8 Steps Of Surviving A Break-Up

     When trying to find blog topics I usually wait for some kind of sign. It usually comes in the form of some ridiculous life experience. Currently I could write about Auburn, in light of our recent win, but that's been over done. We won, Bama lost, it happens, lets move on. I could write about how I had 13 people squeezed into my apartment. I could write about how for the first time in years I actually have a crush (ridiculous I know, it's like i'm 12 again). However, I'm not going to write about any of that.

     Recently a big issue in my life and the lives of those around me is learning to be single. How to act, how to embrace, and how to get over it. Sounds petty, I know but what most people don't realize is that it's harder to get over than we originally think. It comes in steps like a 12 step program for addiction. Lets call it the
8 Steps Of Surviving A Break Up. 

1. The Love Hangover: This is the immediate post-breakup time. It can range in length, to each his own and what not. This is the time when you convince yourself you had a good breakup, you'll still be friends and you'll always love each other. 
2. Ribs and Ice Cream: "You better go get yourself some ribs and some ice cream 'cause you have been dumped." - He's Just Not That In To You. This is the eat your feelings stage. When you realize that it really is over and you no longer have any reason to live except for food and Gilmore Girl reruns. 
3. Hell Hath No Fury: Now you're just mad. You did nothing to deserve this kind of betrayal and you are officially on the rampage. You now have to look hot everywhere you go just incase you run into him or his friends or his family. You can't let him see/know how much he hurt you. You flirt with his acquaintance (NEVER his friends, you'll seem desperate) in front of him. You stalk on social media, and you officially become that "crazy ex-girlfriend."    
4. The Hussy Hustle: When your friends finally pull you out of your food coma, away from the TV, and out of your pajamas, you turn to face the world. Large amounts of
   alcohol are usually involved along with several late nights. You spend this time trying to drink away your feelings, and once you've got those out of your head you try to find comfort in the arms of a stranger. None of this will help in the long run, but it will provide short term comfort. This step will probably take the longest to get through because you're working through some major issues. 
5. Nothing But His T-Shirt On: Take it on back to step 2 because this step is back to thinking life is over. When you've had one too many strangers and you've had one too many rum & cokes you start to seriously question your life choices. You crawl into this dark place and start to wonder how things could've been different. Were you actually meant to be together? Were the last six months of partying worth it? Might as well go find the tissues because you're in for the long haul on this step. 
6. Ch-Ch-Changes: Turn and face the strange. For the first time you finally start to realize you might actually survive. You've been sad long enough and sitting around feeling sorry for yourself isn't helping anyone, especially you. But every time you look at yourself or your room you're reminded of a past that isn't coming back, you need a change. This is the step where change happens: a move, a new hair cut or color, maybe you get a pet, any kind of change to alter your life. 
7. Mr. Nice Guy: The first guy you try to date after the break up will most likely be a complete opposite of your ex. Your new Mr. Nice Guy will be perfect in every way, he'll be everything you wanted in a boyfriend. However, something will be off. He just won't fit, like wearing jeans one size too small. You'll end things with him, but it will give you the confidence to move to your final step. 
8. Acceptance: This is your 8th and final step. You've gone full circle and are now mentally prepared to live your single life. Being single isn't going to be great, but it'll do. You've learned what you want out of a relationship and have a rough idea about how to get it. Your ex no longer defines you, and you now know how survive on your on. 

      Maybe this isn't rocket science, and maybe I haven't scientifically proved it but I have confidence in these steps. They will lead to recovery, and trust me - no one has died from a break up. Your single years might just be the best years of your life. 

                                                      Stay Sassy - A. 

It's Great To Be An Auburn Tiger

      After a game like Saturday's I couldn't help but feel the need to write a post. What an incredible game and what an incredible time to be in the city of Auburn. 

      It's always interesting to see how a city that revolves around a college and lives for football Saturdays comes together for one common purpose- to cheer on our tigers. 

     Today I actually laughed when I saw some girls with orange solo cups on campus. I can't even remember the last time I saw a red one. I've only seen orange and blue ones since moving here. Then I think about the number of balconies with orange lights on them. Auburn, Alabama- the only place where orange lights aren't just for Halloween. 

