Sunday, September 30, 2012

Sunday Social - Childhood Edition


This weekend was a bit.....interesting. I've worked the whole thing and I joke about setting up some kind of cot in the back office for me to sleep on. Only 12 days until my Staycation!!!!!
Let's take a break from work and link up for Sunday Social!
1. What do you miss most about being a kid?
Just being awesome! I didn't have a job, I didn't have to worry about bills, and I was able to wake up late on the weekends (which I had off)! I also got to swim, ride horses, gymnastics, ice skating, Tae Kwan Do, sleep away camp....my mom always sent me to the best camps :)

2. Did you have a nickname growing up? What was it?
Yes my full first name hardly gets used. The most used were Brie, Peanut, Jelly Bean, B....my mom liked to call me different foods and she still uses them now and then to this day but it's cool, she's my mom.

3. What was your favorite thing to do at recess?

Oh sweet baby Jesus! I loved playing Pickle where there were two people throwing a tennis ball back and forth between each other. There were a group of kids who had to run from one side to the other and the people with the ball could throw it at one of the runners and if you go hit you were out! Kickball, Tennis Baseball, and War were also popular.

4. What did you want to be when you grew up?
Oh gremlins I wanted to be everything....I went through a Vet, Mechanic, Teacher, Vet, Princess, Mechanic, Carpenter, Therapist, Teacher, Vet, Nurse, Marine Biologist, Teacher.....can you sense a pattern?
I do none of those for a living by the way so shows how smart I was at predicting my future, haha.  

5. What was your favorite toy?

Panda, he was pretty awesome and was my sleeping partner. My mom got me a Panda the Second but he wasn't as awesome. I of course had Barbie and she never wore clothing and hung out with Ken and they used to hug, a lot. I evidently knew Barbie was a slut when I was 7.

I hated baby dolls, freaked me the F out. Not OK! Those things were locked up and hidden.
Damn dolls.

6. What is the funniest thing you did as a kid that your parents still remind you about?

This might be weird but they like to remind me when I was at my Pop Pop's funeral. I was 5 and my cousin Timmy is 2 months other than me and they sat us together. Since I lived with my Pop Pop I knew him really well and my cousin not so much. A family friend was the Priest and during the service I kept telling my cousin little things such as 'That isn't Pop Pop that is just his shell. He is in heaven.' 'Uh oh Pop Pop isn't going to be happy that his shell is getting wet' (talking about when they use holy water) Everyone, including the Priest, were trying very hard not to laugh during the funeral because here I am, this little 5 year old, "quietly" informing my cousin how Pop Pop is dead and what it means.

Now a couple picks of me as a kid :)
 

 Hope you all had an amazing weekend and only 2 away from my 50 follower giveaway!
Til next time lovelies!
XOXOX

Friday, September 28, 2012

How I Accidently Ended Up On a Date with a Married Man

Hope you all are having a great Friday so far! I'm still recovering from a horrible evening.....
Wednesday I received a phone call from this gentleman asking for someone from the hotel to come out and try a new menu at this restaurant in town. They were trying to get word out and thought that the hotels would be a great idea. I said I would go because, well, it was free.
He sent me the menu and I was interested because the food sounded oh so yummy.
Went home after work Thursday, changed into something a little nicer since it was a nice restaurant and off I went.
I showed up at 6:30 (on time) and was the first one there, evidently 8 other people from other hotels were to show up to try out the new menu.
NO ONE EVER SHOWED
So there I am awkwardly sharing a meal with this random guy and having the worst "first date" in the history of meals.
It wasn't just a "first date" it was a "first date" with a older married man who felt the need to keep touching my back or shoulder.
I felt bad that this nice little restaurant had put on this free little event and no one showed but I just wanted to run.
I ate my fill of free soups, appetizers, and entrees as well as free wine.
I finally came up with a plan.
I was going to use my job as an excuse to get out of there before this kept continuing. I used the whole "My job really really needs me back!" I felt horrible but this torturous evening couldn't continue anymore.
I don't know how many times I read and re-read the menu or we chatted about things I'm too young to even know about or care about.
After leaving I new I had to go the gym A) I ate too much and B) I haven't stepped foot inside in a week. I luckily had my workout clothes in the trunk (shows how many times I've thought of going and just haven't)
Advice: If you ever want to throw men off of their game walk into a gym wearing black high heels, a tight red pencil skit, and a low cut black top.
I had to walk past everyone to get to the locker room and it was that weird moment when you know everyone is looking at you. My mind was in a fight or flight mode because I don't really like more than one person focusing on me at one time.
Hence my fear of public speaking.
I did my best not to run past everyone and just calmly walked into the locker room to change. Went did a lovely workout, sweated my butt off, then went home to finally relax with some more wine.
Now for Friday's Letters to get over that horrible experience

