Friday, March 30, 2012

Sappy Birthday!

Yes, I meant to say sappy birthday. Because I'm about to get sappy in wishing my best friend happy birthday.

Rachel was the girl in our sorority that everyone liked. Yep, 200+ girls and everyone liked Rachel. That's a hard thing to come by.

Sophomore year, she lived 2 doors down from me in the dorm. I ventured into her room one day and ended up staying for a few hours chit chatting and listening to music and dancing and falling off her bed and laughing. And the rest, as they say, is history.

4+ years later and now she's my roommate and best friend.

If you don't know this girl 1. I'm surprised because she seems to know everybody and 2. you're really missing out.

Rach inspires me in so many ways. Her motivation, her faith, her joy. Plus, she lets me borrow her clothes. And isn't that what every girl wants in a best friend?

Happy happy birthday Rachel!

Note to any guys that I may date that meet Rachel: you're totally being front porch tested.

Monday, March 26, 2012

Miscellaneous Monday

Happy Monday! And may the odds be ever in your favor.

[Hunger Games]

The big topic of the weekend. Did you see it? Have you read it? Did you love it?

I loved it. I thought they stayed as close to the book as possible, only leaving out and changing minimal parts. Aside from one thing. If you've read it and have seen it...the cave scene should have lasted longer and there should have been more kisses and more parachutes. Everything else, though...perfection. I actually saw it twice this weekend. First on Saturday with Rachel and her boy. I cried like a baby. I saw it again last night and didn't cry as much. Possibly because I was with a boy and didn't want him to make fun of me. (Possibly = definitely.)

I want to hear what you thought!

[American Idol]

 Are you watching this season? Better be. It's my first season to watch and I'm a little disappointed that I've been missing out. I kinda love it. I won't even mention the things I would do to Phillip Phillips or the school girl crush I have on Colton Dixon and I'll get right into my favorite performer.

If you aren't voting for her, something's wrong with you.

I'm not a fan of country music and I'm not really a fan of most women singers, but I like her. And I'm really not just saying that because her sister is a good friend of mine. It helps though.

[best friend's birthday week]

It's Rachel's birthday week. I'm pumped for Friday's celebration (and cake). I love birthdays. And I love Rachel. 

She has reached 500 followers on her awesome blog {simple.little.joys} so she's planning to host a giveaway this week. Go follow her so you can enter!


This really deserves a post all on its own, so I'll keep it short. I think I'll be skipping the 2012 NFL season. Too many things have already disappointed me. I don't know if I can handle it.

My favorite player left my favorite team for one of my least favorite teams. Peyton's situation sucks. Payton's situation sucks even more. Tebow to the Jets? I actually like Tebow. I HATE the Jets. Maybe he'll bring Jesus to Rex Ryan.

Whatever. As long as the Cowboys lose.

[Remember this guy?]

Go wish him a happy birthday! @ChrisLambton13

[The week ahead]

I have a feeling this is going to be a good week. Make sure you come back Wednesday for a giveaway!!

Friday, March 23, 2012


It's Friday. Time to get a few things off my chest.


I rolled out of bed at 7:42 this morning and got to work at 7:57. I look really pretty.


I always have music playing in my office. (I don't have an office to myself.) Today is one of those days where I don't feel like reaching out to anyone (except for you guys, duh) so I have my headphones in and haven't spoken. So personable.


I wrote this post on Tuesday and have already stopped listening to my own advice.


I wrote this post on Wednesday and when I reread it this morning, I felt like a total douche. I was totally not bragging. Really. Kinda. Whatever.


I didn't go to the midnight showing of the Hunger Games last night. And I'm bummed. I'm not seeing it until Saturday. So don't tell me ANYTHING. 

Happy Friday and all that jazz. Link up here.

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Just the Tip

I can't wait to see my top 10 Google searchwords after this post title.