      For those who know me, seeing me embrace being a football fan is an unusual sight. I was born and raised an Auburn fan, but football (well sports in general) has never really been my thing. I never knew that simply living here could change that about me. 

      If I don't get to watch the game I feel like something is missing from my Saturday. This realization hit me on Saturday as I watched the last few minutes of the game amongst other fans and when that last touchdown happened and the bar erupted in celebration I hugged a stranger. A moment of true happiness paired with the adrenaline of the room, no one at that point wearing orange and blue was a stranger. 

     Now, there are haters everywhere and that's ok. Because an Auburn fan does not let that affect them. A fan is a fan now when we are winning and they were fans last year and they will be fans in the future. 

     This is why things like #TennesseHateWeek don't actually start trending here. It's not about tearing others down, but instead focusing on building up our own team. This becomes especially important in the upcoming weeks and the impending and infamous Alabama game.

                                                 This is Auburn.

Stay Sassy - A. 

A Look Behind The Screen

    

   

     There are a lot of people who will never understand my love of writing. Just like I probably will never understand there love of not writing. I never set out to be a writer, a term I don't even like to call myself. Hemingway or Wilde, they were writers. Who am I to call myself a writer? I'm just a silly girl who sits behind a screen and tells her stories to the internet. 

       What most people don't realize though is that I never even wanted to be a writer. I can't say that I actually ever wanted to be anything. Growing up I saw myself rich and famous but that was an end, I never saw the means. 

        Writing just kind of chose me. It was something that I was semi-good at and didn't completely hate. Unlike science, which I was really good at and ,much to my mother's dismay, didn't care for. 

        In the 8th grade I wrote a paper on fashion journalism where I interviewed, via email, other fashion journalist and designers. That's why as I sit here almost 10 years later still on that track my mind is blown. 

       What people don't realize is the only reason I picked that topic in the 8th grade was because I liked to dress up and I watched too much Gilmore Girls. Rory (a character on the show) wanted to be a journalist. So sure, why not combine the two? And now, here I am 10 years later on a career path I chose because of the TV show I watched. 

    Fate? Luck? Chance? Who knows. The only thing I know is that I love to write. 

       The tricky part is I only like to write about certain things. Currently, I'm doing a lot of writing for school that I don't like. I take refuge in my blogs. Being able to sit and pour out words important or not is my salvation. Whether anyone reads it or not is irrelevant. I don't do it for them. (Not that high post views isn't nice.) 

       My blog is my confessional. It has the ability to absorb all my secrets. Secrets I don't even tell friends. I blame the Leo in me for that. Too proud and what not. So tonight, I purge myself of some of those secrets and pray I sleep easy. 

• I only listen to sad music when I blog, and usually just in general. 
• I don't think I'll ever be satisfied with my life. 
• I have more regrets than I choose to remember. 
• I don't think I'll ever grasp proper comma usage
• All I want is to please my family. 
• I will never get lay, lain, laid.. etc right. NEVER.
• I pretend to care less than I really do. 
• Getting to dress up is my only motivation to go to church. 
• I deleted two off this list because I'm not ready to accept the consequences.

Writing isn't for everyone, but it can be good for the soul, but so can a bottle of champagne. 

Stay Sassy, A. 

Love Me Tinder: A Miss Undateable Journey

     Let's talk about how in roughly five years from now meeting your significant other in the real world will be almost obsolete. The times are changing and we are caught in the middle. Five years ago when someone said 
"we met online" it had a negative stigma attached. In today's world we accept it as a possibility, but most of us still have trust issues. 
     Again, I wonder where does someone like me go to meet someone else as awesome as me? I'm 22. An awkward age when the bar scene is almost to young for you if you're in a college town. Plus, being in grad school doesn't help. Having hardly any free time, and when I get free time I just want to nap or watch Say Yes to the Dress. 

