FYI: I am not an overweight-weird girl who eats my feelings... but I am weird.

For starters "strange is just a different point of view." For those of you reading my blog who think I am especially weird and overweight because all I seem to talk about is my dog, sleeping, hating my job, and breaking up with my "whatever," you would be wrong. I did mention that I worked out five days last week and I am proud of myself for that. Do you know how hard it is to motivate me to workout by myself when I could do something fun like sleep? Did I mention I love naps? Once I get into the habit of working out I'm fine and will do it. I love Zumba and cycling and I used to swim year-round and dance in my youth. I just felt like I should clear the air.


Topic number two: I got a valentine this year (check me out) so do not think I am saying this because I am "one of those girls who can't get a guy," so they want their own day, but I do want my own day. My older sister told me about a Sex in the City episode where Carrie dedicates a day to herself and makes all her friends buy her shoes. There really should be a Singles Day. Where everyone that is in a relationship should buy all their friends that aren't a present. A good present too. Not a piece of crap card that makes the person feel like they are the center of a pity party. Noooo, the couples need to remember and be jealous of the single people. They should have to think of times when they were single and how much fun it was. Just like on Valentines day how a single person has to be reminded they are alone, Couples needed to be reminded they aren't alone. Ever.

I love relationships. I really do. I am a girlfriend type of girl, but while I'm single I should get presents too. This way everyone wins. You get gifts when you are and aren't in a relationship. 

"Keep on Waiting for the Sun to Come Around"

I'm ready for a change. I'm ready to get into a relationship that is mutual. I feel like I'm always waiting for my life to start. I know that in a way it has but then again sometimes I look at my life and think, THIS IS NOT MY LIFE. This is not how my life is supposed to be. I am thankful that I have a wonderful family, amazing friends, and a job. I am not complaining about these things, but at the same time I feel like I am just waiting for something better to come along. Starting last week I decided to pick out one really great thing that happened each day (some days I have to stretch it).

Here's a list of some good things that happened last week:
*Saved $20.00 at Ulta
*Cooper got new toys because he chewed up my cowgirl boots (This is a plus for Coop, negative for me) If anyone would like to buy me a new pair let me know. ;)
*I got to take a nap on Saturday AND Sunday! (Like I said, right now I'm stretching it)
*I worked out five days last week

I'm going to wake up early everyday this week and go walk on the beach with Coop and watch the sunrise. New goal for this week. I'll let you know how this goes. I'll try to blog about it and post pictures each day.



List of Random Things I Love:
1. Catcher in the Rye, The Wedding, Huckleberry Finn
2. Eating pretzels, chocolate, and water... NOT to be confused with chocolate covered pretzels 
3. Blue Cheese dressing in the summertime
4. Tomatoes
5.Falling asleep on the beach
6. Quoting movies
7. Taking Naps
8. Puppy breath
9. Singing in my car alone
10. Crying in books and movies
11. Getting flowers
12. Going to see bands play
13. Clemson
14. Being on the lake

Here is where I got the title for today's post- It's by Sister Hazel (MY FAVORITE BAND, if you couldn't tell)

"Life Got In The Way"

I don't do change well, I never have. The night before I left for college I sat in my freshly emptied room stripped of all its memories of high school. I knew at that moment things were never going to be the same. The thought was both thrilling and terrifying. My freshman year of college was awful. I had serious thoughts of transferring schools. After that year I grew to love college. A lot of it had to do with the amazing people I met my sophomore year. I changed everything about what I hated to make it better. I lived with four random people and built some unbreakable friendships. I made a best friend out of one of my roommates. I found an amazing man at school (my former "whatever").  By the time graduation came around I had fallen in love with my college. Yet another chapter was ending and a new one beginning. This time I was eager for this chapter of my life to begin...that didn't last too long.

Everything has changed again. My "whatever" and I are finally over. After two years its a bitter-sweet taste left in my mouth. I'm not angry. He taught me so much. He taught me to love again and to love myself. He showed me how someone should really be treated within a relationship. The first time we broke up I bought Cooper (I heard that getting a pet is the best thing you can do for a break-up), so that's a huge positive out of our relationship.

  It's funny how life never works out the way you think it's going to. You can plan all you want but life still doesn't do what you want it to. I should probably stop planning. I am interested to see how this is all going to turn out.


*If you're a first time reader my blogs are normally way more upbeat and happy and strange! Sorry for the Debbie Downer today.



*Title from Sister Hazel song, "Life got in the way" ... amazing song! Go listen to it! This is the best version I could find of the song on YouTube

Phantasmagorical

It's been way to long since I've wrote a blog. I've had no creative juices flowing through my mind lately...until last night! I decided to call it an early night and was in the bed by 8 pm, but to insure I stayed asleep I took NyQuil last night. About the time I was falling asleep I had a blast of brilliance. I was too tired however to get out of bed and type it. CURSE NyQuil!

This is what I was thinking drifting off into dream land. I love words that start with the letter "p." I hate when I tell people this though because I can never think of words that start with "p". Then people think its ok to throw in words that start with a "p" that suck. Never tell a guy you like "p" words either. P's for guys stand for= Pervert!

