Guilty Pleasures - #GuiltyTotalSocial
5 on Friday: Current Obsessions beyond JTT
…I’m still holding out hope.
Dierks’ “Drunk on a Plane!”
Turn up your speakers. Even if you’re at work. Put it on repeat. Now start dancing!
Friday Weddings! {And a Saturday off!}
Which is exactly where I am right now. As a wedding planner in June, it’s rare to have a day off. Especially a Saturday! I’m PUMPED. {Albeit I do have plenty of prep work to do for Sunday’s event on Saturday - the point is that I can sleep in!} Cross your fingers and do an anti-rain dance for me though. I have an outdoor ceremony today and an outdoor 90th birthday celebration on Sunday.
Wrist Tattoos.
But I’m not allowed to get one. Yes, I’m thirty. Yes, I said “I’m not allowed.”
My folks have this super lame rule that if my sister or I get a tattoo, even an itty bitty one, we will lose all of our inheritance. I’ve asked to see their proof via their will numerous times to confirm said rule. They’ve yet to produce it. But with the amount of rental properties they own, dare I risk a semi-hefty inheritance years from now? Is it worth the gamble?
Hypothetically, I skip town and get a tattoo. What would I get, you ask?
I’m leaning towards the word breathe. With a watercolor splatter mark.
And /slash/ Or my grandmother’s signature.
Do you have a tattoo? Did you folks care?
Clean eating.
I’m leading another group Whole30 Challenge next month!
#2catsWhole30
If you’ve never done it, it’s an amazing experience in restarting your eating habits. For 30 days you give up dairy, grains, beans and legumes, booze, and processed/added sugars. Basically you eat a lot of veggies, fruit, meat and fish. It’s so much easier to do with a group, for the emotional support beyond the doors of Chipotle. To help you out, I create a weekly meal plan with a ton of my favorite recipes. If you’re interested in the deets or you want to get on the mailing list - hit me up! We are starting on July 16. This gives you enough to time celebrate the fourth of July, as well as my sister’s birthday. The more the merrier!
Orange is the New Black.
Did I tell you that one of my friends and I took off work last Monday for an #OITNB marathon day? We only made it through the first five episodes, as we needed time to chit-chat and time to prepare our orange foods and decor.
We had mimosas, orange soda, orange veggies to dip in semi-orange hummus, orange chocolate, orange tictacs, orange sweet potato fries, orange tomatoes, and steak. {All the salmon was sold out.}
We even wrapped up with a couple bowls of orange sherbet. Needless to say, my newly lactose and gluten intolerant body quickly rejected the sherbet, and put an end to our relaxing afternoon of lounging.
I’m pretty sure that whenever I pay hookie from work in the future, a theme will be mandatory.
Are you a #OITNB fan? Have you finished binge watching season 2 yet?
That’s it today friends! If you’re stopping by from the linkup, please leave a comment below! I absolutely love meeting new bloggers! Have a wonderful weekend y’all!
It’s friday! Of course I’m linking up with April {A.Liz Adventures}, Christina {North Carolina Charm}, Darci {The Good Life}, and Natasha {Hello! Happiness} for Five on Friday!
For the love of an inheritance - I still want to get a tattoo!
Until next time…
Hi, My name is Susan, and I’m a Personifier.
Let me preface this post by saying that names were not changed to protect the identity of my belongings.
You see, here’s my problem. I personify just about everything I own. As a kid, I named each and every single one of my bazillion stuffed animals. And if you put me in a room with them (or in my parents’ attic with them) I’ll bet you money that I can recall all of their first and last names. And their back stories. And their favorite hobbies. I blame my attention to detail and my love for creativity. It’s pathetic and it’s a problem.
I name just about everything that I own:
My house = The Big GreenHouse
My iMac = Pearl
My MacBookPro = Oyster
My Jeep = Lorelai
My Prius = Pretty Prius Penelope
The stuffed bear that I’ve had since 11th grade = Booger
My DSLR = Snaps
Our blender = Katrina
Our toaster oven = Frank
My husband’s car = Mr Accordian
No seriously. As an adult who is about to turn 30, I see this as a huge problem. And probably the reason I am on the verge of becoming a TLC reality show special. As it seems, once I name something, it becomes part of the family. Which is why, yes, at the age of 29 years and 357 days old, I’m ashamed to announce that I still sleep with Booger. The problem is that when I give something a name, I am also giving it a personality. And then it breaks my heart to part with him or her. {Not so much the toaster or the blender though… those were just used for blog-exaggeration purposes. However, they do prefer to go by Katrina and Frank. Kiddddding.}
Ramblings aside, I’m getting to my point: Pretty Prius Penelope has to find a new home. A new home that can fix her issues. Given the option, I would send Frank or Katrina packing. Lucky for them, neither have repair costs in the multi-thousand dollar range.
So I’m afraid that it’s time for my beloved, bright red, hybrid car to go to CarMax. I bought her used about a year and a half ago. I’m the kind of person who gets a car and keeps it forever. Which only makes this situation even more unhappy. Despite her needed repairs - she’s been a perfect car. But the hubs has already threatened that I will never, ever, ever own another hybrid. Even if she gives me 54 mpg, I never have to have her key out of my purse to drive her, and the back of her lays completely flat making her the perfect vehicle for chloe and all my wedding gear.
