Are You a Technology Addict?

Last week around this time, I thought my life was completely over. O.V.E.R. Done. I'm dead. Bye.
Why? You may ask. Exhibit A.

Yep, this is was my precious iPhone 5. I dropped it from chest level and viola. And I just had the screen fixed, dammit. I was on the verge of tears (read they were streaming down my face)--searching for a pay phone (do they still have those) so I could get in touch with anyone who cared to listen to the tragic tale. 
Josh was the first on the hit list. Poor guy. I always take the most simplest of problems out on him. What can I say? It's a gift. And he's a very patient man. I haven't scared him off yet *knock on wood*
Anyways. In tears, I'm trying to explain to him what happened and he, of course, fails to see what the big deal is--frustrating me even more that I could be so stupid as to drop my stupid phone AGAIN and make it a non-functioning pile of junk. I mean, my life is basically ruined. 
How will I ever contact anyone again? How will people know what I'm eating for lunch or what I'm thinking at any given moment?
Next, my mother. This call could go either way. The "how could you be so irresponsible" route OR "it's ok it's just a phone" route. Good ole mom--the "it's ok it's just a phone, you can get a new phone" route for the win. My dad was cracking up at the fact that I was hyperventilating over a phone. Right. So.
I have to go a whole night without a phone. Like what. No. Why the hell does Best Buy close at 9pm?! Luckily, I dug out my iPad, charged it up, and was able to text via the iPad. The only glitch, the iPad only works on wifi. Wifi is not everywhere and so therefore I still can't communicate most of the time. Tragic.
To make a very long, dramatic story short, Best Buy screws me over, AT&T over charges me, BUT I have a new iPhone (the 5s  in gold--what else?) and life is good again by Friday afternoon. So while I thought my life was over--and I do mean over (that panicky feeling was all too real), I survived my less than 24 hours without a phone. It wasn't easy, but I'm a survivor. 
This whole scenario makes me question: why am I so addicted to technology?! It's honestly very scary and sad. And how did I/society function without technology?
Are you addicted to technology too? (Please tell me I'm not the only irrationally attached to their phone/computer/camera/iPad etc.--because I said so)

How To: Know Your Dog is Really Your Child

A lot of my friends got puppy fever this past year or years, myself included (the boyfriend and I woke up one day and felt like getting a puppy, so we did. Not the best planning) I think we both failed that accounting test!

I feel like I am a mother when talk about the first couple of months we had Laney--like a mother who couldn't handle it. I remember sobbing because she wouldn't listen, potty on the pee pad, or when she got sick. I hope this is no indication of what I'll be like as a mother to a human eventually. 

I don't have kids, but I can imagine it's something similar to having a puppychild.

Here are a few ways to know that your dog is really your child:

1. You've wiped your dog's butt. Let's face it. Being a dog mom is not glamourous. Sometimes they eat stuff they aren't supposed to (mainly hairballs) and it gets stuck. Chaos ensues and usually it's in front of people. Never ideal timing with the puppychild.

2. Cleaned up throw up--in record timing so they don't eat it. I know. Gross.

3. You have to socialize them and teach them to share. Still working on this.

4. When your dog doesn't like someone, you probably shouldn't like them. Trust your dog.

5. You are the only one who can punish, yell at, or spank your dog. How dare anyone else speak meanly of (or to) your puppychild. #rude #bye

6.  You have to train them to NOT sleep in the bed with you. When they are little it's usually fine, but as they get older, it's a no. They must sleep in their own bed. In fact, Laney is curled up in bed with me as I write this. Mommy fail.

7. You have pictures of them everywhere. Your phone, your walls, anywhere you can keep pictures.  You take pictures of them sleeping, eating, playing, really anything and everything--it can be ridiculous.

8. You dress them up. Ok, I'm not one of those dog owners with the prissy dogs that needs bows in their hair and sweaters at all times. But occasionally, I like to put a shirt on Laney or socks. She obviously loves it.

9. You buy them expensive toys, when they'd much rather just play with the packaging. Laney loves playing with empty water bottles/water jugs. Why we spend money on toys that she destroys in .5 seconds is beyond me.

10. Their grandparents are THE WORST at spoiling them. Anything you are trying to train them to do is ruined with one trip to your parent's house. Laney's Nana is the worst. Treats on treats on treats--even  though Laney is trying to watch her figure.

How do YOU know you're a "Dog Mom"?

