tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79144235192167006332024-03-21T17:58:59.673-07:00If the Tiara FitsMiss Austinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04614302569941145306noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914423519216700633.post-18452965981006800082011-06-13T12:03:00.000-07:002011-06-14T05:58:30.429-07:00Misc. Monday<div align="center"><span>Just a few miscellaneous thoughts that have been plaguing me for the majority of the day.<br /><br /></span>1. I leave for <a href="http://missaustin120.blogspot.com/2011/06/shes-leavin-on-midnight-train-to.html">Myrtle Beach </a><span>a mere 0NE WEEK from today!! WooHooooo!<br />{Vicky Gunvalson style}<br /></span></div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617784933637039058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP8gTfyPvQUvTSO6znUr0eKo9RIG1ny7Tj6gG0oHO3Dll5DS30vgc5D4GIeubQslIvpNWlwk1WpUpQ-_dQVa7mb2BofUQx5q7LBgnT6pfXFqq_vHIjgATrdRVmhSaQt_YLKZodylzK5tPG/s400/VickyG.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><div align="center">P.S. Her book is next on my reading list!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617785574644189666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZIQ6ADIqAAWUk7HvHvYptNAkoXjAtq8bJUB-tp6za2I8SVt-kvt3ALxQHzb_weXYQj4oBoBVKtvURsZNWXsyKuTKqUuJfa4S2qpBehZQhJuPEeEW1OrqwOt_tHk3gPOzFv6Eu6gCZuCoA/s400/VickiBook.jpg" border="0" />I'm sure it's full of wonderful pearls of wisdom & maybe even a few tips on appropriate WooHoo times. I need work on mine.<br /><br />2. 9 bridesmaids is too many... It looks completely ridiculous when your bridesmaids have to stand in 2 rows to fit up there with you. Get a grip & downsize.<br /><br />3. Sweet mother of all things holy...<br />Your/You're<br />To/Too/Two<br />Their/There/They're<br />Where/Wear/Were<br />Women/Woman<br />Then/Than<br />Do NOT text me unless you can differentiate.<br />The boo's little bro gets it... Why can't anyone else?!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617796491584796914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4xZWMvqU_eMCgZytH8eOrPXC2svu11TmKUV8PRk_bJmvRvW1PjJaJZ3od1Lqjvkfk5Ef1VcBHwJYRqlVy4U21EpZSNZFYYaUYoNNWRNDg1WL6hy5yAYzbtxb4T7DYzDtSeQ7megTOjvnk/s400/iPhonePic.PNG" border="0" /></div><br /><div align="center">I happen to be the spelling/grammar nazi & I'm sure once he noticed his mistake he began fearing for his life & felt the need to correct it immediately, preventing further reprocussions.<br />SpellCheck yourself before you wreck yourself, y'all.<br /><br />4. Happy 25th Birthday to Mary Kate & Ashley Olsen!<br /><br />5. Denim jackets are BACK & I am loving it!<br />Per Pippa, I'll be busting mine out ASAP.<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617795426883951058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCEfZG8iwh2ZmT56hxJAnO8wesfOMcht5oweiDVz1chjEVe6YqQbGGq4u0_muMwcFs5X1lJ8pqmhpEjACbaFCOB1gU3ddAMKq1-wbLNfcqIT9xqqohdJsBdRsH-ZnwjU_uLcTzAw9BQXvB/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617795609150294402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk62zgKuD-xV3Aa0lr3rz5O5_lGKAjwo7Y5fbCjfPODLEYGQxWHpi7Ps9xRqgaPjbdOAi3f9Irl8YN-AiLsg3Gi_3HOTKx5s08pGlC3GA9wqwB1XGzyi6y3lwswePg20Od6N_K1jeBfGtz/s400/Pippa2.bmp" border="0" /><br /><br /><p align="center">6. Ya know that saying "Don't make someone a priority, if you're only an option"?<br />Well, it's ringin' pretty true today & it's making me kind of sad for some reason. It's not like I should be surprised but my little naive heart is hurting. I guess it's because, like the saying says, I've made someone a priority with the faith & trust that I'm not an option. But time & time again, I'm proven wrong.<br />Oh well, on to bigger & better things!<br /><br />7. I've never been an incredibly religious person... I am still finding my way & trying to figure out exactly what I believe. But I found this bible verse & have been clinging to it {for quite some time, actually} like it's my job.<br /><em>"Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing!"<br />Isaiah 43:18-19.</em><br />I just love the message in this verse... It never gets old.<br /><br />8. I have a blonde appointment Wednesday & I am so excited I can't stand it. Despite the insane upkeep, I love being a blonde.<br />{That's right, I'm not a natural blonde. Shocker, I know!}<br /><br />& finally....</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617794150298857330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEEPpbM9yoqZHM2Z-fPJNZS5-wkBKFzP3s2f4JL2MSIUiqfeSJP8YN3rddvU_KrP0og6Pmgev3riYBd3UnbECgXBAS_y535hjrertKM9Bsz_3ER2_7Wq4m6uA0FdrbfDbYXmRiFVqec5Bf/s400/Monday.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center">XOXO!</p>Miss Austinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04614302569941145306noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914423519216700633.post-4215559963212979782011-06-10T07:32:00.001-07:002011-06-13T07:52:40.746-07:00The Freaks Come Out at Night - Pt. 2<div align="center">Remember how I promised a Freaks Part 2 post? Well, I'm hoping it was worth the wait because heeere it is!<br />If you have no idea what I'm talking about, please see <a href="http://missaustin120.blogspot.com/2011/06/freaks-come-out-at-night-pt-1.html">this post </a>for background!</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Alright... There's this guy, who we'll refer to as John {because similar to my <a href="http://missaustin120.blogspot.com/2011/06/freaks-come-out-at-night-pt-1.html">last 'freaks' post </a>that is <em>not</em> his name & merely popped in my head for no reason} who has an unlimited package at the tanning bed, wherein he can come as often as he wants for 30 days & pay a pittance compared to buying single visits each time he wants to tan. Needless to say, he comes <strong>every. single. day.</strong> Not kidding.<br />It irritates my boss because <em>{I think}</em> she feels she's losing money... In a roundabout way, but losing money nonetheless. Come on though, if she doesn't want people coming an unlimited amount of times in 30 days, she shouldn't offer an unlimited package. Hello, captain obvious.</div><br /><br /><p align="center">Anyway! He comes in every day, right before we close, & asks for the hottest bulbs. Which really, if you're coming every day, hot bulbs or not really doesn't matter. You're gunna be tan. Did I mention both his arms are covered in sleeves of tattoos? Again, hot bulbs or not, daily tanning or not, you can't even <em>see</em> the true color of his arms thanks to the tats. But whatever, to each his own I suppose.</p><br /><div align="center">I don't particularly care for this guy... He wants special treatment but is incredibly rude when asking for it. My boss told me that he came in once, leaned over the counter to get closer to her face, &... Wait for it... BURPED right in her face!!</div><br /><div align="center">Seriously?!</div><br /><div align="center">Who does that?</div><br /><div align="center">WHO DOES THAT???</div><br /><div align="center">Sick.<br /></div><br /><div align="center">Also an interesting tidbit... He & another customer, who we can call Debra, make out on the reg in the parking lot............ I'm sorry, what?</div><br /><div align="center">I mean, I know our parking lot has great ambiance, what with the vast blacktop, empty spaces, & dramatic lighting, but come ON. Really?? Do you honestly have nowhere else in which you can partake in those activities?<br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center">So he came in Monday night & I was in the back switching towels from the washer to the dryer & I didn't hear the doorbell. Jan says that it rings in the back, but with the washer/drying going & all the fans on, I can hardly ever hear it. I come out of the laundry room & see him peering impatiently into the hallway... I realize I didn't hear the bell & he's up there waiting so I quicken my pace to get back up front. I guess he expected me to break into a full-on run because when I got up there he was all huffy & ticked. He greeted me as follows:<br /><em>"I want 20 minutes in some good, hot bulbs."</em><br /></div><br /><div align="center">He doesn't bother giving me his name at this point because of course, I've committed it to memory thanks to his high maintenance issues, gaseous antics, parking lot PDA, & unique appearance. &, not to mention, he happened to jump up my <em>you-know-what</em> the last time I asked for it. I guess he thinks he's the only person that comes into the tanning bed during my shifts & can't understand why I didn't remember his name. Very logical, right? Right.</div><br /><div align="center">{Insert sarcasm}</div><br /><div align="center">I respond sweetly, of course, <em>"Ok, you're all set in 25."</em><br /><em>"Are those hot bulbs? I want hot bulbs."</em><br /></div><br /><div align="center">No dude, they're not. You just asked me for hot bulbs, so of course, I'm not giving them to you.</div><br /><div align="center">Really?</div><br /><div align="center">Just go in there & get out of my face before you get the urge to belch.<br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center">So he saunters to his designated tanning bed & I resume my closing/cleaning duties. Shortly after, Debra, yes <em>THE</em> Debra, mentioned above, walks in & asks which bed he is in, {she saw his car when she pulled in & I guess wanted to let him know she was available for another make out sesh. Ick.} I tell her, set her in her own bed, & she mosies along to begin her 20 minutes of tanning in bed 26... She makes a pit stop at John's door, knocks & lets him know which bed she's in.</div><br /><div align="center">Let me just pause for a moment... I didn't realize until it was too late that she was <em>THE</em> Debra from the parking lot. I thought she was just a friend but then my little blonde noggin put two & two together. Yep, this little blonde noggin just put the PDA offenders side by side. Good one. Not that what happened next could have been avoided, most likely, but I partially blame myself.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">& let me just explain the tanning bed's layout a little bit, so you can understand my emotions during the events that follow. The desk is at the front {obviously} & there are two long hallways on either side of the desk. The hallway on the right starts with bed 1 & goes through 21. The hallway on the left starts with 22 & goes through 37. {I know, she has a boatload of tanning beds.} Anyway, the way the left hallway is laid out, 25 & 26 are pretty close to the front. Bear that in mind as I wrap this story up.</div><br /><div align="center"><br />So John's tanning sesh ends, he comes out & I'm pumped because I am so ready to bid this guy adieu & send him on his merry way. Turns out I wasn't going to get my wish.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">Instead of coming up front, tossing his towel in the basket, & walking out the door, he gives a single loud knock on <em>THE</em> Debra's door & waltzes right on in.<br />Pause for reaction.<br /></div><br /><div align="center">Now let me just say, being a born & raised Lexentonian {not sure if that's a word, but you get my drift,} & also being raised by an overprotective mother, it's not difficult to shock the hell out of me. I've seen quite a few odd things but they usually shake me to my core & I can't believe they've happened. Which is exactly what this moment did.<br />Not only was I shocked that he walked right into her little room while she was tanning, but I was also shocked that <em>she</em> didn't even lock her door! Like she was expecting it! WHAT?!<br /></div><br /><div align="center">& here I am, up front folding towels trying to pretend I didn't just see that.<br /><em>THE</em> Debra still had about 6 or 7 minutes of tanning time left & he stayed in there that entire time, PLUS about 10 more minutes after her bed shut off! & I can hear everything that goes on in that room because it's so close to the front, & lemme tell ya, they weren't talking.<br /></div><br /><div align="center">Meanwhile, I'm still up front in a full blown panic. Remember, it's not hard to shock me. I think my thoughts were going a little something like this:<br /><em>"What do I do? Where do I stand? Keep folding towels? Run to the back? What if they find out I've gone to the back & it just gets worse? What if they stay in here until after we're closed & I'm ready to go & I have to go intervene? I want to puke... What do I do? I'll just keep folding these towels... I want to puke. WHAT DO I DO????"<br /></em>Remember how in <a href="http://missaustin120.blogspot.com/2011/06/freaks-come-out-at-night-pt-1.html">Part 1</a> I told you I tend to think the worst when given the time to do so? Well, I had ample time to stand there & continue to panic.<br />I texted my friend & told her what was happening & she asked me if that was allowed.</div><br /><div align="center">Is that allowed?! I don't know!! It's never happened before!!<br /><br />Anyway, long story longer, the two lovebirds eventually left & I didn't dare peak out into the parking lot to see if the lovefest continued. I seriously hesitated to clean that bed because I didn't want to go anywhere near it but I felt the need to protect whomever was put in it the next day.<br /></div><br /><div align="center">But is that not just completely & totally weird?!</div><br /><div align="center">Blows my mind. Please tell me I'm not alone & completely unjustified in my shock?!</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Happy Friday!<br />XOXO</div>Miss Austinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04614302569941145306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914423519216700633.post-43538928451710167432011-06-09T08:34:00.000-07:002011-06-13T05:51:42.695-07:00Keller Creative Giveaway! :)<div align="center">Kim over at <a href="http://www.keller-creative.com/">Keller Creative </a>is having a giveaway in honor of her hubby's bday that was just yesterday! Puh-Leeease check out this adorbs tote!</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616244709955524226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioUByICO66rXIyDzq3MiUZuQENGcrHyrr_HWQB-Sydxl01Fiz080dd0TvknZZVQZsfumkNARG6EsPGaIM4KESKaEJ56YeFHgZqUh4iaFrXkwzIG3Vk7qLse0l_AIkzjMfsM3QiQ65NPPYr/s400/giveaway-2.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616246222518445826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXgfq8Hi16EY0zImlpJMQXxebwOcyq82ZG_Pl0APq7a7GaxK5HusrvBQHHxX3guyuJuC1YNmFTUH9pmkCE15RrDeQA5sZ0zCHUqAMYXgh3ViuF0DPmh130zExNuUzpsETUx3LxjIMLZHjY/s400/giveaway-1.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><p align="center">How perfect for my <a href="http://missaustin120.blogspot.com/2011/06/shes-leavin-on-midnight-train-to.html">summer on the beach</a>?!<br />I think I need it! :)<br />I've really enjoyed reading Kim's blog... She has the greatest taste & tips in home decor! I love seeing & reading about her latest projects. It's a great place to go for decorating inspiration!<br /><br /></p><br /><br /><p align="center">& yes, I'm fully aware I promised a Freaks Part 2 post.. Meant to do it yesterday, but time got away from me! Getting on it later today!<br />XOXO</p>Miss Austinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04614302569941145306noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914423519216700633.post-52986580573404630932011-06-07T13:03:00.000-07:002011-06-08T07:55:11.620-07:00The Freaks Come Out at Night - Pt. 1<div align="center"><span>SO!<br />I'm temping full time for the next couple weeks {until I go to Myrtle Beeeach!!} & still holding down my job at the tanning bed at night & on the weekends. A little tiresome at times, but I would always prefer to work too much than not at all. So Monday, after I left my office job at 5, I went right on over to the tanning bed to start my shift there. & lemme tell ya, the stars must have been alligned or the moon was full or <em>somethin'</em> because the weirdest things were goin' down. Ok, maybe not weird, especially for the people doing these things, but just out of the norm & pretty entertaining for yours truly.<br /><br />In a way I've loved working at the tanning bed... Let's be honest, it's cake & the people can be pretty amusing at times. Not to mention by boss can be a little bit of a nut job which always adds a little excitement to the day. But it really is amazing what people do in tanning beds... I guess they think that because they've done it in their private little room it's anonymous? I won't go into super specific details here, but let me just say... It can be pretty disturbing. & let me also say, it's never anonymous. We know who you nasty freaks are!<br /><br />The first incident of the night began with a young lady who we'll call Victoria.. Because, yes, that name totally popped into my head for no reason whatsoever ;)<br />Let me give you a little background on this chick; she doesn't come in super often, but she's so frickin' annoying I can't help but remember her. She's kind of a ding dong & asks me stupid questions every time she comes in. I know, there is no such thing as a stupid question. Sorry, I disagree. There are definitely stupid questions. So she asks whatever it is that's got her in a tizz that day & never believes my answer.<br />I ask you... WHAT is the point of even asking if you don't trust that my answer is going to be right?! & to top it off, she's rude. Just flat out rude & it drives me nuts.<br /><br />Anyway, she pulls up in the parking lot last night & my first instinct was to run. Then I realized I was the only one there & I couldn't.<br />Shit.<br />Turns out Victoria was with a friend, whom she was allowing to drive her car. I didn't think anything about it until they both walked in & approached the counter.... I'm telling you, & this is kind of sad really, but Victoria was so high/messed up on something she all but fell asleep standing there waiting for me to ring up her visit & set her bed. I'm no expert on drugs & what not, but this was not your run of the mill tired/under the weather/just out of it situation. She could hardly even speak without sounding like she had a dozen marbles in her mouth, she was doing that weird one-eye-closed-at-a-time-so-they-each-can-have-a-rest-without-actually-falling-asleep-thing & she was practically laying on the counter... Naturally, she was paying with all one dollar bills & exact change. I'm telling you, it took 10 minutes for her to accomplish that task. Meanwhile, her 'friend' is standing there watching all of this with me, but without her jaw on the floor like mine was. Like it was no big deal! Thankfully we got through the paying-situation without any casualties, but when she headed for her bed she barely made it.<br /><br />Maybe I'm weird but I'm curious... Why is tanning the cool thing to do while you're hopped up {or in her case, hopped down} on drugs? Just a thought.<br /><br />Once she got back there & I got her friend set up in her own bed I texted a friend of mine to let her know what had just happened because it truly blew my mind how scuttered she was. My friend brought up a good point...<br />& I quote: "I'm betting money that she passes out in that bed."<br />Oh hells bells.<br />The 20 minutes that followed I was a nervous wreck thinking<br />"oh sweet lord I'm going to have to bust down one of Jan's doors to get this sloppy hooker out of here"<br />{I tend to think the worst when given the time to do so.}<br /><br />Anywho, she came out of the bed on her own & sat on a bench waiting for her friend. She dropped her phone about 18 times trying to plug her headphones into it, but other than that she seemed to be a little better off. Which I thought was odd, but she also could have seemed that way to me because I didn't interact with her as much once she was out.