Monthly Archives: September 2013
|September 30, 2013||Posted by V under bucket list, loves it, new ish, pampering, shopping|
|September 27, 2013||Posted by V under advice, bloggers, dating|
Using fancy stockings with garter belts.
Hosting Barefoot Contessa-esque parties.
Day drinking with abandon.
Wearing incredibly fancy shit for no reason.
|September 18, 2013||Posted by V under advice, friends, funny, loves it, music, new ish, pampering, shopping|
Last weekend I went shopping with my bestie to buy myself a 30th birthday present. Our last stop was the Michael Kors store where I found two bags that I liked. The bags were the same color, the same price, only the detailing was different. I couldn’t figure out which bag I liked more. One bag had 3 compartments with a zipper in the middle, separating the two sides. The other bag was a little smaller but had a cute tassel on the handle. I’m such an organized freak that I loved the bigger bag with the three compartments, but I really loved the smaller bag with the tassel too.
I asked Ashley for her opinion and she liked the smaller bag with the tassel. She thought the bigger bag was a little plain. So I’m standing there in front of the mirror with a bag on each arm trying to figure out which bag I like the best, when the sales lady comes over to help me. She asked if I was trying to decide which bag I liked and I told her I was. Another customer walked by and she told me she liked the bigger bag with the compartments the best. The sales lady, who looks to be around 24 tells me that she also likes the bigger bag. I call Ashley over and tell her that they both like the bigger bag. She reminds me that I’ll be the one carrying it so I should get whatever bag I like the best.
With Ashely and the sales lady standing there, waiting for me to just pick a bag already!, the sales lady says that I seem pretty conservative, so she would go with the bigger bag. Ashley dies laughing and says, “seems conservative, if you only knew her!” and walks off. The sales lady gives me a questioning look and I tell her that yes, while I appear to be conservative, if she knew my personality she would know that, in fact, I am not in a lot of ways. To that she responded with, “Well what ever you’re doing, keep doing it because it’s working for you!”. haha Love her!
I get told that all the time. I get some version of conservative, quiet, sweet, innocent.. Is it because I have a baby face and look like I’m 23? If you really knew me, you’d know that I am not quiet, I am not that conservative, and I am definitely not that innocent. Not at 29 years old. I like to call it being a realist.
Like Luda says, we want a lady in the streets but a freak in the bed. 😉
|September 17, 2013||Posted by V under friends|
I stumbled across this post and thought I’d share. There are some people that come in your life that you would do anything for, no questions asked. I am lucky enough to have 3 of those people in my life. The author of this blog made a list of things she’d do for her best friends.
- Be designated driver on a girls night out because I know you need a glass of wine (or shot of vodka) more than I do, and trust me, I need one.
- Say, “That skirt/dress/jumpsuit makes your butt look fat,” when that skirt/dress/jumpsuit actually makes your butt look fat.
- Despise someone I barely know because of something they’ve done to you, and then treat them kindly if you decide to forgive them.
- Call your mother/father/siblings/other friends to have an intervention if you get hooked on Meth, Crack, or One Direction.
- Watch your kids when you need to go to the doctor, have a night out, do errands, or simply take a long shower.
- Bring you tampons, diapers, or my prescription for cramps at one in the morning.
- Rehash the time you or I got dumped/embarassed/balled-out/hurt… because there’s a really funny private joke in there that always makes us laugh.
- Pluck your eyebrows, bleach your mustache, and shave your legs if you had surgery.
- Go with you to meet a doctor about Botox, fillers, lasers, boob lifts, tummy tucks etc… and tell you, even though you don’t need it, that I’d never judge. (What? I’ll want you to come with me.)
- Say, “I love you” with the same sincerity with which I say it to my husband, maybe more.
- And yes, move a body for you …
no questionsfew questions asked.
Click on the link up top to read her full list.
|September 12, 2013||Posted by V under love, loves it, marriage|
|September 11, 2013||Posted by V under change, cray|
Even though it’s been 12 years, it’s one of those things you don’t forget. I remember being in my first period class of the day. When we heard the news everything going on seemed to stop. All we did the rest of the day was watch TV coverage of what was going on.
This morning as I was getting ready for work, I switched my phone to my favorite morning radio show. They recapped the day, as they found out the news in that moment. The clip is 10 minutes long and it has never been retouched. As I was listening all of those feelings from that day rushed back. Take a listen to the clip here.
|September 10, 2013||Posted by V under cray, dating, love|
I have come to the realization that I have a big crush on someone fairly close to me. He reminds me a lot of my ex, but he is the older, more ideal man. Basically, he is what I hoped my ex would become, what I saw the potential for. One of my friends pointed it out recently. I thought, no way, no he doesn’t. She then described specific details, and yeah, he does. She told me the reason I had a crush on this older man was because he is the older version that treats me how I deserve to be treated. BOOM. Yeah, and she’s probably right. Of course it helps that we have similar personalities and can joke around about anything.
The sad part is, I always find myself talking about my ex in situations. Like if I’m having a conversation with a friend about something funny, it will remind me of something he did, etc. It’s depressing, really. I guess it’s just hard to let go. I think the reason that it’s so hard for me is because I did see a lot of potential in him. He was scared to fully expose himself which I think was the reason we never worked out. People say it’s all about timing, and you know what? Those people annoy me.
Why is it that we remember the good in relationships and not the bad? Shouldn’t the bad remind us of why the relationship never worked out to begin with?
I came across this quote in a beauty blog (of all places!) It read…
“And for the first time the help I knew I needed was not help for my ability to cure him, it was help for my ability to help myself.
I finally hated the pain I was in more than I hated the idea of letting go of it.”
How very true. I think there comes a time in everyones lives when they reach a breaking point. Now to figure out what to do about this crush on the older guy with amazing blue eyes..