So today is June 14, which means that in exactly 3 months I will be marrying my honey! I will not bore you will my wedding planning...it's going good. Good enough that I haven't had a xanax in about 2 weeks...actually, my prescription is out and I don't want to go to the doctor...
My honey is seriously O-VER the wedding planning crap. He finds it all pretty ridiculous and wishes we would have eloped. I'm kind of right there with him...until I remember that I LOVE to plan stuff and stress myself out beyond sanity! What girl doesn't?
Here's the thing, I was never that girl who dreamt of her wedding day and all that crap. Honestly, around 26 I had given up on marriage and figured I'd just adopt a few cats and be on my merry way to being the crazy cat lady.
Then Pinterest came along and my dream wedding began...much, much before marriage had ever even entered in my honey's mind...oh, and of course, my honey came along and that helped with the dream wedding planning...I could actually see someone at the end of the aisle, where before it was a blurr...usually a tall man in a gray suit, kind of blurr...my honey's not tall. I had it wrong.
One thing that really kind of irks me is that I have wanted my bridesmaids to wear navy blue for about 4 years. Like, before Pinterest. Now all these girls are all "oh, my girls are wearing navy and it's so cute...blah, blah, blah" um...I SO had that idea first! Ok...not first but seriously, before it was trendy. I came upon the idea while trying on bridesmaid dresses for the 1000th wedding I was in...I actually had planned to have them wear navy w/ a green belt. It was super cute when I tried it on. I went with something different in the end but still navy. I hope ya'll know I'm joking and I don't think all those witches stole my idea....gah, lighten up!
By the way, the is post is all over the place...it's majorly ADHD today...kind of like me when I'm trying to do anything productive.
So, with every wedding comes a diet, right? WRONG...I'm still fat, ya'll. I mean, I have lost about 7-10 L.B.'s but seriously NOWHERE near where I would like to be. I started this blog like 2 years ago as a healthy/diet blog...it has turned into be everything BUT that. I am probably the worlds worst dieter. I have 0 self discipline!! ZERO! I hate it. Yet I can't seem to overcome it. Maybe one day. As of now, I've decided to do some arm workout I saw on Pinterest that guarantees rocking arms in 6 weeks...we shall see. I start Monday. I also did the Advocare Cleanse and I plan to do it again in a couple of weeks because, well, I never actually made it to the 10 days. <---see what I mean?
Have a great weekend, ya'll!
Enjoy...The Curvy Life!
Thursday, June 13, 2013
Hi Ya'll! Long time, no blog. I know...bad blogger, yada, yada, yada....
I'm blogging today because I was reading Holly's blog and she's doing a fun link up...it's a letter to your 21 year old self. I'm going to make this more a letter to my early 20's self...because, to be honest, I can't remember much of ANYTHING from my 21st year of life and also because I acted like I was still 21 for a good...6 or more years after...
actually, I still do from time to time...until my body sweetly reminds me that I'm 31.
I know we don't really like to take advice from anyone but hear me out because I kind of KNOW what I'm talking about here....you're about to make some really great mistakes and some you wish you could wash away...I'm trying to help...
Don't go to $Dollar$ beer night at Bennigan's every. single. night. Trust me, it will be around for awhile and you'll just make
out more mistakes than you care to remember. Really, Bennigan's doesn't go bankrupt for another few years, you have time. But you will miss those $ beers later on in life when you don't have a credit card.
"Look at me, I'm so cool, I'm holding a whole pitcher of beer"
Speaking of credit cards...don't let the bank increase your credit limit to more than 75% of your salary. Shopping at Neiman's on credit doesn't do anything but make you less rich. You don't need that Fendi, Louis Vuitton or Burberry purse...ok, maybe the Louis but that's all.
DO use your credit card to book a trip to
with two of your best girlfriends! It will be a trip you never forget even though you will be paying for it for the next 10 years. L.A.
While you're in
Don't buy those Gucci sunglasses that are extremely too big...trust me, you'll be on the phone in a few hours begging Bank of America to increase your credit limit so you can continue to eat. Plus, you will end up giving them to your mom and then trying desperately to sell them on eBay. They won't sell.
Don't eat at the Ivy because that's where the "celebrities" eat. The only celebs that eat there are the one's trying to get publicity and you won't see a one while there...and the food sucks!
Go ahead and pass on getting that tattoo on your ass and if you must, maybe don't get a flower.
You could also forget this skirt because it's awful and looks like
something Paris Hilton would wear,
who you will soon learn is a huge slut bag.
I'm pretty sure that Lauren's face pretty much sums up how much the Ivy sucked.
But hey, at least Casey and I look cute in our $400 Gucci sunglasses...
DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT go out for your birthday the day after getting dumped...the guy was a major LOOOSER but you're still going to be sad. You will end up trying to make out with your best friend since 4th grade. You will feel extremely awkward the next day and when you're 31 writing a letter to yourself. You'll also knock over several tables and get your entire group kicked out of the bar. Just don't go. Stay at the house party where you have no access to Rumple shots.
Seriously, you're not a lesbian.
He's not even cute...and you're also wearing a plaid romper...
Yeah, you're SO rock-n-roll, Heather, with your french manicure and preppy hat.
This isn't you, be yourself.
Go ahead and throw that awesome Halloween party at your house. Just don't make trash can punch and don't let younger kids come that will then invite even younger, underage kids because you will then be forced to throw them out because your roommate is dating #1 doucher and is scared his reputation is going to get hurt...while kicking them out...don't get in some girls face because you think she is talking crap about your other roommates boyfriend...she will punch you and break your nose. It hurts. You'll have to have surgery. You're 5"1" and weigh about 120...never talk shit. Never. You can't fight. Also, it will ruin your cute flapper costume.
A trend will come along where girls make "sexy" faces in pictures. Don't try it because you can't do it.
Apparently Jen can't either...
Don't cry on your 25th birthday because you're "not where you want to be in life"...what you don't know is that when you're 28 you will reconnect with your high school boyfriend and it will finally be the right time for ya'll! If ya'll had tried to date again at 25 it would have been disastrous because you're still growing and so is he.
Things look ok here...but you will soon black out and need an ambulance.
You're not responsible enough for Austin yet.
Honorable mentions with no fun pictures:
· Forget about going out to "uptown" in
. You will soon learn it's full of $30,000 a year millionaires and even though the guys don't see it, you're way too pretty for their douchiness. Dallas
· Go to school, dammit. Don't let your bosses at BOA tell you that you can "go far" with a banking career. You will do really well in banking but every. single. summer when all of your teacher friends (and you'll have a lot of them) get out for summer break you will kick yourself for not finishing school and becoming a teacher, like you always wanted.
· Don't drive by ex boyfriends houses that live 20 miles away, you'll get caught and then they really will never want you back.
· Stay in your apartment that you pay $475 a month for awhile longer. That will never come along again.
· Refrain from dancing on table tops every time the DJ plays Britney Spears. You'll blush about it in your 30's.
· When you get offered free NASCAR tickets just to kiss a guy, do it...you and your best friend will have the best time...but you will still be drunk from the night before...do a better job of remembering where ya'll parked so that you're not wondering around Texas Motor Speedway for 4 hours, drunk and extremely sunburned looking for Casey's car.
DO cherish the dorky, true moments with your girlfriends. Like the Harry Potter nights. Before you know it, you'll all be grown ups and getting married and having babies...it gets weird for awhile but you will soon realize that the best is yet to come!
Enjoy...The Curvy Life!