What Makes Him Worth It?

There's a fine line between enjoying someone's company & falling madly in love. It is so hard not to slip into old patterns and lose yourself in the flavor of the week or month or whatever. It isn't a bad thing to date and "catch feelings" but it is a bad thing when you forget who are in the process.

My natural tendency is to completely let my guard down and let him in. When is it okay to actually do that? How do we know if a guy we meet is "the one"? Does "the one" even exist? Are we supposed to fall completely with every guy that catches and maintains our attention? Am I supposed to just go for the ultimate trust fall and see if he catches me? We all know that love is risky... but when does it become worth it? There are so many unanswered questions when it comes to new relationships but the only ones worth paying attention are...
Does he put your first? Does he genuinely care about you? Does he want to be with you (like talking) or does he want to be with you (if ya know what im sayin). We need to figure these out before we go falling head over heels.

It's okay if you're scared to fall, but don't let the past haunt you and ruin a good thing. You never know what you're going to discover. I think I've got a good one on my hands. Could he break my heart... most definitely. Will I survive? For damn sure. So what... either you break up or you get married. That may be terrifying but it's the luck of the draw.

Til next time y'all <3

Throw Some Glitter, Make it Rain

In the midst of midterms, football games, and any other activity we thought we could handle there's that one night where girls can dress as a plug and a guys can dress as a wall outlet without being judged. Yes I'm talking about Halloween. A close friend of mine and myself have always tried to rise about the typical slut costumes and come up with something super cute and creative and mmaaayyyybbeeee a little revealing. We've been adorkable clowns and anything-but-scary scarecrows... but now, she's graduated college and so I got with my twitter bestie, Courtney, (long story short, we realized we loved eachother VIA Twitter) and we decided that we would be the Energizer Bunny. I thought, how fitting... I can run around in athletic clothes, comfy shoes, and bang on a drum all night. DONE. Needless to say Courtney, Halle, and I nailed it. We got out sorority girl craft on and created the drum with a circle hat box from hob-lob, blue and pink duct tape, and the energizer logo mod-podged onto the box. Super easy and tasteful! The only thing that might've taken away from the innocence was me walking around the preparty with a bottle of my drink of choice... classy Andre champagne. That was night one for the frat party...

 

Night 2: Because who doesn't want 2 different costumes? I was all out of creativity and right before I caved by sending a groupme SOS to my sorority sisters asking for a basic nurse outfit I looked in my closet and saw my fur vest. This fur vest might be one of my favorite articles of clothing... and only because I got it for cheap in the kid's section of Target. #SmallGirlPerks. Anyways, I threw that on, borrowed a sequin top, rocked my leather pants, smacked some glitter on my face and called myself Ke$ha. I found an empty bottle of Jack Daniels courtesy of Courtney #clutch and a toothbrush, walked around screaming that the party didn't start until I walked in, and probably threw glitter on every person I saw. WORD OF CAUTION: don't play with glitter. It has been 2 days and 3 showers later and there is still glitter all over the place. After dressing as the crazed pop star and listening to her lyrics on repeat I've developed a completely newfound respect for the girl... her lyrics are on point & for sure words I currently live by. Example: "Ain't got a care in the world but got plenty of beer. Ain't got no money in my pocket but I'm already here!" PS: Did I tell you that I totally got 7 free tickets for the pub crawl in Midtown we went to?! #rockstar Welp, it's always fun to dress up and I can not wait until next year. It's time to start planning folks.

Til next time y'all <3

Girls like Jerks

In our minds Prince Charming exists and man o man is he perfect. We have these checklists in our mind and will never settle unless our man meets every requirement.

• Looks like Adam Brody (my personal favorite)
• Manly and strong
• Has a real job
• Drives a nice car
• Wants children
• Has the perfect family that takes awesome vacays
• Buys you dinner & drinks
• Compliments you
• Wants to take care of you
• Wants you to never worry about financials
• College educated
• Athletic
• Trusts you
• Adores you

So when we actually meet a guy that leaves no characteristic blank we find out we're not attracted to him at all. WHY? I'm not sure why... but we just don't. Strong, independent women don't want someone perfect.  I don't need someone to compliment me all the time and want to take care of me. I can take care of myself. I want a man that isn't afraid to challenge me, isn't afraid to call me out when I mess up, and a man that allows me to be the exact woman I am. I don't want a man that wants to be with me all of the time, I want to go out with my friends and then come home to him at night. I don't want a man that doesn't want me to worry about financials. I want a man that is going to assist me in my struggle to climb up the ladder and be able to support myself. So with all these things that I don't want... is it possible I'll even find a counterpart that wants to put up with me? W H O C A R E S. That's not my goal in life. I'm after more than an MRS degree.