Dear Self: Next time you are invited to something either bring someone with you or just say NO!
Dear Ian: Monday is going to be amazing! I can't wait for you to work my butt into shape.
Dear Neighbor: Please come out of your apartment at the same time as me so that we can chat and I can prove I'm not a total loon.
Dear Followers: I'm thinking on doing a Give Away when I hit 50. I'm so close so just a few more. I'm also planning on something for my 25th birthday but more about that when it gets closer.

Also linking up with
Hope you all have an amazing weekend!
Til Next Time Lovelies
XOXOX

Thursday, September 27, 2012

It's Ok.....


It's OK....

That I need it to be Monday because that means a day off

That I Really Really Really need some coffee

That I get to go to dinner thing tonight and eat for free

That I will be working out after said dinner event and might just die

That I ran from the neighbor guy and realised that I shouldn't have

That I want to spend gobs of money on wine, scarves, and books

That I think time to time that I would just rather be a bum for a living....then I realise I enjoy living inside and showers too much

That I realised there are people out there that are weirder than me

That someone who started following my blog stopped following me because I didn't follow them on ALL of their social media platforms...punks

That I found these two posts really informative from Rae Gun Ramblings and Let Them Eat Cake I feel like you guys should read them because I love being able to communicate with all of you and it really sucks when I can't.

That I have a countdown going on with my phone for how many days till my vacation, we have 15 days!!!

That I'm so happy to have all these new followers!

Til next time Lovelies
XOXOX

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

And Then....She Ran....

Hey Bloggers!

I want to welcome my new followers Bonnie, Sarah, Racheland Jen!

I wasn't really planing on doing a post today just because with working 2 weeks straight and shiznit going on in my life I just really want to curl up in a ball and sleep.
Ian is on a cruise, lucky bastard, so my working out hasn't been happening too much. I've been walking my dog and doing little floor exercises and trying to eat well while he is MIA but every time I try to get to the gym something pops up that having a day off would help with. I got invited to a dinner thing tomorrow and I plan on hitting the gym after no matter what.

My love life recently has been well....not happening. I'm OK with it especially because I've been just not paying attention to that area all too much. Men don't usually just walk up to me out of the blue and start having a conversation. We usually start chatting if we have to or if I make an asshat out of myself.
I have this very adorable neighbor man, no not the one I used to "hang out" with, who is pretty much dreamy. I have never spoken a word to him and we've never even done that weird nod thing which always makes me think that I'm in some kind of gang and if I do it wrong I might get shot or not included in said gang.
I have an issue of being an outsider, what can I say.
I have admired said neighbor enough to kind of be considered a stalker well informed individual in the community.
He is (I'm guessing here) single, over 6ft tall, blond hair, tan, and nice man muscles. I recently discovered, while rushing around with the dog, that he has a son (maybe two).
OK, ya, I now sound like a freakin stalker....
Yesterday as I was driving past his building to my spot he was working under his car being all manly like. I spotted him looking over as I was driving up and I assumed (yes we all know what happens when you assume) because he wanted to make sure I didn't run him over.
I got out of my car and did the whole glancing through my hair thing so he didn't notice me admiring his lovely arms (I really should stop talking because I am sounding like a perv here). He was standing up by the time I did that and he was looking at me, I didn't know what to do I was like a deer in the headlights or a squirrel sitting in the middle of the street who isn't smart enough to run to the grass but just stays there till the last minute, I proceeded to do the most uncoordinated head nod ever known to man. He smiled and was all like "Hey" so I said "Hello" Note: When I'm nervous and uncomfortable I start to have a weird accent he then asked "How are you doing?" I almost died right then and there. I squeak back "I'm doing OK and you?" he kept smiling and said "OK". I scurried, I mean flat out sprinted into my apartment.

OK, let's take a moment really fast to explain something. You might be sitting there thinking Why the hell did this girl not just walk over there and chat with him. I am pretty shy the first time I speak to someone. OK, I'm actually super nervous unless I'm about two drinks in. My friends know it is a handicap for me and they just shake their heads.

