for us to be able to control our room temperature. We both prefer to sleep in the cold, but don’t want to be frigid cold during the day. Since returning from our honeymoon we’ve been the exact opposite. We’ve been huddled together in blankets during the day and burning up, throwing the covers off at night.

I know what you’re thinking, “Paige, why don’t yall just bump up/down the thermostat??” My response, “Do you honestly thing two college graduates haven’t thought of that?” (Cocky, I know) Josh has on several occasions played around with the thermostat, clicking buttons, flipping switches, etc, and nothing has changed. We cannot control our air. It’s like our apartment complex is a communist organization.

Josh even asked me to give it a try since I lived here two years before him. If ANYONE knows ANYTHING about the living situation in this apartment before it became the Biermans’, you know that I NEVER touched the thermostat. Literally, I cannot remember ever touching it. Each bedroom heats and cools differently, and my room was the one that pretty much stayed in the middle of the hot/cold range so I never had a reason to mess with it. However, when Josh asked me to try my hand at making the cold air quit blowing directly on us, I failed. I pressed a couple of buttons and nothing changed. Whoops!

We had just about decided that we were getting Punk’d when Wednesday night happened. We were lying in bed attempting to go to sleep when Josh frustratingly threw the covers off. He finally reached a point where he couldn’t take the heat anymore. I told him to give the thermostat another try, and he was like, ” I’ve attempted to everyday at least five times. It won’t change.”

Suddenly, it hit me. I had changed the thermostat once. When I say once, I’m not exaggerating. I only changed it once. But when I did, I had to hold the button down. To make the temperature rise, I had to hold the up arrow button until the numbers flashed!!! Excited, I told Josh, and he said, “You’ve known that this WHOLE time???” Whoops! I guess I kind’ve had know it this whole time. Needless to say, we conquered the thermostat and now have full control over the temperature of our apartment. Feels great to be in charge! And remember my previous statement about being two college graduates? Well, it took us five days, with a combined 2 bachelor’s and a master’s degrees, to figure out our thermostat.

May 12: Behind the Scenes


May 12 was too big of a day to not blog about. It was, in fact, so big that I will most likely blog about it more than once…or twice… or five times. Today I want to inform you guys on what was going on behind the scenes.

After rehearsal dinner, I tried to go to bed at 11:30 p.m. Next thing I know it’s 1 a.m. and I’m STILL not asleep. I guess I was a little excited or something?? Then, the morning of May 12 I woke up at 6 a.m. I tried and tried and tried to go back to sleep, but it simply wasn’t happening. When I woke up I was alarmed with the chance of rain. The fountain at Fountainview Mansion (where our reception was and where the bridesmaids and I stayed the night before) was right outside my bedroom. When I woke up I heard the fountain and immediately started freaking out because I thought it was raining. It took a minute or two to realize it was only the fountain, but that dang thing fooled me several times that morning. Little did I know the fear of rain would soon become real.

I went into my mom’s room and found her looking at the weather forecast. That day the chance of rain was 40% from 2 p.m. until 7 p.m. and then went to 50% until 9 p.m. Since our ENTIRE reception was based outdoors, this freaked us a bit. We called the National Weather Service, googled every major weather network, but came up with no clear direction on what to do. I was beginning to panic when Mrs. Jan (my mom’s bff, my second mom, and hair teasing extraordinaire) said, “Well, Paige, the whole reason for today is marriage and fellowship. And the way I see it, rain or shine, we’re going to get married and fellowship.” I repeated that to myself over and over and over. May 12 was more than an event. It was the celebration of our MARRIAGE. Rain can’t take that away. I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t think/worry/agonize over the weather for the next couple of hours because I did have my moments of near breakdown, but all-in-all I was pretty chill.

As you can see, we really were super chill. This wasn’t posed. We literally decided to sit in the floor of the dressing room. As for the photo on the left, I was probably checking the weather. {}

Getting ready was a blast! Although it took me 5 tries to get my hair completely dry, it all turned out exactly how I pictured. Mrs. Jan did my hair, which I LOVED, and my friend Ginny did my makeup. This wasn’t a new thing for either of them since Mrs. Jan has done my hair for almost forever, and Ginny has been my go-to for makeup since sophomore year. What was so odd though was the feeling I got when it was really time to put on my dress. I couldn’t stop smiling and butterflies were going crazy throughout my tummy. I had put this dress on several times for dress fittings, but getting to put it on and actually keep it on was SO exciting. I couldn’t stop smiling and twirling and looking at myself in the mirror.

That goofy grin on the right was plastered on my face all day. I felt like a little girl in her Easter dress time a zillion.

More updates to come on our wedding day, but I just wanted you to prep with me! This day was so fun and so encouraging. I am so so thankful that God not only richly blessed me with a stellar partner, but also provided us with the best families, hilariously awesome friends, and an uplifting support system. Alex City  rocked out at the Robinson/Bierman wedding!


Josh and I have had several funny conversations/occurrences in the last 10 days. Let me share a few:

Number 1:

After our wedding, Josh and I drove to Atlanta to stay in a hotel there because the next day we were flying out to Cancun. Well, we were getting ready for bed, and I glanced into Josh’s bag seeing his passport. Suddenly it clicked in my brain that I had FORGOTTEN my passport. I instantly just fell to the ground in panic. Josh, of course concerned, was asking me, “What’s wrong? What’s wrong? Paige, talk to me!” I was somehow able to mutter out that I had forgotten my passport between my attempts to keep from sobbing. So I am crumbled on the floor, panicking. Josh is sitting on the side of the bed, so concerned for me and trying to console me,  but all the while eating chocolate covered strawberries. It went like this:

J: Paige, it’s going to be fine. We’ll figure it out.

