meh.

Today at lunch:

Random woman talking to her friend: "Look at her sitting in that car! The windows are all rolled up! The car doesn't look like it's running either!"

Me (panicked): "A DOG?!"

Random woman (panic rising): "No, an old lady!" 

Me: "Oh she's fine."

Exit Alli.

"Whenever someone describes themselves as a taxpayer, they're about to be an asshole."

Absolutely heavenly...

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Back by Popular Demand...

Know what I realized today? 

I realized that over the last year (maybe 14 months), I've grown up a lot. And not even on purpose...

Let's start at the beginning: I was coming out of a breakup and didn't know if I was on foot or on horseback (thank you, Dad, for the expression). I was just focusing on getting through the day with no major breakdowns. The summer came and I started dating here and there and building up a bit more confidence. Fall came and I went on an amazing vacation with my parents where I spent a lot of time on my own, thinking and reflecting (and sunning). 

I joined a dating website and met a few great people, and though none were meant to be "the one", I enjoyed a lot of new adventures with them. In November I reconnected with an old friend named Lindsey who I have a blast with, and who introduced me to a lot of new, fun, amazing, kind people.

 I spent another magical Christmas with my family where my nephew started talking and saying things like, "Oh yeah!" after everything. I got through a New Years without thinking I had to get dressed up and drunk and make fancy resolutions. I spent it with one of my best friends, Betsy, watching a movie. 

In March I joined a gym and started taking a little better care of myself. Because I wanted to - not because I thought a guy would like me better if I said I was a gym-goer. Now I go 3 times a week and love it more than I ever though I could.

In May I spent my birthday in my favorite place with some of my favorite people.

My other best friend, Lacy, just moved back to St. Louis from New York, and we get to plan a wedding for her, and later this summer, Betsy will welcome a beautiful baby boy into the world. 

Don't worry, I know more than anyone that once you start to realize how good things are going, something terrible will ultimately happen... so I'm going to stay cautiously yet immensely grateful for the past year of growth. 

  On wards and upwards loves...

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I Am Sher-Locked

It's official, I'm obsessed, and if you haven't seen any of the series then you're pretty much dead to me.

Just. Watch. It.

The acting is superb, the writing is on par with Aaron Sorkin (fast, witty and brilliant), and looking at Benedict Cumberbatch is okay too, I guess.

"Round & round the garden, like a teddy bear!"

The only sad thing is that each series only has 3 episodes, and they're all an hour and a half long, and there are only 3 series released so far. And they take like 2 years in between each series! So who knows when the 4th one will come out?!

And for those of you who don't think B.C. is handsome based off of this post, just look at this picture of him and try to tell me he's not a tall British god the likes of which this generation has never seen...

zing

The last time I was really a "gym member" was back in college when that was part of staying social as a Greek Life member. That was back in 2005-2006 when it was still okay to wear these kinda shorts:

(Read: these are not my legs)

and any old t-shirt. I thought that this was still acceptable gym attire when I joined a gym this past February.

Somewhere in the last 8 or 9 years though, some sort of bull shit happened in the gym world, where now what you wear there is a big flippin' deal. If you're not wearing head-to-toe, skin tight yoga gear then GET OUT. If your hair isn't in a perfect pony tail and your cheeks aren't bronzed to the point of perfection then just LEAVE YOUR FAT ASS AT HOME.

So I showed up to the gym wearing my stupid shorts (in February, mind you - I blinded them with my pasty white thighs) and a Chi Omega t-shirt circa 2004 and started out on the elliptical. As I looked around me I was horrified to see that every other female in the gym looked a LOT different than I did. Forget about the fact that I was on setting 2 and they were on 12, I'm talking about the fact that they were wearing clothes that cost more than my work clothes. That jacket from Lululemon that girl was sporting? $168 big ones. The Under Armor capri pants she's got on? $99. Don't worry you guys I checked. 

They also all had just done their make up and they didn't have a hair out of place. It was like working out with female robots all around me. Beautiful, well dressed machines in the one place I thought it was socially acceptable to be in public looking somewhat gross.

Well shit! 

Screw it I quit.


at least i tried.