#lovethelessards

ATTENTION. I HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT! ONE OF MY BEST FRIEND'S IS ENGAGED!  I repeat: One of my best friend's is engaged.  When Rebecca called me Thursday night, I almost didn't believe her. All she had to say was "Allison" and I knew what she was going to say. Every time I hear the story about how he asked her to marry him and how he asked her parents for permission to ask, I almost cry.

Disclaimer: All photos by Courtland Wells. Fabulous job. They will cherish these pictures forever. And  really, how cute are they? I can't wait to see how their actual engagement pictures turn out! (Joshua, I hope you are taking notes :))

Congrats Rebecca and Chad! 

I've basically known them as a couple from the very beginning and Rebecca was one of my first friends in college. I remember her freaking out wondering what she should say to him and asking how she would know if he liked her back. You know, the usual. These two met over my sophomore Spring Break, which will always be one for the books--and one they will clearly remember forever. My dad will always know her as the "Hawaiian Punch girl"--spring break, she bought this nasty green Hawaiian punch as a mixer--wedding present? I think yes. Rebecca, you are probably dying reading this right now. Anyways. I can't believe they are engaged. Earlier that day, she told me that she had this feeling. What? How can you have this feeling? But apparently Chad is a horrible liar and her "feeling" was right! So, let the festivities begin!

A little back story, her parents are jewlers. Perfect right? So Chad, drove up to her hometown to "ask" her dad to marry her AND to get him to design and put together the ring. I'm swooning over here. He said, and I quote (from dinner Friday night) "I know y'all know I didn't just drive all the way up here to visit. Your daughter makes me very happy and makes me smile every time she walks in the door." And then he asked if he could marry their daughter. Seriously almost crying. I'm such a sucker for a love story.

I basically have her whole wedding planned out and I seriously can't wait to go with her to tasting and dress fittings and everything that comes with getting married--it IS my job after all! I'm so so so happy for you guys and your wedding will be perfect--because I said so of course! Love y'all!

 

Dear Carol

I'm writing this to you/for you because I know what it was like to be an almost teenager. I know what it was like to have the same friends be there for you one day and not the next, to be anxious over getting good grades, and not want to grow up, but want to all at the same time. It gets easier I promise. Or rather, you adapt and learn and therefore it gets easier. 

I wish I could say that people grow up and mature, but honestly, it's the same now (at 22) as it was when I was 12 and it likely will be the same all through life--I'll let you know in another ten years. So it's best that you learn to deal with it now--sorry does that sound harsh?  Friends will come and go, but some will stay around. Hold on to those. Don't let boys or tiny differences or what other people think get in the way of those lasting friendships. I look at you today and I see some great friends in your life, that's great! We know there are some that aren't that great either, and that's fine too.   Also, don't even get me started on boys. Not to sound like a parent, but you do you for as long as possible. No dating until you're married. Just kidding, but really. You don't need a boy for a VERY long time. You might WANT one, but they are mostly all just dumb. 
Going into eighth grade, I had so many crushes and I think Stephanie already had a boyfriend, but YOU stay away. They can get in the way of you chasing your dreams and make you feel like your dreams are stupid. AND let's face it--they are still at least 9 or 10 years old in maturity level--and it's going to take them awhile to get on your level. Don't stoop to their level. You'll be tempted to act a certain way or dress a certain way to get a boy's attention because everyone else is, but it's not worth it. Trust me.

Also, don't let anyone tell you that you can't. You can do/be/accomplish anything that you set your mind to. I wish I would've done so much more ten years ago and believe me, you don't want to live with the "I wish"(es). Take the trips, indulge in the experiences, make mistakes. Don't regret anything. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I love you and want you to have the best almost high school experience next year. 
Remember, it's never to early (or late) to think of someone other than yourself (volunteer), get ready for college (keep those grades up Miss Smarty-Pants), and find that thing that's really you (you could be the next Picasso).
I love you baby sissy! Love your favorite older sister :)

Charcuterie

Let me introduce you to my dinner last night. 

I was feeling a little creative and also didn't want to cook (not that I do much cooking anyway). So VIOLA! My favorite thing about making a wine and cheese board is that you can add anything you want! It's essentially an "adult snack plate." 

To assemble your own charcuterie board, you'll need a variety of cheeses, cured meats, and crackers. 