As you may have noticed from a few of my posts, sometimes I like to go out. My sister often goes with me but rarely drinks. She has this thing against cabs because she doesn't like waiting and so she'd just rather drive. Anyway. Saturday was St. Patrick's Day, if you missed that memo. You're supposed to drink on St. Patty's (I'll never spell it with d's), if you missed that one, too. I convinced her to come out of her comfort zone, hang up the keys, and order a beer (or 6).

The next day, Sister said to me, "I just love how you're so connected." I asked her to explain.

You got to the bar last night. You didn't have to show your ID. One of the bartenders found your credit card on the floor the night before and had kept it safe for you. You never have to tell them the name on your tab because they all know you. You paid for one beer but drank (slightly more than one). When we were ready to leave, you called a cab and it arrived in less than a minute and we only paid half price. You're just so cool.

I may have added that last part. But anyway. My point here's all about the tip! If you tip well, people appreciate you. I've never worked a service type job (I'm too rude blunt impatient something) but I know this to be fact.

So, tip your neighborhood bartenders and your taxi drivers and you'll be set. Also, maybe throw in some light flirting here and there.


Tuesday, March 20, 2012

The Future

As a twenty-something, I'm always thinking about the future. But not too much.

Ask my friends and you'll find...the #1 piece of advice I give on any subject is

take it day by day

There's really no other way to live life, in my opinion.

Now, I'm not saying to sit back and just let the future happen. You still have to do things. If you want something, you have to go for it*. But there's no sense in worrying about how things are going to be in a year...or even in a week. If you do that, you'll miss out on enjoying the things that are happening to you today.

I've been thinking about that a lot lately. Tons of my friends are getting engaged and married. A few are moving away to start new jobs. Their future is changing.

My future is out there. But my now is right here. It's happening. And I'm loving it.

Because, tonight...we are young. So let's set the world on fire. 
Or something like that.


Matthew 6:34

That is all.

Enjoy the day.

*Trust me. Just go for it.

Monday, March 19, 2012

Weekend Update

Happy Monday! How was your weekend? Mine was just lovely!

And by that I mean, it did not include any of the following:

puking in public
getting a ride from a stranger
falling down*
riding home in a police car
giving my number to a creep

*I don't think. I do have a few unexplained bruises.

Our Rebels hosted the Auburn Tigers for our SEC opener this weekend. I went to all three games. We only won on Friday, but the weather in Oxford was it was worth it.

Fun fact: That lovely dress that I was wearing (for the first time) was eaten by Mosby the next day.

Speaking of the weather...after Sunday's game, I look like I actually had a Spring Break.

Unfortunately, I don't have any good stories (like the list above) to share from this weekend. It was, however, one of the best I've had in a while. Possibly because I don't have any good stories (like the list above)!

Happy Monday. Here's to the week ahead!

I'm going to get back into regular posting/reading this week. Promise!

Monday, March 12, 2012

Don't get in cars with strangers.

I'm really surprised I didn't get Hey, kid do you want some candy'd when I was young.

This weekend, like many others, I got in a car with a stranger. I live in a small, southern town. People here are just nice. It's never been a big deal to me to get a ride from a stranger. But this time it was different.

I had to leave the bar to get some fresh air. My friends stayed behind. I told them I'd be on the bench outside and to meet me when they were ready to go. I waited for what seemed like an hour (it was probably 3 minutes) and convinced myself that they forgot me and left without me. So, I reached in my pocket for my phone. It wasn't there. I left my phone and my money inside with my friends.

The only rational thing I could come up with was to walk to the car to see if it was still there. It was. I sat down on the sidewalk by the car and waited for what seemed like another hour (it was probably 5 minutes). Then I realized...they wouldn't be driving home from the bar. They'd take a cab.

So, I got up and started walking back toward the Square to look for them or a cab. I got about halfway and took a spill. We all know I'm clumsy. (Remember?)

A nice, young gentleman (who had both eyebrows pierced, a lip ring, and was wearing JNCO jeans) ran over and helped me up. He asked if I was okay. I informed him that I was not. He told me he could give me a ride home. I asked if he was sober. He said yes. I said "sweet". And he walked me to his car. He opened my door and I got in. His automatic seat belt hit me in the head. 