It blows my mind that we are willing to overlook the perfect man but is it really fair to want to pursue him based off a checklist? Yes he may have everything our parents want for us but we have to actually like him. It does not make any sense that we can overlook this guy and go for someone that isn't as nice and doesn't have his ducks in a row. But I guess in the end... you have got to follow your heart and we all know how logical that can be. I think that's why I've become anti-emotional towards men, for now atleast. It's never worked out and I'm tired of putting in time, effort, and pieces of my heart into people that don't deserve it. I go on dates, I get to know people... but it's going to take time and a different kind of man to make me care again. Maybe he'll come around with the checklist complete and then tell me that he just wants to love me and on my terms... if only dreams came true ;)

Til next time y'all <3

Sleep is for the Weak

As I sit at work sleepy eyed and cranky I've got to ask myself if the late nights of goofing off at frat houses and watching football games I could careless about are really worth it. The answer? OF FREAKING COURSE it's worth it. When are we ever, in our short lives, going to have the energy or freedom to do whatever we so please? Sleep wherever we fall? Drink whatever happens to be on special on a Monday night? Or come home at 4 am with zero responsibly (besides homework & work)? Yes in theory these are all terrible terrible ideas but when I'm sitting around my children telling them stories about my life I do not want to have any regrets. I want them to know that it's okay to play just as hard as you work & yes... mama was a hard worker. As much as I love sleep and would be in my bed 99% of the time if I could... the fear of missing out is a real thing and I do not want to suffer. So stay out late, take lots of pictures, laugh your ass off, and make some freakin memories. Your early 20's don't last forever... make them count.

Til next time y'all <3

Getting Alcohol in the Coffee Cup

This weekend was one for books. Drinks by the ocean to closeout the week, seeing Katy Perry live in concert, dancing on tables in Midtown, seeing the St. Louis Cardinals get shutout then win the next day with a walk-off homer in the bottom of the 9th... MAN! My emotions were all over the place. As much as I try to be responsible and juggle it all, it doesn't workout to my advantage all the time, nobody can be that lucky. I woke up 15 minutes passed the time I was supposed to be at work, messed up on a report I'm solely responsible for, forgot I was going to cover for the receptionist, and realized I was wearing a sleeveless top where you can totally see the left over flash tat from Kitty Purry.

 I think she was talking about me in her song "This is How We Do" when she gives a shoutout to the girls rockin last night's dress at breakfast... she sees me. I do not like to let people down so first thing is first, instead of waking up 10 minutes before I should leave, YES I have mastered the art of speed dressing (it's a thing), I am going to buy an alarm clock and wake up an hour before I should leave. Even if I just sit in bed mad that I'm awake it's something I have got to do. That's the beauty of growing up and becoming responsible. Just some tips for the readers that can relate to this...We have got to realize that being on time is more important than sleeping a little longer and your weekend alcohol should never overflow into Monday's coffee cup.

Til next time y'all <3

Like Mother, Like Daughter

5 Tips I've Learned from Mom

1. Never let the bitches see you cry
2. When the day is over, all you really have is your family, everybody else is looking out for themselves
3. Staying home on a Saturday isn't a punishment (I'll believe it when I see it)
4. You can fall in love with rich just as easily as you can with poor
5. & when you get the choice to sit out or dance... DANCE

No matter how old we get, or how independent we may think we are, we have that one person we run to when the storm is too scary, the boyfriend was too mean, or the lies were just too harsh. In my case, that person is my mama bear. I can tell her everything and although some of it may be hard to hear, she will never judge me or think less of me. Now that's unconditional love. My mother is the hardest working person I know and I rarely give her enough credit. Instead of being my sweet, caring, and fun self most of the people know around her, she receives the mean and negative girl that complains constantly. She does not deserve that and I am often guilty of giving her way less than she should get. From day one she has been my bestfriend, she has worked to provide for me, and she always puts herself last. Today is her Birthday & I want the world (or whoever reads my blog) to know how special she is. There is no way you could get everything you deserve in one whole day but I do hope today comes close.

I love you & hope you have a wonderful Birthday!!!

Til next time y'all <3

Don't Take a Boy to a Concert

"She's addicted to song lyrics that spill out her heart for her"
 

Music, for me at least, is passionate and intimate. The things we listen to regularly define us no matter what you think. The problem, just like most relationships, is that not all significant others share the same passion or "sing the same song" as you do. Opening up your passion and attempting to share it with someone else is not something to be taken lightly.

Here's some #TBT stories for ya.

 

 

Concert 1: John Mayer

John Mayer is my all time favorite artist, not because I think he's super hot, but because he is a lyrical genius and one of the best guitarists out there. Sophomore year of high school I dated a boy, who will not be named, and for my Birthday/Christmas/our one-year Anniversary present (yes all at once) he bought me John Mayer tickets! It was the best present ever & I was so excited. The only problem is that be gave me the tickets in January & the concert wasn't until March. Long story short, he cheated on me with a "good friend" and took her instead. I boycotted Johnny boy for a good year after that because the sound of his amazing guitar and perfectly sexy voice made me want to commit a heinous crime. I let some high school pretty boy get in the way of my passion for analyzing John Mayer lyrics and pretending like I knew what he was thinking. #stillbitter Now I have a John Mayer lyric tattooed on my body & he has a misspelled Bible verse. Who's winning now?

 

 

Goo Goo Dolls @ The Woodlands

Concert 2: Goo Goo Dolls

This story is a tad more recent... I grew up on Goo Goo Dolls. "Black Balloon", "Let Love In", "Slide", and of course "Iris" basically make up my young adulthood soundtrack. I was dating a guy for a short time and just happened to have these tickets laying around, so why wouldn't I take the super awesome, handsome, man I thought I was falling for? (I obviously should've thought this through and taken a girl or something). We had the time of our lives and when the Goo Goo Dolls sang "Name" I actually cried. Yes I may have had some alcohol in my system but there were tears streaming down my face it was so beautiful. Now, I do not speak to so-called awesome, handsome man and everytime I hear "Still Your Song" I'm thinking of his face instead of my childhood. So unfair & he is so unworthy. Listening to Goo Goo Dolls still makes me cringe at my previous endeavor and that is where I beg of you...

Don't take a boy to a concert.

Til next time y'all <3