Is it summer yet?

3 Apr

The only thing circulating in my brain lately is, “summertime, pool, summertime, sleeping in, no school, heat, pool, summertime.” It is making my responsibilities that much harder to do. Mother nature is not helping, at all. How am I supposed to get my work done when it feels like summer? So, instead of studying I decided to make a list of summer accessories I can’t live without.

The top ten things I need this summer:

10. A Summer Clutch Bag

This cute clutch is a part of the Chanel 2012 Summer Bag collection. It’s funny how I think I can afford this. I will settle for a much cheaper version, but I will own a summer clutch in the near future.

9. Bronzer

My life would not be complete without bronzer. Call me a Guido, but I can’t get enough of it. I love Mac Duo Bronzer because it adds a little sparkle and shimmer to your summer glow!

8. A cute swim suit cover up

This sassy little piece is from Urban Outfitters. Whether you are going to the beach, or laying out by the pool, a cute cover up is always an essential summer accessory. Especially if you still have your winter coat of lard.

7.  Colorful Bracelets

Summer is all about being colorful. I wear bracelets year round, but in the summer I love wearing multiple colorful bracelets to make any summer outfit even brighter!

6. Bright Lipsticks

During the summer, the only make up I wear is lipstick and bronzer. Bright lipstick looks the best with tan skin in the summer! My go-to summer lipstick is by Mac.

5. Sun Glasses

Sun glasses are a vital part of summer. Not only do I wear them to look cute, but also because they hide my face when I am looking scary. I suppose I use them as a cover up year-round, but summer and sunglasses just go together. I recently got a pair of Ray Bans and absolutely love them. You  just can’t go wrong with Ray Bans! They are timeless, classic and compliment almost any type of face.

4.  Steve Madden Wedges

I am completely obsessed with these shoes. This shoe (Steve Madden Winnonna in Bright Multi) represents summer in every way with the bright colors and aztec patterns! Every girl needs a cute pair of summer wedges to wear either day or night, and these shoes are the perfect pair for that. I am not a heal-wearing girl, but I will fall on my face multiple times for these babies.

3. Lace Shorts

Lace shorts are so cute! These are a must have.

2. Summer Sun Dresses

I have about 37 summer dresses, but you can never have too many. Summer dresses are so easy and comfortable to wear during the day or at night. You can dress them up or dress them down, either way they are always cute!

And the number one thing EVERY girl needs is…

1. A Polka Dot Bikini!

Polka dot bikinis have been a summer classic since Brian Hyland sang “Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini” in 1960. I always buy my swim suits from Victoria Secret. They have the best selection, and best fit for any body type!

Now it just needs to be summer so I can sit by the pool in my polka dot bikini, shove my feet into wedges, cake my face with bronzer and wear a comfortable dress everyday for three months.

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Curiosity Brutally Murdered the Cat

28 Mar

Have you ever noticed that every cat dies of a tragic death? Honestly, do you know any cats that have died in their sleep? Last week my 15 year-old beloved cat, Mama Kitty, was swooped up by an owl and taken away as a midnight snack. It made me realize that every cat dies a horrific death.

I have had five cats in my lifetime and not one of them has died of natural causes. First off was an orange tabby. I was around four years old when this kitty met his fate. My brother was leaving for his baseball game, not knowing that the cat had crawled up underneath his truck. When he started his engine the poor orange tabby was skinned alive. Horrible, I know. Then came Big Kitty. We had Big Kitty before I was even born, but when I was seven, Big Kitty got hit by a car and we had to put him to sleep.

Next came Vivian, the most tragic death of all. Vivian was a pretty calico and Mama Kitty’s baby.  My family and I had just gotten home from vacation and my mom was doing laundry. She started the dryer and heard a thumping noise, but just thought it was a pair of tennis shoes. After about an hour my mom went to get the clothes out and to her horror there was sweet little Vivian, dead in the dryer.  I am still scared from this incident.  Poor Viv, curiosity truly did kill the cat.

Puff, Vivian’s brother, was next to go. Puff was my favorite of all my cats. He was a freak of nature, doing things like drinking out of the toilet, eating cheerios with me every morning and weighing nearly 18 pounds. Puff and I were the best of friends.  He followed me around like a dog.  One day during my junior year of high school, Pufferson never returned home from his daily outdoor adventure. I looked all over for that cat, and I came to the conclusion that he was abducted.  About a year after his disappearance, a girl that lives a mile away from me posted pictures of “her” cats on Facebook.  One of them looked EXACTLY like my Puff, so naturally I stalked this girl until I came across her phone number. Like the crazy cat person I am, I texted her simply saying, “Hey you have my cat..”