<br /><br />Moral of the story--- Crack is WACK!<br />{Not that I know what exactly she was on, but the rhyme came to mind nonetheless.}<br /><br />I have a part 2 coming later today & it is eeeeeven stranger!<br />XOXO</span></div>Miss Austinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04614302569941145306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914423519216700633.post-71467886404494785912011-06-06T11:43:00.000-07:002011-06-06T13:38:06.703-07:00She's Leavin'... On a Midnight Train to Georgia<div align="center">Ok, so not at all. But I've had that wonderous melody stuck in my head ever since I made a liiiittle decision!<br />{& yes, being raised a Motown child from day 1 in the womb, I know the lyrics actually say "<em>He's</em> leavin" but that would have been even less applicable.}<br />I leave for Myrtle Beach a mere 2 weeks from today!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />This is not your typical summer vacay.. I'm going to be in MB for about 6-ish weeks! A friend of mine that I used to work with moved out there around the beginning of the year to be the General Manager of a restaurant & bar called The Patio. She always told me she had plenty of room if I ever wanted to come visit & when she offered me a job bartending for the summer I took it! Don't get me wrong, it took a little thinking & weighing of options, but when it came down to it all I could think was "summer in Lex, or summer on the beach?" Hmmmm... Tough one. NOT!</div><br /><div align="center">Bo {the boo} did something similar last summer when he went to Vegas for about 2 months during the World Series of Poker... He said it was like a paid vacation & a great experience. So I thought, hey, why not?!<br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Got my paperwork last week & I am getting more & more excited with each day that passes!<br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615183281187500370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9oT4OTsUduGFfkTxJROu_PVpH657EngDEgnAxEhyAq8MMKhWQ4l0pL3BV4ySQJ6zJ_L1xwOIuyLuWovGnZK76JsGJVdxWCRr_P8dGwc_PJCkVS8CUgjnZcM-V2o8GcQdt4XAN-9gffYST/s400/Paperwork.bmp" border="0" /> <br /><p align="center">Not gunna lie though, my anxiety also increases with each day that passes. I am stepping so far out of my comfort zone in doing this it's just ridiculous. I'm proud of myself, but I can't help but be mildly terrified. Why you ask? Here's why:<br /><br /><strong>1. I'm a control freak with a capital CF.</strong><br />{Funny how CF stands for something else I tend to be on a regular basis}<br />Controlling just about everything around me keeps my little anxious heart at peace, but this is one of those things I can't control. I don't know how it will go. It might be the greatest thing I've ever done, but who knows, there is always a risk that it could be the dumbest thing I've ever done.<br /><br /><strong>2. I get so stupidly homesick.</strong><br />I swear I'm a 5 year old trapped in a 23 year old's body. Without fail, every vacation I've ever been on, I spend the first couple nights crying myself to sleep. Not kidding! It's so lame. & my mom can attest to this because if she's not with me, I call her those first couple nights & cry about how I want to go home. Yes, I'm a loon & I know this. But after that first day or two, I'm fine! But will I be able to be fine when I'm looking at 6 weeks away from home? For my loved ones that will be in Lexington, let's hope so.<br /><br /><strong>3. I'm incredibly immature & hate driving on the interstate.<br /></strong>Again, I'm a loon & I know this. I am slowly, & I mean slooooowly, {think snail without an agenda motivating them to at least try & move more quickly than capable,} getting acclimated with the interstate. Ya know, the do's, dont's, & WTF's. I am fully aware this is stupid. I don't know why, but I just hate driving on the interstate & I really believe it's because I just haven't done it enough. Not to mention, I've never driven more than an hour or so when I have been on the interstate. Maybe I'm nervous about nothing, but I think it might be kind of brutal. I'm not the best person to be around if I'm bored. I think I'll be bored after about hour 1. Just a guess, though. It may be less.<br /><br />BUT! I really & truly think this is something I have to do. If I am ever hesitant about any decision in my life, I have to ask myself... "Will I regret not doing this?" & believe it or not, my answers to that question when making a decision have lead me to try many things that I really enjoy! Who knows, maybe I'll hate it, but it's only 6 weeks! & I'll get to look at the beach every single day! It couldn't really be that bad, right?! Right :)<br /><br />So here I am, listing away in preparation for my departure! My momma & step-daddio got me these little babies specifically for my trip!<br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615192507404465042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEB_lh7r1JZ1ZVGxslyXWgrQ87X3qwpCAhWvyhpeVfukT_NsX0bMRX7m9NtPI44XbSb0y_OHzaERxarns7Pf-o5jw7-94XzM7wKhtQoME1nV7y4VWdSbElwYwH_bjzLlLMfGrY1pfwG0Kj/s400/Suitcases.bmp" border="0" /> <br /><p align="center">How cuuuute will these look while traveling?! I love them!<br />XOXO</p>Miss Austinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04614302569941145306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914423519216700633.post-7989839086310056992011-06-02T06:26:00.000-07:002011-06-02T11:19:52.203-07:00This Just In!<div align="center">I am so excited I can't even contain myself!<br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Let's start from the beginning shall we?<br />Evidently this week has been 'casual week' here at work & yours truly only found out about it yesterday {thanks for the memo colleagues.} Naturally, when I got up this morning I was pumped to wear something comfortable... I was dead set on a pair of jeans & was SO dead set on said pair of jeans, I became late whilst looking for them. But everything happens for a reason. Now stay with me... If I had not been looking for those jeans, making myself late & what not, then I would not have been in the car to hear this glorious news on the radio!<br /><br /><strong>My long-time loves Justin Timberlake & Ashley Olsen are rumored to be dating!</strong><br /><br />YEP!<br />Of course neither camp has confirmed the rumors & JTimb's rep simply stated that they were not involved in any sort of relationship that is not platonic.<br /><br />Whatever!<br />According to Perez Hilton, {who, like it or not, always reports stories that are true!} the two have been gallavanting all around NYC. Specifically, the Greenwich Hotel, a Saturday Night Live after party, two Broadway shows & a polo match outside the city!!!!<br /><br />Why do I care, you may ask? Well, let me explain... Justin Timberlake, Ashley Olsen, & I go waaayyy back.<br /><br />Justin Timberlake was my very first celbrity crush. Remember those random concerts they used to show on the Disney channel? They always had those up & coming groups & artists before they got huge? {& really, if you think about it, part of the reason half those groups & artists became huge was probably because of those little concerts.} Well, N*SYNC was featured one night & probably about 5 seconds into their first song, I was hooked. I mean GLUED to the tv. I was completely hypnotized. Those boys could move! & the songs were incredibly catchy, {please bear in mind I was about 8 or 9.}<br /><br />There he was... In those ridiculous baby blue parachute pants with bleach blonde curls so covered in gel they weren't movin' for weeks.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnwLby_5nqXLbZuOpRoy2Q2V7SEFcs5oQ80MbD5Es3dgG-RAKMObElmtdnS3kG8fFKHKKDzmwBua7DRvPQPBs2e98SWPiSM2WD02Y9i2QWwLN8BQvYtJIKtYrHFHofWMYM-OsNWHyQ7ElU/s1600/justin_timberlake_1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613634320974610498" style="WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnwLby_5nqXLbZuOpRoy2Q2V7SEFcs5oQ80MbD5Es3dgG-RAKMObElmtdnS3kG8fFKHKKDzmwBua7DRvPQPBs2e98SWPiSM2WD02Y9i2QWwLN8BQvYtJIKtYrHFHofWMYM-OsNWHyQ7ElU/s400/justin_timberlake_1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />From then on out I was completely in love. My committment never wavering. Nope, not even for those lame ass Backstreet Boys.<br /><br />Meanwhile, Mary Kate & Ashley were bursting on the scene {& by scene I mean mine & my friend's living rooms in those ridiculously adorable movies they used to make.}<br />Anybody remember this one?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVCm_n4qYnulXGMfUfIUg_eEV6DbIAsl0ImG5woMfTiOXSBYLiB04RK3zUdC4R1jbicavWXaPFAgAx_g23Ddvt2cDCCu70_c2oe_hg5A-ZNkGiazJ7EX-AUdKwANy2KFm3Xik3naogYiZd/s1600/SlumberParty.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613634604996629538" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVCm_n4qYnulXGMfUfIUg_eEV6DbIAsl0ImG5woMfTiOXSBYLiB04RK3zUdC4R1jbicavWXaPFAgAx_g23Ddvt2cDCCu70_c2oe_hg5A-ZNkGiazJ7EX-AUdKwANy2KFm3Xik3naogYiZd/s400/SlumberParty.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Unfortunately for everyone in our house this was on constant repeat. My sister & I watching their every move, taking dilligent notes on their outfits & miscellaneous belongings. Luckily I never gave copying their bangs a whirl... That would have been bad news for everyone.<br /><br />As I got older the Olsen Twins appeared to be the only child stars to actually keep their shiz together as they grew up. MK had that unfortunate bout with anorexia, but seems to have made a positive recovery. & as far as I know, has only made a single trip to rehab. If you ask me, one trip to rehab between two people isn't bad! Especially considering the fact that most child stars are in & out on a bi-monthly basis. Ashley in particular has maintained a timeless style that I never get tired of looking at! I think I take her picture with me every time I go for a blonde appointment, as well. & let me just go ahead & get this out of the way... I know she can dress pretty frumpily at times, but hey... Don't we all?<br /><br />Anywho, I am beyond excited about this rumor & sincerely hope it is true!<br />B-E-A-uuutiful babes would come out of this union. Just sayin'!</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh36eIl8I6mG913d0UqBS85IoMnjCXX_jrzyIXwJkR6zZvMC9txE0FH3uRtDaaZaN0_SicMiizf2-RBd0S1ewDnQWhHom-sIUYrzXfD6PI_VsXeEES-Ek4k_IwSya5jcXvcAMHNp93-Agq3/s1600/ashley-olsen-long-wavy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613635141420404194" style="WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 352px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh36eIl8I6mG913d0UqBS85IoMnjCXX_jrzyIXwJkR6zZvMC9txE0FH3uRtDaaZaN0_SicMiizf2-RBd0S1ewDnQWhHom-sIUYrzXfD6PI_VsXeEES-Ek4k_IwSya5jcXvcAMHNp93-Agq3/s400/ashley-olsen-long-wavy.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq9Fv7eEeZn42WVj_3IPe74is8X-vCHGUUGhbrGjY4WVwlqv4uZkWvbOdPOqacGiB71Zjdqg7vy_QzCI0aldxdzq24jHjkxYldiV4cKNlewzPRt6yF1D9CxoRvcYjxc4JdwSrWNf-BcVJ7/s1600/justin_timberlake_saturday-night-live-mother-lovin.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613635355652144738" style="WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 356px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq9Fv7eEeZn42WVj_3IPe74is8X-vCHGUUGhbrGjY4WVwlqv4uZkWvbOdPOqacGiB71Zjdqg7vy_QzCI0aldxdzq24jHjkxYldiV4cKNlewzPRt6yF1D9CxoRvcYjxc4JdwSrWNf-BcVJ7/s400/justin_timberlake_saturday-night-live-mother-lovin.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />& let's just say, for some crazy reason, this rumor is not true?<br />Let it be known that I'm bankin' on a Britney comeback {sans busted weave & white trash antics} & a JTimbs/BritBrit Mickey Mouse Club-esque reunion. Of the romantic variety.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><br />Happy Thursday! One day away from FRiDAY! :)</div><br /><br /><div align="center">XOXO!</div>Miss Austinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04614302569941145306noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914423519216700633.post-43531187771986884672011-05-27T11:46:00.000-07:002011-06-02T08:10:06.929-07:00Planning = Success Vol. 2!<div align="center">In lieu of my absence I have opted to post about some recent purchases that I am L0ViNG!<br />As many of you may know already from reading previous posts from me {in particular, <a href="http://missaustin120.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-noticed-date-of-my-last-post-was.html">this post</a>} I am a little bit of a planning freak. I take planning very seriously, thus I am insanely picky about choosing planners each year. I have been searching for 'the one' since last December. {& yes, I am fully aware that it is nearly June, hence my eternally-panicky state.} If you've read the post I mentioned above you will see that around <em>that</em> time, I was pretty confident about a selection. Well, it has failed me. I love all things Lilly P. & am ashamed my planner & I couldn't work things out. I take full blame for the falling out... I waited too long & the Lilly Pullitzer site was sold out of the one I wanted come January 2011. I checked Amazon & a million other Lilly carriers & they were all sold out as well. I finally found it on Ebay & ordered it with such haste, I didn't even notice it was the teeny tiny version of the one I had been lusting over. & whaddya know, the seller didn't take returns. Plain & simple, it was just too small. I keep my life between the pages of my planner & the itty bitty size was hindering organization. We can't have that now can we?<br /><br /><br />Which brings me to the present tense... I am pleased to announce I have found THE planner to end all planners!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611475701521374738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzljSESGfgqlvRtSA3OYKKP3Qoa0R1yW_Qie09_gJEn7J8CzBwdu323TCcmbRBDxu0WxAIuhGV4YeSljTZQs61Wt7Bh3ofbmg_A6_zfbcaWkZnwAwDH7EBiAV_taeUQe3fFNHb9DwdF2im/s400/Front+View2.JPG" border="0" />This planner has saved ma life! Let's take a peak inside shall we?<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612900986149293586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4XblqQPZmAPW3rnmjQTJDy9bjiXuQSFUlEOF-ytqF_8BVnWOc-Enb_8Bhx96143wLHoNfAjLVUHK1OSi4fdjcsnt-BoV9TBMLnKs63eIeGncHPtITMKRbZOPoBqLXloikA8TTsT2rs7m9/s400/Open_Front.jpg" border="0" /> Please note the handy pocket on the left! Perfect for those items you need to reach quickly!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612901840283017458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoyHMxS9Y9sT1tSwTySpmG9Q6Bz21IUIgR-8nTW_ZZu53rrdsYNhTsb6fzRyRSbwkZYOTq1lM9vePWVriVa1tFiMwyWA35fsVK8rxtYZ9IOb84Gx42zF4OOsNSNjdNGROFOjubvyWp2N8k/s400/Monthly+View.bmp" border="0" /> A monthly view, for quick at-a-glance planning needs.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612906698340109778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi06nRXXWA95HXAHxzRmsFG24OHsSVjy3iTgOVRc7nX3nhq6n-Gkh194taHYNzGWVbabk-sE2h4RkM7SWuBYibiS1YEmh1PapuJ3krFTi1wkwaJgHxfxFEt3lPxb3lDmm5sTUv-0Nc9-pmp/s400/Back+ZipUp+Pocket.bmp" border="0" /> & an incredibly useful zipper-pocket in the back for miscellaneous items!<br /></div><br /><br /><p align="center">It may not seem like a big deal, but lemme tell ya... This planner has been keeping me straight for about two weeks now! & for those of you wondering, I got it at Target! It was just plain black when I bought it, but that was too boring so I had to flair it up just a little with a vinyl letter!</p><br /><br /><br /><p align="center">& speaking of Target... Last Friday, because it was Friday {& payday,} I spent my lunch hour there! I just went to browse & promised myself I would use restraint... I'm sure you can all guess how that went.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612917058922675618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiok9CytWn9NMfEgejAa2k2mcBs8Nbsc0wHK7pkalRmY_74vVi4ZYAPA58u02iUt0RRSkcXJg4G8DHFH3lFmDb-GaCyRsfYbi0UIoVfUR4r9DqpZnYWnPs2_DfPXWH8NwVi4lnUEqpR0KY3/s400/Essie.bmp" border="0" />Oops.<br />But I needed them! ;)</p><br /><br /><br /><p align="center">Hope everyone had a great Memorial Day weekend!<br />XOXO</p>Miss Austinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04614302569941145306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914423519216700633.post-62998038328309903002011-05-10T11:44:00.000-07:002011-05-10T13:51:17.874-07:00Pink Stairs, Pippa, & Little Things<div style="text-align: center;">So I'm working a job fair today & I was told I could bring things to do because there can be quite a bit of down time... & I thought I would use my free time for blog posting! {Did I mention I'm getting paid for it?! #winning.}<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />First of all, I was perusing <a href="http://zsazsabellagio.blogspot.com/">one of the blogs I follow</a>, & thought I would share. It's basically just like a Tumblr, because it's mostly pictures, but with a few paragraphs here & there. She seems to take an interest in a lot of the things I like looking at... i.e. flowers, pink things, decor, feathers, quotes, fashion, tiaras, cupcakes, pearls... Ya know, the usual. Anyway, I found this today & felt the need to post because I loved it!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0fGTPSCOc7UDSCNmokLXzV0XLqMNiMiFbxpdPhZ8v8Ywy5wcQ2MmN2J08Mp1JlcX6xPTmYRhzJ_fndMpJXNAjukGI9fhW5MdYRJ4-epPAwjVmpNZJejFajmBRTlPdkz5JJQuVIdxLSoTj/s1600/PinkPainted-Stairs2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0fGTPSCOc7UDSCNmokLXzV0XLqMNiMiFbxpdPhZ8v8Ywy5wcQ2MmN2J08Mp1JlcX6xPTmYRhzJ_fndMpJXNAjukGI9fhW5MdYRJ4-epPAwjVmpNZJejFajmBRTlPdkz5JJQuVIdxLSoTj/s400/PinkPainted-Stairs2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605170326479142402" border="0" /></a><br />Yoouuu guessed it, pink stairs!<br />I think in the right house & done the right way, they are so fun! Maybe that's just because I love absolutely anything pink though... Hmm.<br /><br />In other news, I've begun stalking Pippa Middleton.<br />I didn't get ridiculously into the Royal Wedding mania {I only actively participated in two conversations about it,} simply because I am in denial about Wedding Season officially being here. The Royal Wedding only made it more official. HOWEVER, I <span style="font-style: italic;">will</span> say that I wish my mother had the presence of mind when I was born to name me Pippa. &, as I'm sure you've noticed, she is goooorgeous!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6QE1wIw6OHrewumDqypHznQmc-NvDTsQAe8LmTBVcNI8S8xsFK_kMFseXBZySqJEBVUOj7R9X9D7p3-7uzkvq0pmCcrCnN6YDLm3fPnoFWRHHeIlDlonyaM1E_IdlTLPzOoTnZvPeWHyf/s1600/index.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6QE1wIw6OHrewumDqypHznQmc-NvDTsQAe8LmTBVcNI8S8xsFK_kMFseXBZySqJEBVUOj7R9X9D7p3-7uzkvq0pmCcrCnN6YDLm3fPnoFWRHHeIlDlonyaM1E_IdlTLPzOoTnZvPeWHyf/s400/index.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605171603173272754" border="0" /></a>I am on a journey to be Pippa, the American version.<br />We'll see how that one goes.<br /><br />& I have a question... I've had confirmation from a very reliable source {ahem, the Real Housewives of New York} that it is a huge faux pas to wear white to a wedding, unless you're the bride of course.<br />I can only assume, & sincerely hope, the royal family is an exception to that rule?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBbsGR2A4xXwQP5sFrVMWS7DAOPxym0tQb4WAG_EqRfLecwsUC0nGLDVM1tmUH68nmKDC1eJtrqLG1Ni1ehi7ihdYptPgPxCDW_AEIWywszMQFve8_iAXhWjfz47RFnUeHy-YDX5Zcbt8K/s1600/images.