Happy St. Patricks Day!

Saturday, March 16, 2013

The only thing keeping me going right now is Flogging Molly on Pandora,
and a Bloody Mary.
I'm struggling a bit at the moment and the drunkards running around my neighborhood
keep reminding me I need to hurry up and get downtown to see the green river and all that jazz.

So I'm not going to say anymore, instead I'll let Sarah takeover.

When I asked her if we could talk about St. Patricks Day stuff this was her response,
"Well I am a heavy drinker, burn easily,
 and am Irish so I see no reason to object to anything St. Pattys related!"
So yeah, I think you'll like her.

PS- make sure and check out this post before you fill out your March Madness bracket.

1. Describe your blog in three words. 

Funny, Glittery, Supercalifragilisticexpiali-Dope-shit!

2. St. Patricks Day is tomorrow, how do you plan on celebrating?

I heard Snoop Dogg is in Dallas on Saturday. Or Snoop Lion I think it is now? Or Lion Snoop? Or Puff Daddy? Or PDiddy? These kids and their music.
I dunno, maybe go to the Home Depot if there is time. I'm not sure there will be enough time.

3. Have any funny stories from St. Pats of the past?

Whoa! Hard one. Those blackouts really get in the way of great memories. Thankfully, roommates are there to get me through those foggy times.

There was one St. Patty's day where my roommate had a boy over. And by boy I mean he is now a famous professional athlete. No joking with this.
Well, I drank too much and sometimes when that happens I have been known to sleep walk.
Well they are in her room with the door closed doing what college kids do (knitting I'm sure)
And apparently I open the door, walk in and sit on the edge of her bed in silence.
About 5 seconds later (this is a very long time if you are my naked roommate and her professional athlete) I just go, "Hey." Then get up and walk out.
Said pro athlete then turns to my roomie and asks if I do that often. Her reply was of course, NEVER!
Well, I then decided to do it again. Precisely the exact same scenario went down about 5 minutes later, I said "hey," sat there a bit longer, then finally got up and let them have their space.
After all that, he couldn't even get motivated to knit with her anymore.

4. You're a huge sports fan, have you always been this way?

Totally. I grew up playing basketball, softball, tennis, volleyball, beer pong, etc. In 5th grade, I wore the same minor league Richmond Braves Chipper Jones free tshirt with ticket purchase tee to school every single day. I dated a baseball player and didn't have many girlfriends in high school (I wonder why? Surely not the Chipper tshirt?) thus, I was always hanging with dudes, so my motto was if you can't beat em, join em!

Once I got to college I joined a sorority, then lost the Chipper t-shirt (totally kidding I changed out of that days before joining the sorority) On game day, I realized my girlfriends had NO IDEA what was going on during our football games. They just cheered when everyone else cheered. It was when my best friend jumped up and down for a Florida touchdown that I knew I'd have to find new friends err… I mean teach them the rules in ways that not only didn't bore them, but made sense.

5. You have your own design shop, tell us a little about it.

I do! I just moved to Dallas for a job offer I couldn't turn down and I know absolutely no one here. So I have an enormous amount of free time for side projects when I'm not sleep walking, like blog design! It is so fun to me. For my day job, I market to middle aged men who like to hunt and fish -- not a lot of need for glitter in this field but I'm not giving up hope. I use my design studio, Social&Chic, as a release for my glitter obsession!


My Dog Hates Puppies

Thursday, March 14, 2013

I've really done the best I can to try and raise a well rounded,
intelligent, kind,
young dog.
Back in the day when I worked 8-5 (I don't know how I ever did but I did)
I only hired the best dog walkers and pet sitters.
I made sure he was surrounded only by others that I felt would have a good influence on him.
As a young puppy, I would start off each and everyday by telling him
you is smart 
you is kind 
you is important.
So how I wonder, how did I end up with this smart mouthed teenager?

He does what he wants. When he wants. How he wants.
And makes no apologies for it.
He's back to insisting we go on at least ten walks a day.
Five of which must be off-leash.
Pretty soon I think he's going to start asking me to wear the leash.
Who am I kidding. I already do...

When I tell him it's time to get up in the morning,
this is the look I get.
He doesn't get up.

When I ask him to help out with simple chores,
such as washing the sheets and making the bed, this is what he does.