Here's what mine consisted of:

Meats: Pepperoni/Salami/Prosciutto/Dry Coppa

Cheeses: Swiss/Drunken Goat Cheese/Brie/Aged Cheddar/ Colby Jack Cubes

Crackers: Wheat Thins/Whole Wheat Roland Crackers

Miscellaneous: Grapes/Fig Spread

Wine: Ricossa Moscato D'Asti

Half of the fun is in assembling the board and the other half is in getting to enjoy it! Next time, I'll switch up the variety of cheeses and maybe throw in a red wine!

Sunburns and Fruit Stands

This weekend was exactly what I needed. Minus the aching sunburn ALL over my body. Seriously, it hurts to do everything. Turns out you have to put sunscreen on when you go to the beach. I know, I'm an idiot.

Anyways, I got to spend time with some of my best friends at the beach, spend time with my family, and spend time with Josh's family. It was a win win win and a successfully relaxing weekend.

I haven't been to the beach (or seen the sun) since like last year (you don't get a "spring break" in the working world), so it was high time. Something about summer time, the beach, and gossiping with your girlfriends while drinking a beer is soothing to the soul. After spending four hours on the beach dodging little children and random people offering beer, we went in search of boiled peanuts. The perfect Southern, summertime snack. We happened upon this little fruit stand on the side of the road and the peanuts did not disappoint.(places like this ALWAYS have the best fruit/peanuts).

I so wished I liked fruits/vegetables. They are so pretty and fresh looking.

After the beach, it was time to head back to Louisiana for Josh's little sisters 8th grade graduation.

 I felt so old! My 8th grade graduation was before the times of straighteners and every time I look back on the pictures I cringe. I thought I was oh so cool. Believe me, I was oh so NOT.

It was great to see his whole family and to be their professional photographer *hair flip*. Josh took me out for sushi. Despite the sunburn issues, this Sunday after the beach was shaping up to be awesome. He knows the way to my heart.

My favorite thing about the weekend was after all of the scheduled events were over and I was able to just sit outside with my family while the dogs ran around outside. So simple, but so relaxing. I already can't wait for next weekend!

I love linking up for weekend recaps. Because really, who doesn't love to talk about what they did over the weekend?!

P.S. Wear sunscreen to the beach. Because it's the smart thing to do and because I said so! 

How To: Boil an Egg

Ok, I'll admit it. I'm not the best cook.  Like I can't. Cook that is. Last night, I had to ask my family (via group text...I mean how else?) how to boil and egg. I mean I didn't want to "Google it" I wasn't that desperate. Obviously I KNOW how to boil and egg, but how do you know when it's done?  Naturally, I asked my mother.  Turns out, even SHE doesn't know when it's done. I mean it's not like a noodle that you can taste. 

So anyways. I took her advice.

P.S. This is the first time I'm actually cooking/using my stove since me and my sister made Jello-O shots and Cheesy Chicken Enchilada for Mardi Gras. That is the degree of my culinary skills. Sad.
So, for all of my fellow NON-cookers out there, here is how you boil an egg AND know when it's done.

1. Select how many eggs you want to boil and a pot that will hold that amount. 2. Fill the pot with water so that it covers the eggs. 3. Set the heat on a moderate level--I set mine on "6" 4. Once the bubbles start coming up from the bottom of the pot, you know it's boiling. Let that happen for about 3-5 minutes. See below!

See bubbles!

5. After the 3-5 minutes, like my mom said, let the eggs sit in the water for a bit and turn the heat off. 6. Once it cools off, Viola! You have boiled eggs!  It's actually kind of fool-proof in the sense that if you start peeling the egg and it's not boiled it'll be a runny goopy mess. I'm happy to report, that mine were perfectly boiled! 
You MIGHT need good luck with the most annoying part--peeling them! That and this giveaway! 
 You know you want a Target gift card so you can buy yourself some eggs to boil! I mean I know I would :)

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The Grammar Police

I have a confession:

I have a serious problem when it comes to correcting people's grammar. I'll correct them to their face, under my breath, or in my head.

You can just call me the grammar police. I don't do it to try to be mean or make myself sound smarter, it literally just bugs me and comes out automatically. Oops.

Top Annoyances:

-The old your vs. you're argument. Your is possessive. For example: Your cat or your house. You're is the contraction for YOU ARE. You're going to the dance. It is NOT YOU'RE dog. *you are dog--doesn't make sense.

-Same goes for their, there, and they're. Their is possessive. Is that their apartment? There refers to direction. For example, the dog's toy is over there. They're is the contraction for THEY ARE. They're my new neighbors. 