I had that weird moment you only see in movies where I'm standing with my back to my closed door in shock, plain and simple. Smidgen just pranced by ignoring me and Sky was in her cage looking at my like I had lost my mind and basically informing me without words to let her the fuck out.
I got her out of the cage and realised I had to go back out there.
Also that he might still be out there.
I bravely put her leash on and crept out of my apartment. I didn't see him at first because he was back under his car (I mean what did I expect, him standing there just staring at my apartment waiting for me to reappear?) so I just walked sky over to the grassy area to do her business. I then heard his son calling for Dad and Dad started to get up from under the car to see what the kid needed. I was stuck...I didn't even look his way I just stayed focus on Sky standing there sniffing a tree.
I calmly started to walk back to my door, trying to not draw attention but Sky and the kid noticed each other. I hear "PUPPY!" and feel a tug on the leash. I was not going to be distracted from my goal.
GET. INTO. THE. HOUSE.

I've been kicking myself ever since that moment. I'm probably never going to speak to him again but if I get the chance....I'm going to make a conversation happen.

Have any of you ladies ever ran from a man you wish you had brave enough to talk to or am I the only one?

Til next time lovelies
XOXOX

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Food? Drink? I will WEAR you!

Good Day Lords and Ladies of the Blogging world.
Tis I....The lady who for some reason couldn't stop dropping food and drink on herself yesterday.

For those of you that have been with me for a while now you know my troubled life with my Ta-Tas.
They are kind of like a large shelf.....my friends and family know that I usually will at some point and time during a meal have to go diving down my own shirt for food bits.
Yesterday was no different....Nope....
It was WORSE.

The day started off with me getting coffee pools somewhere along my lap area (ha ha missed the boobs) so I was annoyed but not going to scream at anyone. I later got some lunch while at work because I missed the normal employee meal which isn't the most exciting thing in the world. I was OK with my food choice but not jumping with joy. I should have known then and there I shouldn't have tried to eat what was in front of me.
I ended up playing catcher with some of the food, not DOWN the shirt, nope, on the shirt. I had my name tag so I was able to cover it for the most part and no one would notice. I should have just called it quits for the day with trying to eat and drink things, but nope. I'm a fighter and I have to some how struggle through and make a bigger mess of myself.

A guest had been kind enough to bring up some Lindt Chocolates 

One of these little nuggets of joy

because I had been kind enough to help her out with her reservation. I'm not really a big fan of chocolate, it hurts my teeth is bad for you, so I decided to just try one.
ONE
I ended up with liquidy milk chocolate ALL OVER MYSELF!!! My staff was laughing their asses off because it was just all over my shirt, down my shirt, and some how got half way across the room!
It was decided that until I went home I would not be leaving the back office because it just looked like I had no control over my mouth.
I kept finding random globs of chocolate down my shirt and just kept sitting at my desk praying that I could just go home.

Once home I hoped that I was in the clear.....I was wrong....Oh so wrong....
Mashed potatoes on myself and floor, salad dressing along my neck.....
I seriously just sat there wondering if some how my damn hands were possessed and if I needed to call some kind of religious group to come help me.
My dog loved it she kept just walking up and eating anything I dropped or tried to lick me clean.
It is sad when you are just down enough about the amount of food and drink that has made it ONTO your person that you sit there and just let your dog clean you up.
So far today I have resigned myself to just water. I feel like if this horrible hand/mouth issue is going to continue water will be a little less damaging then coffee, shrimp, chocolate, mashed potatoes, salad dressing.


Also, a quick recap on the weekend....

I think I clean up nicely

She had tackled me and then was like oh yes let us take a photo!
It was one of my best friend's birthdays...she turned 25! We've known each other since we were 14 so it was a pretty big thing for her to be turning that old. I'm not far behind......February 20th, Bleh.

I would also like to thank all of you who commented on my post from yesterday or sent me an email. It meant a lot to not only me but to my grandma as well.

