Hello 1990s!

Boone is such a beautiful place in the Summer. Although it is approaching 80 degrees, the wind makes it the perfect temperature. I can't imagine a place I would rather be in the summer months than this amazing town (the winter months are a completely different story).

On my day off I decided to run a few errands. And instead of driving, I decided to be eco-friendly and walk instead. This not only helps the environment, but it also promotes a healthier lifestyle for yours truly.

And what did I wear on my adventure around town? An honest Boone outfit consisting of: a headband, air-dried hair, graphic tee, neon shorts, side bag (of course), and these puppies...

So yes, I did just bring these back. Not only do they provide ultra comfort, but let's face it people, these are a hot ticket item. And if anyone is stylin' and profilin' in Boone, it's me.

It's Now or Never

I have met my true love. We bonded Saturday night over a conversation that emerged due to the fact that I had toilet paper stuck to my shoe. What can I say, I have always been so graceful. After a quick exchange of numbers, I was off to sit on top of rooftops.

After a few days of texting (which is my preferred method of communicating), my dream-boat and I decided we would get lunch today. However, this presented numerous obstacles. First and foremost, I don't necessarily remember his name. I know it is either Alex or John (maybe Steven), and I am utterly incapable of recalling what he looked like. Give me a break people, it was dark when I met him and approaching 2 am.

So I did what any other girl does, I asked my friends for their support. After getting a brief description of what they thought he looked like, I agreed to meet this mystery man. Until today. At 11: 33 I backed out on our "meeting" (a date involves a meal that doesn't have an option of a lunch combo). So in this fight or flight scenario, I decided to fly.

Rather than dealing with the awkwardness that comes along with getting to know someone new, I decided to conveniently 'be sick for the day'.  What is wrong with me? I meet a guy who has all the qualities I look for:

1. He was tall. This is one instance where I like when people look down on me.

2. He was sober. I like a guy who will be able to take care of me if duty calls.

3. He is college educated. I've run into some issues here in my previous dating life.

4. His job involves two of my favorite activities; drinking and dancing. And no, I was not initially attracted to him because he worked in a bar.

Regardless, all of these benefits still weren't enough for me to meet with him today. I guess my mom was right, George should be the only boy in my life. I'm starting to question her motives for the purchase of George in the beginning.

I'm Human Again

Due to a very eventful weekend, the Blackberry has finally had it. Numerous 'drops' of my beloved phone have led to her ultimate demise. And although the replacement phone I have now is nowhere near what I had before, I'm not really in a position to be too picky.

After an agonizing two days without a cellular device, I have returned to civilization. Although the ordeal was short-lived, my time without a phone led me to an enlightenment of sorts. I now realize that I do not need a phone to live, I do not necessarily have to text every minute of the day, and mobile uploads of George can wait...

Honestly, if you thought I was serious, that last comment should have re-directed your suspicions. If anything, my time without a phone showed me how utterly incapable I would have been living in a time when this type of technology was just a dream. And even though my temporary phone isn't as 'smart' as I would like it to be, at least I don't have to deal with this guy's issues...

 

Recently, I have begun to reflect on how I was as a teenager. After coming into contact with this subgroup on a regular basis in my job profession, I began to think back on my youthful days. Not that I am ancient now, but in a sense, more mature.

I think of my teenage angst only a few short years ago. And angst is an understatement. I was a horrid child at times.  Undoubtedly, I thought I had the world figured out and I was simply waiting for everyone else to catch up with me. My poor mother.

This realization, and the fact that it was just Mother's Day, led me to the conclusion that my mother is simply a saint. I mean this in the literal sense, not in a facetious way. Without her guidance and constant support, there is no telling what my present status would look like. Time and time (and time and time and time......) again my mother had the patience to deal with my issues and once again, set me in the right direction.

This also led me to question my ability to parent. If I am anything like my mother, there will be no worries. However, it's obvious we haven't seen eye to eye a few (or countless) times. Although this could be due to the fact that these squabbles occurred in my prime, there is still that possibility that I won't be able to live up to this standard my mother has set in place.

In the end, my appreciation for my mother continues to grow substantially. If you are lucky enough to have your mother in your life, you should tell her this everyday. Although Mother's Day is a special day set aside during the year, the appreciation for your mother should never go unnoticed. Plus, if I am ever worried about my potential to mother, I am always able to drop the children off at grandma's.

I love you dearly Mom and am thankful for you not only on Mother's Day, but everyday!

A Generation of Bloggers

Recently, I was told that I am among the "blogging generation".  The generation that believes the world desires to hear what they have to say.  It's not that I feel that the world wants to hear my opinions; Rather, they need to hear my opinions.

I consider myself an expert in life (afterall, I have had 23+ years of experience now).  I am a relationship guru, an expert in the flavored vodka field, and an avid reality-tv observer.  In essence, if I could dream up the perfect job, it would be doing something Chelsea Handler or Joel McHale does. Absolutely nothing.

Realistically, no I don't know everything (big surprise there).  However, I do enjoy reading about others who think they have it figured out because it makes me realize how far off the mark I really am.  I also like this blogging aspect because it gives me something else to do when I am tired of online shopping.

As the school year has come to an end I will have ample amount of time to blog. So, sorry "mystery-person-who-gave-me-this-tidbit-of-information-that-the-world-doesn't-care-what-I-have-to-say" ;) I plan to keep blogging because, deep down, I know you love hearing about what goes on in this tiny brain of mine.

My New Ob$e$$ion

As if I needed something else to fantasize about... I found something truly extraordinary. Couponing. That's right, cutting coupons is the new "thing" right now.

Couponing appeals to me for a plethora of reasons, and no one reason stands out above another; they are all equally as enticing. This new obsession spawned from a new television show (imagine that!) that follows the lives of dedicated couponing machines. They have this stuff down to a science. This is the first reason it is so appealing -- the numbers involved.

I am a freak of nature. Some of you may have numerous thoughts running through your mind when I say this, but I am referring to my weird obsession with doing math. I am always calculating something. Whether it's a discount in a retail store, the amount of debt I have accrued over my college career, or how much I will make on my next paycheck, I love counting. Couponing is my calling in this regard. I could methodically clip and save at the same time. My dream come true!

The second reason it draws me in deals with the fact that it gives me something to do with my free time. I am painfully aware of the amount of free time I have. Although the school work never ends, it inevitably gets put off anyway. Needless to say, there is only one week left and then I will be left with.... well, George. When did I stop having fun?

Couponing will also take my mind off of the fact that I am old. Not just a little old, but a lot old. I just created a Twitter (welcome to the 21st century). I wake up early. I go to bed early. I stopped drinking 4Loko's (at least for the time being).

Let's just hope this is all just a temporary growth stunt in my "fun" genes. A bad hoarding habit and an intense couponing obsession could lead to some serious trouble...

Once again, I am doggedly writing another paper that is due in about 4 hours. I can't tell you why I choose to start everything so late, but I can tell you that it (more or less) always gets done. It's just so hard to write a paper when it's so nice outside (or when you're blogging). It's also hard to think about anything with visions of this hush-puppy running through my brain...

 I have to have this. All of my friends are getting new cars, shouldn't I indulge myself into an upgrade of the Silver Bullet? Why not.. With the rate I'm going (and another 5 years of school left), I guess a little more debt wouldn't hurt. Curiosity did kill the cat....

Hey, where's George!