- People who don’t use their blinker when turning
- People who turn on their blinker 5 blocks before their turn
- Straight men with perfectly arched eyebrows
- Dallas Cowboy fans
- Cherry flavored anything. ( That’s like Robitussin flavored food)
- Guys with their girlfriends in their Tinder picture
- Girls with beauty mark piercings #THOTDots
- Tights with stirrups and why people are still wearing them in 2016
- Why Uber can legally hike up the price 300% during peak times
- People who purposely spell “what’s up” as “wats up”
- Trump supporters
- Well done steak
- Why Kandi never checks Mama Joyce
- Why is it so hard to find the perfect foundation shade
- Why don’t I have enough time to read all the book I want to read
- Chunky highlights
- Why gel manicures cost more than acrylics
- Why Mr Right doesn’t just show up at my front door
- Colored Contacts
- Why bananas ripen so fast
As my 29th birthday is approaching my brain and emotions have been all over the place. The excitement and fear for the big 3.0 are starting to creep in. Soon I will no longer be in my 20s. I can no longer blame mistakes on my age. As some would say, “I’m good and grown” now. But as I approach this next decade of life I can’t help but think about the person I want to be. The person I have always dreamed of being.
I want to healthy and happy.
I want to live life free of limits
I want to travel and go on great adventures
I want to explore my creativity
I want to be more forgiving
I want to love myself and others
I want to be the best me I can be
For my birthday I wanted to try something new and different so I chose to get my palm read. My expectations were extremely low. I was expecting to hear her say that I would get a promotion tomorrow, marry a millionaire and a bunch of other crazy tales, instead my psychic told me I should get back to blogging.
It took me completely by surprise when she told me that I need to get back to writing. I was kind of shocked that she would know that I write. It’s not often that I consider myself a writer in the first place. In my mind true writers have so much to say and don’t deal with the extreme block that I face. I admit I had great expectations for this blog I have so much I want to share but honestly I’m scared. I’ve never been a very open person and I’m not sure what people would be interested in reading. Recently, I thought about shutting the site down but now I’m thinking maybe I should give it another try.
So that brings me to my next question what do you all want to read about? I’d love to hear everyone’s thoughts!
As a kid reaching age 27 seemed like light-years away. I had all these ideas on what being 27 would be like. I can remember playing with my imaginary friends (#onlychildproblems) pretending to be a grown up who was slowing approaching 30. At the time, I thought this age would be magical. And honestly I must say its really not THAT bad, but its far from what I imagined.
You see 10 year old me thought:I’d be a famous singer Reality: I work for an insurance company I’d be married Reality: Not even close I’d have 2 kids Reality: (see above) I’d own a 2 story home Reality: I live in a house (Does that count?) I’d live in Florida (Don’t judge me, I wanted to live close to the Backstreet Boys and Disney World) Reality: I live in Tennessee (PS You couldn’t pay me to live Florida.. no offense Floridians) I’d drive a Camaro Reality: I drive a Kia I’d have great friends Reality: Well I guess some things do come true! As a kid, where did you think you’d be at your current age?
First, let me say I’m sorry. I have taken quite a long hiatus from this blog. Honestly, life just got in the way. No one ever told me that once I have a legitimate job I would never do anything besides work, eat, sleep, and pay bills. Seriously, these last 6-ish months pretending to be a grown up made me a bad blogger.
Not only did I miss my 1 year anniversary, I also missed my readers. Though there may only be a few of y’all- you kept me encouraged to keep going. Sorry I abandoned you… but I’m here now!
So let’s play catch up for a moment:
- I moved to Nashville
- I started a new job
- I love it but I work close to 50+ hours a week
- I still don’t have a social life
- I’m even closer to 30
As you see not much has changed. But I plan to change that in 2015. This is my year! Sure I said that last year, but this year I’ll try a little harder. It’s the effort that counts, right?
Packing is a tedious process that requires master organization. Whether its for a trip or for a big move, packing is something absolutely NO ONE enjoys; me being at the top of that list. Considering that in the last 8 years I have moved 6 times, one would think I obviously enjoy it, but packing still gives me the blues. However, over the year I have learned to appreciate a properly packed box and gained tons of valuable knowledge on the subject of packing.
Since sharing is caring, today I am going to share with you all some of my packing tips
The Ultimate Guide to Packing For a Big Move
- Aim for a maximum weight of 50 pounds per box to make it easier to handle.
- Make sure boxes are firmly packed to avoid rattling or having the boxes bend inward.
- Layer boxes with the heaviest items on the bottom and the lightest on top.
- Try to avoid mixing items from different rooms in the same box
- Boxes should always be sealed with packing tape, avoid interlock moving box tops.