      However, in an attempt to seek out this "we met online" concept on a college kid budget I took to Tinder. For those who don't know, Tinder is a phone app that allows you to create a profile and then look at people who also have profiles that are a set number of miles away from your actual location. As you scroll through these people you can like or dislike them. If they like your profile and you liked theirs it's a match and you can chat with them. 
      Now, yes this has a certain level of creepiness. Especially since it tells you how many miles away a person is. Since this was an experiment, I set parameters: no one younger than 21 or older than 30, only males and no selfies on their profile. I got several matches, but didn't initiate any conversations until my second week. 
      So, when I started this I was sure everyone on there was looking for hookups or to get nudie pics. As I waited for these propositions they never came. At this point I was confused, and decided to meet one of these guys when I was out one night. 
      To say I was terrified is an understatement, but he turned out to be a very nice guy. A very nice guy with a kid. And guess who's not ready to be a mom. That's right, this girl right here. 
      Anyway, I guess my point is Tinder might not be a bad option for those of us with no realistic way to meet someone. Don't get me wrong, I'll still go to the bar and try to find someone the old fashion way, but the internet is no longer an outlandish idea to me. 
      Stay tuned for more Tinder updates. I'll take you readers on this journey with me, and feel free to leave comments with your own Tinder experiences! 

Stay Sassy - A. 

Gossip Girl of Building Seven

     I don't know how many of you have lived in an apartment complex, but it is an experience everyone should have. Especially if you live in a college town. There a few facts about apartment living that one must accept: the walls are thin so you will hear what your neighbors are doing and people will come and go at all hours no matter what day of the week. 

    In my current situation my desk, where I spend 90% of my time happen to right at the stairwell. Combine the thin walls and my convenient location and I am now the Gossip Girl on Building 7. 

     First, there was the group of three who took refuge on stairs from the gathering in their own apartment. Two girls and one guy. Girl #1 is hysterically crying (I assume alcohol was involved). While Girl #2 and Guy try to console her. As far as I could tell, Girl #1 has a baby with a guy she is no longer with. She hasn't dated since, and apparently he has. She knows that because he and his new girl were at the gathering they just came from. (where was the baby you ask, I wondered the same thing,           life mystery) 

Girl #1- I don't understand why he would bring her. I wasn't even going to say 

anything but then he got up and walked out like he didn't know me.

Girl #2- You know that's how he is. Don't let this ruin your night.

Girl #1 - Body wracking sobs. 

Girl #2- You just need to find you a real man. Someone 

who loves you and will take care of you.

Guy- I keep telling y'all to get you a real man. That's what I do. 

I don't mess around with those broke ass nigg***. 

     I think it's important to say that Guy was homosexual and seemed to be the only one of the three who had his life together. The conversation pretty much continued the same way for about an hour. Several times I thought about going out there and letting them know that their conversation wasn't private. 

    Then, let's not forget about the most recent incident. The Vomiter. Now, let's set the stage for this situation. It's a Wednesday, middle of the week. It's 9:30 at night. I'm sitting at my desk, doing homework when I hear that unmistakable sound of throwing up. This guy is really going at it. He's either in the hall or on the stairs, but he's clearly struggling. When the girl with him speaks. "It's okay, get it all out. No ones here. It's just you and me. So just get it all out of your system." 

     There are some important issues here. #1 you are not alone because I can hear you. #2 it is not okay if he is throwing up in the hall that I have to walk through. #3 it's 9:30 at night on a Wednesday, what are you doing with your life to be so drunk you're throwing up at 9:30 on a Wednesday night. 

      

     Apartment happenings have become my entertainment. I'm thinking about making a no privacy sign for the stairwell so people know I am listening to every conversation that takes place there. 

     What I've learned from this is to only whisper on the stairs, don't mess around with broke ass nigg***, and ALWAYS find the privacy of a bathroom when throwing up. 

Stay Sassy, XOXO - A. 

Miss Undateable and the Struggle of Finding a Man: The Beginning

     On Thursdays we eat lunch. Which is a play on Mean Girls, however, we don't wear pink. Seriously though, on Thursdays the new grad students eat lunch between our classes. 
   