-Using an before a word that starts with a vowel. Do you have an octopus as a pet? It's not a octopus. You just sound ignorant and uneducated.

-Things like "she gone" "he done that" "where he is." Again you sound uneducated. Slap a contraction on those pronouns and rearrange some words and viola! Good to go!

Use the right grammar people. It's not hard.

That being said, comma splices and most punctuation errors don't bother me as much. I mean, I wasn't an English major. So go ahead and have a run-on sentence, just don't use the wrong form of "your."

I frequently correct J on words used when he speaks. Subbing them for the correct word or offering a word that would make the sentence make more sense. He just rolls with the punches; bless him. (and I think he's learned a lot-haha)
My family should be called the Grammar Police: Troop 9. We correct each other's grammar when we slip up and usually everyone else's grammar that texts us or that we find on commercials. We aren't mean I promise! I think my sister is far worse :)


P.S. Sorry this post doesn't have a picture and thanks for reading any way! I'm slacking on the whole "being a good blogger and having an intriguing picture to go along with it."


Be sure to use the right form of their, there, and they're. After all, you've had your grammar lesson for the day!

Confessions from an Urgent Care Waiting Room

I've been doing a lot of people watching lately. At the ball park, and now at the urgent care. When you sit back, other people's life drama unfolds. It's actually very entertaining.

The first people we encountered, (yes we, I made my mom come with me to the urgent care on Mother's Day), was this couple coming back from just having seen the doctor. (Is that proper grammar? Oh well) They were kind of loud and not shy about the reason they were there. Why would they be, it was hilarious. Anyways, the man was limping and the wife did not feel an ounce of sympathy for her poor husband.

Want to know why? I did too.

He fell down the stairs in the middle of the night while sneaking to get a moon pie. Yep. Just picture that in your head. He was sneaking around in the middle of the night, likely because his wife told him to lay off the sweets and what does he do? Break his foot. Typical. His wife found out about his sweets addiction anyway.

So that gave us a good laugh.

The next couple comes in with their precious little baby. But it turns out, it's not the baby that's sick or that's really being the baby here. The husband, apparently, was having horrible earaches, so much so, that it made him dizzy and he kept running into things and falling over. Sounds pretty bad to me, but I'm no doctor.

After filling out all of the new patient paperwork (which is like pages on pages on pages), he decides that he is magically feeling better and doesn't need to see the doctor. Thus, starting a fight with his wife, who was only trying to point out that he should see the doctor NOW while they were there and it was only bound to get worse and then he'd have to take off of work.

Makes sense. Duh.

So then he had to awkwardly go up to the counter and explain that he was magically feeling better to the nurse. Acca-awkward.

There was another couple in there randomly talking about bleaching their teeth, like with real bleach. So that was weird.

And after that we finally got called back to see the doctor.

People watching is probably my new favorite thing to do, I mean people, in general, are just so interesting and different. You should try it sometime, because I said so!

Happy Mother's Day

Happy Mother's Day!

Two hours of MY mom's special day was spent with me in the waiting room of an urgent care. Basically I take a pill for one thing and get a chemical burn/infection in my throat thus causing another problem. So that's always fun.

It was really painful to just function. But my mom is so great and came with me to the urgent care...you know just in case I was dying and they had to operate. I'm so over dramatic.

It wasn't the way she wanted to spend her Mother's Day I'm sure, but I'm glad she'll still kiss my boo boos and take care of me when I'm sick even though I'm 22 years old. On the plus side, she did reach a new high score in 2048, hear some pretty funny stories in the waiting room. AND she got to spend time with her favorite daughter duh..so not a complete waste.

Thanks for everything mom, you're the best and I hope you enjoyed your day--because I said so and because you deserve it!

The 5 People You'll Meet at a Beer Cart

The catering company I work for also does the concessions at a local baseball stadium. I usually work the beer cart at least once a week--because who doesn't like extra money?

Sidenote: people can be so rude. You graduated college? Why do you work at a beer cart? Like it's sad or something. I just do it for the extra cash AFTER my 9-5 not in place of. K? K.

Now that we have that settled, here are the five people you'll meet at a beer cart. 

1. The silent ones that point. Hi sir, what can I get you? *points in a vague direction towards beer* Oh you want that one or wait that one? Could you be more specific in the direction you are pointing? Or at least SPEAK to me? Use your words sir. Ok have a nice day, I guess.

