Thursday, July 24, 2014

you there, with the 8 legs

It's Friday Eve!! We've made it. And I blogged every day thus far! WHOA!! 

I have this debilitating fear of spiders. It's serious. I sometimes have these awful, extremely real feeling dreams about spiders crawling on me in my bed. Sometimes I can move, sometimes I can't. Also, sometimes I remember them other times, like when it first started happening, my mom would find me curled up in a ball in the hallway screaming about the "giant spider in my bed." Scary. Mind you I was like 18, this isn't some childhood thing. I was a senior in high school. I guess she just put me back to bed because I had no clue it had happened when I woke up. 


With this information, it should come as no surprise that I make my dad spray the house down with this really really concentrated industrial strength bug killer more often than what is probably necessary. And now that I have my own place I've made him spray it twice so far, typically it's a bi-yearly thing, I think. I've been in there for like 6 weeks (not full time yet, seeing as I'm still sans toilet.)

On Monday night he and I were at the studio finishing up putting the faceplates on the outlets & things when I spotted the biggest of spiders I have ever seen (that's a stretch, but still. It was quite large) I probably could have hopped on the little heffer's back and ridden her. Dad killed it along with all the little evil devil's spawn that scurried from it's corpse. Stated: "I guess I need to spray again." Yeah, Dad. That'd be great. My ass isn't coming back until that happens.

Tuesday night he sprayed. A lot. A lot. A lot. He came back in from getting the outside & said "Spiders are hard to kill. You get roaches & other bugs who walk through it and then put their hands in their mouths *motions with his hand to his mouth like nom nom nom* and they're done. But spiders, their little feet and mouths are so tiny it's hard to get to them. You really have to spray a lot down." 

I was cracking up. It was the funniest thing. I mean, you might have to know my dad, but picture this tall man who is pretty stoic (not all the time, but most the time) motioning to his mouth with his hands a la cookie monster om nom nom. 

Now, I'm going to go off & have horrible dreams because I have relived this traumatizing event from Monday. But I had to share the visual of Dad.

I hope you all have a beautiful day & a great weekend! 

kisses & peaches


Wednesday, July 23, 2014

confesssions: I'm just not that into you

Hump Day Confessions. My favorite day. I really really like these posts, mostly because reading everyone else's makes me feel not so bad! Thanks, y'all! ;)

To start off here's a fun one: this guy has been on me wanting to go out again…..

A. wasn't so awesome the first time
B. "I've just been really busy lately." - false. kind of. I have been really busy, but not so busy as to not be able to go out for a minute every Thursday night. And you know, hang out with other people. 

On to the next one

You know those Maytag commercials where the Maytag guy is pretending to be the appliances? They crack my shit up. Every single time. I'm a marketing director's dream. 




I hate laundry. a lot. Not the actual sorting or placing in the wash but the hanging up, folding, & putting away process. But turns out, doing laundry every 2-3 weeks results in much more hanging, folding, & putting away. Who woulda thunk that?

Most weeks I end up wearing at least one pair of running tights 2 days (sometimes in a row, sometimes not) without washing. GROSS! I used to be on this great Thursday wash my gym clothes schedule - but that fails most the time. hashtag: no shame

I finished writing this at a bar. On my computer. Yes, I took my computer to the bar.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Sincerely,

Hello there Tuesday people! Good to see you again!

Recently I was rewatching the first season of Withes of East End on Netflix. If you haven't seen it - go watch it. Now. Then start season 2 on Lifetime because there are only 3 episodes so far and you'll catch up quick so we can talk about it!

So, Joanna had a quote that I really really relate to. Especially as of late. "How much of what you say to me is bullshit & how much is actually sincere?" She said that and I was like YES! so much yes! I feel this way about a great deal of people. Probably more than is normal.

Some people, I'm sure, are actually being sincere it's just I have a really big problem with the whole trusting people thing - so I always meet something that sounds sincere with a raised eyebrow & heavy dose of sarcasm.

And then there are other people who say things that sound like they're sincere & meaningful (I'm positive they are not) & not 5 minutes later follow up with acting like an utter d-bag & can fuck right off. Then they go on to say something super nice. You're ups & downs are giving me motion sickness! 

It's these people who make me want to ask: "How much of what you say to me is bullshit & how much is actually sincere?" 

I ask you, do you have people in your life that make you want to ask that question? Why do we continue to put up with it?! I'd really like some insight on this

Have a grrreaaaat day, y'all!!
sincerely ;)


Monday, July 21, 2014

hit the spot like a fireball shot

Happy Monday, everyone!! As I sit here writing this to you I'd like you to know I'm sitting in my very cushy, extremely plush grey & white chevron chair at my very own painted pine farm table turned desk. These are both sitting in my not quite finished, extremely cluttered office at my studio!! How freaking exciting is this!? I seriously cannot believe this is happening! I'm waiting on the telephone guy to get here to install my phone line. My wi-fi was set up Thursday - why they phone line wasn't set up the same day is beyond me - both services are through AT&T.

The only downfall to this little set up is there is currently not yet a toilet & as you can imagine this is a problem!