    Our conversation usually revolves around the three hour class we just endured. We vent, we try to understand and then the conversation takes a turn to random: everything from health care reform, to cats, to our families. 
      
     Then one shinning day at lunch it turned to love life. There are usually five of us at lunch, all but one is single. The single ladies all had a common experience before moving to Auburn. Our families all wished us happiness in finding a future husband. The fact that we were moving away to further educate  ourselves being an overlooked point. 
      
      That's when one of my new friends suggested doing a blog series on dating drama. Genius. Pure genius. I'm going to start doing some posts that follow along with what it's like trying to date in the South. What it's like to be an independent woman in a place where girls still go to school specifically to find a husband. How hard it is to meet guy (or well anyone) in a new place because grad school takes over your life, especially in a department that is over run by the female sex. 
      
     Being a girl who can't talk football, doesn't necessarily want children and wants to move above the Mason Dixon isn't really a gem in the South. On the other hand I do make a mean sandwich and I have references to prove it. 
        
      This post starts my journey into the dating world of Auburn, and I've got some fun adventures planned to write about. Along with some pretty fantastic pictures to accompany them. Hopefully, my lunch crew will allow me to tell some of the stories that they encounter as well. 
    
     Keep your eyes peeled for these blog posts, they'll be scattered in with the regular posts. 

                    Stay Sassy,
                          -A 

E-Card Lovin'

     So guys, I've had a fairly decent Monday. I don't want to quit school, I got a lot of homework done and I got a list of things to do as a TA. Productive. 
     This morning on the transit an unwritten rule of life kind of hit me in the face...

When first boarding the transit one must ALWAYS 

sit in an available empty seat

 before sitting next to someone. 

     Who knows why this is a real thing or how it came into play, but a word to the wise. Sit alone. 

     In other news I'm slightly obsessed with ecards. I don't know why, but I think they're hilarious. Since this blog is a little lacking on content, except for a VERY important rule all should live by, I'm going to include some that have been speaking to me lately.  

Obviously, I pinned this before I had actually experienced grad school. To each his/her own. 

...and first card has led to my overwhelming study material. 

This happens to be the highlight of my day, every day. 

No., just no. No to everything you said or are about to say. No. 

I don't know why I think this, but it pretty much applies to everyone I hate. Sorry I'm not sorry. 

And just because it makes me giggle every time I see it. A little pic-slip for a friend. 

Stay Sassy - A. 

Dolly Patron

     So, I've been in school now for roughly 4-weeks and honestly I thought I'd have more to say.  Auburn has been great so far, but here are just a few things I've learned. 

1. Even after 4 years in Mobile, Auburn is H-O-T.  
2. Grad school really means independently research something you may or may not care about.
3. It truly is easier to join an organization in order to meet people.
4. The unofficial uniform - Norts (Nike shorts), oversized t-shirt, tennis shoes/ chacos, "I just woke up pony tail," andd... full make-up. 
5. Living under someone with a kid and a dog is not a desirable situation. 

     There have been good and bad experiences so far. Starting from wanting to quit after my first week to an unfortunate encounter with the teacher I TA for. I'm still not 100% sure I don't want to quit, but I'm sticking it out. 

     I really like my roommate and her dog. Which makes this living situation much better. Plus, last week her leftover Indian food kept me fed. 

     I basically repeat class, homework, layout, homework, sleep, repeat. It's an everyday cycle. 

    Random Fun Fact: A friend today had a typo that I personally enjoyed. In an attempt to call me Dolly Parton the "t" and "r" were switched. I then became Dolly Patron, managing to combine my love of Dolly and tequila. I may have a new alter ego and/or screen name. 

                                                    Remember,

                                        stay sassy and war eagle,   A. 

Friendly Reminder

There are some scary thoughts that cross your mind when you start a new chapter of your life. When you are forced to face new challenges and leave the comfort zone you created for yourself. When I started packing to move, for the first time, in my life I became sad. I have NEVER been sad leaving my small town. I think this time it’s because I will truly be alone in my new place. I thank the good lord Jesus for phones and internet for keeping me seconds away from those I love. 