{takes bite of strawberry}

P: {still on the floor panicking}

J: You want a chocolate covered strawberry? They sure are good!

P: No, thanks.

J: Ok, well what do you want to do? Are you sure you don’t want one? They really are sooo good.

This continued. I said no. We figured out that my roommate and her fiance were coming to the Atlanta Airport the next day, called them, and problem solved. The next morning after getting a call from the front desk saying that the passport was here, Josh got up and asked me if I wanted a chocolate covered strawberry now. Nooooooo!!!

Number 2:

Before going to dinner our first night at the resort, this is how our conversation went:

J: Hey Paige, remember that time you forgot your passport??

P: Uhh…. Yes, Josh.

J: Good. I want you to keep that in mind for the next couple of minutes, ok?

P: Ooook????

J: I forgot my dress shoes. All I have is Chacos.

So, yes. Every night, in these restaurants with dress codes, Josh wore nice button-down shirts, khakis or blue dress pants, annnnd Chacos.

Number 3:

Our waiter on our first night at the resort, kept calling Josh “my lord” whenever he addressed him. It was like:

J: Yes, can I get the lobster?

Waiter: Great choice, my lord.

We’ve since been referring to one another as “my lord.”

Number 4:

Two nights ago this is how it went:

P: Josh, you’re my best friend.

J: You’re my best friend. I love you more than cheesecake.

P: Whoooaa! This is a big deal. It’s almost as big as that time you told me I competed for your affections as much as Justin.

J: Ok. Don’t get too crazy here.

Number 5:

It’s well know that Josh and I love Big Bang Theory. If you’ve never seen it, it’s incredibly funny, nerdy, and easy to watch. Last night one of the episodes had two roommates talking about their roommate agreement. In it, they decided that they weren’t allowed to shoot each other if one is bitten by a zombie. Later that night the Biermans went on a walk when Josh brings up this conversation:

J: You know if I’m ever bitten by a zombie you need to shoot me?

P: Ok. I will.

J: We can say our goodbyes, but you don’t have to wait until I turn. Unless there’s a cure, but there’s never a cure. So kill me, bind me up, and burn my body.

P: Ok, Josh. We’ve been having some weird conversations lately.

The Cheesecake Dilemma

After quite an extended vacation from blogging, I’m back!!! Please forgive me for my absence. You see, I WAS GETTING MARRIED! Yes, the countdown is over, and I’m officially a Bierman. Never been better. I, without a doubt, plan on giving a rundown on the events/emotions involved in the events of May 12. However, I really just don’t have time today. Today, I want to share a nice little story about my new HUSBAND (I’m still not over that.)

For those of you who don’t know, Mr.Bierman LOVES cheesecake. I’m talking LOVES cheesecake. It doesn’t matter what it looks like, what flavor it is, what shape it is. He loves it all. That being said, when it came time for him to choose a grooms cake he would have nothing besides cheesecake. So, we set out to Montgomery and found it for him. At the wedding, he had a jumbo New York style cheesecake with 4 other smaller ones including the following flavors: chocolate, strawberry, Andes mint, and Reese’s cup. I definitely think he was pretty pumped to marry me, but I was in competition with the cheesecake as number one exciting thing on May 12.

The first slice of cheesecake taken with my bouquet.

This is what happened. After our dance and my dance with my dad, Josh and I were making our way to cut the cakes. We cut mine (which is D-to-the-Liscious strawberry cake), and then went into the other room to cut Josh’s. When we got there, we saw that the cake table was clear and all that was left was a few crust crumbs and small amount of spilt cheesecake on the surface of the table. Seeing that my handsome groom could’ve easily cried, I took my finger and wiped the left over cheesecake up and that was our “cutting the cake.” Apparently the cheesecake was such a hit, it was ALL eaten before we even made it to the reception! Great compliment, I guess, but Mr. Bierman was on the verge of a breakdown.

All throughout the honeymoon whenever cheesecake was brought up, Josh instantly lost the wind in his sails. It really hurt my heart because I knew he was SOOOO excited about indulging in cheesecake at the wedding. We tried every bit of cheesecake the resort had to offer, but it just wasn’t the same.

Here’s where the story gets good. When we arrived back into the States, my mom texted me saying she left us some fruit and Josh a surprise in the refrigerator. I pried a bit and discovered that she had gotten cheesecake for him! Friday after the wedding she had driven to Montgomery to Liger’s Bakery to return the cake stand. They asked how the wedding/ cake was, and she told them the story about Josh’s cheesecake. Luckily, the owner was there and had a cheesecake in the oven. He told my mom that if she could wait around for a little while he would give her the cheesecake for FREE!!!

So, when Josh and I got home I got him to look in the refrigerator. When he saw the cake box, I could see that a little bit of hope was ignited. Then I took it out of the box, and it was like a kid on Christmas. He was so pumped and we, of course, ate slices right then. Since then, we’ve put chocolate syrup on top (chocolate cheesecake) and crumbled up Andes mints with chocolate sauce. I am so thankful for the kindness of Ligers and my sweet mom for bringing this to Josh. I fully realize it’s a little silly that cheesecake is being made such a big deal, but isn’t it really the small things in life??