- Label every box with specific room it belong in and list its contents on the side
- Wrap fine china, crystal, glass and delicate items individually in tissue paper or bubble wrap. Try to avoid newspaper because the ink can stain items
- Use towels or lightweight blankets to wrap larger delicate items such as mirrors
- Wrap all artwork in paper or bubble wrap. Do not place in boxes with any other sharp items to avoid possible tears in art.
- Cushion boxes with crushed paper, towels or blankets to help avoid fragile items from shifting
- Label boxes “FRAGILE” and “ THIS SIDE UP”
- Layer large flat dishes such as plates and platters on the bottom of the boxes. Proceed to fill box according to size and shape. Place all flat items on the lower level with objects like bowls on top.
- Use cell pack box dividers when packing glassware. Place wrapped glasses in each cubby. Glasses can be stacked inside one another, if necessary.
- When packing flatware sort all like items and place into Ziploc bags or wrap the bundle in paper then tape to secure
- An easy and safe way to pack knives, is to place them in a small container before placing in boxes. Use a container that cannot be easily punctured. Make sure all knife points are facing the same direction and the lid of the container is secured with tape.
- Remove batteries from appliances before packing.
- Place all components in the same container with electronic item
- If still available pack all electronics in their original boxes.
- Wind all electrical cords and chargers then fasten so the will not tangle
- Wrap TVs and monitors in large blankets or quilted furniture pads then secure it with tape
- Empty liquids from small appliances like irons, steamers and coffee pots
- Use wardrobe boxes and suitcases to pack clothing items
- Pack your out-of-season and used infrequently items first.
- In order to save space, it’s ok leave blankets, sweaters, towels and similar lightweight materials in dresser drawers.
Hello! I am so thrilled to be a guest blogger on Trice’s site. I really enjoy Trice’s blog. It is very comical and relevant for us awkward girls. I’ve known Trice since middle school and ever since then, we hit it off. We are kindred spirits; I’m just a little more outspoken and daring from time to time. Anyways, like Trice, I have had my share of awkward encounters in the 26 years of my life. One being last night. . . . .
Occasion: Friend’s birthday kick back (house party)
Case: It was a nice little shindig full of people I didn’t know. I only knew 2 people, my close friend and the birthday girl. It was a great setting. So after a mean game of taboo and a few people left, I was sitting with my close friend and she began to speak with a guy (very attractive might I add) who seemed like he was trying to leave but stayed to answer the questions. After she sparked up a Q&A, she so conveniently walked away while turning and winking at me. She left us in the corner alone as he was standing looking around in front of me and I am sitting there thinking….. A W K W A R D …. So you know what I do? I do what seems to be natural; I play cool and start asking him questions based off of what he told my friend. And then we began to have a nice conversation learning that there’s a common thing we share… the Love for the Lord. I asked him if he wanted to sit and he did. As I am talking to him, the whole time I am thinking, surely this man will ask for my number by the end of the night. He is pretty interesting and he seemed like he was interested in me…or was he?
The problem: After an hour or so, I start to scramble around the apartment to get my purse and say my goodbyes. I go back to where I was sitting and begin to dig through my purse to find my keys…The guy pulls out his keys as if he was leaving too. My close friend started to get ready as well because she was going to walk out to her car. At this point, I feel like things are going in slow motion. I pick up my purse after I find my keys and I look at him and he looks at me…and there is this long pause…so I shake his hand and I let him know it was nice to have met. I turn toward the door and I am like what just happened? Again I say, A.W.K.W.A.R.D… this ending is not what I had in mind.
Walking out to the car I am baffled. My friend asks if I liked him, and I tell her yea but he didn’t ask for my number. She then ends with “men are so slow.”
Okay I know what you are thinking…..why didn’t I ask for his number? Look, I know we are in a new era where women are doing the same thing men are doing (and sometimes better) and we are liberated and DOING IT honey, but you see, I am not that type of girl who will ask a man for his number. For my Martin fans, in my Sheneneh Jenkins’ voice “I’m a Lady.” I am pretty old fashion when it comes to dating…the guy will have to pursue and initiate things with me. I believe now that we have this new system of thinking, we are producing weaker men who don’t hunt any longer. Why should they? Women are doing it for them. So men have become immune to this new societal standard where women pursue and take the lead. Now I am not accusing said guy but could my thesis be a possibility? Or could it be that he really just wasn’t interested in me and I jumped to conclusions with this one. Either way, I still have the funny memory of the night I thought he would ask for my number.
Have you ever thought a guy would ask for your number but didn’t? Share your experience in the comments.
I find that I do my best thinking during the late night hours. Sometime I get bright ideas, but most of the time my mind is flooded with lots of super random questions and inquiries. Here are just a few of the thoughts running through my mind tonight.
- Do you think humans will ever evolve into flying creatures?
