A night out in Atlanta ▲

Monday, February 27



So, my MOH came to town and wreaked havoc on my liver. Thursday night we reunited with a friend from elementary school who happens to live about 30 minutes away.
Me and Kels!
Friday we spent the day recovering and running some wedding errands before a nice dinner at Outback and an intense game of Apples to Apples. You know...the usual.

Saturday we got to Atlanta around 3 and started getting ready for the evening. We hit up happy hour at the hotel bar, ate dinner at the Bucket Shop, mingled with some senior citizens at Johnny's Hideaway, and finished the night off at Five Paces Inn.
 Me, Kelsey and Jackie
 Me and Maid of Honor!
 The group...with Webster, our fabulous server.
 Me and Megan at Johnny's Hideaway...

So I would say our night in Buckhead was pretty successful. And I was SOOOO close to Annahita but didn't have time to say "hi." Sad face.

Also, I hung out with Tribble.

Excitement in Aiken ▲

Wednesday, February 15



So, back on Jan. 30th, the new (and only) Cracker Barrel in Aiken opened up. On Saturday, Mike and I finally made our way over there. As you can imagine, it's been a MAD HOUSE.

Naturally, I got all dolled up in my Saturday best. It was a Kodak moment in the front yard.
Clearly my Saturday best means unwashed hair, and if you saw me from behind you'd know those jeans needed to spend a few minutes in the dryer. I hate when I get saggy-butt.
 I saw this card and had to take a picture for Annahita and Ollie! Did you get hit by cupid's arrow yesterday?

Lifeless ▲

Monday, February 13



You know what gets me excited these days? When Staples delivers new filing goodies to the office so that I can get organized for the next pageant season.

And when I find a way to re-purpose an old ottoman to hold the bed's throw pillows...


I am officially no longer in college...

In other news, I'm going to see my Mama this weekend!

I have a confession ▲

Friday, February 10



I use the Thesaurus. A lot.

I do so many things during the day, from waking up and getting dressed, to feeding the animals, and then getting from the house, into my car, and out of the driveway without hitting Mikes truck (more than once)...it's a miracle I make it to work alive and generally on time. You'll have to forgive me if I'm not consistently exploding with new words to use. Although I like to think I boast a fairly broad vocabulary. (Raise your hand if you think the word "boast" is overplayed).

People poke fun at those who (whom?...I don't effing know...) are moderately dependent on the synonyms feature in Microsoft Word, and you know what? I don't hate it. And I use it. Often. I'm all about right clicking and finding a better way to say what I'm tryna say...knowhatImean?

Now, I'm NOT endorsing turning in a paper to your professor made up entirely of words that you are unable to define. That's ridiculous. But so is using the word "excellent" 45 times in the same paragraph.

Let's move on. I have NO idea where this train of thought came from. I LIKE SYNONYMS.

I spent $220 at PetSmart on Thursday on flea medicine ALONE. Not on any cute toys or anything like that. I bought 6 months of K9 Advantix for Bella and 3 months each of Frontline Plus for Buffalo and Moose. I need to buy stock in that crap. OUTRAGEOUS.

This stupid plastic keychain saved me a whopping 15 cents. I wasted my ink filling out the "application" so that they can send my animals birthday cards because I don't get enough junk mail already. THANKS FOR NOTHING PETSMART.
While we're talking about my money-guzzling pets, here are some pictures of Moose being adorbs:
Does she or does she not look like she is the feline version of a trucker? THAT BIG OL' BELLAYYYY.

Happy Friday, Y'all.

Trying and Failing ▲

Thursday, February 9



You guys, I like REALLY want to be a runner.

I am so envious of those people who consider themselves runners. The people who enjoy getting up at the break of dawn, lacing up those sneakers, and setting out before the rooster crows to burn some good old fashioned calories. I WISH I could do that.

But the painful truth is that I would much rather stay snuggled up in bed with my kitties all up in my face than brave the 6:00 AM roads or smell a stranger's arm pit at the gym, just so that I can fit into a smaller size pair of jeans.

Don't get me wrong. I'm lying to your face. I'd LOVE to fit my 42 inch hips into a size small bikini by this summer, but girlfriends, that just ain't gunna happen.
The point is, I try. I try and try and then I stop trying. And then I start trying a little bit, but then I realize how bad trying sucks, and how much I really HATE running. Why do people like running? What appeals to ANYONE about running? It sucks. Running literally sucks. (I apologize for using "literally" in this context) It sucks out all my energy. I think it even sucks out tiny pieces of my lungs, little by little, through my pores.
I am destined to be a compulsive over eater with giant hips and a deep seated aversion to most forms of exercise for the rest of my life. How lucky is Mike?

Herrroooo? ▲

Tuesday, February 7



I feel like my brain has been in a million places at once recently, and NONE of those places has been the blogosphere! I miss you so, blog land! =(

Work is busy. And as much as I love having something to do every day when I'm at the office, I hate being exhausted when I come home. I hate being grouchy. I hate not wanting to blog.

On Sunday, Mike and I went on a day date. He took me to Macaroni grill where we ordered some delish tapas and some not so delish brick oven pizzas. I think "tapas" is fun to say, but the obese child in me that hates to share thinks they are a STUPID concept.
I love bread dipped in olive oil!!! Lezbehonest...I love all bread. I love all carbs. Give me anything that's bad for me.
 I discovered that they make FSU vanity plates for South Carolina, so when I register my car here in SC I can get Florida State tags! I was literally having a crisis about this. I love my FSU plates and would feel incomplete without them.
I know this is blurry...cry fest. But speaking of South Carolina, I met Shaq Rolland, AKA Mr. Football. He's a pretty big deal to the Gamecock fans that I am constantly surrounded by. I actually did get an unblurry pic with him, but I was mid sentence and my mouth looked all fuglified. Here is a Photoshopped version...
Gotta do what you gotta do.

BACK! ▲

Thursday, February 2



Oh my gosh you guys. I just ADORE my Alabama girls. All of the contestants and their parents are so gracious and kind hearted. The weekend was an absolute blast - I cannot even begin to explain how happy we are with our two new titleholders.

As promised, here are some photos from the weekend -
 Our two outgoing titleholders, Rae and Maddie.
If you need any gym motivation, here's a photo of Katherine. Not only did she win the swimsuit award, she is also our new Miss Alabama USA.
 Katherine and Me
Me and Peyton.

I adore them both. =) How was your weekend?

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