 I think he's just going through a phase.
Chris says I need to stop "coddling" him and giving into all of his demands.
Easy for him to say, he gets to go play at work everyday with real life adults while I'm stuck at home all day conversing with a two and a half year old dog.
So yeah, sometimes when I'm trying to get my own work done and Harlow's whining at the top of his lungs staring at his treat jar it's just easier to give him another filet mignon bite.
It shuts him up. Sue me.
I think he ate a total of 37 filet bites yesterday.
That would probably explain why he pooped out a NY Strip today.
TMI. Sorry.

I haven't even mentioned the worst part of Harlow's new attitude problem.
He's decided he hates puppies.
Like really hates them. No joke.
If I see a puppy at the park we have to walk the other way or Harlow will get super pissed.
He growls at them. He glares at them. Once he even tried to bite a sweet little lab pup.
I was humiliated.
Because everyone looked at me like I was some awful dog owner who raised the vain Vizsla who can't stand other dogs who are
a. younger than him and b. cuter than him.

When I scolded him at home for trying to eat the puppy he just covered his eyes
and yelled at me to get out.

Things are getting bad.
For him and I.
I just wrote an entire post about make believe conversations I have with my dog.
And on that note I need to go find some human interaction.

But seriously, he is super mean to puppies.
Does anyone else have this problem with their dog?
Or is Harlow just a total Naomi Campbell?


5 Things I'm Going to Stop Worrying About

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Given that I work from home, spend far too much time with just my dog,
and am finally brave enough to proudly consider myself a writer,
I spend a lot of time in my head. Maybe more so than others, I'm not sure,
(it's been awhile since I've hung out in someone else's head.)
This means I'm a thinker. I'm not claiming to be a profound thinker by any means,
it just means I think/analyze/wonder/dream/worry a lot.

But right now, I'm choosing to stop worrying about a few things.
Five to be exact.

1. The Future (easier said than done.)
Que sera sera, right?
At age twenty five I am constantly wondering what I'm going to do with my life,
where I'm going to go,
how I'm going to make it... And it's exhausting.
Sometimes I just need to let go and let it be.
Again, easier said than done, but I'm still gonna try.

2. Nail beds.
(Some of my worries are less serious than others.)
I have terrible cuticles and I just need to accept it. I don't necessarily bite my nails,
but I love to tear/pick/chew at everything that surrounds them.
It's disgusting.
But I've noticed I'm not alone in this struggle. Nail picking is peoples go-to activity.
I notice it everywhere. On the bus, in my class, at the store,
everyone is always going to town on their nail beds.
So rather than beating myself up about this nasty little habit I should just try to capitalize on it,
like maybe invent an app like Angry Birds only called Angry Nails.
I'll get back to you on this one.

3. Buying a house.
I wonder how people felt bad about this one prior to Facebook?
I'm really good about not comparing my life to others (except Emma Stone's)
but for whatever reason, this one really gets to me.
Every time I see a new photo of a house with a for sale sign in the yard and a happy couple,
my heart drops a little and I think oh shit, I'm behind.
But whatever, I am behind so be it.
Chris and I chose Chicago over a house. Might not make sense to most, but for us I think it's exactly where we're supposed to be.

4. Blogging.
I'm not going to stop blogging, I'm going to stop worrying about blogging.
Within these last few months of having some extra time on my hands,
I've really jumped into the blogosphere full on.
For the most part it's been great, but like anything it also has its downsides.
With too much time to think about blogging, I've done just that, thought way too much about it.
Rather than having this just as an outlet to write as I originally intended,
I became a little obsessed with all of the other facets of blogging.
Sponsorships, followers, giveaways, stats, blah blah blah.
But when you care about something so much I don't think it's necessarily a bad thing to become a bit obsessed with it, for me personally I just realized it started to suck the fun out of it.
So after March I'm trying to get back to the basics.
Back to the good old fashioned posts, less sponsor spots, less giveawsays, ext.
{However that being said if someone still offers to send me a really cool product to write about you bet your ass I'm gonna take them up on it.}
I'm only human.

5. Gym time.
As fun as it was to pretend I was a Fit Girl during their week of cheap classes,
I'm not.
I'm not a fit girl. I'm not a gym girl.
 I'm a take my dog on walks and just be active when I can kind of girl.
So as of now I'm going to stop worrying about the fact I don't work out, or belong to a gym,
and probably never will.
(Until they offer cheap classes again.)

And that's that.
What do you need to stop worrying about?

Chris's appendix wound decided to rebel today and turn itself into a ball full of poison so we've spent the last five hours in E.R. again.
It was fun.
Note to nurses, even if you're trying to be funny, never tell a patient
"you're gonna feel a lot more than that, we're gonna torture you."
It just wasn't the right time.

I need a vacation right now. Anyone else?