Dust on the Bottle

I woke up, as usual, to the sound of an alarming going off way too early, I turned to my left and saw a sweet sleeping face. He smirked at me and whispered "Happy Birthday, Babe". Although I normally leave him peacefully sleeping as I scurry around the room trying to get to work on time today was a little different. So... I grabbed my cell phone and did what any freshly 22 year old in 2015 would do. I blared Taylor Swift's "22" and belly flopped back on the bed jumping up and down like the toddler I once was.
According to my predecessors, a Birthday is a reminder that you're going to like croak soon, that your youth has faded, and that all you can do now is tell stories of your past and sing "I ain't as good as I once was". I like to think my outlook on life will never let me feel that way. Instead of Toby Keith I wanna be singing "there might be a little dust on the bottle, it gets sweeter with time" or however it goes. I'd like to think that the love I feel from people I hardly speak to will continue to pour in on that glorious January 22nd day, regardless of the year. & that the love I feel is enough to last until the next year. I hope on my 69th Birthday I'm giggling because I'm still THAT immature.

Thank you for all the Birthday wishes, thoughtful gifts, shots that I didn't need but still took, and all of the memories to come.

Til next time y'all <3

PS: If anyone is wondering how my New Year's Resolution is going... let's just say I still don't own those shoes ;)

New Year = New You ??

I just wanna look like this again.

Maybe it takes the year to change for us to realize we need to kick our bad habits. We both know you should've put down that cig or that can of Copenhagen months ago but who am I to judge? New Year's Resolutions have become some sort of wish list for things we would like to happen but just to fit in we're going to head to the overly crowded gym for the first few weeks then give up and go back to our daily routine. Maybe that will happen to me, but I think typing it up for the world to see helps me stay accountable. Whatever. Anyways, your parents and those older annoying friends of ours were right when they told us that growing up sucks. That you won't be that flexible if you stop stretching and eventually all those late night Taco Bell/Whataburger runs are going to catch up to you. Man... they weren't kidding. Cheering for 15 years had me pretty strong and flexible... and not to mentioned, RIPPED without even trying. Oh the glory days. But since my days now consist of sitting in a chair for 9 hours, working out is really the last thing I want to do when I get back from work. & boyfriend weight.. yeah that's a real thing. All the Mexican food restaurant dates (our favorite) and beer drinking in my year of legality have taken a toll on my little bod. I've known this for awhile but it took last night to light a fire under my un-toned butt.

Yesterday I decided to try Pure Barre. It's an hour long workout class that consists of small movements targeting difficult areas of a woman's body. It was amazing but it finally hit me that I am something I never thought I could be: weak and no longer flexible... and if I don't do something, I'm gonna get
F A T. Lemme tell you something about a 5 foot tall girl... she can get away with a lot of things like wearing shirts as dresses and shopping in the little kid section on occasion but she can not pull of being fat. There's just nowhere for it to go! So anyways, starting now (yeah that's right, I'm hardcore and not waiting til the 1st) I'm going to workout a lot and cut out soda completely. Just go cold turkey with it. This alone is terrifying.. I'm a whiskey girl and let's be honest... whiskey isn't good without some coke or sprite but I have got to make a change.


Eyes on the Prize

Here's some tips if you don't want to go at it alone. FIND A PARTNER. Make your boyfriend go for a run, sign up for group fitness classes, find someone to keep you motivated. & most important: SET UP A GOAL. My friend and I decided that we were going to lose x amount of weight and as soon as we hit that goal... we're buying ourselves a pair of Tory Burch sandals we've been dreaming about for years. We're doin it for the shoes! I will definitely keep yall posted but don't worry I won't turn into one of those fitness gurus (I'm proud of yall but quit bragging, it makes us that don't have time to live at the gym feel even crummier).