New challenges and new chapters are part of everyone’s path. Not everyone’s path has friends, let alone good ones. Somewhere, some how along my path I was blessed with the best ones out there.

         If we start at the beginning these two girls have been in my life as long as I can remember. If three friends could go down completely different paths, it’s us. Our family has grown by two, but we remain close and continue eating Casa every chance we get. 

        My path brought this lovely lady next. She’s my very own feisty red head. Through thick and thin and crying phones and drunken nights. She remains my rock. 

 
 These two ravishing creatures are my incredibly funny, hippie-life, I do what I want best friends. They are each others support and because of that the rest of us rely on them. One has been around longer, an original birthday party member and the closet crazy you always want on your side of the fight. The other our missing piece. We didn’t know what we were missing until we found her. 

       This guy. That’s all I can really say. Bus partner, future husband, the guy with ten thousand names. Porky, Klaus, Klausy, Nick, Nick-Klaus. God bless him for putting up with me for all these years. 

      Mom. Big hair and a big heart. Jelly fish in her swimsuit bottoms. Taking no crap from nobody. Giver of the best hugs. Our anchor. 

   



   Bernie. Local yankee and my personal gossip hub. Our weekly phone calls keep me laughing and connected.  Our lives surprisingly alike. 

    

  I couldn’t write a homage to my friends without this one. A large chunk of my semi-adult life was spent with him. He knows me better than I give him credit for and he’s never too busy to listen to me vent. 



     My little mermaid, I picked this girl up our freshman year of college. Random roommates and instant best friends.
 Five years later we’re still going strong. 
I don’t tell her enough how much I love her.

        Big Momma. I want to stop there because that really does say it all. This wonderful woman can be a mentor and a good time. I feel bad for anyone who doesn’t have the chance       to know this girl because she is one of the most supportive people in my life. 

   

     Ohh Brooklynn. One regret of college is not meeting this girl sooner. We were meant to be friends. Everyone has that friend that will literally ALWAYS be there for you, and that is this girl. 

        Then you find work friends. Not everyone is lucky enough to work with people they actually like outside of work. My life would have been much worse without these people. Work wasn’t a total drag.

     Then there’s this really cool moment where the friends you made in college meet the ones you’ve had your whole life and everything just gets ten times better. I was lucky enough to have the best high school friends. I was even luckier that they made awesome college friends. Together we made a complete group. Awesome and overwhelming. 

                                            Stay Sassy - A. 

    

Uncertainty, Selfishness and the Casino of Life

Summer is winding down. It’s back to school for me and I can’t help but wonder where did all my time go? I had all these grand summer plans. Ya know what I did? I read. A lot. I’ve read at least 20 books in the last two months. 
Mostly the same series. Then one day the main character talks about how she’s in love with two men. I got to thinking about what I would do if that happened to me. I know what it’s like to be in love and I can’t imagine it happening at the same time. How would I ever choose between them? 
All that is neither here nor there. I’m sure a pro/con list would be made. Then, ultimately, in the end I would lose them both because of my indecision to choose. 
I’m smart, not genius level by any means, but I can hold my own. The problem I’ve developed recently is laziness. I don’t have the drive that used to catapult me through every day. I’ve tossed around some ideas for this new development and all I can come up with is my uncertainty levels are too high.
It’s just like when you have a mountain of homework and have no clue where to begin so you take a nap instead. I am so overwhelmed with thoughts of the future I don’t want to deal with any of it. 

So I read. 