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBbsGR2A4xXwQP5sFrVMWS7DAOPxym0tQb4WAG_EqRfLecwsUC0nGLDVM1tmUH68nmKDC1eJtrqLG1Ni1ehi7ihdYptPgPxCDW_AEIWywszMQFve8_iAXhWjfz47RFnUeHy-YDX5Zcbt8K/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605173936560646386" border="0" /></a>Pippa!! How could you?!<br />I'll let her slide, simply because when she realizes I'm doing her proud here in America, she'll immediately want to be my BFF & let me borrow that dress for my own wedding.<br /><br />Also among my discoveries is a Tumblr page called <a href="http://just-littlethings.tumblr.com/">Little Things</a>!<br />It's a page dedicated to those little things in life we can all relate to & appreciate!<br />Here are a few of my faves:)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtYdpR_uiqqPKWGDqwnHvDT67A46ZC4LpYKirdTBb7GyVFU3jxPRYqa0MIpeWPqSS7sDnZx9D0h65JOF57yMHc8XZRaIpf77RCz8YYxBNXPicz8pzMq7e8N7lkyKr3GeFl7gIu8OsfsogU/s1600/tumblr_lehj95QHhC1qb8xspo1_500.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 196px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtYdpR_uiqqPKWGDqwnHvDT67A46ZC4LpYKirdTBb7GyVFU3jxPRYqa0MIpeWPqSS7sDnZx9D0h65JOF57yMHc8XZRaIpf77RCz8YYxBNXPicz8pzMq7e8N7lkyKr3GeFl7gIu8OsfsogU/s400/tumblr_lehj95QHhC1qb8xspo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605181546198090498" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdOV8OTq33uZ5RwzWVCX66ydFACUlPGB_I24L0ba2BZEv507PcYncicfLZ1wfymXOwuOTs52OSc7DpuXReziiOztF1y4OdmBAIK0hk_EmebZoxBt_oGLcP6EOit05z3JZffSKGxDiM_R8v/s1600/tumblr_lehjctM7hb1qb8xspo1_500.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 196px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdOV8OTq33uZ5RwzWVCX66ydFACUlPGB_I24L0ba2BZEv507PcYncicfLZ1wfymXOwuOTs52OSc7DpuXReziiOztF1y4OdmBAIK0hk_EmebZoxBt_oGLcP6EOit05z3JZffSKGxDiM_R8v/s400/tumblr_lehjctM7hb1qb8xspo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605181888215517138" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQB0vVM5GZ9adpMn8Dgx5DGmBAez_VRrSpctpusk0gxLfmqzlaPjdivsLoAGxCHuI2knz5JmsI2WKiXYER1hTufxn_w7l_Dyc2DZGTzDgIV3s_MpVdkUh4elg3eBGZL7se0W3JAtl6l5kE/s1600/tumblr_leip97aMVt1qb8xspo1_500.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 196px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQB0vVM5GZ9adpMn8Dgx5DGmBAez_VRrSpctpusk0gxLfmqzlaPjdivsLoAGxCHuI2knz5JmsI2WKiXYER1hTufxn_w7l_Dyc2DZGTzDgIV3s_MpVdkUh4elg3eBGZL7se0W3JAtl6l5kE/s400/tumblr_leip97aMVt1qb8xspo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605188238711080626" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHtFp3zCmmPpxedGpZkLrciJjv23RwMmTYACZ8jcwrpEnUldQq1Xnc05lMpv_CUNCCIbehKVKL_Zu5tFZ_zUX6ppe6fsfW7DYkq_ou_vj2SToDlpxC6nHF1AGdkZk8JCEZViSRJzIhA-Wa/s1600/tumblr_li0zyqT1fW1qb8xspo1_500.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 196px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHtFp3zCmmPpxedGpZkLrciJjv23RwMmTYACZ8jcwrpEnUldQq1Xnc05lMpv_CUNCCIbehKVKL_Zu5tFZ_zUX6ppe6fsfW7DYkq_ou_vj2SToDlpxC6nHF1AGdkZk8JCEZViSRJzIhA-Wa/s400/tumblr_li0zyqT1fW1qb8xspo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605188374613000370" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYTfBiPG-8Xa8ZYZX2CxuSSEGKEojGCqHZu52ulrVHjAYDs1a0twmAlbt2Xuwzc2NMx8QUAscOiEYGJnSej78ot9JmTA4LilpRYa7dd5-eb999i3-59oDWYNnIfKEL4WvCaN6cMNS3GctX/s1600/tumblr_lk0n7qBMz81qb8xspo1_500.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 196px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYTfBiPG-8Xa8ZYZX2CxuSSEGKEojGCqHZu52ulrVHjAYDs1a0twmAlbt2Xuwzc2NMx8QUAscOiEYGJnSej78ot9JmTA4LilpRYa7dd5-eb999i3-59oDWYNnIfKEL4WvCaN6cMNS3GctX/s400/tumblr_lk0n7qBMz81qb8xspo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605182083226152962" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">{It may just be me, but since I am such a baller-wannabe this definitely rings true!}</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-FQvyFMLqNeFOITd9xkvoHHs8xRWdgoo9RypNFmlcigfzOkUMTxnfOU_sk9nrF5l6JLfqN3jEYKbg4vUBnk7RoyrqQ0EZ3hIO_CMzCy2itcz6-xp4E7Xw-1gGUmrBeuo8SiaJksM_i59W/s1600/tumblr_lkh89zQFYz1qb8xspo1_500.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 195px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-FQvyFMLqNeFOITd9xkvoHHs8xRWdgoo9RypNFmlcigfzOkUMTxnfOU_sk9nrF5l6JLfqN3jEYKbg4vUBnk7RoyrqQ0EZ3hIO_CMzCy2itcz6-xp4E7Xw-1gGUmrBeuo8SiaJksM_i59W/s400/tumblr_lkh89zQFYz1qb8xspo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605182297275146130" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinXPlPc17S9YSlGOnjjW93nDgZRuTYTi3wDdsnlAAZ79_n0R2vY-jk8uboWTBUEW2eQTVyP5ku5QAhYL2BzcxhEuD9GSdBq0WWYhw-vvPzHTkCR61QUP5sLML4mMpW9oTUZw43dyLRt1j0/s1600/tumblr_lkyd7nH9P41qb8xspo1_500.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinXPlPc17S9YSlGOnjjW93nDgZRuTYTi3wDdsnlAAZ79_n0R2vY-jk8uboWTBUEW2eQTVyP5ku5QAhYL2BzcxhEuD9GSdBq0WWYhw-vvPzHTkCR61QUP5sLML4mMpW9oTUZw43dyLRt1j0/s400/tumblr_lkyd7nH9P41qb8xspo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605188826039387362" border="0" /></a>Hope you enjoy reading these if you visit the page... I should definitely pay more attention to, & find joy in, the little things in life!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEAq_T3FLheXzIHw1_pFK-6wxA1RbXURcQVHT9yfSrgzJlKLZoV8KkvxwyDDag8VQMw6sG_bYCGC3zhnm4s_NN2X2y27VlgFVsZQR3NjhOg1FnxESSnCC4oMl0PgPbnqkVrQ6tFHvh6ENO/s1600/photo%252823%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 341px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEAq_T3FLheXzIHw1_pFK-6wxA1RbXURcQVHT9yfSrgzJlKLZoV8KkvxwyDDag8VQMw6sG_bYCGC3zhnm4s_NN2X2y27VlgFVsZQR3NjhOg1FnxESSnCC4oMl0PgPbnqkVrQ6tFHvh6ENO/s400/photo%252823%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605184081039164354" border="0" /></a>XOXO<br /></div><br /></div>Miss Austinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04614302569941145306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914423519216700633.post-22951862801358111652011-05-03T20:56:00.000-07:002011-05-10T14:01:34.682-07:00A little of this, a little of that!<div style="text-align: center;">Don't even say it... I already know I'm a horrible blogger. Believe it or not, I have bloggy-neglect-guilt popping up every day! I'll be working or something & just randomly, out of nowhere, I think of my blog & how I need to post! Is that sad? Does that mean I need to get a life?<br /><br />Anyway, I've been a mixture of busy & in somewhat of a funk. Which is weird for me during spring. It's kind of odd, because usually spring is when I'm at my best! The weather puts a spring in my step & I feel the best during the spring... The sun is finally out & I feel refreshed after a long & dreary winter. Maybe it's the mass amounts of rain? Who knows!<br /><br />Anyway, I'm going to do what I do best & make a list of things on my mind. This is probably going to be incredibly random, but oh well, at least I'm posting! So here we go...<br /><br />1. I've been talking to my dad on a semi-regular basis. Please see <a href="http://missaustin120.blogspot.com/2010/11/christmas-aka-miss-mas.html">this post</a> for background info... {The following thoughts are assuming you visited that link above & are now caught up!} It's kind of strange & I don't really know how I feel about it. Last summer my step mother called me out of the blue & suggested we 'open the doors' to begin a better relationship. Excuse my french, but WTF? After all this time, why now? & more importantly, how do I feel about a possible 'relationship'? I hung up on her (twice) & she followed up with a letter. I can't help but feel happy in the fact that she reached out to me, because our relationship was never great, but I can't help but feel sad because I wish it was my father who had called me, persisted, & sent that letter. Talking to him has been tough, but who am I to dismiss it? Normally when I hear from him it knocks me down for a few days.. It just takes a toll on me. But I'm an adult & don't want to live my life carrying this (whatever 'this' is) around all the time. Open mind, guarded heart I guess.<br /><br />2. I'm going back to school this coming fall!!!!!! I completed my FAFSA form & my UK transfer application! I feel so good about it... I don't think I'll ever be able to express how much I've hated being out of school for the past year. I feel like I've wasted time, made zero progress, & have, in general, been a complete slacker. I don't feel like I'm working towards my future, my dreams, or <span style="font-style: italic;">anything</span> for that matter. I think that's why this spring has been tough for me... I've always been such a worker. In every sense of the word. I don't feel like I've lived up to my true potential lately... & I <span style="font-style: italic;">hate</span> feeling that way. I'm sure I've mentioned before that subbing has been so wonderful for me, in so many ways, but it also increases that drive to finish school & become a 'real' teacher. I'm really not trying to complain, the time off from school has been a blessing in disguise. It truly has. I've found firm footing in a way. My whole life might be up in the air, I might question every single thing I'm doing, I might feel lost at times, sad, angry, whatever. But I feel so happy knowing that I made the right choice as far as teaching goes. I <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">know</span> it's right for me. I find so much strength in that knowledge. At times I feel like I have no clue what I'm doing, whether I'm up, down, left, right, backwards, whatever... But I feel strength knowing I'm meant to teach. It brings me so much happiness, knowing just that one thing for sure!<br /><br />3. I had been planning a post a couple weeks ago, believe it or not, & had taken some pictures that I had planned for said post! So here they are!<br /><br />The family & I ventured to Berea to visit my sister & eat, recently! My sister took us to this adorable little place called the Black Feather. It was such a cool little place! I love places like that... Lots of character, different, & they always have great food! I was loving it so much I took some pictures!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFyUU8BC9R-lIysI5y_IdmeEmP5ih6QdXdQyA-s3GxJF-qN9rJwvhyYpE-LG5UmGcbZafE50_X4vO80XX4PQejB37PrFySHaU8xOOnhDSBDot88yoOciyQCrIetWx9qXhr7Tn6DqqntHhq/s1600/IMG_1055.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFyUU8BC9R-lIysI5y_IdmeEmP5ih6QdXdQyA-s3GxJF-qN9rJwvhyYpE-LG5UmGcbZafE50_X4vO80XX4PQejB37PrFySHaU8xOOnhDSBDot88yoOciyQCrIetWx9qXhr7Tn6DqqntHhq/s400/IMG_1055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602935863886113666" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Suuuuch yummy chicken salad. I am incredibly picky about chicken salad & unfortunately for everyone who makes chicken salad, I compare all the ones I try to my grandma's! It's a tough act to follow, trust me! But this was delish! Instead of any mayo it had lemon juice & dill, so very healthy!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHr_ljccHMU3TQs_c6x-4fxajh6xqGa075Z7_uj-tjKc5ldyK7DWSCPIougHDKWGIBGLbrylzKQl-z-GVOEVHE9FtlNbSedyXP_7k4Jdnr_-1g1Z2_auWEQZULVPtRxxRDNX_Ug0n28xAP/s1600/IMG_1056.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHr_ljccHMU3TQs_c6x-4fxajh6xqGa075Z7_uj-tjKc5ldyK7DWSCPIougHDKWGIBGLbrylzKQl-z-GVOEVHE9FtlNbSedyXP_7k4Jdnr_-1g1Z2_auWEQZULVPtRxxRDNX_Ug0n28xAP/s400/IMG_1056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602935997675426626" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Ham & swiss croissant with Guinness mustard... So basically a glorified piggy in a blanket! But it was so yummy!<br /><br />The Black Feather was super cool, it was set up in a house that they turned into a restaurant! Each room was decorated in a hip, cool way that was different from the one before it. Of course I took pictures of some of my favorites!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaxI3knSZc4unbP3Hvx4UG0ROVZ_5RaKMHPggigIAmJ41R_zym9OfazlK1PYAFegXd14XxO39XP3YysHgfKGgv-duIyZzN0f2x0Gfic1OisY9k3cYn4gGH3eCHGxzTI2GCLL2vRkEEPytA/s1600/IMG_1052.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaxI3knSZc4unbP3Hvx4UG0ROVZ_5RaKMHPggigIAmJ41R_zym9OfazlK1PYAFegXd14XxO39XP3YysHgfKGgv-duIyZzN0f2x0Gfic1OisY9k3cYn4gGH3eCHGxzTI2GCLL2vRkEEPytA/s400/IMG_1052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602941455646780690" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcI0mGDEBV5puMm9duMizNZMP4CxNWf8cy3b9trBi-xpr-jWHEFTcm0yzRtLMqx1fLWMtbrhyk8aPbCZDHjoY7et91Oc1hmX2xgqAn22CC0k8vMzJN9MryAfpzdXR2Y6vTd36pPLbEWmKH/s1600/IMG_1057.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcI0mGDEBV5puMm9duMizNZMP4CxNWf8cy3b9trBi-xpr-jWHEFTcm0yzRtLMqx1fLWMtbrhyk8aPbCZDHjoY7et91Oc1hmX2xgqAn22CC0k8vMzJN9MryAfpzdXR2Y6vTd36pPLbEWmKH/s400/IMG_1057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602941753333328610" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqTsaC71kKdglNr9imUkOkvQlA96TS3qOll9YACDdajyC07r-NEsJKnT2cT2H7IdOv6PwLr0DRjtOKxSJDcuUgvVCvi68sCmzoxBLMuzgp86Ca7e0Tc-olnS8GlNTcPW0wGk0vfIow4NOu/s1600/IMG_1054.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqTsaC71kKdglNr9imUkOkvQlA96TS3qOll9YACDdajyC07r-NEsJKnT2cT2H7IdOv6PwLr0DRjtOKxSJDcuUgvVCvi68sCmzoxBLMuzgp86Ca7e0Tc-olnS8GlNTcPW0wGk0vfIow4NOu/s400/IMG_1054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602942032076740978" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It was just an eclectic, fun little cafe!<br /><br />& finally, check out this sweet little Easter girl!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm1WOa-64Ot51t5_q1U9NdOWJNZWh5j9C-hLM0DcKUKIUBoY7ZJQyKjmDGusT8U1mFrxHPqUV62QEAYWOnh90QEnDKTSEmKUAUNj_KOUcBdPO3DpX6s8QYXoooJgA0JTHNnO_T0mMdaHKW/s1600/IMG_1044.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 269px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm1WOa-64Ot51t5_q1U9NdOWJNZWh5j9C-hLM0DcKUKIUBoY7ZJQyKjmDGusT8U1mFrxHPqUV62QEAYWOnh90QEnDKTSEmKUAUNj_KOUcBdPO3DpX6s8QYXoooJgA0JTHNnO_T0mMdaHKW/s400/IMG_1044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602943183807392018" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2WEejUkSa5AZCUdLmHe5TaxMDyXLahqxO6d6gZmSgeywf2rfl-lRBsi2JRjwCnGws_w936gRC-gqM633qYKQAhuVMGUxcFVIROFenLGQleDiqCDLmDkGnh-AjEjSfAmrALoDOu2pAcd1h/s1600/IMG_1078.PNG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2WEejUkSa5AZCUdLmHe5TaxMDyXLahqxO6d6gZmSgeywf2rfl-lRBsi2JRjwCnGws_w936gRC-gqM633qYKQAhuVMGUxcFVIROFenLGQleDiqCDLmDkGnh-AjEjSfAmrALoDOu2pAcd1h/s400/IMG_1078.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602943488287015634" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1p58a_J0tuy4vqI4uxMaJ_P1lWLhIftlB-OCWlbQ2Zuys_Q_Lv8VYY7wLl9WPj9ruGCGX6_yRnwDtmBVaJSlBefmR0aoNFHnbEtW9wlmUVlOXHzEVGwpYCQf9gkO0xPaP9ooNzM_mGrPN/s1600/IMG_1072.JPG"> <img style="cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1p58a_J0tuy4vqI4uxMaJ_P1lWLhIftlB-OCWlbQ2Zuys_Q_Lv8VYY7wLl9WPj9ruGCGX6_yRnwDtmBVaJSlBefmR0aoNFHnbEtW9wlmUVlOXHzEVGwpYCQf9gkO0xPaP9ooNzM_mGrPN/s400/IMG_1072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602943963978956818" border="0" /></a><br /><br />How sweet?! Love that little girl!<br /><br />So that's all I have for y'all today... I'm not even going to promise about being better bloggy-wise because I think I've already made that promise a time or two! I'm trying to think of something to do for a particular day of the week... Ya know, Wordless Wednesday, Thoughtful Thursday, something like that! Any of you girlies have some ideas?!<br /><br />XOXO<br /></div>Miss Austinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04614302569941145306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914423519216700633.post-21559341982193799542011-04-11T21:40:00.001-07:002011-04-11T22:14:03.441-07:00Wedding Recap!<div style="text-align: center;">That's right! I'm back in Lex & my momma is now happily married!! She is currently in a gorgy chalet in Gatlinburg with her newly acquired hubby! She has plenty of room for visitors & has invited me, my sister, & the boo & if she's not careful I just might take her up on it!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />It was a beautifully simple & small wedding with only close friends & family in attendance. It was great & <span style="font-style: italic;">so</span> the two of them. My sweet grandpa walked her down the aisle & everything!<br /><br />Here are some pics of the day!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN19GwZ_L-wkb7SmbuhkbESLRTmRTA5RrUH8CVeHyyEMGHcCEuB3RoJ7XWgaNkOp_uf0lNkZxk-uAwuuelqgCkIgOmHnj1wf3PMoOKNcoadh-kHB59xRFkTDdTMETNyL8rrIzVSyAjQEgz/s1600/Untitled.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN19GwZ_L-wkb7SmbuhkbESLRTmRTA5RrUH8CVeHyyEMGHcCEuB3RoJ7XWgaNkOp_uf0lNkZxk-uAwuuelqgCkIgOmHnj1wf3PMoOKNcoadh-kHB59xRFkTDdTMETNyL8rrIzVSyAjQEgz/s400/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594555103681506114" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyN-r1GEFHDrtnjPwHyE0838E7yb864c_Zq-nFdpDltPgEypZVj3x_MUZhb_f467gEWD-ajMT9eAnprMHzktpH_i9Grqea9twgGG5QtxrSdq-W0bsukk4VApkxhWbUWIgulsWPZ7jTumJ8/s1600/Untitled2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyN-r1GEFHDrtnjPwHyE0838E7yb864c_Zq-nFdpDltPgEypZVj3x_MUZhb_f467gEWD-ajMT9eAnprMHzktpH_i9Grqea9twgGG5QtxrSdq-W0bsukk4VApkxhWbUWIgulsWPZ7jTumJ8/s400/Untitled2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594555296120808098" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjajkVyxNMAPkYeH7B10y4jS7c8KXpvYDTQ91USvt70xzIJ8041J-48shVuNN5JPixd3z2N9yrSKfQpjtcmjQSvpY4_gKF1bb6Tm-ooRX-_B2YcCU9UtDF5GKOmpY8P4CFZb8mWIT8CGViZ/s1600/IMG_3579.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjajkVyxNMAPkYeH7B10y4jS7c8KXpvYDTQ91USvt70xzIJ8041J-48shVuNN5JPixd3z2N9yrSKfQpjtcmjQSvpY4_gKF1bb6Tm-ooRX-_B2YcCU9UtDF5GKOmpY8P4CFZb8mWIT8CGViZ/s400/IMG_3579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594555665265972818" border="0" /></a>How ca-uuute are they?!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdYSXwPuxQl7gX3AQ_xMMgSkdseQr5cvN5axYnNX4Q2QrpOQNBuCDAe7eW24qhSKmpLEQjFEJm6eXqupspBj2RtQCF-mpfHZRFzYX8xv5Ei8ez4RSkokscacxYzMFovqKotwYb4gF59VaK/s1600/IMG_3589.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdYSXwPuxQl7gX3AQ_xMMgSkdseQr5cvN5axYnNX4Q2QrpOQNBuCDAe7eW24qhSKmpLEQjFEJm6eXqupspBj2RtQCF-mpfHZRFzYX8xv5Ei8ez4RSkokscacxYzMFovqKotwYb4gF59VaK/s400/IMG_3589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594555762149461250" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge42s53EKIJLVi8M87tBVKqH-fLHyaN31vnrRimTKrIsTdlf7ZrIRFbOprqwfJUQ8Ee5aMgi-psOkZIkGuB469xZ2xBDENncHYEoRq_OYJ56vbablsM61JVMqSEij7yQzNL0TN-qtB5A4O/s1600/IMG_3590_picnik-edited.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge42s53EKIJLVi8M87tBVKqH-fLHyaN31vnrRimTKrIsTdlf7ZrIRFbOprqwfJUQ8Ee5aMgi-psOkZIkGuB469xZ2xBDENncHYEoRq_OYJ56vbablsM61JVMqSEij7yQzNL0TN-qtB5A4O/s400/IMG_3590_picnik-edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594555870197506626" border="0" /></a>My sister, momma, & I!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEighka6x9eaiS1YGP-z4L26EvpZS7ydMRvRQKv2-6o1YC-G1xCyVz0O6Mu4VLa_Xil5lbC_j4p5v7WJemkeurh1hx57pPTCpXCaH7PvUZV-oiTYvq7dMr6MWTMEv5jItH-RGnrmrHYCGNdH/s1600/IMG_3609_picnik-edited.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEighka6x9eaiS1YGP-z4L26EvpZS7ydMRvRQKv2-6o1YC-G1xCyVz0O6Mu4VLa_Xil5lbC_j4p5v7WJemkeurh1hx57pPTCpXCaH7PvUZV-oiTYvq7dMr6MWTMEv5jItH-RGnrmrHYCGNdH/s400/IMG_3609_picnik-edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594555973019072754" border="0" /></a>New additions to my family!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgaKSKQFcSYtb-MVFlkKX0wfBUyQIZMQiJ5Hw4ZyWEnLDdkSroWoJo1asNJ8uvkSFtGZEi0ZkRg2oJk_4NH5QSatTQrytrIbCxET-dP2ch9oKx5LSius-ARtd4e_xvOjizgBco0wP-8sdU/s1600/IMG_3612_picnik-edited.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgaKSKQFcSYtb-MVFlkKX0wfBUyQIZMQiJ5Hw4ZyWEnLDdkSroWoJo1asNJ8uvkSFtGZEi0ZkRg2oJk_4NH5QSatTQrytrIbCxET-dP2ch9oKx5LSius-ARtd4e_xvOjizgBco0wP-8sdU/s400/IMG_3612_picnik-edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594556076909690258" border="0" /></a>Lovebirds :) So cute!