If you frequent this little space often, you'll have notice that I have been on a little huge hiatus. I'm hoping that changes soon. So, what better way to jump back on the horse than with a quick recap of the most fun day ever.

I spent yesterday in STL with two of the best friends a girl could ask for. We went to places none of us had been before. We had lunch, drinks, & went to a concert. We laughed & there was absolutely no drama. It was seriously the best day I've had in a long time.

First stop for the day: Bailey's Range. And oh my god - it was phenomenal!! 
I had the Dave's Smoked burger - fries with bbq sauce, that's made in house. And this little beauty below is the Strawberry Basil boozy lemonade. SO GOOD!! An excellent lunch choice if you're ever in Downtown St. Louis

Next stop: The Urban Chestnut Brewing Co. The perfect spot for a beer on the patio. Our only complaint? We could have used a breeze. No real worries though. The atmosphere was amazing & it was a really cool place to hang out!


Then to Harpo's, a bar I went to in college frequently. Always a good time!

Next we headed off to the concert & started things off right with baby fireball shots!
The headliner was Dierks Bentley! He had John Pardi, Chase Rice, & Chris Young with him! It was such an amazing time!


We pretended to get drunk on a plane. 


We drank some beers & danced


And took obnoxious photos. Apparently I was incapable of keeping my tongue in my mouth.


And I added 2 new coozies to my collection!


Also, apparently I entered to possibly be a part of a bikini bull riding competition at the PBR bar at Ball Park Village. That would get a few good laughs!!

All in all it was an amazing day & I would do it over a million times! 

Have a great week y'all!


Wednesday, July 16, 2014

I booked a wedding!

Hey y'all! Look who actually showed up today. It's been a LONG time! I have been working every possible minute getting things together at the studio. It won't be long now. We're awaiting a toilet(which will be in by the end of the week, or so I'm told) & then small finishing touches. Phone & interwebs are being hooked up tomorrow!

Today I come to you with an addition to my 30 BEFORE 30. Honestly, I don't know why this wasn't on there from the beginning!

I am adding AND crossing this off all in the same post. What is this goal, you might ask? You're shouting: "EM! GET TO THE POINT!"

Okay. Okay.  Here it is: Book a wedding!! A wedding all my own! I did it!!!

And I didn't book 1. Not even 2. But THREE!!

It wasn't 3 weeks ago I cried to my friend for an hour because no one would trust me with their wedding. Not even my friends. It was a major blow to my ego. (us artsy fartsy people are sensitive souls) And then literally the next day. THE NEXT DAY! I got a call about a wedding. We booked. 2 weeks later another one. 2 days after that. ANOTHER!!!

The first is in December and the other 2 aren't until next summer, plenty of time to prepare!

I'm so happy to share this and post this! Have a fantastic week, friends!


Wednesday, June 11, 2014

you hold my heart.

It is not oft that I cry. It’s very rare, actually. But I’ve noticed a trend. Most often when I find myself crying it is because:
A) exhaustion, and I have no freaking clue why tears are falling from my eyes & I cannot stop. It just has to run it’s course.
OR
B) a song – sometimes this song has past meaning; like when I’m alone or with a few girls from high school and You’re Gonna Miss This or Laughed Until We Cried come on (our maypole songs) I once bawled at a Kenny Chesney concert. It was right after my cousin passed & he sang Who You’d Be Today. It was awful. I still can’t listen to that song. Nothing quite hits like a song live.

Today as I was painting, cutting in the edges, if you will. I’m A Small Town by Kenny Chesney came on. And somewhere between the fumes, poor circulation, & mental exhaustion I found myself crying. Not The Fault in Our Stars (BOOK) or An Affair to Remember (MOVIE) type of cry. But more than a glistening tear.
I will pause for you to listen to it.
I’m a Small Town by Kenny Chesney on Grooveshark
If you listened, thanks buddy! If not, we’re not friends anymore. Just kidding. ;)

It’s not that I just then, in that moment, realized how much I love where I live. But I think it all kind of hit me that my dreams are coming true & there is nowhere else I can picture that happening. There is nowhere else that I want to build my life.

There is a line in the song, “where you grew up & couldn’t wait to just get out.” And that was so me. (and I'm about 1000% sure everyone else) When I was 18, like most kids that age I was hell bent on getting out of here. “you left in a cloud of dust. big city bound. but I never once gave up.”

I LOVED STL. I HATED savannah. I missed every thing about this place - going out to dinner & not getting to finish a meal without seeing at least 15 people you know. Or your family getting to a restaurant at the same time as another family and sitting together impromptu. I missed the closeness. Heck I missed walking into somewhere having never met the person I was speaking to and them saying “you’re Gene’s girl.” Yepp. Sure am!

Either you love me or you hate me for everything I am.
Either I hold your heart or I hold you down.

I’m a small town.


I've been skipping out on this place a lot lately. It's really that I don't have much mental capacity at the end of the day to produce a whole lot of quality writing. But this was a story I thought worthy of print. 

Have a happy weekend y'all. I'm saying now I won't be here for a Friday post. Maybe I will. But probs not.
Love you mean it.

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