I leave the world in which all my “problems” come from and enter a fictional one to which I am merely a spectator. Escaping the realties that wait for me back in my world. 
  Even as I type this I’m aware of how dramatic I sound. Ridiculous. I’ve got my sad song playlist singing out too. I’m one more Dixie Chicks  song away from full on wallowing mode. 
And for what? My life is going in the right direction. Full ride to Auburn for grad school. Supportive friends and family. I have successfully made it to 22 years old. 
I need some sort of affirmative action in my life. I’m still waiting for the  day when everything just makes sense. However, I become more convinced every day that only happens in fiction. We here in the real world are left to our own devices. Justifying and explaining our lives to ourselves and others. 
An impossible task unless we first accept it ourselves. Airlines had it right. How can we possibly help our neighbor if we don’t put our mask on first. Selfishness has become an acceptable behavior when it leads to the betterment of others. We cannot begin to bet on the cards we’re dealt until we’ve had a chance to look at them. 
I think I’ve hit my metaphor limit. Moving on.
Once you’ve had a chance to look at the cards in your pile you make a plan. You are given a chance to see what you’ve been dealt and the time to decide how you can take them and turn them into winners. Life is just one big gamble on the cards of chance. Accept what you’ve been given, but never be too afraid to go all in. Casinos are 24/7 if you lose don’t worry,  you’ll be dealt another set. 

 

                                           Stay Sassy - A. 

My Tupperware Cherry

Roughly three weeks ago I attended my first Tupperware party. I was the youngest girl in the room, but that didn’t slow down the other ladies. I went in to the party with a completely open mind. Thinking that the whole experience would be very domestic. An event June Cleaver and Betty Draper themselves would attend. 

Upon entering the room I was immediately offered Sangria or a Long Island. This was obviously going to be my type of party. Our Tupperware representative had already begun her opening speech, but graciously welcomed me into the room and gave me a folder to follow along in. 

Ok, I thought, I’m going to need about 30 more glasses of this Sangria to get through this night. My mind was everywhere trying to keep up and wondering when I’d be able to eat. 

Now, there’s something you need to know about Tupperware - it’s amazing. You can basically do anything you want with it. Cups, bowls, plates, pitchers, canisters... you name it, they have it and they have a million different uses for it. I was intrigued. 

That’s when I saw it the “Side-by-Side.” It was basically made just for me (and the only thing I bought at the end of the night). A small container with a divider down the middle to keep whatever you put in it from touching. GENIUS. There is nothing I hate more in life than my food touching. 

The party continued and these ladies turned about to be quite the crowd. I started jotting down some notes along with funny things that were said. 

• While our host was demonstrating this chopper that had a crank much like an old school lawn mower everyone watched in amazement. The oldest lady in the room asked for a closer looked, followed by saying “How many times do you have to pull that?” 
• I frantically looked around the room to see if anyone else was giggling. 
• Another similar incident happened soon after. While trying to clarify the difference in sizes of certain bowls our host said “That’s the small deep.” Not funny on it’s own, but it was met by a chorus of “that’s what she said.” 
• Tupperware makes this magical, microwavable bowl that can cook a cake in 8 minutes. I’m telling you, magic. So after this was demonstrated our host was trying to release the cake from the bowl. “I’m going to take that cake and turn out.” 
• Again, I might have been the only one in the room to find this funny. 

I want to encourage anyone who has the opportunity to attend a Tupperware party to go. I promise you will have a good time. By the end of the night I had won 3 or 4 door prizes, bought something, been fed and had a few drinks. A successful night overall. 

I learned some important life lessons as well: “Have Tupperware, will travel” “The microwave: friendliest appliance in the kitchen.” 

I left feeling domestic and recharged. After I get to old for the bar scene I can start going to Tupperware parties, it was basically the same thing. Even better, I could sell it. Our host makes 3 figures a year selling and mentoring other Tupperware employees. Not a bad career choice. 

The whole experience was fascinating. My Tupperware cherry had been popped and I was never going back.

Stay Sassy - A. 

Perception

     Okay folks, I have had a busy, yet not busy 5 days. On Thursday I had to take my sister's foster dog to Nashville. Where he got on a trailer to Connecticut where he then got picked up by his new family. 
     