Til next time Lovelies
XOXOX

Monday, September 24, 2012

Happy Birthday Grandma

Today is my grandma's 86th birthday!!!!!
Look at that lush
I decided for her birthday I would write a blog dedicated to her.
She is a very strong independent woman who taught me that if you are in a relationship that isn't working, no matter what, you can get out.
You don't have to stay with someone because you feel it is the right thing to do or because you are afraid of what you are going to do if you are on your own. It took me a while to realise this but now that I do I wish more women would.
This is her story, it's long, but she deserves a long story:
My grandmother Teresa was born September 24th 1926 in Manhattan. Her birth certificate had her name as Female (first name) Hart (last name) as you can imagine through the years this has caused issues even to this day. They don't believe that her name was Female and we've almost had to get lawyers involved because of the new laws to get your drivers licence renewed. Her parents were John J and Kathleen and they had a total of three boys and three girls. The two oldest boys, John and Joseph, died young and Charles lived to old age but after the war he just disappeared and the family didn't discover, until roughly 7 years ago, where he went until two weeks after he had passed away. She had two sisters Rosemarie and Kathleen who are both younger than my grandmother. Sadly Rose passed away about a year ago which was very hard on G.

My grandma with her younger sister Rosemarie and Rose's two kids
My grandma grew up on St. Nicholas in Manhattan then when she was about 6 years old her family moved up state and lived on a farm. Times became pretty tough in that area so about 1940 her father decided to take another shot at Manhattan so he packed up the family and moved them back. During High School she worked at RKO Theaters as an usher. While working at the theater she started having health issues and the doctor informed her she needed to either quit working or quit school. With times being tough and having to help the family she dropped out of school and kept working. She met her first husband, Joseph Daw, about 1942 or 43 while working at the theater he was 10 years older than her, dapper, and a snazzy dresser. He was in the military so because of the war he was overseas and nothing happened.
She left the theater and started working at the Post Office for a while. After the Post Office she worked at Norden Bombsite until it closed when the Japanese surrendered.
Joe came back about 1945 and they married in 1946.
She worked at Emerson Radio as a book keeper and while being married to Joe she had 6 children, Melody Michael John Robert Kerry(my mom) and Anthony, and they lived in a two bedroom apartment.
R to L: Tony, John, Robert, Grandma

R to L: Michael, Kerry, Grandma, Melody, Tony
Sadly Joe was an alcoholic and had some issues which caused a bad home life. The family had hardly any money for those times and lived off of food stamps and pinching pennies. They kids helped take care of each other and just helped out where they could. Grandma worked nights PT at SH Kress and was there for about 6 years until someone she worked with got her a full time job at Dry Dock Savings Bank.
Grandma finally had had enough at home and got the strength to kick Joe out. She was now a single woman with 6 children (the oldest were in their teens) living alone in New York and the family survived.
About 1967 while working at the bank grandma met Jim. He was married and worked part time at the bank and his brother worked with my grandmother. They would go out to lunch as a group often and just started to get to know each other better. Jim divorced his wife and my grandmother, after being separated for years, finally filed for divorce from Joe. They started seriously seeing each other and Jim of course met the kids and my mom thought he was just a great. 
Jim was over 6 feet tall, great laugh, about 10 years older than my grandmother, and was one of the warmest people you would ever met.
I asked my grandmother what made her fall for Jim she replied with 
"He was kind, considerate, thoughtful, and love the kids." He loved my mom because the first time he called the house she answered the phone and just heard this deep deep voice and yelled to grandma that John Wayne was on the phone.
Jim had three adult sons and decided to move grandma to New Jersey so that they could be closer. This caused issues because the three youngest still lived at home and were in middle school and high school and didn't want to leave their friends. Jim found my grandma an apartment for her and the kids to live in while he lived in his house with his kids.
This blew my mind.
They were together for 10 years....10 years! and didn't live together. Crazy.
Jim treated my grandmother like gold, plain and simple. He wanted to give her the world and just to make her happy. He asked her once what she wanted and she replied with marry him, a diamond ring, a house, a fireplace, live in Florida, and a fur coat.