After he backed out of the parking space, things got scary. He floored it. (If you've been in Oxford -- it took from the parking lot behind Old Venice to Chicken-on-a-Stick for him to get pulled over.) Yes, in like 2 blocks, he was going fast enough to get pulled over.

An officer came to his window. He used the crank to roll it down and the officer asked him if he had been drinking. "Jus two vockas", he said. (If you don't pronounce the 'd' in vodka, I hate you.) After a breathalyzer and a field sobriety test, he was put in the back of the cop car. Another officer came to my window and said, "Is there anything in the car I should know about?"

A mini panic attack ensued and I explained to the officer that "I have absolutely no idea. I got separated from my friends. They have my phone and my debit card. This guy told me he was sober and could give me a ride home."

He then told me to use the guy's phone to call someone to come get me. I could only remember one person's number and I didn't get an answer. I cursed modern technology for allowing us to contact whomever we choose without memorizing any numbers. That got a laugh out of the cop. He told me he could give me a ride home but I'd have to sit in the back. Lovely.

Let me just say, anyone who is bigger than me (and I'm 5'1") has to be extremely uncomfortable in the back of a cop car. I guess that's the point, though.

And my point? Don't get in cars with strangers.

Friday, March 9, 2012

Confession Session

Friday. End of the work week. Time to get a few things off my chest.

I went out with friends last night for a couple beers. That turned into 7 beers, 2 vegas bombs*, and 1 awkward Facebook message. I'm dead today. 

It makes me happy when people that I wouldn't think read my blog (shout out to my sister's boyfriend, B) tell me they do. It also scares me because then I remember that there are real people who read it and not just all you internetz folks. Maybe douche from this post reads it. Hey there, guy. Sorry that "date" didn't work out as you had planned.

I have three mega crushes right now. All on musicians from reality TV. Having crushes on attainable guys is so boring.

I'm not that sad that I'm old and don't get a Spring Break. Because I love girl scout cookies and am not ready for the beach anyway. (I'm going in a month. Eek.)

I have to stop now because this is getting lame because I can't focus.

*Whoever wrote that Urban Dictionary entry is a total douche. I wonder if it was date guy.

Link up.

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

I've been out of the game for a while...

..but has dating really changed that much? As I mentioned here, I haven't been on a date in 2 years. And for nearly 2 years before that, I was in a relationship. Damn. It really has been a while. Whatever, anyway. I haven't been on a first date in upwards of 4 years. I said it.

Now, I haven't been a total recluse. I go to social events (the bar) and I meet guys. I give out my number. (Though I rarely answer/respond to messages.) I hang out with guys. But I haven't been on a date. (Sometimes I do just want to enjoy a glass of wine in the hot tub as opposed to an awkward dinner and small talk about the not-as-good-as-the-trailer movie we just saw.)

And isn't that what a date is supposed to be? Dinner, maybe a movie, small talk, maybe awkward......Not anymore?

A weekend or so ago, I met a guy. It was after being at (read: drinking at) a baseball game all day and the bar all night, so details are a little fuzzy. However, he texted me the next day. I normally wouldn't have responded but (honestly) I was bored. He seemed nice. And after I did a little Facebook stalking, I decided to accept his invitation to get together the next evening.

(Based on his Facebook), he's an engineer in his upper twenties. He wasn't really my type (not everyone can have long hair), but he was cute. What would it hurt to go out with him? At least I'd get free food out of the deal.

But I wouldn't. Because as we talked about plans, I found out that his idea of a date was a movie and drinks. No dinner. But I was still game. I haven't been to the movies in a while and it was a good evening for sitting on the balcony of City Grocery with a beer or two. I could handle that.

But that's not what he had in mind either. Dude wanted to come over to my house, watch a movie on my couch, and drink beer out of my fridge.

I (not so politely) declined.

Please don't tell me that's every guy's idea of a first date?