Here is a mammoth of a list compiled of the most superb "P" words:

*Purple- my favorite color
*Popcorn- tasty and delightful
*Puppies- I mean come on who doesn't love?
*Pandora- Don't open her box, unless it's on your cell phone ;) ha get it! Pandora Radio!
*Patience- is a virtue
*Peacock- PHENOMENAL
*Pandemonium- Panic!
*Plethora- Yes, I love this word
*Pantomime- Scary but okay
*Papyrus- I wish I had some
*Paranoia-?
*Party- again who doesn't love a Party?
*Pasty- Vampire
*Peachy- keen
*Pegasus
*Pendulum- The Pit and.... you guessed it, the Pendulum
*Procrastination
*Perpetual
*Pulsating
*Prolific
*Precocious

For a list of funny phrases that start with the letter P check out this website (WORTH IT): http://www.boredatuni.com/words.php?letter=P

Ok, I'm done with that for now. You know what else I like? Coining words (making up words). I really love to say someone is Slut-tastic, or call my apartment my apt. NOT to be confused with A P T. Just actually say apt. I think a douche-0-rama is a gathering of douchey people. I wish I had a job to sit around and make up words.

If you read this post no worries, You are not a slutola or Slut-tastic! Congratulations :)

R E X

I have the most amazing best friends ever. I know that everyone says this about their group of best friends, but they are wrong. I really do have the most amazing group. I have known almost all of my best friends since elementary school or middle school. There is nothing that I don't tell them. Even though sometimes we have been cut-throat and vicious towards each other, we still love each other.

I was reminded just how amazing they are by one of my friends Fb post:

"Remember how we used to share a locker with like 7 people? I thought of that this morning :)"

This post generated a lot of discussion. Yes, I remember how I used to share a locker with seven of my best friends in high school. I also remember how when I went to turn in my social studies book there was an assortment of profanity all over my book in sharpe about our teacher. Thanks best friends ;)

In high school we would stay up allllll night studying for our exams (I didn't even do this in college). One particular night while two of my best were slaving away over physical science and playing the same song on REPEAT the entire night, my other best friend and I decided to set an alarm that went off every ten minutes. Every ten minutes we would wake up and study and note card and then go back to sleep. We were doing so good. However, the next morning I don't know if the alarm didn't go off or we just didn't care. We were SOOOO late to the physical science exam. I mean we missed the first half of the test. I'm not sure why I thought it was so funny either. I could not stop laughing during the exam. I get tickled at inappropriate times.

I also remember how we lovingly would throw each other down the stairs in a bag. You HAD to get in the bag. Peer Pressure. How we made it out of the bag alive I'll never know.

I remember how we would pull each other's pants down in the stairs at school in front of everyone because we thought it was funny, and we were right...it was funny!

In college we all went our separate ways but were always there for each other when we needed each other the most. My friends are even willing to run people over for each other *we designated one of our friends though because I'm pretty sure she is about to lose her license anyways because of her speeding ticket problems and the fact she hits fences and the Brusters cow mailbox.

We've always said, "It's not the ex- girlfriend you have to worry about, it's the ex-girlfriends best friends" - "We GONNA FIND YOU"

We've been to one of our best friends beautiful wedding on the beach and held the newest addition to our group. I won the contest on when he was going to be born :)



Now we are preparing for another one of our friends to wed. I'm so glad we are able to go through all this with the people we have known our whole lives. I love each one of my best friends to death.

Sleeping BEAST

You know what I absolutely LOVE? Naps. I love anticipating naps, planning for them, snuggling back into my warm bed and wrapping the covers over me and sleeping. You know what I hate? People waking me up from my amazing slumber. I only take naps if I know they are going to be more than an hour long. You do NOT want to wake me up after only one hour. Naps should be at least two hours long, and you should awake on your own.

However, this was not the case today. For starters, Cooper wanted to play ball (of course) while I was napping. I tried my best to ignore him for the first fifteen minutes but I have developed an incredible new ability to throw the ball in my sleep. Anyways, during the first fifteen minutes of my nap my phone goes off. I ignored. Then one hour into my nap my phone starts going off again. Text messages, alarms everywhere. Cooper takes this as a sign that I'm awake. He jumps on me and sits on top of me to cut off my air supply so that I will have to wake up. When I finally opened my eyes there were four tennis balls on my head. FOUR. NOT NECESSARY! I also had a nice slew of text messages that progressively got worse. The first started out with a simple question mark (?- meaning where are you Love, and whyyyy aren't you texting me... this is in my head). The next just says "Mo"- meaning right now I am using a cute nickname, so hopefully you will text me back. Look how cute I'm being. The next says my full name in all caps. *I have to protect my true identity here* FULLLLLL NAMEEE??????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (this means I have five minutes to answer back to this text or I'm in trouble) The last text message was so warm and fuzy. The kind that you love to read when you wake up. " What the hell are you doing?" At this point my eyes were open so I responded. Napping. OBVIOUSLY, not napping anymore. And then I started to explain in a text message what I look like after only one hour of sleep:Need I say more?


*Update: Picture One looks a little nice. Too nice. So here is picture two:

I missed the boat, the school bus, and the memo...

Disclaimer: This post is NOT a pity party! I just want to see how many others feel the same way I do.

Have you ever felt like you just missed the mark? (Thought of another one that wasn't in my title) I feel like that everyday I get on Facebook. I don't even know why I get on anymore. EVERY TIME I get on someone is either engaged, married, having a baby, or just got some amazing job in some remote and exotic land. Well congratulations to you! You did it! I really am happy for most people but at the same time was there some memo sent out that we had to accomplish all this by 2011, and I was unaware of this? I have a money-less job and a "boyfriend/whatever" who I am tricking into dating me. Yay me! So maybe I am having a pity party right now. This post isn't going to be as jovial as the others.


I have nothing else to write about. I'll write more later- check back!