We are picking her back up at the dealership tomorrow to take her home, clean out all my junk in her trunk, and take her to her CarMax appointment on Friday. Go ahead, call me crazy. I seriously don’t know why I attach myself to inanimate objects like this. (Although I do remember my mom saying goodbye to “Vanny” when it was time to trade him in…) I keep telling myself she it is just a car. She It does not have any feelings. She It will find a new, good home. Goodness! Can you imagine how I’m going to react when it comes time for Chloe or Rockie to leave me?!
By the spare chance that you actually care, I will keep you posted. But unless she magically fixes her issues or the dealership figures out how to fix her for less than the cost of a 3 week trip to Europe - I’m afraid it’s time to say goodbye.
So now that you think I’m absolutely cray… it’s time you confess. Have you named your vehicle? Do you become attached to your car? Or are you a weirdo like me, someone who has named random things around her house? Is this normal or should I be booking my summer vacay at an institution?
For the love of all 428 of named, childhood stuffed animals and my sick Pretty Prius!
Until next time… xxoo
24 and Chloe
First and fore most, before I begin my day, I feel like I need to just get this out:
Jack is Back!
The following blog post was written between 6:20 and 7:00AM.
Events occur in real time.
via fox.com
Holy guacamole! I cannot even begin to tell y’all how “eh” I was about the return of 24. Which was shocking to me. I was a tad bit concerned that maybe I was ill. Or even worse, maybe I am just getting too old to care about things like this. Why was I not over the moon about the return of a show that was our reason for living in college?!
Before people could even grasp the concept of watching Netflix until your eyes bleed, my college pals and I would hunt down 24 on DVD, then spend our weekends with Jack. It got bad. And by bad I mean totally awesome.
Our 24 TV time turned into themed parties. Katie and I made matching WWJD (what would jack do?) shirts. We bought cheap aviator glasses and even spray painted them gold so they were 100% Jack-Legit. We made cupcakes with hours of the day on them. Every hour Jack survived, we would eat that cuppie. We were THAT into this show. (Although, let’s be real. If you know me, you know I am a party planner - themed shindigs are kinda my thing. Apparently, I was destined to be an event planner.)
It’s been 7 years since I’ve watched 24. I knew the show was coming back. I mean, the hidden ticking-clock noises that played throughout the Super Bowl immediately sparked a fire deep down in me. There’s really something about that noise that just makes me feel like a rockstar. A rockstar that can fight off 25 bad guys, at one time, all by myself, with little to no sleep, one hand tied behind my back, and the other rocking a badass glock while Chloe is giving me play by play escape moves in my hidden ear piece.
And when I say Chloe, I mean my Chloe. Not Jack’s Chloe. My furry, blond border collie, Chloe.
Honestly, I don’t think I have ever confessed this to anyone. You will never look at me the same after I tell you this secret. From this point forth, I will forever be viewed as an absolute nerd. But here we go:
my Chloe was named after Jack’s Chloe.
Before you judge me, let me explain…
Actually, there’s really not much to explain. I was obsessed with this show and because she is a she, I couldn’t name her Jack or Bauer (or even Bow-er, yes, I went that far) so she is Chloe.
I’ve never had a border collie before Chloe. As it turns out, had she been the first dog blessed with opposable thumbs, she would be hacking my computer daily. She makes crazy quirky facial expressions quite similar to those of Chloe O’Brien. And that time when President Palmer entrusted me to protect the United States from terrorist attacks and rescue my daughter all in 24 freakin’ hours - Chloe was right there by my side. Okay, that last one may be a bit of stretch. Just a tad.
So to save face a little bit, it’s your turn to fess-up! How did you pick the name for your pets? What about your kids?! Any good stories there?
And to answer the questions that I know are just eating away at you… Yes, I watched 24 last night. Yes, it was awesome. Yes, I am re-hooked. And yes, I will be spending the next 6 days trying to find my W.W.J.D Shirt.
Let’s Go Wine Tasting On The Couch
The best part about people knowing you have a blog? They don’t really question you when you say “Hey, could you stop what you are doing and take a few pictures of me real quick?”
To call this shirt an utter gem doesn’t even begin to describe it’s glory.
It was a random find on pinterest a couple of weeks ago that I happily pinned it onto my “wish list” board. About 5 minutes after pinning it I decided it was something that I desperately needed and couldn’t wait and wish for Michael or my mom to accidentally find themselves surfing my pinterest wishlist… So I ordered it.
And I waited for the mailman to bring it to me.
And waited.
And wished.
And waited.
And then it arrived!!
I rushed into the house. Changed my clothes. Put on my pink Chucks. Grabbed my camera and asked Michael to snap a few pictures of me in the front yard.
I asked him to make me look like a fashion blogger.
Instead he made look like a goof ball with an awesome t-shirt.
I hopes of trying to show you my pink Chucks, I practically fell over in the yard. Pretty positive I need to get a bit more serious about reading the ‘fashion blogging for dummies’ book. And possibly yoga classes. And working out. Or maybe just make this my first and last high fashion post.
Do you want one of these too-cool-for-school shirts for yourself? You can find it here. {Although, I’m not sure if I would wear this to school… it really is too cool to wear to school as these days they seem to kick people out for anything referencing sex, drugs, and alcohol… wearer beware, this shirt will make you cool.}
At this point Tyra would be telling me to pack up my knives or whatever it is that she tells her contestants.
And with that, I’m going to head downstairs and pour a large glass of Trader Joes Liberty wine and enjoy my Friday night drinking wine on the couch!
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