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrrwIiocuoEtG_uM_EWTIYCicgtz9aSDa3bzDESval1HmGLKtO713lFNb2_Od4Sd3iRI0r9JHSX5eViIMuW4Utzyym5Q0VQXIHixfAO6yGdSCjjddAN8QXEME8YnLo8V_89RndGIMhWKlJ/s1600/Untitled3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrrwIiocuoEtG_uM_EWTIYCicgtz9aSDa3bzDESval1HmGLKtO713lFNb2_Od4Sd3iRI0r9JHSX5eViIMuW4Utzyym5Q0VQXIHixfAO6yGdSCjjddAN8QXEME8YnLo8V_89RndGIMhWKlJ/s400/Untitled3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594556198015387042" border="0" /></a>Claudia, my mom, & my Aunt V!<br />{These are 2 of my mom's best friends... They are the coolest ladies ever!}<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfJQIIMcgbZez9CrtyxJXlxRle7vVXv_efkRFWEQYof_SM2JXxWnlKZuXkYOZv7a4bjjozC-iRSd8B7eyLtXL7MlMKHbtUoP4OGuY31x-3AwPF5pq5HJZpmVPtdcLjFqjj-9K-576E7BV5/s1600/IMG_3631_picnik-edited.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfJQIIMcgbZez9CrtyxJXlxRle7vVXv_efkRFWEQYof_SM2JXxWnlKZuXkYOZv7a4bjjozC-iRSd8B7eyLtXL7MlMKHbtUoP4OGuY31x-3AwPF5pq5HJZpmVPtdcLjFqjj-9K-576E7BV5/s400/IMG_3631_picnik-edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594556404966206066" border="0" /></a>Me & the boo!<br />{Check the shoes... <a href="http://missaustin120.blogspot.com/2011/04/momma-taught-me-to-share.html">Look familiar</a>? ;)}<br /><br />All in all, it was a beautiful weekend of family & love! It was great!!<br /><br />I also want to take a moment & share my cute new purchases for the summer! I am beyond ready to be poolside lounging!! We will be opening the pool in our backyard very soon & I cannot wait!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Le3bvK6PUFJ8Xd3146qDrwEXVRmq-55mzlOA14NoMY-2SZiZ-2mT4JvUY4K1tn1kXhg1eCltN_9UmSFdPR4efVxdWP3dhFXjC5ju1-UbwInNBa66eyKIteulsvqEVkpMTcsGd6Ov0bqn/s1600/photo+%252812%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Le3bvK6PUFJ8Xd3146qDrwEXVRmq-55mzlOA14NoMY-2SZiZ-2mT4JvUY4K1tn1kXhg1eCltN_9UmSFdPR4efVxdWP3dhFXjC5ju1-UbwInNBa66eyKIteulsvqEVkpMTcsGd6Ov0bqn/s400/photo+%252812%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594560232525150178" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hope everyone had a great weekend!<br />XOXO<br /></div>Miss Austinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04614302569941145306noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914423519216700633.post-63675696985406710242011-04-06T20:35:00.000-07:002011-04-06T22:56:26.386-07:00Momma Taught Me to Share!<div style="text-align: center;">So, since I have some free time, I thought I would blog about something ALL ladies must know about!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />I think I heard somewhere that when you find something great, the best thing you can do is share it. I relate this saying to ya know, when someone comes up & says "Hey! I love your dress/shoes/headband/nail polish/eye shadow/whatever" & some girls I've said this to are very flattered but simply respond "Oh, thanks!" But come on girl, fill me in... I just gave you a compliment so hook a lady up! Where'd you get it?<br />{I must admit... I think I'm a little too quick to share, but honestly... When I find something great, that makes me look or feel great, & someone else notices, I have to share it!}<br /><br />That being said, let me just fill you in on an ah-mazing website I discovered a few months ago!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.justfab.com/">www.justfab.com</a><br /><br />Now, stop me if you've heard this one.... I was completely oblivious to this site before seeing an ad, oddly enough, on Facebook. Ya know... Those ads on the side? It said something like "All styles only $39.95" & I'm sure there was some fab shoe in the picture. Because I have a shoe shopping problem, I had to click. For some reason I had never heard of this marvelous site but since I've been using it I've noticed they have ads everywhere! They even have a commercial I just saw on the Style Network! Where the heck have I been?!<br /><br />So here's the deal... You sign up at JustFab.com by answering a few survey questions about what style of shoe you prefer, {wedges, stilettos, flats, neutrals, colors, etc!} & based on your answers to the survey, which by the way you can go in & edit at any time, you get some selected styles sent to you each month in what they call your 'Boutique'! It's like walking into a massive shoe store, feeling overwhelmed, then telling the sales associate what you like & having them narrow it down for you & only you! & let me just say, I have gotten some ca-uuute shoes selected for me!<br /><br />They select about 5-7 styles for you a month & you can order them or not. Literally everything on the site is $39.95 with free shipping both ways! Come on now, that's not bad! They even have purses, handbags, & clutches for you to select from... All $39.95 as well! They even sell inserts for all of us ladies that have to withstand a long day of Keeneland tailgates & gambling! Or even us ladies who substitute teach & refuse to settle for flats ;)<br /><br />& I know what you're thinking... What's the catch? I'll be really honest, because JustFab doesn't pay me, the catch is that you have to give a card number when you sign up. You have to either choose a shoe/bag/whatever before the 5th of each month, or they'll automatically charge you $39.95 for no good reason. BUT! They send you an e-mail the first of the month, to let you know you have a brand new boutique available, & before the 5th to remind you! So if you don't want your card charged for nothing, just go to your boutique, click 'Skip This Month' & you're golden! & the beautiful thing? Just because you choose to 'skip' that month, doesn't mean you can't go back in later & pick a lil' somethin' up!<br /><br />I love it, personally. I picked these little pups up last month :)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcRc36v0u1Xmp3axTwET9-dPCtMhkb27-UxnfbJB6Sb3u-2rHcqSFxaG0auDMa-YlEXHNAtW7n02vKgbDZTNjctOmeyFDHcg9wQDaarP-DeRCcUKiiMS4GJ2E4HZBzRq5I8piOskt0iuZ4/s1600/photo%252812%2529.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcRc36v0u1Xmp3axTwET9-dPCtMhkb27-UxnfbJB6Sb3u-2rHcqSFxaG0auDMa-YlEXHNAtW7n02vKgbDZTNjctOmeyFDHcg9wQDaarP-DeRCcUKiiMS4GJ2E4HZBzRq5I8piOskt0iuZ4/s400/photo%252812%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592689603875091826" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYw9wxASJIjuq04NQzn6Qrcej0vsnI9gLOKi4OING7Ad5CkfImtcxNsG4vqte6pDk4uAbn_f0RTuBRmNRucqEtT74nY3kXa7gbl7GApuNZ7XANGXrDYOsaYJeee-Qyo6ftwGJcY0_q5FPQ/s1600/photo%252813%2529.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYw9wxASJIjuq04NQzn6Qrcej0vsnI9gLOKi4OING7Ad5CkfImtcxNsG4vqte6pDk4uAbn_f0RTuBRmNRucqEtT74nY3kXa7gbl7GApuNZ7XANGXrDYOsaYJeee-Qyo6ftwGJcY0_q5FPQ/s400/photo%252813%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592689769080923682" border="0" /></a><br />How gorgy?! I refer to the color as a 'dusty pink' & I think they are purrr-fect for some spring & summer fun!<br /><br />I hope some of you ladies benefit from my little 'share night' & find some great shoes & bags!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4AK8C5sGkjnOoGI_tk23i86igMud1TUJAOtcV6ur1Qd-v8PxcUhUgHmrOKUL2TyF2b_t2HhI53KRQAD3Lya3j-7qdb9iHN5LW0ews5A4p2aARjjfNYoImlmOjKe1bCL1OtDzmcebcMSZV/s1600/photo%252814%2529.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 374px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4AK8C5sGkjnOoGI_tk23i86igMud1TUJAOtcV6ur1Qd-v8PxcUhUgHmrOKUL2TyF2b_t2HhI53KRQAD3Lya3j-7qdb9iHN5LW0ews5A4p2aARjjfNYoImlmOjKe1bCL1OtDzmcebcMSZV/s400/photo%252814%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592694778494056386" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Hope you all have a great rest of the week & weekend!<br />I'm off to create lists & prepare for a wedding weekend for my sweet momma!!<br />Pics of the festivities to follow:)<br />XO!!<br /></div>Miss Austinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04614302569941145306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914423519216700633.post-79596885990301026292011-04-04T10:43:00.000-07:002011-04-04T12:23:03.871-07:00Let's Catch Up!<div style="text-align: center;">I am the worst blogger lately! I have just been too busy to sit down & blog!!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />But let's catch up, shall we?<br /><br />First things first... My heart is breaking for my KY BBall boys! I'm still sad, 2 days later, we didn't win. BUT! I am so incredibly proud of these boys & all they've accomplished this season. It was a great season... They all grew as a team & I just want to give Coach Cal a big ole smooch for getting this program back to where it should be! It's tradition & Cal gets it!!<br /><br />In honor of the game & my friend's birthday on Saturday night, yours truly hosted a little partay! There was yummy food, blue & white decor absolutely everywhere, & of course a few drinky poos! Because I've never truly had a very college-y house party, I made blue jello shots for the occasion!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBFrjEknygtPPn32oJBVMRj1kZa67qhDpmXEK615wGQYkB2CADIy5iNkaIp-jLTfNBEKqWnA8usCVhW12SAXXuiRJjq42H94zW1uOVyh_kc3sB7r2ilTXUx5w4AoQnuPUoSPoJK9__AnzS/s1600/photo%252811%2529_edited.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 176px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBFrjEknygtPPn32oJBVMRj1kZa67qhDpmXEK615wGQYkB2CADIy5iNkaIp-jLTfNBEKqWnA8usCVhW12SAXXuiRJjq42H94zW1uOVyh_kc3sB7r2ilTXUx5w4AoQnuPUoSPoJK9__AnzS/s400/photo%252811%2529_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591803803060427154" border="0" /></a>Go Cats!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7KmUH2ZbvqopDqRtt4iEwUN0UTJOUx7TIMN4TCf1GuRIKxKoYwepIWLuAWBjQPYqvPoQg8tmdMGTf7Ucn2sjhyphenhyphenuN4FSaoyK2vq0PnW1M1jrsSQufh0jgVhcnvfgfaYjTU8O5U8qK7p0MV/s1600/photo+%25287%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 259px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7KmUH2ZbvqopDqRtt4iEwUN0UTJOUx7TIMN4TCf1GuRIKxKoYwepIWLuAWBjQPYqvPoQg8tmdMGTf7Ucn2sjhyphenhyphenuN4FSaoyK2vq0PnW1M1jrsSQufh0jgVhcnvfgfaYjTU8O5U8qK7p0MV/s400/photo+%25287%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591804179150022386" border="0" /></a>The boo & his bro got their JORTS on!!<br /><br />Again, I am so sad we lost, but so proud of how far the Cats have come!! Even Jay-Z was impressed after we beat UNC!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0U6jV6uAaq-bVvV4yibwuhukvhTsFQiduCU8xyVIKDxY-v_V7Ena5H_oCfo3A_92NAyEBvWygImvMKtMyP_GBLC8G7rNwcftpNy8uUoizsa8lRLFXr1Un8mRaeNwRlx6HmqmlJG7YeDj9/s1600/Jay-Z-kentucky.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 165px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0U6jV6uAaq-bVvV4yibwuhukvhTsFQiduCU8xyVIKDxY-v_V7Ena5H_oCfo3A_92NAyEBvWygImvMKtMyP_GBLC8G7rNwcftpNy8uUoizsa8lRLFXr1Un8mRaeNwRlx6HmqmlJG7YeDj9/s400/Jay-Z-kentucky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591807547750795890" border="0" /></a><br />Love him... He's so Fuh-LyyY!<br />But have you heard? He's evidently getting fined for being there! Because he owns the Nets, he was accused of recruiting the not-yet-draft-eligible kiddos. Psh... Like Jay Z is going to take time out of his ballin' schedule to actually go recruit.<br />& let's all just take note of how lucky these boys are to have this picture. Get it framed asap boys!<br /><br />This week is going to be a busy one, so let me just apologize in advance for when I go bloggy MIA. My mom is getting married THIS Saturday!! Those of us in the family who are actually still left in Lex & nearby (my sister & I) are loading up the car & heading down to Eastern KY on Thursday for the event!! I will be sure to take many pics & do a follow-up post when I return!<br /><br />But for now, I'm off to worky!<br />XOXO!!<br /><br /></div>Miss Austinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04614302569941145306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914423519216700633.post-19407357733379223272011-03-21T11:14:00.000-07:002011-03-21T11:32:45.733-07:00March Madness!<div style="text-align: center;">I am a horrible blogger for being MIA for so long! It's all this pretty weather we've been having lately... I get spring fever in the worst way!<br /><br />I really have been pretty busy... My mom & sister have been in town & have been staying at MY house for the past week-ish! My sister goes to school in Berea {& is actually already gone... She was on limited spring break time & had to go back last Thursday!} & my mom has been bouncing back & forth between Eastern KY {with my grandpa} & Illinois {with her fiance!} Lexington used to be home base for everyone... We were pretty much all here, but now it's just me! Needless to say I've been busy being the hostess with the mostest & lemme tell ya, it's a full time job.<br /><br />Just wanted to pop in & let everyone know I'm still alive & kickin' & planning a catch-up post very soon! I love springtime & I feel like I get super-busy in the spring... Or maybe I make myself busy because the pretty weather motivates me to get out & go?! I haaate, hate, hate winter & I never want to leave the house during winter so the refreshing sun & warm temperatures gets this tushy off the couch without fail!<br /><br />Before I go, let's all have a rousing chant together, shall we?<br /><br />Ohhhhh C-A-T-S! CATS CATS CATS!!!!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZq1KuoS1pRmOxHFGlxAkMCUEF3SV3hZk2jO1ufxBmoBdowck3aQWhin_XX7UxoxpmtIdT8A4NV1tBPkFpCgWkOICknJz4uesC8JheQgBeq1buXsDdj-Ccc3qUOIS5DwangS3PFocBIlm6/s1600/uk_logo_03.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZq1KuoS1pRmOxHFGlxAkMCUEF3SV3hZk2jO1ufxBmoBdowck3aQWhin_XX7UxoxpmtIdT8A4NV1tBPkFpCgWkOICknJz4uesC8JheQgBeq1buXsDdj-Ccc3qUOIS5DwangS3PFocBIlm6/s400/uk_logo_03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586601981046151810" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwlGjIGRxOf-h0nsXeBDfPgHJXTwRXYTRxrjcjT5gWnwHu9IrcA-siWZKPyzafbvWCL3g5JamjeF-HZa5FUTMbiQJIq4o00VbHjV9fUuTeoBcXxp74JFvPx_p_g7UKO3bPo0nmTHivCMr4/s1600/d_1927.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 152px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwlGjIGRxOf-h0nsXeBDfPgHJXTwRXYTRxrjcjT5gWnwHu9IrcA-siWZKPyzafbvWCL3g5JamjeF-HZa5FUTMbiQJIq4o00VbHjV9fUuTeoBcXxp74JFvPx_p_g7UKO3bPo0nmTHivCMr4/s400/d_1927.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586602115954343010" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZq1KuoS1pRmOxHFGlxAkMCUEF3SV3hZk2jO1ufxBmoBdowck3aQWhin_XX7UxoxpmtIdT8A4NV1tBPkFpCgWkOICknJz4uesC8JheQgBeq1buXsDdj-Ccc3qUOIS5DwangS3PFocBIlm6/s1600/uk_logo_03.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZq1KuoS1pRmOxHFGlxAkMCUEF3SV3hZk2jO1ufxBmoBdowck3aQWhin_XX7UxoxpmtIdT8A4NV1tBPkFpCgWkOICknJz4uesC8JheQgBeq1buXsDdj-Ccc3qUOIS5DwangS3PFocBIlm6/s400/uk_logo_03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586601981046151810" border="0" /></a><br />{I know my KY girls can relate}<br /><br />That's right bb's we're headed to the Sa-weeeet 16 & I couldn't be prouder!!<br />Although I will say this is about the time of year those KY boys send my heart to near destruction! I am way too obsessed with KY Basketball & the thought of us coming close to losing, ever, makes me so anxious!<br />I love college basketball & March Madness is neck & neck with Christmastime for my favorite season. Come on... College ball all day/every day PLUS the weather starts getting nice?! How can you not love it?!<br /><br />That's all I have time for at the moment.... But you better believe I've been Listing it up with ideas for future blog topics. All to be tackled very soon!<br />XOXO & GO CATS!!<br /></div>Miss Austinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04614302569941145306noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914423519216700633.post-21544874915251991282011-03-10T19:42:00.000-08:002011-03-10T20:06:10.773-08:00Check it!<div style="text-align: center;">Check out my sassy new title header! Just finished crafting it & I am so proud of myself! Especially since I have the patience of a 3 year old when it comes to most things techy!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />In lieu of this ridiculous snow/rain mixture we're currently experiencing in Lex, complete with snow accumulation in my front yard, {absurd} I thought I would share this little gem I found that made me think of spring & summer! Despite this minor wintery setback I am still hopeful.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8ex9xl4Bm-y8l6gldkHEqGCn_gsLqxliqIvG3dldiLFeWd8egv8g5raabQi7e4Z6Pd2usXC5Ifc7x7AB4RBv9obvItQgXvbXnrIu84m-WxH2iYqHXmWgcUcBLdB8bUuFD0URaq53LAAOF/s1600/ecard+1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 223px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8ex9xl4Bm-y8l6gldkHEqGCn_gsLqxliqIvG3dldiLFeWd8egv8g5raabQi7e4Z6Pd2usXC5Ifc7x7AB4RBv9obvItQgXvbXnrIu84m-WxH2iYqHXmWgcUcBLdB8bUuFD0URaq53LAAOF/s400/ecard+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582663207277646274" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">This is so me. I have never been the outdoorsy type. In fact quite the opposite. An early afternoon tailgate, a day soaking up sun & booze at Keeneland, followed by a trip to Harry's gorgeous patio bar is about as outdoorsy as this girl will get. I'm the girl that would fake a sprained ankle on a ski trip just to be able to sit in the cabin, with my poor little ankle propped on a cushy pillow {gotta' keep up the lie, of course} with a fire going & glass of Riesling in hand. Bo gets so annoyed with me because I refuse to bring flat comfy shoes when we go tailgating. He is the appointed purse/drink holder when the terrain gets rough & mamma needs <span style="font-style: italic;">two</span> hands to walk;)<br /><br />& as a side note... I got rid of my acrylic nails, ohhh... maybe a month ago? I decided to go to a more natural look for summer & I am struggling to grow my real nails out & get them healthy. As I mentioned above, I have the patience of a 3 year old, {unfortunately, not <span style="font-style: italic;">just</span> for techy things!} Do you all have any suggestions for my poor pitiful nails? Trying to get them in shape because I'm tired of looking at them in such poor condition!<br /><br />Spring is coming girls... It just has to be!<br />XOXO<br /></div>Miss Austinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04614302569941145306noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914423519216700633.post-81905145234195627202011-03-09T16:52:00.000-08:002011-03-10T17:29:07.789-08:00WooHoo!!<div style="text-align: center;">Alright girls... Lemme get a "WOOHOO!" from all of you that are as pumped as I am for the return of the Real Housewives of OC!!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZJEdh2fvj2wKBfe18KUKzoM_1NuXnaCAedoWYigk-Ad1PNjtfy0wmCAyYrfZxgyXmWTOh2BhVPldQSPr6NysR1a4PF_xnghDJNmJ0zY7nCeaayag0MCP_DLKshJ0iLlj_B6CSxxgFx3KV/s1600/key_art_the_real_housewives_of_orange_county.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZJEdh2fvj2wKBfe18KUKzoM_1NuXnaCAedoWYigk-Ad1PNjtfy0wmCAyYrfZxgyXmWTOh2BhVPldQSPr6NysR1a4PF_xnghDJNmJ0zY7nCeaayag0MCP_DLKshJ0iLlj_B6CSxxgFx3KV/s400/key_art_the_real_housewives_of_orange_county.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582256635618355378" border="0" /></a><br />I love those ladies! I honestly got hooked on Bravo because of season one of this show, believe it or not. Vicky is my all-time favorite! I relate to her in so many ways & she cracks me up! I actually got in a liiiittle trouble a couple years ago because of an ill-timed 'WooHoo' @ Keeneland. But we'll save that story for another day!