G and Jim
He gave her all of those things and more.
They would come down to Sarasota and vacation from time to time and with him getting older and her moving from job to job they decided it was time to move. They came down in 1976, met with a realtor and the next day purchased the house I grew up in. They moved down here with my Uncle Tony, he was in his senior year of high school, and just started their lives together. They finally got married and it was that love that just everyone knew was right.
 My mom had me and being a single mom in Manhattan with a job that wasn't too stable due to bank take overs she called my grandparents and asked what they thought about her going back to school and her being a nurse. She mentioned that this would mean a little kid (me of course). While on the phone without even thinking Jim responded with, "The tickets will be in the mail." My mom tells me that they weren't really sure that the two of us were really going to be staying until they saw my baby doll's stroller on the conveyor belt.
I remember my grandfather...Pop Pop...Jim...and he was a great man. He was rough and gritty but a giant softy and made my grandmother happier than anyone could be. Almost every day I would wake up and the cartoons would be on with my tiny table and chair, a bowl of cereal and some orange juice. He would sit me on the big table and tie my shoes, he would give me sips of wine or tastes of his ice cream, tried to teach me how to cook, he gave me a love of music and so much more. He is the type of man I hope to one day find because he treated this family wonderfully and I'm so happy after such a hard first marriage she found him.
He was diagnosed with Emphysema and sadly died on May 5th 1992. I was 5 and in New York with my mom for my Uncle's wedding. The night before he was rushed to the hospital my mom and I had watched Ghost together. My mom told me the next morning that he had passed and I of course, with my smart little 5 year old mind, asked if the black things like in the movie had taken Pop Pop away. My mom replied with "Nope, it was the light."
I wish they had had more time together but they had their love and not a day goes by that I don't think that he is with her.
My mom and I ended up staying with my grandmother and I grew up with two moms. Grandma never let me feel unloved, she helped my mom raise me and I am so grateful for it. I am one of those few people who are blessed enough to have grown up with their grandparent 24/7.
Me and G when I was 16 ?

G at her 85th Birthday party last year
Grandma worked in banks all over the area until about 10 years ago and she decided to retire. It didn't last very long and she got a part time job at the YMCA. She works from 5am to 10am 4 days a week, opening the gym and folding towels and checking members in. She was diagnosed with Parkinson's about 5 or 6 years ago and still works and keeps with her routine.
Grandma and My Mom
 I didn't grow up with a dad, I didn't need to. I grew up with two amazing strong women as my parents and I couldn't have asked for a better upbringing. Teresa has lived through the great depression, WW2, a blood disease, a very bad first marriage, raising 6 children practically on her own, losing the love of her life, losing two children, and now living with Parkinson's. She still has that fire and warmth and keeps pushing through, not giving up.
Today is your birthday Female Ruth Teresa Hart Daw Fennelly and I love you more than you could ever imagine.

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Button Swap!

Hey girls!!!! Hope you are having a great weekend!!! Mine has been uber exciting and I will share more about it during the week.

The month of October only I'm offering a button swap for.....FREE!!!! Just send me an email or comment on here with a way for me to contact you :).

Hope you all have a great rest of the evening and please stop by tomorrow for an extra special blog post. Oh and of course Happy 25th Birthday Nikki!!!!!!

Til next time lovelies

XOXOX

Friday, September 21, 2012

Friday's Letters!!!


Dear Nikki Happy Birthday Bitch! I love ya and when I met you it was right before your 15th birthday....feel old!
Dear Bed I wish you could turn yourself around because I am not looking forward to having to move you.
Dear Apartment it would be great if you could some how figure out how to clean yourself because I just don't want to.
Dear Post the first two make me seem pretty lazy, thanks for that.
Dear Post that I have for Monday thanks for making me cry while writing you. That was great. Ass.
Dear Sky it would be amazing if you could stop itching. I promise that I will be getting some Olive Oil to put into your food to try to help you out.
Dear Smidgen why do you feel this strange urge when we are laying in bed to smell my eye. It weirds me out and I love you but seriously, it's weird.
Dear Toy Stores did we some how go back in time? Did we run out of ideas of what toys to make? I love seeing this in the newspaper:
Dear Dan thank you for thinking I said Herpes is back instead of Furbies.
Dear Ian you are pretty darn amazing and even though my arms feel like jello. I'm noticing a small improvement already!
Dear Gym can you please make the amazing cute men stop watching me when I'm working out with Ian. I'm already self conscious enough now I don't want these cute boys seeing me all sweaty and weak.
Dear Cute Boys At Gym it would be pretty amazing if one of you would actually talk to me.
Dear Self You are doing pretty amazing. No soda, no sweets (except for one now and then), and no coffee except your cheat day!

Hope you all have a great weekend and welcome to anyone new stopping by!

Til next time Lovelies
XOXOX

Thursday, September 20, 2012

I Believe.....