Til next time y'all <3

Put Down the Beer and Set Your Alarm

It's that time of year when our college friends face the end of the all-nighters, the living (or dying) by the curve, and the ridiculously themed ragers. Whether they are the smarty pants that are graduating early or the respectable elderly that took an extra semester, Universities around the great US are saying goodbye to some wonderful attendees. While you may live in close proximity to these graduates things are still going to be different and we have got to learn that these new, responsible adults now have real things to do. They probably won't go out as much on a Monday night or hardcore Sunday Fun Day anymore since they work 40 hours a week. But don't they will figure out how to balance the scales. As for you grads; whether you moved out 4 years ago or are still crashing with the rents this is the going to be the first time in your life you are 100% on your own. Terrifying I know. You fresh out of college kiddos are having to search for your first job (if you aren't lucky enough to already have one), figure out how much money your past few years of college are worth (makes you sick to your stomach), and face the fact that the most paid time off you'll get it about a two weeks or less. It's time to realize that it's Tuesday and going to work not hungover is a lot more appealing than those few Shiner Cheers you have leftover in your mini fridge from the Tacky Sweater Party. On the plus side, you have accomplished something that not everyone gets to do and that is something worth celebrating. To the graduating class of Fall 2014... Cheers! & best of luck. Let us know what the real world is like and thanks for going first.

 

“Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional."



Blizzle (middle) graduated in May & works full time & Courty Court (right) graduates Friday.
I'll be with yall in May 2015! <3



 

Til next time y'all <3

You're the Sprinkles to my Cupcake

Nowadays all women hear is to be friggin I-n-d-e-p-e-n-d-e-n-t do ya know what that means? It's beneficial but it's also annoying... yeah I got my own but I don't need the next rapper to keep telling me to buy my own mercedez. I think we need to start telling ourselves and other women around us that we need to be our own cupcake. Dang Hildawg, that sounds ridiculous. (I know you're laughing). But does it? If we started to see ourselves as the - insert your favorite flavor - cupcake we adore would we start taking care of ourselves? Would we start to realize that a toxic friend is like the poopy green custard icing that nobody likes and does not really mix well with our personal flavor? Would we start to realize that boyfriends aren't really a necessity but more like sprinkles? I mean who doesn't love some sprinkles on their cupcake but do you really need em? Once we start to grasp the concept that we do not need some of the extra baggage we carry we start to feel a lot lighter and less stressed out. That yucky icing doesn't have to go on your cupcake... & those sprinkles are NOT a necessity. Be your own perfect flavor of cupcake with the toppings you choose and take care of that thing because the 3 second rule doesn't apply to cupcakes since they tend to land on their face if there's too much sh*t on top.

Til next time y'all <3

PS: Sorry it's been so long. Life has me crazy busy....

Parent Meetin and Gamblin Sounds Like a Good Idea

So... the inevitable happened.



Meet the boy. #cake

I got tied down. I know, I can't believe it either. When you aren't looking life likes to throw you some curve balls and sometimes you just have to swing anyway. After my failed relationships I couldn't help but preach how important it was to be single and selfish and on your own, don't waste your time dating, people fail you, they're not worth it, etc. etc. etc. All these things are still true for the most part but when something important comes your way, or in my case offers me a margarita, you have got to take advantage of it and enjoy the tequila! I was happy and I was content and the best part is that I wasn't looking. He took me to the ocean as a "we don't know if this is a date" date and we've been inseparable every since. In a few short weeks I have learned that not all guys are bad and not all good guys are free from scars. We've both been burned before so opening up wasn't the easiest thing to do, but it also wasn't work. I'm not sure where this is going to go but for the weekend it's taking me to White Oak, Texas. Yeah... idk where that is either. I get to meet the family... ahhhhh. Just freaking out a little. On top of meeting the family I get to meet some of his closest and most influential friends in Shreveport, LA.

So.. wish me luck. Here's to bonfires, getting involved in close-knit families, and hopefully winning some money. #winningoverparentsandwinninmoney


Til next time y'all <3

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