<br /><br />In all honesty, I'm kind of glad Lynn is gone. I'm curious about her situation now, & what went down that caused her to split from Bravo {according to press & statements from her, she wasn't 're-signed' for another season... Sounds juuuicy!} but half the time, I couldn't stand her. She was a complete moron. I <span style="font-style: italic;">did</span> feel bad for her when the other girls talked badly about her & called her stupid, I'm not completely heartless, but come on... She kind of was. Not to mention she didn't even know she was getting evicted. Really? How does that happen? I understand letting the financially savvy person in the relationship deal with the finances, that's what Bo & I have chosen, but come ON. Help yourself out Lynn! Stay informed!!<br /><br /><span style="display: block;" class="w"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;">"Hello, Lynn? This is Real-Life calling. I've tried to reach you several times but you never seem to return my calls/texts/tweets/e-mails/letters/telegrams/smoke-signals/messenger doves/etc. I was just trying to let you know I'll be stopping by soon to give you a big ole' bitch slap in the face!"</span><br /><br />Don't even get me started on those two little brat daughters she had. GAHHH they killed me. In all reality I guess it's not their fault... Their parents are really the ones to blame because they let their children get away with murder. I.E. Season 5 finale - Lynn's girls show up drunk to the end-of-season party... I don't even need to tell you they weren't 21. But the worst part? They rode in the same limo as their own parents! Lynn of course acted oblivious... Sorry Lynn, limos aren't <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span> big.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbJWRbSxSzztjgFraEUPAiVU6JSlzNWJ2Cvin3i73fsP51p-Y59GoosnZ3VcbsksPAoJc4UQIAmBe94WFxQyQEOJkZQbHTIjVXaGz6nSIfllc-g6w-bw4k4HeWdy5OIuOKM3fADJmvdzV2/s1600/wenn2770612lc.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbJWRbSxSzztjgFraEUPAiVU6JSlzNWJ2Cvin3i73fsP51p-Y59GoosnZ3VcbsksPAoJc4UQIAmBe94WFxQyQEOJkZQbHTIjVXaGz6nSIfllc-g6w-bw4k4HeWdy5OIuOKM3fADJmvdzV2/s400/wenn2770612lc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582262043415985474" border="0" /></a><br />& I'm just curious, does anyone else agree that they should definitely bring back RHONJ?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfNVRT7YTGn1ykPV1v933aqy2cqcnqeChTu4bdgGUN3KIYHYn_6aPUMjigSmFg2FavBw3PxBYymROwYv6ADkJ8tDFYjSKa0M_pHEIZ0e03vpGnqRkEZSgAvv7GHuu38-hlBlFhc2GVRNZw/s1600/RHONJ2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfNVRT7YTGn1ykPV1v933aqy2cqcnqeChTu4bdgGUN3KIYHYn_6aPUMjigSmFg2FavBw3PxBYymROwYv6ADkJ8tDFYjSKa0M_pHEIZ0e03vpGnqRkEZSgAvv7GHuu38-hlBlFhc2GVRNZw/s400/RHONJ2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582263042934392338" border="0" /></a><br />I miss them! They were the 0RiGiNAL Jersey Shore... Minus all the stupid GTL & fist pumping!<br /><br />In other news...<br />Remember in my last post, the pic I showed of my mascara & how RiDiC my vanity was in the background? & I said it was on my ToDoList to organize?<br /><br />Voila!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBhDPSwtL7h_y2Mj_V-Sey2WueAz-DZ3c9buwTH2MosOKGSxebbIMswKpMHZ7lfrE5Acen9xszSVep9ERREgu0A4qjAdfOXNLIHwxmG7dIgNfB_d-zK5sgIL3e7k0xEPHyRiB9Wk1RRUbp/s1600/photo+%25285%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBhDPSwtL7h_y2Mj_V-Sey2WueAz-DZ3c9buwTH2MosOKGSxebbIMswKpMHZ7lfrE5Acen9xszSVep9ERREgu0A4qjAdfOXNLIHwxmG7dIgNfB_d-zK5sgIL3e7k0xEPHyRiB9Wk1RRUbp/s400/photo+%25285%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582266741585631970" border="0" /></a><br />It still looks busy, but believe me... It's come a long way.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinYjCEpt0fNlHqAc6ke1qK92mqaO0J1aNyhohyphenhyphenT8C7rvDg_1E2AigKQ74XYa8PwV30j9px_6acuwZOVqHRVeCdmI0KjV_Fj13W4ekJBsLEIwXtomJHTtVcMC7eGBqjIehAIP1lYsfq51k9/s1600/photo+%25283%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinYjCEpt0fNlHqAc6ke1qK92mqaO0J1aNyhohyphenhyphenT8C7rvDg_1E2AigKQ74XYa8PwV30j9px_6acuwZOVqHRVeCdmI0KjV_Fj13W4ekJBsLEIwXtomJHTtVcMC7eGBqjIehAIP1lYsfq51k9/s400/photo+%25283%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582266991669354962" border="0" /></a>Brand new make-up caddy that I purchased last week {Target of course!} is finally stocked & organized to my liking!<br /><br />XOXO<span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"> <span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyRight" title="Align Right" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 12);ButtonMouseDown(this);"><img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Align Right" class="gl_align_right" border="0" /></span> <span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyFull" title="Justify Full" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 13);ButtonMouseDown(this);"><img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Justify Full" class="gl_align_full" border="0" /></span> <div style="display: block;" class="vertbar"><span style="display: block;" class="g"> </span><span style="display: block;" class="w"> </span></div> <span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_InsertOrderedList" title="Numbered List" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 15);ButtonMouseDown(this);"><img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Numbered List" class="gl_list_num" border="0" /></span> <span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_InsertUnorderedList" title="Bulleted List" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 16);ButtonMouseDown(this);"><img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Bulleted List" class="gl_list_bullet" border="0" /></span> <span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Blockquote" title="Blockquote" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 17);ButtonMouseDown(this);"><img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Blockquote" class="gl_quote" border="0" /></span></span></div><span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"> <div style="display: block;" class="vertbar"><span style="display: block;" class="g"> </span><span style="display: block;" class="w"> </span></div> </span></div>Miss Austinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04614302569941145306noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914423519216700633.post-85340970137939130022011-03-04T17:01:00.000-08:002011-03-10T17:31:22.608-08:00& the award for Crazy-Girl goes to....<div style="text-align: center;">I feel like I've been bloggy M.i.A! So I'm going to jump right in & share a few current events!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />This is a quick pic I took earlier today.... I was elated!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi41WkaPs6DhPwZpDhSAntZ9XkrEcuOxpsBX59IWHcgds5ymm_HYlP-OwTxMIU543FRs8WPSTkUe1k7LtZiyF_s-qUnDpI6W2Em2s-q2l-sYOakwdnQLoeYbgOkKSzfQuTsG5qCs0CepXjP/s1600/photo+%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi41WkaPs6DhPwZpDhSAntZ9XkrEcuOxpsBX59IWHcgds5ymm_HYlP-OwTxMIU543FRs8WPSTkUe1k7LtZiyF_s-qUnDpI6W2Em2s-q2l-sYOakwdnQLoeYbgOkKSzfQuTsG5qCs0CepXjP/s400/photo+%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580395823171247298" border="0" /></a><br />Eeee! Spring is really coming!!<br /><br />Also......<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicogIMwOEH7yrqB13DtY25V8RtBDJZrSFrNOM7a-HE2lNnbI0t-PPVF-d4TN0xpoq-OG3LPVXyB5OR1eqIKtBU6rGmAMweECPBanQdbcNeX7y284oByieFefeSUTWf-0xJtrIJPXgF3LHU/s1600/photo%252810%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 255px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicogIMwOEH7yrqB13DtY25V8RtBDJZrSFrNOM7a-HE2lNnbI0t-PPVF-d4TN0xpoq-OG3LPVXyB5OR1eqIKtBU6rGmAMweECPBanQdbcNeX7y284oByieFefeSUTWf-0xJtrIJPXgF3LHU/s400/photo%252810%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580396428282890658" border="0" /></a><br />It has become clear that I am unhealthily obsessed with mascara. I use all of these {interchangeably of course, not all at once} & I love all of them!!<br />{Please disregard messy & grossly unorganized vanity in background... It's on my ToDo List.}<br /><br />& now I must make a real confession. If you plan on judging me, you might want to stop reading now because this is just going to make you sick. I joined a website this week & I am incredibly ashamed.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.projectwedding.com">www.ProjectWedding.com</a><br /><br />I know. *Hangs head in embarrassment.*<br /><br />Why am I so embarrassed/ashamed/etc? Because, as some of you know, I'm not even engaged. & if I am being completely honest with myself, probably not very close to becoming so. I've been dating my boyfriend for 4 & 1/2 years now, we live together, & really, I couldn't be happier with our life together. But getting married/engaged just isn't on our radar yet. We both still have school that needs finishing & grown up jobs to acquire. Our lives just aren't in the place we want them to be in order to take that 'next step'. I have no doubt in my mind that I want to spend the rest of my life with him. It gives me butterflies, makes my heart flutter, & I get a little excitably flushed when I think about marrying him & spending the rest of my life with him. I was never the type of little girl, or young woman, to fantasize about my wedding. I always knew I wanted to get married, but I didn't really ever give it much thought... I just figured it would eventually happen. But when I met & started getting serious with Bo {the boo} I was actually able to picture a wedding. It sounds so sappy, but he made the idea of marriage in my life real & not just an afterthought.<br /><br />I love spring & summer with all my heart & with the warm weather, poolside lounging, & strappy sandals also comes something else.... Wedding season. I love weddings. LOVE them. I'm the crazy loon in the back that gets teary eyed & choked up when the happy couple says 'I Do'. Seriously. & I promise they're not bitter, wish-it-were-me tears! I just get emotional at weddings. I'm obviously a huge nerd. {Remember that part earlier about 'stop reading now'? Dontcha' wish you had?!}<br /><br />I feel like lately I've seen TONS of engagement notifications on good ol' FaceBook. {Reason #495 to delete my own.} & a lot of them are my friends from high school... Last summer & the summer before, the weddings I attended were for friends of the boo, my own friends' older brothers or sisters... Now it's my friends! I saw one in particular & re-started my quarter-life crisis. Remember in high school, they would ask you where you saw yourself in 5 years? I'm nowhere near where I thought I would be. In a way that's ok with me because life happens at the pace it does for a reason. But seeing all these engagement notifications & getting these invites to weddings... I just can't help but think about my own life & where I really & truly believed I would be by now.<br /><br />Anyway... Because I'm a glutton for punishment I was looking at rings, dresses, flowers, cakes, hair, etc. & came across Project Wedding! As it turns out, it's an awesome website if you're planning a real-life, actually-going-to-happen wedding! You can shop for your dress, your bridesmaids dresses, even your flower girl's dresses! All by style & price. Pretty convenient! It also lets you create checklists to stay on track! You can shop for invites, favors, & it even gives you ideas for songs if you're having trouble choosing your own! You can see pictures other brides have uploaded from their special day to get ideas & they maintain a blog packed full of helpful tips, creative ideas, & the latest & greatest wedding-related fluff!<br /><br />My favorite part of the website though, is this nifty & fun little tool that let's you create an 'inspiration board'. {It reminds me of the 'mood board' the designers on <span style="font-style: italic;">The Fashion Show</span> had to make to establish a theme for their collection.} It's a great way to just put pictures of ideas you have & see how everything looks together. It's my biggest fear that I'll have so many ideas for my big day that I'll end up with a hodge-podge looking wedding. This way you can see if it's cohesive & just put all your ideas in one place!<br /><br />Do you even have to ask? Of course I made one of my own.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5xJwFbcZD6Mlt3Ecwpq6J4RRo4EVvCOL1HHNI7gKR-PcixnUA4PL1eHDWzdvZ480Hn-45AGjFRiIwIug1owg7iDd4oTiOaY-YpLa0NDLZytUUkm8VurkCZjsbNXEEjc6wkfR1EQbh0Q1T/s1600/d081532895b2d747aa414b83c468f74e.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5xJwFbcZD6Mlt3Ecwpq6J4RRo4EVvCOL1HHNI7gKR-PcixnUA4PL1eHDWzdvZ480Hn-45AGjFRiIwIug1owg7iDd4oTiOaY-YpLa0NDLZytUUkm8VurkCZjsbNXEEjc6wkfR1EQbh0Q1T/s400/d081532895b2d747aa414b83c468f74e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580407667088122738" border="0" /></a><br />& let me just go ahead & say... I am not the type of person that needs a big, flashy, sassy, gorgeous, heart-stopping, event of the century, wedding. I love Bo so much, I would be just as happy to go down to City Hall & get married that way. Or fly out to Vegas & elope in one of those tacky little casino chapels. Our families would be ticked & kill us both, but I would be happy to do it that way as well.<br /><br />I know my day will come, & it will come when the time is right for me & my life. I could sit around all day & be jealous of others, but that would just make me a bitter old biddy. So in the meantime, I'm going to focus on being happy for the people who's 'right time' is now!<br /><br />XOXO<br /><br />P.S. When you join the website, it asks you to 'save the date' of your wedding & it has a running countdown at the bottom of the page at all times. I have to laugh because currently it says 'Welcome Austin, 803 days until your wedding!' haha!<br />What? You all thought I would pick a date that was remotely soon? Joining the website is delusional enough... I'm not going to kid myself any further!<br /><br /><br /></div>Miss Austinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04614302569941145306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914423519216700633.post-27745551675321671012011-02-27T22:02:00.001-08:002011-02-28T21:01:16.508-08:005 Things I Can't Live Without<div style="text-align: center;">I've been tagged & I am so excited!!! My FiRST tag ever! My girl Jess over at <a href="http://polkadotspearlsandpinkohmy.blogspot.com/">Polka Dots, Pearls, and Pink...Oh my! </a>{what a cuuute blog name, right?!} tagged me! I have loved getting to know this girl through her blog... We are so similar it's ridiculous! Every time I read something she's posted I think "OMG... Me too!!" Check it out because she is the sweetest!! & much better about posting than me! ;)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />So here we go! The 5 things I cannot possibly live without:<br /><br />#1.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzSvKaZzAhqMyzeh8vbvfFSJEkV178HYtnOMfxVIjGQdi5Ehw2Z_VJj9vsfMo6vKpA_Lm1mNSbXc2aVjiWyGJJ20RSWLROQATcjRJWuDl1iwauiItkpwe7mcDLk73Uxb-W7hJmDikiyXEb/s1600/IPhone.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 149px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzSvKaZzAhqMyzeh8vbvfFSJEkV178HYtnOMfxVIjGQdi5Ehw2Z_VJj9vsfMo6vKpA_Lm1mNSbXc2aVjiWyGJJ20RSWLROQATcjRJWuDl1iwauiItkpwe7mcDLk73Uxb-W7hJmDikiyXEb/s400/IPhone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578631179834233938" border="0" /></a><br />My iPhone... I am completely obsessed! I really don't know what the hay I was doing before I got my iPhone. I literally would never need my laptop if I could print from this little baby! I'm sure writing papers on it would be kind of tough, but it's possible at least! Apple has got some serious game... I'm currently debating on whether or not I want a Macbook or an iPad next!<br />& I have a lot of fun accessorizing it! Take a look at these ridiculously cute cases that are completely impractical but that I would totally have if they didn't cost an arm & a leg!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix1xL9Fr_DQqOEu-Gap9GZ3V2F3A7AfGsbSwOWwFqB5RYE08KtllopGR4tNcxxceNXJW6pscdLnabhBg3nz5sQr6iklWFVj1QTNnxm08xE3hgptplvSnAO_fI9HzFGf3aySAP_uw-lgpup/s1600/IPhonecase.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix1xL9Fr_DQqOEu-Gap9GZ3V2F3A7AfGsbSwOWwFqB5RYE08KtllopGR4tNcxxceNXJW6pscdLnabhBg3nz5sQr6iklWFVj1QTNnxm08xE3hgptplvSnAO_fI9HzFGf3aySAP_uw-lgpup/s400/IPhonecase.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578939302632604642" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiINdqlrfb1-UDIOW8LYlUF4u02cORvR9gGA1y97a9Knxk16XBAJgUySXMzQKwoxy8exfscCFnkofMAvdZ2lNL7aYsylxC6LTxaOMcjKyM84qfp8l24V8wUcWcC3KmCoEsOtHNKPTkfFrbt/s1600/puerto+rico+thanksgiving+2010+004.JPG"> <img style="cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiINdqlrfb1-UDIOW8LYlUF4u02cORvR9gGA1y97a9Knxk16XBAJgUySXMzQKwoxy8exfscCFnkofMAvdZ2lNL7aYsylxC6LTxaOMcjKyM84qfp8l24V8wUcWcC3KmCoEsOtHNKPTkfFrbt/s400/puerto+rico+thanksgiving+2010+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578939469558136226" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-hQVThV6XbwXNEK6rc4HX4dwcbUSYG_mNt19WMWJ2jcEdPnQDerfbp5pMpRzO6mb-pPUv6DueG9sffhpoR-HiH3k4DuFmE4f2JwcZ7xxcdmCpMR7ehSg70GYFocwLrXMM62ZMfg7PmdmX/s1600/IPhonecase.jpg"><br /></a><br />{Sugar Daddy?! Are you out there?!}<br /><br />#2.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsOCLnWCKrYFONUThFhdPTQ9R7MThtEiqreFVsFsFQD3wvO9srAXSuCNh72D3RR8iZqSbHtmIiAjmtKqwaME8PPMNjS9mA1uSVQOKt4GX3XXckBeyF4LCktum9ThAVt2ll7kYlHEXgZ8EP/s1600/DietCoke.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsOCLnWCKrYFONUThFhdPTQ9R7MThtEiqreFVsFsFQD3wvO9srAXSuCNh72D3RR8iZqSbHtmIiAjmtKqwaME8PPMNjS9mA1uSVQOKt4GX3XXckBeyF4LCktum9ThAVt2ll7kYlHEXgZ8EP/s400/DietCoke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578939189928284146" border="0" /></a>I don't think I have to justify this one! I think I know a <span style="font-style: italic;">few</span> girls who can't live without our fave, Diet Coke! I seriously am addicted to it!! I really need to cut back & am trying to alternate DietCoke-Water-DietCoke-Water here lately, but sometimes, nothing hits the spot better than an ice cold Diet Coke!<br /><br />#3.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNLOkAqzcdMiE6n0D-iCM925-eJLsOM0lMPszYwNSlT7TCP-wd6sCBTVAehsQDjCu6hSsUvrCnpfQGjqQgllHy_YuMuFS8CnBeMlvy1Q_bmx-PRnvfpxmOcjrg3Tk95PWtbMoP15ySnTee/s1600/photo%25286%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNLOkAqzcdMiE6n0D-iCM925-eJLsOM0lMPszYwNSlT7TCP-wd6sCBTVAehsQDjCu6hSsUvrCnpfQGjqQgllHy_YuMuFS8CnBeMlvy1Q_bmx-PRnvfpxmOcjrg3Tk95PWtbMoP15ySnTee/s400/photo%25286%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578955842219829554" border="0" /></a>My Lilly planner & accompanying supplies!<br />I am nothing if not organized... Check out <a href="http://missaustin120.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-noticed-date-of-my-last-post-was.html">this post </a>& <a href="http://missaustin120.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-diiiie.html">definitely this post</a> for further explanation!<br />I am at a complete loss without a planner... This is the one I chose for this year, & I have to be honest, I'm not in love :( It's too tiny!! I love Lilly Pulitzer, don't get me wrong, but when I ordered it I failed to notice in the description that this was the 'pocket' size. I ordered it from a seller on eBay that doesn't take returns! How rude!! Anyway, I'm workin' with it the best way I can but will be ordering the larger size {from Lilly P's website this time!} as soon as it's back in stock! Trust me, I've been checking regularly. But! I'm making the best of it & am writing small!