Yes I am doing two posts tonight because well....this has been showing up on my feed all day, I had to post about The Versatile Blogger Nomination, and I really wanted to join in on this Link Up!

So followers and random stopper-byers you get Two...count them...TWO blog posts tonight!


I believe in the fact that your mother will always be your best friend at the end of the day

I believe that furbabies can make you smile no matter how horrible of a day you are having

I believe that no matter what be there for your friends

I believe that people should be allowed to love who they want and they shouldn't be judged for it

I believe that people believe in religion and I'm OK with that even though I don't

I believe that rainy days are meant to have cuddling, tea, and either a good book or movie

I believe that everyone should get to experience one day of snow

I believe that we should get to see Matt Bomer naked...just saying

I believe that if you don't like me you can go suck it

I believe that women are beautiful no matter how skinny or pleasantly plump they are

I believe that before people graduate high school they should be taught how to live in the real world

I believe that a woman has a right to chose what she can or can't do with her life and body

I believe that it is disgusting that there are people in the world who make over a billion dollars a year and there are starving babies.

I believe that we should leave famous people alone and then they wont be so famous for random shit

I believe that everyone should just get their animals fixed so we can cut down on furbabies being put to sleep

I believe that we should stop building houses when there are empty ones waiting for families

I believe that one day I will find the man of my dreams (he just needs to hurry the fuck up)

I believe that every girl deserves a day where she can get glamed up and feel beautiful

I believe that there needs to be a cure for cancer, AIDS, and all the other horrible conditions out there

I believe that people need to get over themselves and just let people be. If you don't agree move on and shut up

I believe that there is life out there

I believe in wine, lots and lots of wine

I believe in Ben and Jerry's

I believe in the fact that eyebrows should just look awesome without me having to tweeze

I believe 9 times out of 10 the books are always better than the movies

I believe that no matter how many cupcakes you eat you shouldn't gain weight

I believe that this is true:

I believe I should win awards for being awesome at my job

I believe my mom wants to believe I have good luck, I don't

I believe that one day I will actually own a car that I don't have to cringe every time it starts

I believe that this link up was pretty awesome!

I believe that you are some of the best followers out there!

Til next time Lovelies!
XOXOX

The Versatile Blogger Award!

WooHoo!!! I got nominated for the Versatile Blogger Award. My dear friend Nikki over at From a Miss to a Mrs nominated me so let us get started my friends.
Now, the rules are as follows:
  1. Nominate up to 15 fellow bloggers who are relatively new to blogging. 
  2. Let the nominated bloggers know that they have been nominated for this award. 
  3. Share 7 random facts about yourself. 
  4. Thank the blogger who has nominated you in a blog post linking back to their blog. 
  5. Add the Versatile Blogger Award picture to your post.

7 Random Facts About Me:

1. I have really white skin, we are talking I kind of glow in the dark white skin. I've tried to get a tan before....I really have, my skin just doesn't seem like it wants to hold onto pigment. If I want a tan I usually head over to Zoomtan and get a spray tan. I love when that place has like $1 spray tan days....A-MAZE-ING!
2. My leg hair grows crazy fast....like we are talking faster than I can keep up. I hate that whole getting out of the shower after shaving and you get suddenly really cold and BAM stubble AGAIN! Now imagine that one day after stubblegedon it is twice as long. Now imagine black hair on very white skin. I am soooo one day investing in laser hair removal.
3. I was diagnosed at 17 with Fibrocystic Breast Disease. This means that I grow tumors in my breasts and they aren't cancerous but I do run the risk of that happening. If I ever decide to have children they recommend I see if I have any lumps and they get removed because once you are pregnant they have to wait to do surgery after you have the baby. With pregnancy these things can become the size of a soft ball.
4. My freshman year of high school I dressed in a combination of boy clothes and goth. I wore all black, baggy, teenage boy clothes and my loving mother supported me and let me buy these things. I of course ran into Nikki who loved pink and she decided I needed to dress like a girl. I do now but I still wear dark colors and prefer to dress casual than in a dress.
5. I could probably recite you the whole Monty Python and the Holy Grail. I love that movie and I don't understand people who say they don't get what is happening. The movie is purse genius. Plain and Simple.
6. I have 7 tattoos and the fact that it is an odd number has been bugging me since I got the 7th one. I am starting to get ideas for the 8th and hopefully after that I can hold off on the urge to get another one for a while. Trust me. They are addictive.
7. I used to singe Opera. I still remember some of the songs and when I'm in the car I turn the radio off and sing at the top of my lungs. I think people think I'm crazy but I love the fact that I used to do this and that I still can belt it out with the best of them, at least in my head I do.

