Wednesday, March 27, 2013


This morning I attended a lecture entitled “You Matter!” It was basically about internal growth and accomplishing your goals.

During his speech, Sean Abbananto posed the question:

“Do we hang out with people that celebrate us or tolerate us?”

Wow, I thought. I’ve spent a lot of time around people that make me feel tolerated rather than celebrated.

Like high school: As a teenager, I was very insecure about what others thought of me and I never felt like I truly fit in. I tried to get in with the “cool kids” and rarely got noticed. I had a couple of “friends” in my show choir but again, I felt somewhat invisible. Even a few kids at my church made me feel unworthy.

I constantly felt venerable to other people’s opinions. I had two friends in high school that really celebrated me. Everyone else, well they were tolerable.  

I think most teenagers go through these emotions. It’s a part of life.

A couple of days ago I mentioned that in high school, I enjoyed the company of my family more than my peers. I think it’s because I always felt celebrated by my family. I could be myself and not worry about what they would think. They loved me unconditionally.


On the flip side, how many people have I “tolerated?”

Can I honestly say that I strive to make my friends and acquaintances feel celebrated every day?


I’m not perfect, I am selfish and sometimes I forget to treat others the way I want to be treated.

Life is hard. No matter what age you are, your problems are REAL. Your insecurities are REAL. Facing them is easier when you are surrounded by people that lift you up rather than tear you down.

So, I just want to take a few seconds to celebrate my friends.

You lift me up. You accept me. You give me the confidence to be my true self. You love me unconditionally. You make me feel normal. But most of all, you make me happy. I love you!



My beautiful sorority sisters, SLAM!


Susan and Brooke

RDR girls! I love you all!

And to all of you who read my blog, you make me feel so loved. You lift me up. You accept me. You give me the confidence to be my true self. Your comments make me so happy!

Thanks for sticking around!


Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Old Soul

This morning I read two different blog posts in which the author mentioned something about an “old soul.” (1,2) For some reason that phrase got my attention.

Do you ever sit back and assess your personality? I mean really, do you ever think about what it is that makes you you?

I would definitely categorize myself as an old soul.

Here’s why:

As a toddler, I was in love with Billy Ray Cyrus (I was even pulled up on stage once).

At four years old, my favorite song was Whitney Houston’s “I will always love you.” It’s been one of my favorite songs ever since. (I may or may not have cried when she died).

In pre-school (I know it was pre-school because I have pictures to prove it) I loved to wear my tops backwards. My grandmother made me several outfits where the top would tie in the back; I liked the tie to be in the front because it would show off my stomach.

Correct way to wear the top (tie in back)...look at my Bub! Isn't he cute!
Tie in front...smh.
(This is a different material but it's the same pattern).
Tie in front...Look at my Bub again! Awe.
I started shaving my legs (behind my mother’s back) in the fourth grade.

I’ve worn makeup every day since sixth grade.

We have home videos of my nine year old self criticizing my mother’s parenting skills. Referring to my baby sister, I ask: “Are you really going to let her do that?”

In high school I painted my walls hunter green and slept under a maroon floral comforter (FLORAL? I was an odd child).

I’ve loved being in control (read: bossy) since before I can remember.

I’d rather listen to show tunes than any other genre of music. (Imagine my horror when my trainer picked up my iPod to play some music during our workout…yeah he wasn’t crazy about Barbara Streisand).

Barbara Streisand is my favorite.

I love putting on my pajamas at 4 o’clock in the afternoon.

Staying up past midnight is nearly impossible.

I wear pantyhose to work (It is a work policy, but now I feel naked without them).

My MOTHER says I dress conservatively.

Did I mention that in comparison to my grandpa (Hi poppa!), I am the more conservative one? (When it comes to politics and such).

I would rather play board games with my family than go out to a club.

Come to think of it, in high school I spent most of my weekends with my family instead of going “out.”

My freshman year of college was a little crazy but the last three years were spent studying and being a hermit. I hardly ever went out and I rarely drank.

Speaking of being a hermit, I am terrified of dating. I wish I could skip the whole thing; all the small talk, the who pays for dinner? Why did I say that!? Should I text him? Or should I wait? What if he thinks I’m a clinger?  Sometimes I wonder if I’m meant to be a single old lady like the Golden Girls. 

Let’s be honest, they were pretty awesome.

What about you? How would you categorize yourself?
Are you an old soul?
Or are you young at heart?

Friday, March 15, 2013

March Birchbox

It's hard to believe that I've had my Birchbox subscription for nearly two years now, and I still love it!

If you haven't jumped on the Birchbox train, you can learn more here.

March's box didn't disappoint .  I was pretty happy with everything they sent me!

Here's what I got:

Madewell nail file
Whish Shave Cream
Serge Normant Meta Revive Dry Shampoo
Caldrea Body Lotion
Incoco Design nail applique

I'm not sure about the nail stickers, I might have to re-gift those...but everything else is right up my alley!

If you want a Birchbox of your own, click here! (you deserve it!)

Happy Friday!

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Book Review: Gone Girl

Well folks, I have officially fallen off the face of the earth. Life has been really really busy. The past month has been filled with three trips: one business &two pleasure, a terrible allergic reaction in which I ended up in the ER where I met a cute doctor who happens to be the brother of one of my dear friends. I couldn’t possibly begin to describe the horror I felt as he asked me (and I quote) “pull down your pants so I can take a look at that rash.” I still haven’t recovered from that one (the embarrassment, not the rash. The rash is gone. Thank God ).
Let’s see, what else have I been up to…
Work is amazing right now. I’m having so much fun. We are entering our busy season and it has absolutely consumed me.
I've been looking into buying a house. I even attended a class for first time home buyers. It's a little scary and I’m not sure if I’m ready to take the plunge but I’m in the process of figuring it all out.
So with all the traveling and the allergic reaction and work and dreaming about owning my own home, somehow this blog slipped through the cracks.
Anyway, enough about me!
I read a really good book and I wanted to tell you about it! It’s called Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn.
Gone Girl is unlike any book I’ve ever read. I must warn you, it’s dark, really dark. However, you won’t be able to put it down. The book was slow to start but DON’T GIVE UP. It gets good.
I began to type a summery for you, but then I found this one on amazon and decided to share it: 
"On the day of their fifth wedding anniversary, Nick's wife Amy disappears. There are signs of struggle in the house and Nick quickly becomes the prime suspect -but passages from Amy's diary reveal the alpha-girl perfectionist could have put anyone dangerously on edge. Under mounting pressure from the police and the media—as well as Amy’s fiercely doting parents—the town golden boy parades an endless series of lies, deceits, and inappropriate behavior. Nick is oddly evasive, and he’s definitely bitter—but is he really a killer?
Calling Gone Girl a psychological thriller is an understatement. As revelation after revelation unfolds, it becomes clear that the truth does not exist in the middle of Nick and Amy's points of view; in fact, the truth is far more dark, more twisted, and more creepy than you can imagine. Gone Girl is masterfully plotted from start to finish and the suspense doesn't waver for one page. It's one of those books you will feel the need to discuss immediately after finishing because the ending doesn't just come; it punches you in the gut."
I love the line “the ending doesn't just come; it punches you in the gut.” I couldn’t have said it better myself.  If you read this book, please please let me know what you think!
As always, I’ve come up with my “dream cast.”
Nick: Ryan Phillippe
Amy: Kristen Bell
Happy Reading!