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Goodbye for now + Read this instead

Alright friends, I’m going to give it to you straight: After today, I honestly don’t know when my next post will come.

In about three hours I’ll be moving to San Antonio. While this is all good and exciting, I won’t have a computer until I’m able to afford one. And I won’t be able to afford one until I get a few paychecks. And my first paycheck won’t come until the middle of April. So we’re looking at a no computer life until early summer.

How will I live? I have no clue.

I start my new super awesome job on Monday, and obviously I’ll be working on a computer there. But I don’t want to assume that I can just do whatever I want, so for at least a week the blog is going to take a back seat. When I get more settled in and comfortable with my schedule, I’ll get back into it. I promise. I have wonderful friends who have already said I can use theirs if I need to.

Sadly, this also means Vitrual Book Club might be pushed back a little. Sorry sorry sorry! I promise it will happen, so still read the book 🙂

Oh and before you start worrying too much, I can get on Facebook and Twitter on my phone. How awful would it be if I couldn’t? *Shudder* I don’t want to even think about it.

Before I leave on my journey (dramatic much?) I just wanted to thank all my readers again. Y’all are so sweet and amazing and the fact that you care about what I have to say means a lot. I really hope my writing gives you at least a little bit of entertainment or light throughout your day 🙂

Oh! And instead of a regular Read this instead (I bet you thought I forgot, huh?) I’m just going to leave you with links to my favorite blogs. The ones that I will be glued to my phone reading for the next couple of weeks. Most of them are food blogs, don’t judge.

Eat Live Run

How Sweet It Is

Shrinking Foodie

Master of Her Romaine

SnackFace

Style Me Kasey

What I Wore

P.S.

Also check out this article Peter Shankman wrote for Mashable. And then feel bad about yourself because YOU are the reason Rebecca Black is famous.

Ha, just kidding. But he’s right, it’s everybody’s fault. I like to think it’s only half my fault because I haven’t made it through the entire video. I’m afraid my brain will fall out my eyes if I see it through the end.

I think that’s it. If I left any out, I am horribly sorry.

I hope everybody has a wonderful weekend, week (and possibly next weekend too)!

I haven't even left yet, but I already miss him 😦

Bye loves ❤ —(did you hear, ❤ is officially in the dictionary. So wrong, yet so wonderful).

 

 

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I need my own driver

The first time I got my drivers license renewed I was 18 (duh) and almost missed a plane to New York.

My parents had been telling me for weeks before my birthday to go renew it and like the annoying teenage girl I was, I refused to listen. Apparently I was too busy planning my marriage to Andy Roddick to realize I needed to get my crap together and listen to them.

So my 18th birthday came and went and I was still driving around with an expired license. I’m a horrible example to children everywhere. Finally, the morning I was suppose to leave for New York City on a Yearbook/Newspaper trip I realized I would need that stupid license to get on the plane.

Damn.

So while my parents shook their heads at me I went super early in the morning to get it done. It was stupid and I had to haul ass to make it to the airport on time.

Don’t worry, I still made it to New York. My Yearbook advisor would have had my head if I hadn’t. The trip was fantastic.

Anyway, that was back in 2005. I wouldn’t need to renew again until 2011, which I was convinced was never going to happen. I don’t know if I thought we were all going to be flying instead of driving, or if I had a dream that the world would end. All I know is that I honestly never thought I’d have to renew my license again. The idea of 2011 was too far away for my high school brain to understand. Silly, I know.

Spoiler alert: 2011 happened. My birthday is tomorrow. I needed to renew my license today. Ugh.

I got up all early today, did my hair (!) and put makeup on. I didn’t want to look like this guy:

Source

Decided on my trusty ol’ Colossal today because I knew this picture would stay with me for a long time, and I didn’t want to suffer from mascara regret. Nobody should ever suffer from mascara regret.

Obviously, I got totally confused and forgot where the DMV was. Luckily Austin is full of turnarounds for idiots like me, so I made it there. Although it took me like 40 minutes when it should have taken only 15. Siiiiigh.

To make a long story short they wouldn’t let me renew my license because they needed my social security card (which I did not have with me) so I drove all the way home to get it (did not find it), then spent 30 minutes trying to figure out what else I could use. Too bad they wouldn’t take birth certificates and my passport expired in 1998. I’m totally aware of how this is all my fault. I can’t even be mad at the cranky DMV people. Boo.

So then I gave up, and renewed online. Because, you know, the computer can prove my SSN. I don’t understand the world we live in sometimes.

This also means that I will have my 18 year-old self on my license until I’m 30, when I will have to go renew in person.

Except 2017 is NEVER happening, so I really have nothing to worry about.

I never looked good in a vest anyway

I was never a Girl Scout. I tried, but didn’t get in.

Actually I take that back. I never even got a chance to try and be a Girl Scout. I was rejected from Brownies, which I’m pretty sure is the forgotten half-sister to the Scouts.

My mom says it’s because I was too cute and they didn’t want the other girls to feel bad about themselves.

Gosh, I love her.

Even when she opens the door for the same organization that rejected her pride and joy. And then makes that pride and joy deal with the little girls (who were not rejected) because she can’t say “no”.

Well, guess what? Turns out I have the same problem. Wonder where I learned that?!

So even though I told her to not answer the door, she refused to listen to me. Mostly, she was upset that I was refusing to answer it myself.