Now for the nominees:
Jen at That's What She Read

These ladies all have pretty amazing blogs and I love reading them whenever I get a chance. Please stop on over at their little corners of the world and check them out!

Til next time Lovelies
XOXOX

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Disney or Nickelodeon....

I was getting ready to just sit on the couch clean the apartment and shower when I looked at my phone and saw that Ms. Lindsay Lohan was arrested AGAIN this time in my wonderful New York for hitting a pedestrian with her car (he's ok) and then walking away.
Good Job, Good Job....
Yes, I follow Lindsay Lohan on Twitter because well I like to hear what "movie stars" have to say.
I'm stealing from Perez Hilton's site since Lindsay took this tweet down:
Why did I get put in jail and a nickelodeon star has had NO punishment(s) so far? +
I mean honestly people with a tweet like that you know you are just acting like a spoiled brat, trying to get attention, and you know you are about to start some serious drama.
We are fighting over THIS:

Mudshot #5

Mugshot #1
 Lindsay has 5 mugshots, count them....5! Amanda just has the one but dear lord the girl is racking up the tickets and the weird behavior.
She has some how turned into a mix of Britney (cue crazy head shaving) and Lindsay (horrible driving and lying ability).

Disney and Nickelodeon have always been fighting over who is the best channel and who has the most kid friendly shows.
Well Disney and Nickelodeon you now have a new battle.
Who has the worst child star!
This is not the type of publicity those networks want but guess what, you got it now!

It is sad that this is happening I mean these girls have no one to blame but themselves. Yes society doesn't help but come on.
Now the fact that this is turning into a highschool thing over who should get arrested and for what is the even sadder part.

If you asked me why I never wanted to be an actress or a singer....this situation is my answer. I mean yes, I loved singing, and would have loved to try and get there and have more money than I could imagine but I wouldn't want my life plastered all over the media. I wouldn't want some girl getting mad at me because she got arrested more times than I did. Come on, we are women, lets act like it instead of spoiled little high school girls fighting over who has the best lip gloss.

I'm done ranting....tomorrow will be a much lighter post ;)
Til next time Lovelies
XOXOX

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Me Myself and I #3


1. When you're feeling down, what do you do to pick yourself up?
SING!
Ok, yes I do sing at weird moments. I'm like Zooey Deschanel in New Girl, I just decide to sing talk at people. My staff thinks I'm nuts and my mom has just kind of accepted me and doesn't even comment.

When I'm down I really try not thinking about it because no one wants to think about the fact that they aren't mentally feeling 100% so I do my best not to curl up on the couch with ice cream and watch sappy movies that make me feel even worse. I usually try to read, do some retail therapy, or just find something to do where I'm around people.

2. If you had to live in a different time period which would you prefer?
The 1960s just because I love the show Mad Men. The fashion, the men looking nice in their suites, the fact women were becoming stronger....

3. What is the most creative Halloween costume you've ever worn?
Hahaha....for some reason for Halloween I've always decided to dress up scary or gross. I've never really figured it out. I haven't really dressed up since I was in middle school, but every now and then if someone can convince me I will get all grossed up. I'm just not too creative with them, bleh.

4. Five weird things about you we wouldn't know without being told?
1) I'm very against cold cheese, it grosses me out. I'm cool with melted cheese but if you put cheese on my sandwich or in my salad we are going to have an issue.
2) I have really big feet, size 11, hate them
3) I've always had this incredible fear that I will just always be alone, so I got a dog and a cat, now I'm afraid I'll become a crazy cat lady
4) I own about 8 pairs of heels and I don't wear them, like ever.
5) I can remember how to get someplace after only being there once or what happened in a book or movie. Just don't try to ask me anything about history, science, or math.

5. What would you tell your 16-year-old self?
Turn off the hormones, you are turning into a slut, geeze! 
Pay more attention in school and try to convince your mom to put you on meds for the ADD, they end up helping.
Do not move out of state in a few years, you'll understand.
Get your damn drivers licence and stop putting it off.
Try to make friends with people who know fashion because my dear, we do not and we never figure it out.