   Now, that's great and all. Love for all animals. However, Rocky, is not your average Lab. He is blind and 100% muscle. He's HUGE. 
      So as I set out for my road trip I made sure I had snacks, water and a charged IPod. The first leg of my trip was to New Market to pick Rocky up. From there I continued on to Nashville. 
      You have never truly had a proper road trip until you have one with a blind dog. Rocky did all the things normal dogs do on a car ride. He would stand looking forward watching for cars. When the car slowed he would stand and look around. Perfectly normal behavior, but he can't see. I knew he was looking forward just as my own dog does, but what was he looking at? He could feel the car slowing, but there is no way he could look out and see why. 
     It made me wonder about sight. I can see, obviously you can see because you're reading this, but what are we looking at? 
     It's kind of like when you get up in the morning, get ready and decide you look decent enough to leave the house. Then you get to work or class and someone says "You look tired." Which we all know in the South is just a polite way to say you look like shit. Then it hits you... you thought you looked ok, but this person seems to think differently. Perception. 
     Who was I to judge Rocky for looking out like he could see the cars. If he's happy then who am I to interfere or laugh at it. 
     Who are any of us to judge others to for their perception of the world. I am guilty of this as much as anyone else. All I can do is try. Daily reminders that I am no better than anyone else. Remembering that my perception isn't the only one or the right one. 
     Food for thought. 
                                             Stay Sassy - A. 

The List

     We have entered birth-month. Seeing how my birthday is my favorite holiday I decided a couple of years ago to create what I call "birth-month." The whole month of July is celebrated as my birthday. 

Selfish, yes. Awesome, double yes. 

    I've been trying to think of what to do this year. The big 2-2 not that exciting of a birthday except for the T-Swift song, Twenty-Two. Plus, every year my birthdays get better and better so this year I'm thinking about taking a  hiatus and doing something low key. Road trip perhaps?  

    Anyhow, I am determined either way to make this birth-month a great one. 

    Moving on. Summer is half over and I've had enough time to reflect on my single-ness. I have an almost complete list of what I'm looking for in what I like to call a "dating partner." Boyfriend is too committal of a word. Every girl does this. We have this idea in our head of the boy we want to be in our lives. It's a load of crap. Thanks to movies and novels we have an unrealistic idea of how the whole system works. 

     My entire life I've had a list of turn offs. Jewelry, tennis shoes with jeans, living with the parents, 6 year age difference, etc... BUT as you get older your list changes. You start really thinking about a potential partner. 

     Such as, must like to dance, have a job, enjoy going out, want to travel, etc... Things that grown ups care about. 

So ladies, think about what you want make a list and stick to it. Don't be a bitch about it. Have some leeway, but I promise life will be better when you have a clear idea what you want. 

                                                Stay Sassy- A. 

Blush & Bashful

It’s been basically a month since my last post and oddly enough I’ve missed blogging. There have been so many things going on in my life that I have wanted to blog about. However, a mixture of laziness and no internet has lead me to no blogging, 

      I’ve had tons of changes the last few weeks. I graduated college, moved home, moved into my grandmothers old house and now I am preparing for my graduate school adventure. 

I don’t even really know where to start or what exactly to write in this entry. Mainly , I just wanted to check in get back into the groove of writing. 

I guess I can start with Steel Magnolia’s. One of my all time favorite movies and a movie I watched at least 5 times in 3 days. That’s a lot of times to watch any movie. Fairly certain that I could quote the entire movie. 

There are several infamous quotes from the movie these are just a few of my favorites. 

• “If you don’t have anything nice to say come sit next to me.” 

• A personal favorite quote of mine because as a true, southern woman gossip falls into our 10 commandments. To keep a smile during a party while whispering salacious gossip is a trait mastered at an early age. 

• “Pink is my signature color.” 

• Normally this is not a quote one would choose to remember from a movie. But I like pink. Something that I hate to admit because I’m a girl and everyone expects you to say that. But I really do love pink and I too like to think that it is indeed my signature color. 

• “There is no such thing as natural beauty.” 

• This line is spoken by the one and only Dolly Parton. Now it might be just a line in a movie, but I truly think that she says this in her daily life. Someone can be pretty or cute or not-completely-unfortunate looking but without a little help/enhancement no one can reach their full beauty potential. 

     Just to go back to my love of pink, I would like to insert a tid-bit of movie knowledge. Shelby’s wedding colors are “Blush and Bashful. I have chosen two shades of pink, one is much deeper than the other.” 

                Love Pink, Love Yourself & Remember Where You Came From - A.