Blue Ridge, here I come!

My car is packed and after my quickly approaching poli sci test I am hopping in my darling Volvo for a road trip to gorgeous Blue Ridge, GA. The bestie's family has a fabulous and oh-so-cozy cabin in the mountains so we're heading up for a weekend of relaxing fireside. (There will be vast amounts of studying and paper-writing involved, but it's ok when you're sitting here... doing it!)



And this is where I'll be enjoying banana pancakes and coffee in the mornings...



And this is where I'll sit and watch it SNOW on Sunday! (With coffee and a good book of course.)



And this is where I'll loosen up those tight muscles from driving through Atlanta traffic at rush hour. (Yep, that's a hot tub next to a fireplace.)



Hope everyone has a fantastic weekend!!!

Cabin love <3

Kissing frogs

I just read in an article that said "the average woman kisses 79 men before getting married."

79!!!???

That's a lot of frogs, I mean men.

So I decided to count up how many I've kissed and see how far I have to go before finding the oh-so-sought-after prince. 17 down. 62 to go.

You've got to be kidding me.

Maybe I'll start a kissing booth. Make some money and get the 61 out of the way all at the same time.

So pop a mint and pucker up 'cause I've got work to do.

"When I shop the world gets better..."

I've got the itch... the shopping itch... the overwhelming, all-consuming desire to walk through those mall doors and enter a world of shopper's bliss. I want to walk into a store and experience that warm, cozy feeling of being surrounded by sweaters, jeans, belts, scarves, dresses... all things I may or, more accurately, may not need.

The urge has been building over the last few days as I've tried my hardest to steer clear of all malls and put the blinders on in places like Target so I don't stray to the bathing suit section. But last night was the tipping point. The Oscars. I want one of those gowns. Where would I wear it? I have absolutely no idea, but I'm sure that one day, somewhere, sometime, I'm going to need a gorgeous pale blue, body-hugging, draping, super-flattering, Valentino gown and I won't have one and then I'll be upset... and there's no fun in that.

Don't worry, I'm not going to go blow all my savings on a dress I'll never wear. That would be ridiculous. But don't think I didn't dream about it last night.

I've heard you should never quit an addiction cold turkey. So maybe I should slowly work on cutting back. You know, buy a pair of jeans here, a dress there, get the basics covered so I really don't need anything and can't convince myself I do...

Who am I kidding? I'm hopeless. Maybe it's time for treatment...

Love, hugs, and resistance!

WHAT!? & Water fun

Sad news ya'll... while having a marvelous time in T-Vegas, GA (delicious food, gorgeous churches and homes, and oh-so-fantastic shopping) we came to a horrible realization. THERE IS NO DUNKIN DONUTS IN THOMASVILLE! We drove up and down Remington Ave, where said DD was supposedly located and found nothing. Not a hint of chocolate frosted with sprinkles to be found. So we went into this really cute store to look around and asked the lady behind the counter if we were just blind and couldn't find it.

"Oh, no, we did have one but it just closed."

WHAT!? NOOOOOOO... (picture this is slow motion). So we left Thomasville happy but donut-less.

Today was another eventful day as CBK, Liz, and I went out to FSU's Reservation (the Rez - a 70-something acre park with a huge lake, beach volleyball courts, swimming, etc.) and rented a canoe. Liz gets in the front and I take my position in the back to steer with CBK in the middle just relaxing. No sooner than the very handsome staffer pushes us off and CBK says, "Guys, my butt is wet. I am sitting in water." But it's not like she can move because then we'd tip over. So poor CBK toughs it out so I can have my hour of heaven out on the water. By the time we get back to shore, she's soaked. (She did not find this as amusing as I did.) She does manage to keep her wet bottom hidden from the very attractive guys working, an impressive task. So then it was off to get her into some dry clothes, J&M for some BBQ, WalMart for donuts (::sigh::), and Borders for more books (I had 2 coupons!)!!

Tomorrow we are heading back to the gorgeous Rez for some kayaking :).

Here's to keeping your butt high and dry.

Crossin state lines

Today CBK, L, and I are crossing state lines and entering the beautiful state of Georgia. Why are we doing this? Well because who doesn't love GA!? And the closest Dunkin' Donuts is in Thomasville...

But anyway, we plan on going to Georgia Louie's for some yummy lunch, then walking around T-Vegas, small bonfire ceremony (long story), and of course... stocking up on donuts for the week. Fatties much?

I also plan on meeting my slow-talkin' husband while we're there. He'll be wearing a plaid flannel shirt and a baseball hat, sporting the oh-so-sexy five o' clock shadow stubble, doing something manly like hauling firewood or hammering wood together. ::Sigh:: I'll keep you updated on the wedding plans.

Talk southern to me...

Two decades old!!

This morning I got a call from my mom and aunt in GA and woke up to the sound of "happy birthday to you..." and my mom reminiscing Gilmore Girl style, "This time 20 years ago I was spitting ice chips at the nurses, cursing your father, and screaming at the top of my lungs..." because today I turn 20 years old! Yay! I actually feel older, too, which is weird.

Unfortunately 20 is one of those crappy ages, like being a sophomore in high school, you're not a freshman anymore, but you're still an underclassman and no one really cares about you, but you're so close to being an upperclassman. 20 is pretty much the same. I'm no longer a teenager, but I'm still a year away from being completely legal and partaking in all the fun activities a 21-year-old can partake in. Boo.

But who doesn't love birthdays!? Honestly!

So I will be spending my glorious birthday in class, studying, and then birthday festivities with my amazing friends (delicious chocolate cake and Audrey Hepburn movies :-D).

Hope everyone has a fabulous February 18th!

((Some pics from last weekend's birthday fun in Orlando with my favorite people))

Hiatus - fail.

CBK and I decided this afternoon that we are going on a boy hiatus. Considering our recent luck in that department, we figured it might be best to just forget about 'em. Everyone says you find love when you least expect it, right?

So we began our boy hiatus feeling very liberated. But not 60 seconds into this liberating boy ban and every single male we see is hot, like jaw-dropping hot, the kind of hot you just don't see every day and least of all 50 in ONE day. It was ridiculous, really. We just walked around looking like idiots with our mouths gaping open and cursing our luck.

But of course that would happen. Of course.

4 hours after embarking on this new journey we came to another mutual agreement - the boy hiatus was a bad, bad idea.