Confession: I will go out of my way to not answer our door.

There’s no specific reason for this either. Sometimes I know we’re not expecting anybody and I don’t want to deal with door-to-door salespeople. Sometimes I just can’t handle the idea that I’d have to wrestle my 80-pound dog to ground while opening the door to keep him from escaping. And other times I’m convinced the craigslist killer is outside my door and I just don’t feel like dying that day.

My mom doesn’t seem to agree with all these theories I have. But she’ll be happy when I live a full life, that doesn’t result in a lifetime movie being made about me.

Did I mention that my dog goes crazy when he hears the doorbell? Yes? Well, allow me to mention it again.

Just as sure as I am about the craigslist killer showing up at my door, my dog is sure that two  little girls in vests are going to beat me up and take all my money. So when they showed up a few days ago, I had to put him in a headlock to keep him from trampling all over them.

Although, in actuality he seemed more excited than upset. I’m pretty sure he just wanted to jump in their wagon, eat all their cookies and take a nap. But who can blame him?

Those cookies are damn good.

I made the decision to buy some new ones they had so I wouldn’t be too tempted to eat them (vegan January, remember?). Normally I’m a Samoa girl, but I’m trying this new thing called “willpower” and it’s better if I don’t see Samoas for a while.

I can’t even remember what kind I bought now. They’re sitting in my pantry somewhere. Poor little cookies probably feel lonely with nobody to eat them.

The cookies I bought are the least of my problems now, though. The worst part is that I see those girls everywhere I go. Like, seriously, everywhere. A few have set up shop at the end of my street and hold up a box every time I drive past them. I saw a group outside Walgreens the other day, accosting innocent shoppers with their sweet smiles and sugary treats. And there’s a good chance they’ve been following me to work.

Oh, and today? Well today they were outside my gym.

You try lifting weights with visions of Thin Mints in your head.

It’s devils’ work, I tell you.

Just give up. They're going to catch you.

Random Musings

I don’t know if it’s writers block or the fact that I’m just not as witty and clever as I thought, but I have no new “learnings” for you wonderful readers. I have ideas, but that’s about it. And the world can’t run on just an idea, now can it? If y’all have anything you’d like to see on here, please send it my way!

But for now, I’m going to start a new thing. Random Musings will be my go-to posts when I have no What I’ve Learned posts going on. Since I think I’m awesome I normally have something to say about everything. Really, EVERYTHING. At the very least this might keep me on a semi-regular posting schedule.

Or not. Either way, I still think I’m awesome.

1. Starbucks is coming out with a new drink. Surprise surprise. It is is apparently “coffee without the coffee taste.” And by that, they mean fruit?  It’s called the Refresher, or something like that. Just stop already. You’re a coffee shop, it’s okay to have a drink that tastes like coffee! Infact, all your drinks should taste like coffee. You don’t go to bars to drink tequilla that doesn’t taste like tequilla, do you?

2. Gap needs to not. Have you seen this ad?! So here’s how I see it: I agree, not everybody looks good in shorts. Hell, I don’t really look that good in shorts, but it’s roughly 135 degrees in Texas, so like it or not, I am going to wear shorts. And that is only because I will be arrested if I walk around with no pants on (which is what I would prefer to do as I would like to be the next Miley Cyrus). My problem with this ad is that they’ve gone from using skinny models to make us feel bad about our bodies, to blatantly telling us we should feel bad about our bodies. Dear Gap, even if I wasn’t broke off my ass I still wouldn’t buy pants (or shorts) from you. P.S. I might come back for a scarf though.

3. Um, Soulja Boy? Is it just me or does Soulja Boy sound like he’s just learning how to read in his song “Pretty Boy Swag”? Seriously, listen to it and get back to me. It’s like a perfect ad for Hooked on Phonics.

4. An anti-Twilight movie is coming out. Guess what it’s called? Vampires Suck. Ha, so clever. While I realize this movie is directed towards people who hate Twilight (thaaaaat’s me) I still don’t care to see it. My reason, you ask? Well because the storyline will still be that of Twilight. Just with a random dance and some funny lines. So if I won’t go see the original because of the storyline, it’s a sure bet I won’t want to see the spoof of it. Sidenote: I couldn’t think of the word “spoof” and needed my friend Julia’s help with that 🙂

5. Stick this! I just entered a giveaway to win $200 worth of Post-It Note products. In case you didn’t know, I love Post-It Notes more than the normal person. They’re just so amazing.

6. Jersey Shore is back. Actually, I think I might save this for another post. There’s just so much to say about our GTL loving guidos!

7. Oh hey, another body image issue! Doesn’t her before pic actually look better than her airbrushed after one?

8. I don’t appreciate… how BP’s public relations team is managing to make PR look shady and douchey than it already kind of seems. We’re not all liars! Also, learn how to use photoshop please, but stop using it to try and trick the public. Um, I guess I should also say I don’t appreciate BP ruining our environment, but I figured that was kind of obvious.

9. Taylor Swift’s new song is out. *Sigh* You know what’s funny? For some reason, her songs don’t remind me of my singleness as much as seeing her in interviews do. That’s probably why I try to stray away from her interviews, I’ve got enough reminders in my own life, thanks.

10. A-Rod hit his 600th homerun! Oh wait, I don’t care.

Any random musings you care to share?