She fed me a lie saying she had the cat since he was born, but I know she is the cat stealer. I know my cat when I see it. Another example of a tragic cat death is my boyfriend’s cat, Sox. One day, Sox just snapped and was never the same. They took him to the vet thinking a car had hit him, but the vet said he showed no signs of serious injury. From that day on Sox would turn circles to the left until someone stopped him.  Two weeks after the vet, Sox disappeared. They searched all over for him. As they were beginning to give up, my boyfriend heard a meow in the distance. He traced the meow to the neighborhood pond where Sox was just chilling, neck deep, in the water. Two days later, Sox was sunbathing on the drive way. I am sure you can see where this is going. Sure enough, Sox got run over, but STILL did not die. Finally, they decided to put the cat out of his misery with a shovel. Not the method of choice, but finally after more than nine lives, the cat died a tragic death.

Cats may have nine lives, but once that ninth one is up, it is sure to be a horrific death.

Spring Fever

27 Mar

Oh, spring time. You bring so much joy to my life! Rising temperatures, blooming flowers, birds chirping, outdoor adventures and everything in between make springtime the best season. However, flowers blooming, green grass growing and nature restoring has brought on a world of sickness for this immune deficient girl.  Recently, I found out I have chronic tonsillitis, which means I have some sort of viral infection or strep throat way too often. It also means that I have to have a tonsillectomy at the very beginning of summer. Basically, for the past three years I have not been 100% well. Springtime is when my chronic tonsillitis flares up the most due to the amount of airborne allergies this time of year. So what I love most, frolicking outdoors on beautiful days, is literally giving me “spring fever.”

You’re probably thinking, “get over yourself,” and you’re right. That’s where I am going with this. As I sit here, sick and feeling sorry for myself, I realize there is so much to be thankful for.  I may be sickly more than normal, but at least I can still sit on my back porch and enjoy these beautiful days. I think about everyone stuck in a hospital or going through chemo that cannot enjoy days like these and I feel truly blessed.  This little set back in my life is nothing compared to what others are going through.  Everyone, including myself, needs to take a step back and realize how fortunate we are on a daily basis.

 

Moral of the story: Quit feeling sorry for yourself and count your blessings.   

90’s Kid

20 Mar

I don’t care what anyone says, the 90s had the best toys, the best shows and the best movies. Maybe I am a little biased, but I would rather play with Gak over an Xbox any day. Last week I blogged about missing my childhood, so this week I thought I would make a list of the things that only 90s kids would truly appreciate.

Rugrats

What’s better than a show about a red-headed freak, an evil toddler, a set of twins and Tommy Pickles? Nothing. I so desperately wanted to be one of those characters, particularly Angelica. She was that intimidating bully everyone hates, so naturally I wanted to be her.

Polly Pockets 

These choking hazards kept me busy for hours. You think a kid today would sit down and play with tiny pieces of plastic? Probably not. I remember wanting to shrink myself down and play in all of Polly Pocket’s houses. That Polly had the sweetest set ups.

Furby 

This is literally the scariest toy every created. Just look at those bug eyes. Oh and not to mention its creepy little voice. “Me hungry,” “Me no like.” No wonder our generation has such bad grammar. My Furby is still alive. Not too long ago it opened its terrifying little eyes and let out a long Furby-language sigh. Talk about nightmares for weeks.

Beanie Babies

Getting a new Beanie Baby was the highlight of my childhood life. I collected Beanie Babies thinking one day I would sell them for a surplus of money. Where are they now? In a plastic tub in my attic. Even though they did not make the fortune I was hoping, they still brought so much joy to my little six-year-old self. I always wanted the tie-dye bear, Garcia, but it was $100. Who in their right minds would spend $100 on a bear full of beans? Now that I think about it, the money my parents  spent on my Beanie Babies could have probably funded my college.

Skip It

Think of how many kids face planted playing with this toy, me being one of them. I was never coordinated enough to master this toy, but I could hula hoop like champ.

The Lion King

Where do I even begin? This is just an ultimate classic. I still watch this movie on occasion and bawl my eyes out. When I was little I was all about Lion King. I still remember my favorite pair of sandals. They were white and pink with Nala’s face on them. I had at least 10 Lion King shirts, a backpack and countless Lion King coloring books. Listening to “The Circle of Life” tugs at my heart strings. If you are a 90s kid, you understand when I say that Lion King is the best movie of all time.

Barney

Barney was such an influential character in my life. I grew up on Barney. I made everyone call me “Michael” or “Fat Tina” because they were my favorite kids on the show. My brother, who is 12 years older than me, was forced to watch Barney with me every single day. What a nice big brother. I love you, you love me we’re a happy family with a great big hug and a kiss from you to me, won’t you say you love me tooooo. That will be stuck in my head for the rest of my life now. Although, I could continue this list for days and days, I will part with a few other 90s classics: The Macarena, Lisa Frank, Tamagotchi, Jock Jams, The Powerrangers, Hey Arnold, Ren and Stimpy, The Backstreet Boys, Goose Bumps and of course, Bill Clinton.

Childhood

13 Mar

I genuinely miss being a child. Life was so simple and pure. The only worries in life were remembering to feed your tamagotchi and having more Beanie Babies than your friends. When did life get so complicated? Now life is bogged down by life decisions, never having enough money and always having too much work.   All I wanted to do was grow up, and now I would give anything to be a child for just one day.