- Wouldn’t it be awesome to just fly where ever you want, whenever you want to?
- I would fly to Egypt to see the pyramids.
- Then I would fly to Jackson’s in Nashville for Cookie Dough Eggrolls.
- I wonder, when you kill a fly does their family send out a search party?
- Can I be charged with Fly murder?
- You know, I really love infomercials
- If you can set it and forget, won’t you burn it?
- If I call after the 20 sec countdown ends, can I no longer get the Chop Magic for the limited time low price offer of $19.95?
- Is anyone reading this?
- I wonder if I can make friends by randomly interviewing strangers.
- I wonder if my readers would enjoy reading about these interviews
Can you relate to any of my random thoughts? What do you think about in the weee hours of the night? Let’s talk about it in the comments!
When I’m not watching home makeover shows or ABC dramas, I really enjoy reading a good book, preferably fiction because I already know how the story ends in non-fiction. I think, like most people, I enjoy fiction because it allows me to explore a whole new world and live vicariously through the characters. We all find ourselves so deeply invested in the story that we begin to visualize it. Then just as our imagination is running wild, Hollywood comes and turns the story into a movie.
Sometimes the movie is great and reflects exactly how you pictured the story. Most of the time they take a few too many creative liberties, like completely eliminating minor yet vital characters or unnecessarily changing the storyline. The strange thing is that sometimes the movie is actually good despite the inaccuracies but you wish you hadn’t read the book so you could have truly enjoyed the film.
For Instance, the movie Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. I actually thought the movie was really good, but I just couldn’t fully enjoy it because I couldn’t get over how they had Lena and Kostos fall in love at first sight, knowing darn well that was not the case. Or how in A Walk to Remember- the movie, Jamie dies, when in the book there is the possibility that they lived happily ever after. I went into the theater with high expectations for these films. Although, both of these are great movies, reading the book before the movie left me slightly disappointed and hindered my potential for full enjoyment. However, when I read a book after seeing the film, I get to enjoy all the details the movie left out. I feel like I understand the characters better.
I’m excited to go to see The Fault in Our Stars today! I plan to go into the theater with 0 expectations. I will meet new characters and become enthralled with them. Then I will go home and read the book, so I can explore the story just a little bit more.
Which do you prefer to do first, read the book or watch the movie? Let’s discuss it in the comments.
I’m a Texan 1st and a Southerner 2nd, but just like anyone else from the lower eastern part of the country, grits have been a staple in my household. Nothing says Southern comfort food like a bowl of yummy creamy grits. For generations Mamas and Grannies have been feeding their families this delectable savory side dish…..
The keyword in that last sentence SAVORY. That’s the only way they are allowed to be eaten. You can spice them up with some butter, salt, maybe a little pepper or perhaps some cheese. If you want to get all fancy, you can make it with cornmeal add in some parm and call it polenta. As long as its savory you are A-OK in my book.
But imagine my surprise when I got to college and realized that their are people in this world bold enough to desecrate a bowl of grits with sugar. Finding that out truly hurt my spirit. I vividly remember the first time I saw someone eating sweet grits.
Location: The Caf
Suspect: Girl from my dorm
Description of Crime: It was a during Breakfast on a Sunday morning. The suspect was seen pouring an obscene amount of sugar in her grits
When I first saw her my thought was, “Oh bless her heart, the poor Yank doesn’t know how to eat grits”. I was going to go politely let her know that typically grits were eaten with salt and butter, but I didn’t really know her like that. So I let her eat that sweet concoction in peace, but I was side-eyeing her like nobody’s business, and deep down inside I got this feeling that she was the type of person I couldn’t trust.
After a lot of pondering over that feeling I think I have narrowed down to the three reasons why you can’t trust people who put sugar in their grits.
They are Fake
No one likes fakers and these people are as fake as it gets. Obviously they had no idea how to eat grits so they treated it like that nasty prison food, a.k.a cream of wheat. I mean honestly, can you really trust someone who is so boldly fake. I’m sorry but in this instance you can’t fake it till you make it. You either know how to eat grits or you don’t. No need to put on a charade.
Addiction to Sugar
90% of Americans probably have a sugar addiction, but this is taking it to a whole other level. Like a Lindsey Lohan kind of level. That’s a problem. You don’t want to hang out with people who’s addiction is sooo strong that they would have the nerve to eat sweet grits. I mean people don’t sugar on their corn on the cob. Italians don’t put sugar in polenta. Why would someone put it in grits? I just don’t understand.
I just can’t trust people who display a poor sense of judgement. Someone who would put sugar in grits shows a complete disregard of sacred unwritten law and a lack of common sense.
Obviously I feel passionate about this topic. So what are your thoughts on sweet grits eaters? Let me know in the comments