<br /><br />Now let me briefly explain the rest... I love love LOVE office {& school} supplies! & because I failed to read carefully before I ordered my planner I use these little babies to further stay organized.<br />The large black & white polka dot notebook is used mainly when I'm subbing... I keep it near me at all times because when I get a sub call I have to write it down quickly! I also keep a {very cute} folder in there with all of my sub-stuff {school phone numbers, addresses, start/end times, FCPS office personnel & numbers, etc!}<br />The pink notebook with the white swirlys is what I use to keep my finances/expenses straight. I rely heavily on a checkbook & OnLine banking as well, {that I obsess over} but since I'm the one in the house responsible for paying all the bills I take it very seriously & like to stay organized! I keep bills that are due in here & an up-to-date list of when each is due & the amount. It's just a quick little at-a-glance list to keep me on track!<br />The black notebook is for almost everything else... To Do Lists, Grocery/Shopping Lists, etc!<br />Can you tell I'm a liiiitle compulsive about my life? But in my defense, these routines & ways of doing things, while odd & weird, totally keep me on track & make me feel calm!<br /><br />#4.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5GOwSNIHJjoCSDWlBlREzJRHHeUPxesgnDKIVMLpzdZifd_ZWWlSMif7AUSzU586VCSlMnHU-Ds1raPeznnnrlZ5yi9iJ3ciC9oQe099-wPfGLSjOiU3c6Uez7wSRl63No7Wn8ebdc5Js/s1600/Hobby-Lobby.bmp"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 101px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5GOwSNIHJjoCSDWlBlREzJRHHeUPxesgnDKIVMLpzdZifd_ZWWlSMif7AUSzU586VCSlMnHU-Ds1raPeznnnrlZ5yi9iJ3ciC9oQe099-wPfGLSjOiU3c6Uez7wSRl63No7Wn8ebdc5Js/s400/Hobby-Lobby.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578964078435808578" border="0" /></a>Oh my gaaahhh... Please tell me y'all feel me on this one. I don't know what I did with myself before I found Hobby Lobby. Their prices are aaalways right, & I can find just about anything there!<br />& since we're on the topic.....<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8JWIr0kHgmYrc-i_lfNY2lDGSxtw0hyphenhyphen0l9ji6OXcXMocAcflNyT2PXL0l7tJ7NAeQVnp2OKBOwvdeGd0EF2uvGMNl9jDh1bokLRs4hyphenhyphenGu4S_l1Zz8FZFkfkG_6rVNAcvdXUNLtNVq8tPa/s1600/target.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 177px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8JWIr0kHgmYrc-i_lfNY2lDGSxtw0hyphenhyphen0l9ji6OXcXMocAcflNyT2PXL0l7tJ7NAeQVnp2OKBOwvdeGd0EF2uvGMNl9jDh1bokLRs4hyphenhyphenGu4S_l1Zz8FZFkfkG_6rVNAcvdXUNLtNVq8tPa/s400/target.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578964858072511250" border="0" /></a>Target also holds a special place in my little shopping addicted heart!<br /><br />#5.<br />Ok, ok... So I know we're doing 'things' here, but it's my blog & I can do what I want! So for numero cinco I'm going to say my closest friends & family! They are truly a support system for me & I don't know what I would do without them!!<br />I could write/post pictures for hours about that, so I'll spare you!<br /><br />I spent today doggy-sitting a sweet little girl named Sam! I make up nicknames for pets all the time & will rarely call them by their given name... Why, I don't know but Sam's is Samalama, {Samantha if she's in trouble!}<br />She's been right by my side all day & I've loved it! We're going for a walk tomorrow if the weather turns out to be nice!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqNHKWu0hIcG6CC6IeRVbCqoJ_uDD4hFHJdgt_0fJAPL070HJS8gcO_qVH8uvangkR3XijH5rDHh7pfNAca4f6HEIJbr4KP5o0eGoov8XcUJBnPcs1BwEiSVv_A4HW2UA2GxUPGmxc_jFk/s1600/photo%25289%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqNHKWu0hIcG6CC6IeRVbCqoJ_uDD4hFHJdgt_0fJAPL070HJS8gcO_qVH8uvangkR3XijH5rDHh7pfNAca4f6HEIJbr4KP5o0eGoov8XcUJBnPcs1BwEiSVv_A4HW2UA2GxUPGmxc_jFk/s400/photo%25289%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578968317535121250" border="0" /></a>One other thing before I go...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfyxqir3_IEB7BEon7J1_L2xtVtawxss3vf80pGgs_CJYfN6YMVNixLlXAIP8N38DU6yDI2FVWaDkQKAD4eJeCWZLXhx3y4WeT3ILMBS1yZreLcRf4uXzr01jdZDkkb-tf7nbrzsgkQXgt/s1600/photo%25288%2529.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfyxqir3_IEB7BEon7J1_L2xtVtawxss3vf80pGgs_CJYfN6YMVNixLlXAIP8N38DU6yDI2FVWaDkQKAD4eJeCWZLXhx3y4WeT3ILMBS1yZreLcRf4uXzr01jdZDkkb-tf7nbrzsgkQXgt/s400/photo%25288%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578968851536654882" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Emma Kate {remember her from <a href="http://missaustin120.blogspot.com/2010/08/time-flies-when-youre-havin-fun.html">here</a>, <a href="http://missaustin120.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-fall-time.html">here</a>, & <a href="http://missaustin120.blogspot.com/2010/10/g0-cats.html">here</a>?} is growing up so fast I can't stand it! & in my opinion, getting cuter every single day!! Her momma sent this picture on Sunday & I just had to share! I think Boski & I are going to stop by on Thursday! Eee! I can't wait!!<br /><br />XOXO<br /><br /></div>Miss Austinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04614302569941145306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914423519216700633.post-51149441542961060352011-02-25T21:01:00.000-08:002011-02-27T22:00:42.310-08:00Noteworthy Items... Just a Few!<div style="text-align: center;">I know, I know... It's been a while since I've posted. & I was getting so much better there for a little while! It's not really that I've been all that busy, but for some reason I haven't really felt that I had much news to share! But I guess I have a feeew noteworthy items!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />First of all, the dress & cute little floral top in my last post?<br />{Exhibit A & B}<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiwM9XU5eILF1gHG3mPBiLOLKH-noTymSwtcTwi3l_4qrCykAyfEV2oXLnnsO1T3wN2n5vJFkYiRFJpVD-7LoTYUz4POQ6S49YpMdpfYlr7ddf1t7_OTEv6SUpfj4MkuIKvcRQ3JzN_BoL/s1600/fr7941sl09_white_large.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 209px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiwM9XU5eILF1gHG3mPBiLOLKH-noTymSwtcTwi3l_4qrCykAyfEV2oXLnnsO1T3wN2n5vJFkYiRFJpVD-7LoTYUz4POQ6S49YpMdpfYlr7ddf1t7_OTEv6SUpfj4MkuIKvcRQ3JzN_BoL/s400/fr7941sl09_white_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577891926632731490" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi84A-gvjYSNxQzFidXsirkTQvdMSnFAnehDuA7L3uJVBAsOvW8yBkhfSopwDzps1L7WCdsCzEYou5C7bMSzXE0H942sdX3P7WwhTI0WPvGBNq82MouGn2Mzd5h48OszfYKbJ25Z8byIH21/s1600/fr1797bac8_white_large.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 209px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi84A-gvjYSNxQzFidXsirkTQvdMSnFAnehDuA7L3uJVBAsOvW8yBkhfSopwDzps1L7WCdsCzEYou5C7bMSzXE0H942sdX3P7WwhTI0WPvGBNq82MouGn2Mzd5h48OszfYKbJ25Z8byIH21/s400/fr1797bac8_white_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577892081387515938" border="0" /></a>Yea, complete crap. They don't fit right! & the top just looks cheap. You girls know what I mean. Thus, the downfall of shopping online. I bought a size bigger in the dress, than I normally would have, because I looked at the sizing chart on the website & it was <span style="font-style: italic;">still</span> too small {& a tad shorter than I anticipated!} I guess I could have sucked & tucked more, but I knew a full day of Keeneland could have possibly been ruined due to discomfort. This girl gets a little cranky after a long day of sucking & tucking. Combine that with a cocktail or two {ok, ok, maybe three or four...... ALRiGHT! Five or six!} & you might want to take cover. After a day like that, I am liable to finish out my day of Keeneland fun by ending up at the bars in yoga pants & a tee. Not kidding. & can I just say I <span style="font-style: italic;">absolutely <span style="font-weight: bold;">refuse</span></span> to go up a size. Call me delusional, call me annoying, call me whatever you like, but I simply refuse.<br />This is me going up a size:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJy5JJV2f9T5axEdBH1ofXLri5aK0fl8x7en_BdDSjJbi9t2cbYVvdhyphenhyphenhOz1lMzrB5JGmUqtKoBZiquYALBisdkdxg0buZQLJJ45wwiDaFpAlCMa30lXbgnmRYJhjaQyXg_5gj9gFKlv0_/s1600/frowny-face.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJy5JJV2f9T5axEdBH1ofXLri5aK0fl8x7en_BdDSjJbi9t2cbYVvdhyphenhyphenhOz1lMzrB5JGmUqtKoBZiquYALBisdkdxg0buZQLJJ45wwiDaFpAlCMa30lXbgnmRYJhjaQyXg_5gj9gFKlv0_/s400/frowny-face.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577887187615958626" border="0" /></a>Seriously... Y'all don't wanna go there.<br /><br />I've had a couple interviews this week for positions as an administrative assistant! I'm just looking for something a little more stable & predictable. Subbing is getting much less sporadic, but still... Not as often as I need or would like! & just something easy & part time to get me through school. & something that allows me to really focus & spend time on my schoolwork. My schoolwork is where my head needs to be! Not to mention, summer is coming up & subbing will be a complete no-go! Don't get me wrong, a life of luxury by the pool is fine, but unfortunately the sugar daddy I've always searched & longed for is non-existent!<br /><br />But really... Sitting out last semester & now this semester has seriously taken a toll on me. I hate not being in school... I feel so unproductive. I feel like my progress in life is on constant pause. Since I started school, {with the exception of one or two semesters,} I put myself there. Paid my own tuition, books, parking passes, everything. & I just can't afford it. I was at BCTC (formerly LCC) & I got my Associates Degree there, but now I'm at a point in my academic career that I need to transfer to a University. I've literally taken all the classes BCTC offers for my major & am in the 'major-specific' phase. But, as I said before, I just can't afford it! I plan to start at UK in the fall, but how I'm going to pay for it is a complete mystery to me. Hellooooo student loans! {I currently have one small one, & I was hoping to keep it that way, but honestly, I'll do just about anything to get back to school! Again, sugar daddy is non-existent!}<br /><br />Let me just say though--- Putting myself through school has been the most gratifying & the greatest growing experience I could have ever asked for. It's called being an adult. When you 'grow up' you don't have your parents there as a safety net at all times & you have to learn to pay your bills & take care of business on your own. I credit my mother for instilling this strength in me... & I know if she could, she would foot the bill all day long. I actually think she <span style="font-weight: bold;">hates</span> that she can't. But she's given me a much greater gift; the strength, confidence, intelligence, & perseverance to get where I want to be & to do it on my own two feet. That, to me, is priceless.<br />Just an interesting tidbit though, since we're here! My first semester in college was paid for partially by my father. {For more background on him check out <a href="http://missaustin120.blogspot.com/2010/11/christmas-aka-miss-mas.html">this little diddy</a> I wrote a while ago.} I have to laugh, simply because the check he gave me was so appreciated, but was also followed swiftly by a nice lil' 1099. I'm serious.<br /><br />When I worked as an administrative assistant in the Cheddar's corporate office, I really put a lot of time into it & honestly, put it before school for a long time. I really thought that's where I wanted to spend the rest of my life... Looking back, how delusional was I. But, in my defense, for a while I was truly gratified by my job. & lemme tell ya, I am <span style="font-style: italic;">so</span> the type of person to thrive on that. It empowers me & makes me feel confident & secure in myself. {I know. Weird.} I was able to help & contribute to a common goal... In whatever small way I could. &, for a long time, I felt like I truly made a difference & was appreciated. I grew so much while I was there... I look back on the 4 {really} short years ago that I started there & compare it to where I am now. I truly don't think I could have gotten here without my time in that office. But of course eventually, I started hating it. The 'small-company-growing-by-leaps-&-bounds' thing was exciting, but also difficult to deal with. We'll play nice & go with the term 'growing pains' to describe the last year or so of my employment there. It was such an exciting time for the company but it was also incredibly difficult to walk into every day. & I'll be totally honest, I hated the fact that I was 22, already in a full-time situation, {keep in mind, still trying to do well in a full-time school situation as well,} & not acting my age. All my friends had part-time, easy-breezy jobs, & I was so tied down, stressed, & overwhelmed by mine. It sounds silly, but Thirsty Thursday was a complete pipe dream for me. All I wanted was to have fun & yet, I was completely miserable. Don't get me wrong, I'm a serious person, but I had been entirely too serious since I was 18... I was ready to get out & be a typical college kid. Not a stuffy old lady!<br />& looking back, I honestly believe it's because I'm just not meant for that <span style="font-style: italic;">kind</span> of work. If that makes sense. I throw myself into things that I believe in wholeheartedly, & in that office, I was giving up what I needed to experience. Basically, I would have stood on my head for three days straight for that company, but was constantly being told I wasn't doing it right, it wasn't enough, etc. & I eventually made the {very tough} decision to leave. It took a lot of bravery, honesty, & hemming-&-hawing, but it has honestly been the best thing for me. Not only am I in a much better place personally, but I'm in a much better place professionally. Substitute teaching is <span style="font-weight: bold;">for me</span>. I love it. LOVE it!!<br />{& can I just say how disappointed I am in the women I worked alongside? I kid you not, the cattiest women I've ever encountered. & none of them were remotely close to my age. How sad. Don't get me wrong, at times they were like mothers to me, but as far as my professional experience with them? I have no words for it. I really don't. I can't stand women tearing each other down in the workplace... I digress, that's a whoooole other post!}<br /><br />Anywho, as time went along, I realized my initial major when I started college; teaching, was actually what I am meant to do. Unfortunately it took me about three majors to come back around to that realization! Can we say, waste of time?! I go back & forth from time to time on what grade I'd like to teach, & whether or not I have the strength to be a Learning & Behavior Disorder{LBD}/Special Ed. teacher, but I know & truly believe, whatever grade & emphasis I choose, that's what I'm meant to do. I can't wait to have my own classroom, my own students, & the chance to make a difference in my kids lives. I guess that's why it's so hard for me not being in school right now... I am so excited to just get in there & do it already! I feel like I've wasted so much time, bouncing from major to major, & now, taking time off. I want it so badly!<br /><br />I actually subbed at Landsdowne Elementary today in an LBD class. Oh my word... Those kids are complete doll-babies. I am incredibly intrigued by Autism... It sounds sick but it fascinates me. Every experience I've ever had with an Autistic child has done nothing but make me love the child. I don't know what it is, but they are the sweetest, most loving children I've ever met! Autism is unique in the way that each child is incredibly different. Each child has their own little 'quirks', if you will. For example, one of the students today hated loud noises. Another loved to be loud. Hence, making the classroom an extremely difficult place for my baby Adrian. Poor little thing... God love him, it's like he lives on edge at all times. Guarding himself from loud noises that <span style="font-style: italic;">might</span> occur at any time. The cafeteria, & a couple kids in particular, got too loud for him today & it was so heartbreaking to watch him struggle through it. But he's so amazing at the same time... He knows, quite possibly, everything there is to know about tornadoes & hurricanes. If we lived in Kansas or Florida he could steal Bill Meck's job! There were several autistic children in the class & the rest were a mixture of general learning & serious behavior issues. I guess I'm young & enthusiastic, & maybe a little naive, but I loved being there. I want so badly to help those kids, to make a difference in their lives, to take an interest in them & let them know I care... Ugh! It just pulls on my heartstrings because I know some of those kids don't have that at home... You can just tell. The only thing that makes me question being an LBD teacher is what I've heard from other teachers. Every time I sub for an LBD teacher, there are always collaborative teachers & I try to pick their brains a little. Subbing is such a small part of what an actual teacher does, & I need to know the ins & outs before I make a decision. It sounds to me like the paperwork is the worst part. Each day is a new adventure & a new challenge... Which sometimes can leave you exhausted & depleted, but then to have to do the pounds & pounds of paperwork on top of it? I have seen binders filled to capacity with paperwork for each student & was amazed these teachers had time to actually teach in the meantime. It's seriously obscene & I could go on for days, but it's a serious drawback for me. I feel like I might get burnt-out on administrative BS & just throw my hands up & move on to something else. Which is so incredibly common. But on the other hand, I was there only one day & one sweet muffin didn't want to leave me at the end of the day. <span style="font-style: italic;">Come on! </span>How can you <span style="font-style: italic;">not</span> want that every day?! That feeling I get each time I get a sub call tells me... <span style="font-style: italic;">"You're meant for this. This is your thing!"</span> & to be honest, that's what makes me want to get through school so much. I have so much love for this profession & have seriously found what's meant for me. I've found my 'thing', my calling, my niche, & I can't wait to stop waiting tables & looking for stupid administrative jobs to pass the time. I'm ready for the real thing!!<br /><br />Alright, alright.... I'm done talking about teaching, kids, & my love for both! I've bored you enough already!!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">In other news:</span><br />My sister & I are fortunate enough to have found out that Kathy Griffin is performing @ the Singletary Center <span style="font-weight: bold;">THiS Sunday night!!</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx4xpE8IZSo1iLC_nV5QTFQMh_spQrJ_A1uPeITe6PUzxZ6d3OQ4Iu8BuOxY_uxQtgd6d9p5VkPqNa8XD0Rng8TWFidlZ5OleyOMEfjv0JTKhSeuguCWWFWPc-A1a35qkk89jM9oJbQvfi/s1600/Kathy+G.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx4xpE8IZSo1iLC_nV5QTFQMh_spQrJ_A1uPeITe6PUzxZ6d3OQ4Iu8BuOxY_uxQtgd6d9p5VkPqNa8XD0Rng8TWFidlZ5OleyOMEfjv0JTKhSeuguCWWFWPc-A1a35qkk89jM9oJbQvfi/s400/Kathy+G.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577898772068952498" border="0" /></a>Ya know... That crazy, loud-mouthed ginger that is <span style="font-weight: bold;">completely inappropriate</span>?! Oh I can't wait!!!!! I've always watched her specials on TV {& her show on my fave channel, Bravo} & have always wanted more! She's completely hiiiigh-larious to me. Luckily my sister feels exactly the same way, so we're going together on Sunday!! It'll be GREAT!!! I get more & more excited every time I think about it! Can you believe it though? I seriously can't believe she decided to plop down & do a show right here in Lex! I honestly never thought the day would come! I had always diiiied to go to a show of hers, but never had the budget for the travel that would of course be involved. Because let's be honest, who in their right mind would come to Lexington, KY? Apparently my girl KG!!!!!!!