Til next time Lovelies
XOXOX

Monday, September 17, 2012

My Friends are Married and I need a wheelchair

So this weekend had it's interesting moments, but hey, I wasn't sitting alone in my apartment every moment :)

One of my best friends, Nikki over at From a Miss to a Mrs, sent me this GREAT website <~~ and I almost died. It is basically my life put in awesome pictures and words. This girl is 25 and basically almost all of her friends are married, story of my life. The fun part is my friends in relationships said they could picture my reactions when they read this thing and it is oooooh so true. 

Today is another of my best friends 22nd birthday, Hallie over at Life: Oceanside, so Saturday we went out to dinner which was fun but had its moments of dumb waiter actions. We did eat cake and ice cream with chopsticks which is always an interesting experience, haha.
Us all dolled up
Sunday was just a day filled with work and watching episodes of Cake Boss. Yum.

Since Thursday I have been slowly dying. Ian, my lovely trainer, worked my buns off and the only part that has been hurting me is my thighs. Now not the whole thing just the front portion and when I say hurting I mean, OH DEAR GREMLINS MAKE IT STOP! hurting. Everyone I've come in contact with since Thursday has seen me slowly and painfully moving about and trying to walk. I knew I was meeting up with him again today and I was convinced that I would be like, 'Oh ya my legs have been hurting' and he would just smile, nod, and work on my arms or more core.
Wrong
I informed him about the fact that I have been hurting all weekend and I even tried to beg people to let me use a wheelchair and it wasn't happening. He laughed and informed me he did know how to make my legs feel better, we were going to work on legs today.
Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuckity Fuck...Fuck.
Holy gum drops batman did we work on my legs, I had shaking knees and was sweating my ass off. I pushed through though and seriously thought about laying on the floor and just not moving or strangling his 5'4'' body. He pushed me nonstop from 10:30 to 11. He is just what I needed but I really think I'm going to need to get a wheelchair because I have a feeling tomorrow I'm screwed at work.

I'm joining up today for.....

What is your favorite college team and/or college tradition?
I never went to college, well I went one semester of community college, so I just say I didn't go.
I am a Gator fan because my elementary school was all Gator and if you said you didn't like the Gators you were screwed. To a 8 year old death or pledging fealty to the Gators wasn't a tough choice. I'm not a bandwagoner, I don't start cheering them on when they start wining or anything like that, I just know that I don't want to die.

Til next time Lovelies!!
XOXOX

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Sunday Social Week 15


Hope you all are having a great weekend. Joining once again for the Sunday Social so lets get started with this weeks questions.....

5 items you can't live without on a daily basis(water, food, shelter, and clothes don't count) 
Wow...OK....let's think....cell phone, toothpaste, my car, my debit card, and my Sony smart blu ray player

All time favorite book? Why?
I'm a nerd so I'd say Harry Potter series (I know this says all time favorite BOOK but come on). I pick the whole series because it brings back my childhood.
I was that kid that would get the book the DAY it came out and sit there and just read it. I hated going to school just because I couldn't read while in class. I would come straight home and read it and get it done in like a day. It taught me a lot that I don't have to be popular, I don't have to fit in, and that I can be me and someone will like me because of it.
Also, I wanted to be a witch....and I might still play with the idea.
This was a good lesson for me because I went to a Catholic School (ya I was once religious-ish) and I had the same 35 classmates from K to 8th grade and they all were so pretty and shiny and I just felt like I wasn't.

Something you'd like to accomplish before the end of 2012
I'd like to get myself into a routine enough to where I can work out and not feel like I'm forcing myself to go. Also, I'd like to spend more time with my friends and not in my apartment. I'm comfortable being a hermit but I really just don't want to be.
 
If you could go back and relive any year of your life which year would it be?
2006. I would make myself focus more on being a teenager and try to kick my own ass to actually go to college and take it serious. I would also, if I could retain my current memories, make different choices on different subjects.
 
What do you wish people knew about you without you having to tell them?
That I'm majorly insecure.
I'm pretty brash and straight forward and can seem like I'm just out there but deep down I'm pretty insecure with myself. When I was younger I just wouldn't really talk to new people because I just didn't want them to judge me. I had a small group of close friends but that was about it. I've worked on it and I have friends that are able to engage strangers pretty easily so I meet people that way but I'm still pretty stand offish.
 
Wow, now that I've bared my soul a bit....
Til next time Lovelies
XOXOX
 
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