I miss the days when the scariest aspects of my life were “Are You Afraid of the Dark” and “Goosebumps.” I miss when the worst thing that could happen was being sent to my room. I miss the days of playing red rover, red rover send so-and-so over. I miss running wild at recess in my light-up sneakers. I miss when Britney Spears was a role model. I miss the days when the Backstreet Boys melted my heart.  I miss Rugrats, Doug, All That, Rocko’s Modern Life, CatDog, and Hey Arnold.  Most of all, I miss not having a care in the world.

The kids in today’s society do not know real childhood. Now that technology has taken over, kids don’t know the simplicity of being a child. Instead of playing outside until dark, kids sit inside all day playing X-Box. It saddens me. My childhood was about collecting Beanie Babies, playing kickball with the neighborhood kids, playing every sport I could and using my imagination. That is what saddens me the most.  Children do not know how to use their imaginations. We entertained ourselves by making forts out of sheets, playing baseball in the backyard and making up dances to Britney Spears songs. I colored and made books almost everyday when I was a kid, and now today’s entertainment is playing video games and watching T.V.

Being young and naïve is one of life’s greatest moments.  Living simply and care-free is such a short part of life, and I am so lucky to have had such a wonderful childhood.

I’d do anything to go back to this time and be that little care-free weirdo for one more day. 

Technologically Impaired

9 Mar

I hate technology. I absolutely hate it.  Wednesday I woke up to the black screen of death on my iPhone. After 20 minutes of charging, a message popped up saying, “activation required.” Basically, in real people language this means, “you’re screwed.” After hours of panic and searching every possible way to fix my phone, I realized that it was too far-gone. I took the broken phone to RadioShack to trade it in for a new phone and to my surprise, they offered to buy my old phone for $200, making my brand new iPhone 4S only $7.50. I was thrilled to have this pretty new phone for such a cheap price!

It wasn’t until later that I began experiencing the repercussion of the broken phone. I thought I had recently backed up my phone, but turns out I hadn’t since February 15, 2011. Therefore, I lost everything relevant on my phone.  Text messages, pictures, music, ect. Out of everything, I think I am most upset about losing my text messages. I had messages that date back to September 2009 and now they are gone. I had funny texts from my mom, nice texts from my boyfriend, picture messages from my friends and so on and so on. I have trouble letting go of memorabilia so I am in angst about this.

I blame this all on technology. Although technology is great in some aspects, I miss the simplicity of not having a cell phone or a computer.

Well lesson learned the hard way, ALWAYS back up your phone.

How many times can you call?

6 Mar

Here is a little story about how I caught a case of the crazies last week.

My boyfriend, Tyler, plays baseball at Hutchinson CC in Kansas. Last weekend was the Hutchinson Blue Dragons first home baseball series, so afterwards he and a few of his friends went to celebrate at a Mexican restaurant. We were texting until about 7:30 Sunday evening when he said he would call me after he was done.  By 11 I hadn’t heard from him so I texted “what are you doing?” and still, no reply.  Two hours later I began to get a little frustrated, so I decided to call rather than text. No answer.  Then I was annoyed. I went to bed thinking he would call once he got home from wherever he was, but once again, no call.

I went to class at 10:30 and still had not heard from him. After class I called again, no answer.  He knows I hate when he doesn’t answer his phone, so by 12 I am livid. I had called 4 times and sent one text at this point, but I decided to call again. No answer. They had a baseball game that day at two so I figured he was still sleeping, but when 1:30 rolled around and still no call I was beginning to worry a little. He would never ignore my calls or texts, and he always calls or texts me back, so this was starting to get weird.

It had been 16 hours since I heard from him so I decided to text his roommate to make sure he was ok. His roommate said that they drank the night before and he was still asleep when they left for the game. My immediate reaction was anger beyond belief but when I realized he was supposed to go to the game I began to worry, a lot. Now I was thinking the worst case scenarios, so I called him 5 more times in a 30 minute span. By this point I was convinced he had choked on his own vomit and died. By 4:30 I was in complete angst, so I called his mom. She hadn’t heard from him either and was beginning to worry too.  Since all of his roommates went to their baseball game, no one was there to check on him.  At 5:00, after about 6 more calls, I was contemplating driving up there.  As I was getting my keys, my phone rings and it was Tyler. After apologizing a million times he told me he had lost his phone early the night before and had no way of calling me. At first I was just so happy to know he was alive but then I was furious at him for making me worry like that.

So question is, how many times can you call before you’re crazy? In this case I thought he was dead. That’s a legitimate reason to call upwards of 15 times in 24 hours, right?  In any other circumstance that would be considered absolutely crazy. I always give myself a 3 call maximum in a 12 hour period. That rule applies to friends, family, or boyfriends/girlfriends.

So moral of the story: next time you pick up the phone to call, just wait, chances are that person isn’t dead and they will call you when they want to talk to you.