<br />Bucket List Item #37- Check!!!<br /><br />Y'all have no idea how excited I am. I'll be totally honest... If I didn't get tickets, I was showin' up anyway. Not sure exactly what my plan was, but I completely decided & owned the fact that I was going to be the creepy stalker if for some reason I couldn't get tickets!<br />{Repeat process if Justin Timberlake comes to town}<br />EeeeeEEeeE for getting the tickets legally & being able to show up in a legitimate manner!!!!!<br /><br />That's all I've got... Sorry if I rambled! XOX Loves... Hope you have a wonderful weekend!!<br /></div>Miss Austinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04614302569941145306noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914423519216700633.post-57264161762597407632011-02-17T19:51:00.000-08:002011-02-17T21:10:21.142-08:00When Times get Tough, the Tough........ Go Shopping!<div style="text-align: center;">I often update you on my 'current state' when I happen to have a cute little view of my laptop, Lilly planner, pens/highlighter, & functional notebooks (used for my many lists!) & typically, a cup of coffee close by. But right now, <span style="font-style: italic;">this</span> is me:<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4epqcbDsNSQB1X53ZfT2MHPIrt7igsx1Hw_c1f-eYVlo6u4wc2pqM0B9AhCOU8vRY1U00jx_Guh1ofpHGPjNDd2PqxmW_CjvxJpAtR-HRW4BPkCYNG5lEQeTS8FjTdgzNppQsGoRkXV6M/s1600/Shopping.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 173px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4epqcbDsNSQB1X53ZfT2MHPIrt7igsx1Hw_c1f-eYVlo6u4wc2pqM0B9AhCOU8vRY1U00jx_Guh1ofpHGPjNDd2PqxmW_CjvxJpAtR-HRW4BPkCYNG5lEQeTS8FjTdgzNppQsGoRkXV6M/s400/Shopping.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574875941565453954" border="0" /></a><br />Pure shopping BLiSS!<br />Ohhhh yeaaaaaa :)<br /><br />Times have been way too tough & heavy lately! & Lucky for my little broke hiney, I got my tax returns just in the nick of time! I know it's a horrible habit, but when I'm feeling down & out I shop! Bad for my wallet & emotions, but great for the economy! Right? Trying to justify here!<br /><br />Don't worry, as irresponsible as I am I didn't take my tax returns & run off into the sunset. I did pay bills first. & yes, I paid <span style="font-weight: bold;">all</span> of them. All our accounts are current! & while that cheered me up (& de-stressed me,) it wasn't quiiiite what my little heart needed ;)<br />& I may or may not have made a payment on my student loan that wasn't due until APRIL... <span style="font-style: italic;">ThankYouVeryMuch!</span><br /><br />Behold.... The fruits of my shopping labors!<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPJ9kY7m4wC1DpVDvq54jwf41FRAyL0XKKLKU-Gxq5OEL2hmBs8KJzOjYSnyWyRrEnWrm_SnegADomAQePKLTcNQiyUzVmfaQhH7V5U6qySsbj3t9jcTDRTetc5VQ7EngRdHqCQHbd42vP/s1600/31BebB0VN%252BL._SL500_AA300_.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPJ9kY7m4wC1DpVDvq54jwf41FRAyL0XKKLKU-Gxq5OEL2hmBs8KJzOjYSnyWyRrEnWrm_SnegADomAQePKLTcNQiyUzVmfaQhH7V5U6qySsbj3t9jcTDRTetc5VQ7EngRdHqCQHbd42vP/s400/31BebB0VN%252BL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574879793838840370" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJIy_INDWgDeu8bC5eH5OZbo7rOWMPpWmq3L9-UeGgwg6WPRakT2Nw1MxgeWW6nBojNbmIoQUURegYP8vgQofQOSe3IELxwkUOIxTDgh4k9xmGHUhFMiUUrEB9niYSXuPLHl4JJj7BWmrL/s1600/31yQNCdDDdL._SL500_AA300_.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJIy_INDWgDeu8bC5eH5OZbo7rOWMPpWmq3L9-UeGgwg6WPRakT2Nw1MxgeWW6nBojNbmIoQUURegYP8vgQofQOSe3IELxwkUOIxTDgh4k9xmGHUhFMiUUrEB9niYSXuPLHl4JJj7BWmrL/s400/31yQNCdDDdL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574880021759702098" border="0" /></a><br />A couple 'electronics'! Please excuse me blogging about a car charger, but I've always wanted one & I snagged this little baby for $2.50 on Amazon! Can you say Steal!?!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiukKOm0-xjqYVkOu8xE5BlF9jeiGibYmu8PxJ__ZwvDNMuaqXrbGnps8uNS0zxnc1viav5O66AvHA9HpxtuF5ExntKhIkD0lBmu0lWN-tFATPO8VqrMqjYK1NVjWiasev24NaIOxg-hr84/s1600/350047-14-1_430x430.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiukKOm0-xjqYVkOu8xE5BlF9jeiGibYmu8PxJ__ZwvDNMuaqXrbGnps8uNS0zxnc1viav5O66AvHA9HpxtuF5ExntKhIkD0lBmu0lWN-tFATPO8VqrMqjYK1NVjWiasev24NaIOxg-hr84/s400/350047-14-1_430x430.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574880579950975586" border="0" /></a><br /><br />3 words... Oooh La Laaa!<br />I love, love, LOVE the blush tone of this shoe. I can already tell, it's going to be a spring go-to. & whaddya-know?! It goes perfectly with <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">this!</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj93UqLvWs7lYD0kmChcwLfzTf_VriKNUH0R7EmbK_2QfbxpSNKuYv98julCd1UL3IYhBeu7OXIWA_e2-t04TisYoD2_RvS_Kg5pNSc2-rWrjZngwjRz3dZhVDEVeeqde9YOV2idXkKCDc0/s1600/fr7941sl09_white_large.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 247px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj93UqLvWs7lYD0kmChcwLfzTf_VriKNUH0R7EmbK_2QfbxpSNKuYv98julCd1UL3IYhBeu7OXIWA_e2-t04TisYoD2_RvS_Kg5pNSc2-rWrjZngwjRz3dZhVDEVeeqde9YOV2idXkKCDc0/s400/fr7941sl09_white_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574881812926982594" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div>I've always wanted a white dress with little eyelet details (hard to see in this pic!) & I think it's going to be perrr-fect for Keeneland this spring!! Now I just have to get going on my tan so my skin doesn't match this dress! Anyone have suggestions for a good place to get a spray tan? I'm really trying to break my 'bed' habit because I'm starting to get a little nervous about laying under those harsh bulbs! I love Louis Vuitton (more than my heart can stand,) but I don't want to look like one of their bags when I'm 30!<br /><br />I also purchased this precious top which you may remember from <a href="http://missaustin120.blogspot.com/2011/02/listing-lusting.html">this</a> post!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghZ9I9vJCIPUQiFDaC5etYgX6TC63Sp7DjlPdkC1erq7v0CInopbJoB0s9UzJEr9hSJZxAEQYBlN9IX_r-LeEIXZ13Wd4-ohG7GjOdwXBCsuTovWzTKetF0m7mCJCmp6jn-2YBEIBPh3FT/s1600/fr1797bac8_white_large.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 246px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghZ9I9vJCIPUQiFDaC5etYgX6TC63Sp7DjlPdkC1erq7v0CInopbJoB0s9UzJEr9hSJZxAEQYBlN9IX_r-LeEIXZ13Wd4-ohG7GjOdwXBCsuTovWzTKetF0m7mCJCmp6jn-2YBEIBPh3FT/s400/fr1797bac8_white_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574885798054447042" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I made all of these purchases online so naturally, the anticipation is killing me! I can't wait until these arrive & I get to play! I'm feeling mildly anxious because, of course, I'm worried some things won't be as great as I want them to be once they arrive. But part of me loves shopping online because of that anticipation. It's so fun waiting for things to arrive & so exciting when you see that box waiting on your doorstep!<br />I know, I know... That's a sure sign I need to find a Shopper's Anonymous meeting.<br />"Hi, I'm Austin & I have a serious shopping habit which I lean on in difficult <span style="font-style: italic;">&</span> happy times."<br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Hiiiii Austin.</span><br /><br />I'm sorry, but I've battened down my financial hatches in a serious way & once my tax returns came, I decided to have a little <span style="font-weight: bold;">fun</span>! Like I said, I paid bills & I even saved some of it! So frankly, I deserve the above purchases :)<br /><br />XOXO!!<br /><br />P.S. Thank you to those of you who commented/tweeted/etc about my previous post. It was incredibly difficult to write but the encouragement I got from you all made it so worthwhile... Just knowing people read it & appreciated it! Your thoughts, prayers, & offerings of support are so precious to me! I love you sweet girls! Kiss Kiss, Hug Hug!!<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Seriously..... THANK YOU!! :)))<br /></span><br /></div>Miss Austinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04614302569941145306noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914423519216700633.post-8454365581043054132011-02-16T14:23:00.000-08:002011-02-16T16:24:28.725-08:00Love You the Best!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs8v9iz5V9ScdYzt2YFphNao0KHrgCAsx4DK6pboX1Z1b1Hg5rB9YhK4-Wgukm-XjtqNpUjIaBa7N0EMq88RxUki_IBYh7RKp9IAXUXdVO7NEJYmpNJnL18LHHk3dCLN-2eJ3-t02LH5NN/s1600/photo%25285%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 322px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs8v9iz5V9ScdYzt2YFphNao0KHrgCAsx4DK6pboX1Z1b1Hg5rB9YhK4-Wgukm-XjtqNpUjIaBa7N0EMq88RxUki_IBYh7RKp9IAXUXdVO7NEJYmpNJnL18LHHk3dCLN-2eJ3-t02LH5NN/s400/photo%25285%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574426482799505394" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">On Friday, February 11th, 2011 my grandmother, Bonnie Sue Vance Stallard, aka Nana, left this life for a much better one.<br /><br />I hesitated to write this post but wanted to take some time to celebrate this beautiful woman!<br /><br />Ever since I can remember, my Nana has been a huge part of my life. When I was little & learning to talk, I named her Nana, but pronounced it 'Nonny'. I'm not sure why, to this day, why I always spelled it Nana, but I did & she let me. For most of my life my mother, sister & I lived with my grandparents. I think at first it was a temporary fix, so my mom could get back on her feet after she & my father divorced, & we moved out once, but came back. Every time we talked about moving I could never wrap my mind around it... Living somewhere without my grandparents in the same house. Although this set-up tested everyone's patience at times, I think we all really loved it. I had the chance while I was growing up to be very close to my grandparents while many of my friends only saw their grandparents once or twice a year. We are, & have always been, a very close, tight-knit family & I am so grateful for that.<br /><br />My Nana taught me how to love people no matter what, how to pray, & to over-use 'I Love You'. She always told me, as far back as I can remember, that our family will always stick together "through thick & thin." & we really have. My Nana was truly the type of person who fit in anywhere... She could talk to a bum on the street & make him feel at ease. But she could also meet a great like Muhammad Ali (which she did, along with many others,) & fit right in. She was also, truly, the classiest woman I've ever known (besides my momma!) Everyone who met her was immediately her friend, & like family to her. She cherished her family & friends above all else & she always told them what they meant to her. I never had any doubt in my mind that my Nana loved me with all her heart because she told me every day.<br /><br />When I was little & got in trouble my mom would put me in time-out. It was in a sad little corner in a sad little wooden chair that was just my size. Nana haaated when I got in trouble because she always felt so sad for me! So every time she was there & I was put in time-out she would come sit in time-out with me. She was a source of Strength for our family; pushing us when we needed pushing, cheering us on when we needed cheering, celebrating our triumphs, & feeling our pain as if whatever caused us pain had happened to her too.<br /><br />This past Thanksgiving I visited my grandparents in Eastern KY & after we were done eating I was sitting outside with my aunt & uncle, sister, & Nana. My Nana was having a pretty good day, as far as her Alzheimer's was concerned, & in a moment of clarity my uncle asked my Nana something like, 'what is life about?' She said: to be Kind to others, be True to yourself, & live Simply. I will carry these words with me for the rest of my life, because they are invaluable & exactly the way my Nana lived her life. I am making a promise to her that I will always try to live my life this way because it truly creates a beautiful life.<br /><br />I will miss my Nana forever, as will our entire family & all those who knew her, but just like when I was little, I know she is right there with me. Whether I'm in time-out or not, she will always be by my side. Celebrating my wins, mourning my losses, & guiding me through the next phases of my life & I couldn't ask for a better Guardian Angel... I will keep her in my Heart, always.<br /></div>Miss Austinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04614302569941145306noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914423519216700633.post-50794450566126045512011-02-11T22:48:00.000-08:002011-02-12T00:25:50.378-08:00My Wallet!<div style="text-align: center;">My life is so exciting I thought I would share! I switched wallets today & thought I would write a post about it! Ok, so I know... It sounds completely lame, but I realized when I was cleaning said wallet out & switching to an <span style="font-style: italic;">even more</span> functional option, how much a purse or a wallet says about a Lady! So here we go!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisSKKbMo2mMR2cNQsSTibavMAV3C3LvUG5JIE_D2DZkj7tFehQIiLCKtZ7uv8Y0Cg-jdDXTxu4wobZNFjo5VJQbpONWm1HzYuOCNqMdeyGnHGfp9WCEgKnxvZBMFJo4yvkCd_vAiIVpH_Z/s1600/photo%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisSKKbMo2mMR2cNQsSTibavMAV3C3LvUG5JIE_D2DZkj7tFehQIiLCKtZ7uv8Y0Cg-jdDXTxu4wobZNFjo5VJQbpONWm1HzYuOCNqMdeyGnHGfp9WCEgKnxvZBMFJo4yvkCd_vAiIVpH_Z/s400/photo%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572697341134411042" border="0" /></a>The current wallet!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mildly Flashy & Extremely Functional!<br />I have to say, I have somewhat of a wallet obsession. I am constantly on a mission to find 'The One'. I have yet to find a wallet to change my life, but I'm still hopeful.<br /><br />Let's take a peak inside, shall we?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9uEaw5WDyCM9YqF31WrTDN7aKxdHW5gJiiiW7VKRoxIoHIQVbxh-3G5px0u03kDSSavnxGbeQz-a5pgYl068eIWf-q97kFpfV1iQ41Jgk5XuepLQM-h5pPEPLkvXWORE0U3dy_-6FRhDI/s1600/photo%25285%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9uEaw5WDyCM9YqF31WrTDN7aKxdHW5gJiiiW7VKRoxIoHIQVbxh-3G5px0u03kDSSavnxGbeQz-a5pgYl068eIWf-q97kFpfV1iQ41Jgk5XuepLQM-h5pPEPLkvXWORE0U3dy_-6FRhDI/s400/photo%25285%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572698039766446130" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6wwj-NBRlkfpAgAHAqhqtRDfjpNfmWqA8CBejmY8pv8sa8zE7tUnn2h7Q7umbixLiSEa8loLYFCCPRI1WZCeH_zChuGhLwxVIlbN-FCJojW8rjvoozZYhZIYwPbHA1z8TfiEph3bLRE7m/s1600/photo%25284%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6wwj-NBRlkfpAgAHAqhqtRDfjpNfmWqA8CBejmY8pv8sa8zE7tUnn2h7Q7umbixLiSEa8loLYFCCPRI1WZCeH_zChuGhLwxVIlbN-FCJojW8rjvoozZYhZIYwPbHA1z8TfiEph3bLRE7m/s400/photo%25284%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572698268214029394" border="0" /></a>Please note my checks. I think the only reason I still use checks to pay bills is because they are just <span style="font-style: italic;">too freaking cute!</span> As you may have noticed, the check pictured is a flyyy giraffe print! I happen to have zebra, tiger, & cheetah also in my repertoire. I may sound old, but I seriously prefer writing checks. I have no idea why. & believe me... I've tried to figure it out!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span>& let me just stop you right there... I know I have an obscene amount of cards. I am owning it. & frankly, it's alright with me because some of those cards save me enough money to make me feel like I am a financially responsible adult!<br />I am an easy sell though, really. If you say you have a discount card, I'm signing up. Even if I have no plans of returning to your store in the near future, I'll sign up.<br />[As a side note-- If any of you are trying to meet a 'quota' of this kind, I'm your girl. I'll sign up for anything as long as it's free!]<br /><br />While we're here... Does anyone else wonder why Hobby Lobby can't get it together & create a customer rewards program? They may very well be one of the only places I frequent (& I mean <span style="font-weight: bold;">frequent</span>,) that I don't have a discount card for. & Target! I know, Target has a credit card, but I'm sorry... I cannot commit to financial ruin & sign up. I may still be mildly irresponsible, but I know when to stop myself. & a Target credit card is a world of trouble I just cannot bring myself to enter! I feel the same about Macy's!!<br /><br />Ok, so let's explore the cards...<br />- Kroger Plus -- Typical<br />- CVS Extra Care Card -- I'm more of a Rite Aid kinda' girl, but like I said, I'm an easy sell.<br />- Wellness + (Rite Aid) -- I'm not sure what took them so long, but fiiiiinally my loves at Rite Aid created a card for us 'frequent shoppers'!<br />- G.B. Shoe Warehouse -- Seriously y'all. Seriously. If you don't have one, you must. I think it's 10% off any purchase if you use this card! I could be remembering my sign-up incorrectly, but I'm pretty sure that's the point of the card! & if you've never been to visit G.B. you need to. ASAP. Got a pair of $70+-something Sperry's for like, $30 or $40 bucks last spring. (I happened to hit a sale & had my rewards card!) Not to mention, they have a million other great brands to choose from!<br />(See <a href="http://missaustin120.blogspot.com/2011/02/listing-lusting.html">this post</a> for further explanation of my shoe 'habit'!)<br />- Library card -- Whatever. I feel like I'm not really a good person if I don't have one. I rarely visit the public library, although I L-O-V-E reading. I have this weird thing about buying books I love. I get my sights set on a book (after much research to determine that I will for-sure love it,) & just have to buy it. My dream home will have a library (& by 'library' I may or may not mean many shelves in a corner,) & I think buying books instead of 'renting' them from the library, is my way of contributing to this library so I don't have to buy a set of encyclopedias as a filler when the time comes.<br />- Speedy Rewards card -- Duh. I am definitely a Speedy Rewards points hoarder. I rarely redeem them, but will specifically choose Speedway for my quickie-needs over others because I want to accumulate points! I happen to have a coupon for a free energy shot stowed away, thanks to this card!<br />- Qdoba card -- I live right up the street from a Qdoba & the amount of free burritos I've earned, (thanks to this card!) is obscene. They also happen to be the only place, besides Cheddar's, that has ri-dic-u-lous chips & queso. I may or may not indulge in their insane guacamole from time to time as well!<br />- BHG Rewards card -- & last but certainly not least! Ohhh how I adore Bluegrass Hospitality Group! I'm sure many of you know, but BHG is responsible for Malone's, Sal's, Harry's, & Drake's! I <span style="font-style: italic;">so</span> hope they plan to keep expanding because their concept is seriously business-savvy & they have a great market here in Lextown! Want a nice dinner out? Head on over to Malone's or Sal's! Want a casual night with great food/great drinks? Looking for an exquisite patio after a profitable day at Keeneland? Pop on over to Harry's! Feel like dancin' & sippin' some import beers? Drake's is just what the doctor ordered!<span style="font-style: italic;"><br />*Siiiiigh*</span><br />I love you BHG. With a BHG rewards card you earn points that earn you free stuff! You can be a points-hoarder like me, or you can use your points to pay your bar tab! I love it. I whip it out every time I'm there!!<br /><br />& finally...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE5udEmvoZakJjcjBnQvQJOfAnsCf1qhJuBpjxzRLA8YM1vyH2M_fgWAwe6UesED2Qq0IiiLrU2fEjBIjkrLJ-gtCenPaX4AjDkTgNG2KwM2lWGWhYpixYnLkQAw2VpT9HUu8Lzq5ykkbo/s1600/photo%25283%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE5udEmvoZakJjcjBnQvQJOfAnsCf1qhJuBpjxzRLA8YM1vyH2M_fgWAwe6UesED2Qq0IiiLrU2fEjBIjkrLJ-gtCenPaX4AjDkTgNG2KwM2lWGWhYpixYnLkQAw2VpT9HUu8Lzq5ykkbo/s400/photo%25283%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572708353459072066" border="0" /></a>My Pop-A-Lock coupons!<br />Now let me explain... These are all expired. The sweet muffin who removed my keys from my locked car last time gave them to me & I'm utterly terrified to remove them from my wallet.<br />(Even though they're expired & annoying the daylights out of my OCD de-clutter instincts.)<br />I have an unfortunate disability that causes me to lock my keys in my car on a bi-weekly basis. I so wish I were kidding. Ok, ok... Not bi-weekly, but close! I actually locked myself out of my house this week... Since we're on the subject! But ever since I've had these coupons, I have yet to lock myself out of my car. <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> [Knock. On. Wood.]</span><br />I think it's been like, 5-or-so months since I've done it! I know it's sad, but for me, that's a record! I really think irony has a permanent place in my life, based on prior experience, & I am convinced that if I take these coupons out of my wallet I will follow up with a locked-out experience.<br />Yes, I know... They're expired, so they really can't help me at all these days but I'm just superstitious that way!<br /><br />So that's that! The wallet! I might have to think about following up with a purse post! Feel free to share any places that happen to sell a potential 'the one' wallet because I am always searching. So far it's been fruitless, but I have hope!<br /><br />XOXO Lovies!!<br /><br /></div>Miss Austinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04614302569941145306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914423519216700633.post-59144571309296063432011-02-08T22:25:00.001-08:002011-02-09T00:04:33.614-08:00Ca-uuuute!<div style="text-align: center;">I was perusing the few blogs I follow & found <a href="http://www.nauticalbynatureblog.com/2011/02/marley-lilly-monogrammed-floppy-hat.html">this little gem!</a> I could wear one of these aaalll summer while I lounge by the pool in our backyard! How cute are these?!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwll0y3o8nEZY1mNDCZq6UuVhgJ4UJteznkFACYom99yOubwi0zG4WovXF-I61agusP-E1eMCnBECjCnSaIhWkv6QdvEwxz7uVvHg1JPMpLZoKHK5RwEGiRrPW_nDL0LBwoq8twobWia86/s1600/mlfloppyhat2.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 127px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwll0y3o8nEZY1mNDCZq6UuVhgJ4UJteznkFACYom99yOubwi0zG4WovXF-I61agusP-E1eMCnBECjCnSaIhWkv6QdvEwxz7uVvHg1JPMpLZoKHK5RwEGiRrPW_nDL0LBwoq8twobWia86/s400/mlfloppyhat2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571573352314378722" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMRLI4KqhJMIcPM0oG-8zWSHky8WO0DL3OYpMEpcUPDDYBRdfjPBYdyZzVvTKCraLDDN1_LGRX7IKfXyBdRYL6tzFTRhSysz64bLX7ixt-QBU0bngU7GvDyabdmu_ltmVZUKmMnCBGM_OY/s1600/mlfloppyhat1.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 125px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMRLI4KqhJMIcPM0oG-8zWSHky8WO0DL3OYpMEpcUPDDYBRdfjPBYdyZzVvTKCraLDDN1_LGRX7IKfXyBdRYL6tzFTRhSysz64bLX7ixt-QBU0bngU7GvDyabdmu_ltmVZUKmMnCBGM_OY/s400/mlfloppyhat1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571573525754093282" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOcYqe31BZsKbEDSRsit2mO6zKIwB2Ovx00FHdpXAUps7v5psMYyzS74CfpfBlNd1JN1WPXiRDLaFO5bbhbXIIglv6QyHhZjcLJFn8LQiTJc7jN-eMGa_vOna7_wzdmkXkh0_jFxg9xV-b/s1600/mlfloppyhat4.png"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 124px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOcYqe31BZsKbEDSRsit2mO6zKIwB2Ovx00FHdpXAUps7v5psMYyzS74CfpfBlNd1JN1WPXiRDLaFO5bbhbXIIglv6QyHhZjcLJFn8LQiTJc7jN-eMGa_vOna7_wzdmkXkh0_jFxg9xV-b/s400/mlfloppyhat4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571573436403834402" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Is it a problem that I'm already picturing myself in one, or all of these? Along with the perfect poolside outfit that I would <span style="font-style: italic;">probably</span> wear while hosting the perfect poolside party? Oh my LANTA! I need Spring/Summer here immediately. I'm already picking out outfits for things that aren't happening yet. But that right there is a need for a mental note if I've ever seen one! ---Plan the perfect pool party so you can pick out the perfect outfit (complete w/ floppy hat, perfect new flippy floppies, & sunglasses!)<br /><br />I cannot wait to wear all kinds of fun colors, hang out outside for no reason, bake in the sun by the pool, be in a great mood while I'm running nonsense-errands just because it feels amazing outside, & have a great time with great friends this Spring & Summer!<br /><br /></div><img src="file:///C:/Users/austin/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.png" alt="" /><img src="file:///C:/Users/austin/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.png" alt="" />Miss Austinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04614302569941145306noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914423519216700633.post-61430616863059710342011-02-08T13:22:00.000-08:002011-02-08T22:19:38.162-08:00Listing & Lusting!<div style="text-align: center;">With Spring on it's way (yes, I am staying positive & doing every no-snow dance I know!) yours truly has been shopping for fun things to make spring even better! Because I'm a massive nerd I tend to make lists. My number one list happens to be a To-Do List, but the 'Things I Must Have' List is a close second & happens to be never ending. Here are a couple of my recent items :)<br /><br />How sweet are these?! I'm obsessed!!<br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaBePv7-nuZrsO6h2E0GtPfjR4diSZgLu5txw_RCvK_n3_V6N1Fh-U94mF9pz4NQJfLcvjiicXLeRngF85jt75ftvp783-s7NaqkOXJn1HZlrbeANzmeHVStqVb6F5aEUqN1lHZFpWIy-n/s1600/351046-20-1_430x430.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 330px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaBePv7-nuZrsO6h2E0GtPfjR4diSZgLu5txw_RCvK_n3_V6N1Fh-U94mF9pz4NQJfLcvjiicXLeRngF85jt75ftvp783-s7NaqkOXJn1HZlrbeANzmeHVStqVb6F5aEUqN1lHZFpWIy-n/s400/351046-20-1_430x430.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571435183899598738" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja8_BSl7SJc75fp_njExCYoMtP3E0t5c_9dl5QgBGmsX0rtI-95O9NoYOPZrDxUWzPvYmE6Jqsuhvw7UyVB8KnNoCyRLfAltcURVHmtmEBEw3B6uRQcx1VXRiZQDTNY4BPiPOJBRvD2Djd/s1600/351045-11-1_430x430.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 330px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja8_BSl7SJc75fp_njExCYoMtP3E0t5c_9dl5QgBGmsX0rtI-95O9NoYOPZrDxUWzPvYmE6Jqsuhvw7UyVB8KnNoCyRLfAltcURVHmtmEBEw3B6uRQcx1VXRiZQDTNY4BPiPOJBRvD2Djd/s400/351045-11-1_430x430.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571435363897559090" border="0" /></a>Let me just say, I LOVE shoes. I quite possibly am a shoe hoarder. What a tacky nick-nack is to a hoarder, a shoe is to me. I can't help it, I see a pair (or two or three!) fall in love, & have to have them. There have been times I blatantly chose a pair of shoes over other obligations... Like bills, gas for the car, food, etc. Irresponsible as it is, I can't help myself. I have a problem!<br />& let me just be completely honest here... Shoes always fit. No matter what size I am everywhere else, my shoe size stays predictably the same... I. Love. It. Subsequently, there is a massive overflow of shoes in my closet. Well, most of them still fit in there! I think I own more shoes than anything else, actually.<br /><br />I went to Vegas this past summer & this was my 'Definitely Going to Vegas' pile.<br />[There are 13 pairs in this pic... For 4 days & 4 nights, just so we're all on the same page.]<br />(Sorry for poor pic quality.. That was before the iPhone entered my life!)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN8S9FXhswueRDy7mivVjWs8R5dli_H8hLbb35VHwtXsqNKjROni05Da6w4XjiuocRfTMPCvuy-QO7Sw-8m64bhS-AAKDmk3lQn0UCRzhwh5Y2os4j7bxAIcc1jE8SjNJVBGV29_PMJDJ4/s1600/35785_616224850407_210610190_35061260_7521540_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN8S9FXhswueRDy7mivVjWs8R5dli_H8hLbb35VHwtXsqNKjROni05Da6w4XjiuocRfTMPCvuy-QO7Sw-8m64bhS-AAKDmk3lQn0UCRzhwh5Y2os4j7bxAIcc1jE8SjNJVBGV29_PMJDJ4/s400/35785_616224850407_210610190_35061260_7521540_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571435980583247938" border="0" /></a>Problem? Some think so, but I just cannot help myself! I sent the pic to my boo, who was living & waiting for me in Vegas at the time, & he helped me narrow the selection!<br /><br />Alright, back to my List!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmut2Xif_oVSlIOUYEBsgcvvyAUg31kxdYZLP-91XyGjjFsuFTAcU-olSsKm_sftibzdUfxEvsmCeju5HDZxxMddZrhARNcqvgGUDLPVtMXh79qJAFtzoLqaDYnNGp755EiuCcIqTZUs_O/s1600/fr2364sp20_periwinkle_large.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 406px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmut2Xif_oVSlIOUYEBsgcvvyAUg31kxdYZLP-91XyGjjFsuFTAcU-olSsKm_sftibzdUfxEvsmCeju5HDZxxMddZrhARNcqvgGUDLPVtMXh79qJAFtzoLqaDYnNGp755EiuCcIqTZUs_O/s400/fr2364sp20_periwinkle_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571436853440002946" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidhFCLmvqyIJIAB8AN6NxRpRj7xazSbs7zkBlev3kqWz4twstcknOvk0dNyEmWBBdIMviWRIlvz-s3k25e8EPkSdJpom4vSTa7SZPTi8zQfrNyYvLhNYUz4xZmc6K65dTH0uoiE-RH59PV/s1600/pCHIC1-8779008v275.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 428px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidhFCLmvqyIJIAB8AN6NxRpRj7xazSbs7zkBlev3kqWz4twstcknOvk0dNyEmWBBdIMviWRIlvz-s3k25e8EPkSdJpom4vSTa7SZPTi8zQfrNyYvLhNYUz4xZmc6K65dTH0uoiE-RH59PV/s400/pCHIC1-8779008v275.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571437097105093298" border="0" /></a>I'm thinking these would be kind of perfect for Keeneland's Spring Meet!!<br /><br />I also just looooove this!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVodfob4Cs3mL_BLr519efWnlCcUBAGn4wD7sOI_eiClC5nXM-SQbYd51SEYg_HbuOvtpH7jx1hS_FPIL7HNCqHgkde3H9gyf6XkygynAEZm_03fTK5tG-hOyA32JqAlWHwvH-bxjDkWGr/s1600/fr1797bac8_white_large.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVodfob4Cs3mL_BLr519efWnlCcUBAGn4wD7sOI_eiClC5nXM-SQbYd51SEYg_HbuOvtpH7jx1hS_FPIL7HNCqHgkde3H9gyf6XkygynAEZm_03fTK5tG-hOyA32JqAlWHwvH-bxjDkWGr/s400/fr1797bac8_white_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571438018275715378" border="0" /></a>Personally, I think this is seriously PRESH! If done the right way, it could also be perfect for Keeneland! This top just looks so fresh & lively to me. The exact opposite of ho hum winter-wear!<br /><br />& as always<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh9Wy_M4HGqf47B6q3biJFnybUV_Yv6vcGAcisdRhjLv03a13as2jiA646xj8RB9AgkfrD3XTKIV4pqDDhnHFCFnr44_LFNs2Yln5cjyZh081R5AOH14MmuSECPxAPZ5NLQB0BwK9RhxoO/s1600/louis-vuitton-speedy-301.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh9Wy_M4HGqf47B6q3biJFnybUV_Yv6vcGAcisdRhjLv03a13as2jiA646xj8RB9AgkfrD3XTKIV4pqDDhnHFCFnr44_LFNs2Yln5cjyZh081R5AOH14MmuSECPxAPZ5NLQB0BwK9RhxoO/s400/louis-vuitton-speedy-301.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571441359840385618" border="0" /></a>THIS sweet baby will always be on my List! Until I have one in my possession of course! I think that just about everyday I send a little style prayer in hopes that the price will drop momentarily so I can buy one! Or that one will just fall into my lap! ;)<br /><br />& thanks to <a href="http://http//lifestylesoflauren.blogspot.com/">this</a> stylish chica I've also been looking <a href="http://www.emersonmade.com/">here</a> for a few spring-y Keeneland options!<br /><br />Oh Spring, how I love you & wish you would make an appearance in all our lives very soon!<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Meanwhile, this is my current state:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZt8WaF3JRDpXZ3eI3knlJaN7hKjuCzCyx5vlJXXE5vEzZPYHbTarxk4JNfaNQLIdNmNI2f14jyXAz6wZqY8VZBU3Ce5ZMx3dElyoVGAIC69_rXeblEsWtNmgHl4NHrt1UyzXhK77IiQaH/s1600/photo%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZt8WaF3JRDpXZ3eI3knlJaN7hKjuCzCyx5vlJXXE5vEzZPYHbTarxk4JNfaNQLIdNmNI2f14jyXAz6wZqY8VZBU3Ce5ZMx3dElyoVGAIC69_rXeblEsWtNmgHl4NHrt1UyzXhK77IiQaH/s400/photo%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571444619954707586" border="0" /></a><br />:)<br />Being productive & I love it! Responding to e-mails that are in response to resumes I've sent out! Eee!<br />Also-- Please note the pink UK coffee cup I am sippin' from! Gotta` support my boys in blue!! They've got a big game tonight & I KNOW we can win it! Unfortunately we all have to look at Bruce Pearl the biggest tool of life in that hideously tacky TN orange blazer. Ick.<br /><br />Have a great evening my loves! GO CATS!! XOXO <3!!></div><br /><br /></div></div>Miss Austinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04614302569941145306noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914423519216700633.post-79037205427191141852011-02-06T19:29:00.000-08:002011-02-08T14:27:46.369-08:00Leading a Charmed LifeI ventured to Eastern KY, despite my apprehensions, to visit my grandparents this weekend! My grandma's condition is pretty much day-by-day & is incredibly difficult for all of us. The goal this weekend was making sure she was comfortable & in absolutely no pain for this last leg of her journey here on earth.
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<br />While things were incredibly tough, my Faith has grown & my Love for my family, if it was possible, has grown even more. My grandpa, as I'm sure I've mentioned before, is the strongest person I know. He truly perseveres through everything. He has all his life & is such an inspiration. He is amazingly strong & through all the pain has shown his amazing ability to Love.
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;">I pulled out an affirmation book my mom had given me years ago & started reading it. Right now I'm afraid I don't have enough in me to wake up positive every day... I just don't. But I don't want to be a Negative Nancy all the time! Finding something to read every day to just lift my spirits from the start has been so helpful. & I couldn't help but think... How Lucky am I? How Blessed am I? I mean really! I know I'm on a journey right now & I can't foresee the end of it yet, but I know I am truly leading a Charmed Life. <3.
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Tough People Do.Alright, so I know the last few posts of mine have been kinda' heavy, so if you're sick of it, skip on to the next blog on your reading list because this is going to be a heavy one. Maybe it's selfish & maybe I'm incredibly self-absorbed, but this blog is my outlet. It serves as a diary for me at times & I usually feel better if I can just get things off my chest. It's late, so it might be short, if that makes those of you rolling your eyes feel any better!<br /><br />I seriously cannot, for the life of me, figure out what my problem is lately. I have been such a hot mess! I've been sick most of last week & am starting to feel semi-normal today but it has thrown me for a complete loop. Not only was I feeling less like myself before I got sick, but now it's even worse. I hate being sick. I hate not being productive & like anyone, I hate feeling like poo. Unfortunately life still goes on & I had to try & keep up with my regularly scheduled obligations. (I.E. Work... Ugh.) Unfortunately serving is not the kind of job you want to have & be forced to go to when you really need to be taking it easy. Not that any job is, but being on your feet running wings & beer for 6 hours straight to needy people just isn't what a doctor would order. I was on my way to my 5 o'clock shift on Sunday when I just decided, enough is enough. At what point do I say skip it, I need to take care of myself? Well, Sunday was it. I turned around & called the manager on duty & let him know I was sorry, but I just couldn't make it. Needless to say he was annoyed, but I just couldn't let it stress me out... I had to focus on resting & getting well so I could make it to my shifts this week. I come to work today tired, (which seems to be my current state at all times this month,) but still ready to work. Long story longer, a huge black line was marked through my name & all my shifts for the week. Everyone knew but me. Everyone. I talked to the GM, who luckily was there, & he seemed pretty confused by the whole situation as well. The manager who had 'terminated' me hadn't bothered to mention it to his own boss. Awesome. So tomorrow I get to call & ask to come in & talk to the manager who crossed me out & try to see what's up & maybe work it out.<br /><br />Honestly though.... What else?? I feel like everything is being dumped on me at once. It can't just be one thing, it has to be a million. I hate to be pity-partying all over the place, but mother of pearl. I feel exhausted. I don't even know that I care enough to explain all this nonsense that's been going on to the manager tomorrow, so maybe he'll have some sympathy & work things out with me. I've never been this dramatic, always have crap going on, kind of person. I leave it at home, it never gets in the way of work. Work is one of the things I use to escape any crap that's going on. I mean, I've never been fired from a job in my LIFE. I take work too seriously for that to happen. For crying out loud, I was with one company for 6 years!! & left on my own terms! I don't know... I just feel like as soon as I get the strength to pick myself back up, I fall again.<br /><br />BUT, I am trusting that <span style="font-weight: bold;">everything</span> happens for a <span style="font-weight: bold;">reason.</span> If one event has nothing to do with another, & all this just happens in our life for no reason, then I wouldn't be the person I am today. None of us would. It's going to be a tough time for me for a little longer I think, but deep down I know I'm strong & I know I can make it through. I have my family, my health-ish ;), friends & a man who love me... As long as I have that as my base, I can make it through anything! A great quote I love... "It's not how many times we fall in life, it's how many times we RiSE." & like the title of this post says... Tough times don't last. They really don't... I've been through some serious shiz before & I know it doesn't last forever. I'm in the thick of some tough times now, but I'm a tough person so I will last!!<br /><br />Ok now, I'm not going to leave you completely hanging... I do have something positive to post! I am a substitute teacher for Fayette Co. (what a joke, right? ME... Hot mess & all influencing the young & impressionable minds of KY,) & if I could do it full time, I totally would. But getting called in for jobs just doesn't happen as regularly as I need it to. But I've got one for tomorrow!!! Get to go back to my Creek Dawgs & sub for 9-12 grade English classes! YAY!!! That's sure to lift my spirits because I LOVE getting up & going to substitute teach!! :)))<br /><br />XO Lovies.. Hope I wasn't too depressing!!Miss Austinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04614302569941145306noreply@blogger.com1