2. The douchebag. Sorry, but we all know "that guy." The overly cocky guy that tries to flirt (but in a gross, evenifiweresingle I'd never go out with you type of way and says things like "beer me" or "I'll have another." Uh ok what specific beer would you like? I see hundreds of people, I don't remember you're specific order. You aren't THAT special. And beer me? Really??

3. The over friendly/slightly stalker-ish guy. This guy literally wants to stand and talk to you alllll night. Where'd you go to school? Why are you working at a beer cart? Peanuts or seeds? Where did you get your braces? What beer should I get? Slow down dude. What is this speed dating?! Borderline stalker. Please leave. 

4. The alcoholic. Ok, so they may not be an alcoholic, but no sir, I can't get you 5 Bud Lights, 4 Coors Lights and 2 Millers. I'm only allowed to sell you two at a time. And how in the world would you carry that? Oh you're back again? Still can't give you 11 beers at the same time. Sorry. 

5. The underage. No kid you're ten, I will not sell you a beer. Nice try though.


People are very "interesting"? I guess that's the word to use. You really learn SO much about people by people watching. Makes all the strange people I meet almost worth it.

Absolutely No Butt Bows

Disclaimer: The list is not intended to offend anyone and was in all honestly probably thought up while tipsy. 

Countless bridal shows (hello TLC Bride-day Friday), Pinterest "Dream Wedding" Boards, being a bridesmaid and a guest at lots of weddings, watching wedding highlight videos, and working in the wedding industry--how can I not have my wedding mostly planned out? I basically know what I want to some extent and I for sure know what I DON'T WANT.

------------------------------------------------------------------------- The first and most critical item on the list: Alcohol for sure. Ok, I'm not an alcoholic or anything so no need to judge. It's just way more fun this way and after all this is the biggest party you'll throw in your lifetime--usually, unless you're like an A-list celebrity or super rich. You have to think of your guests on this one so do it for the good of the people and don't forget the mimosas. This one is a personal one for me: I will NOT get my dress from David's Bridal. Not that there's anything wrong with David's Bridal, I'm sure they have fab dresses--I just have dreams of getting mine from Kleinfeld's or a similar boutique. No ugly dresses/shoes for the bridesmaids. I will try try try to keep my bridesmaid's best interests at heart when shopping for a dress and shoes. I won't make them match in some hideous taffeta monstrosity and make them buy horrible shoes to match. I've seen some tragic bridesmaids dresses and yikes--hello 27 dresses! I actually kind of like the mismatched look--different lengths and dress styles, but all in the same color family. We'll see.  Dancing/music is a must. Duh. What else are you going to do? Absolutely, under no circumstance are there to be butt bows on any of the dresses. The bride or the bridesmaids. It's just not cute--and it's not the 80s anymore. SAY NO TO THE BUTT BOWS! Do NOT play the song "Stroke It"-- I was appalled when I heard this at a wedding. Like I'm sorry, you're going to be with a huge mix of people including your parents and grandparents. I do not want to be in the same room with them when this song plays, much less watch people dance to it. Gross. Same thing with the Wobble. Some people get way to into it and I don't wan to see you dry humping the air at my wedding. It's not cute sweetie and everyone knows what you are trying to do. K? Do not be THAT bridesmaid. We've all heard of Bridezilla, but I'm here to tell you that the Bridesmaid from HELL can be 10x worse. Don't be that girl ladies. --------------------------------------------------------- I'm sure this list of do NOT's will grow as I witness more and more weddings (always a bridesmaid/wedding goer, never a bride *sigh*), but I wanted to include some things I for sure want to do. Monogrammed shirts for the bridesmaids to get ready in. Everything is better with a monogram of course.

Mimosas while getting ready. I'll probably need that AND a chill pill. Ashley, you have this one covered right? Pretty passed food. Hello, I work for a caterer. Foods to have and not to have is a whole other list and can of worms that I am not going to attempt to open right now! But for now, holy meatballs...they are so yummy.

What are your must's and must not's?

Ten Favorites of Traveling

I love linking up with Brianna for my Ten Favorite Things about well, really anything and everything every month.  This month it's My Ten Favorite Things about Traveling! 

1. Seeing new Sights. It's nice to get out of my own comfortable little bubble every once in awhile and be forced to navigate a new, strange place. Even if just to a new city in your own state.

Covered Bridges in Pittsburgh, PA

2. Not having work. Usually when you travel, it's for a vacation. Which means an escape from the everyday "norm." Which means no work. And if it's not for vacation, it's still out of the norm--and you're still getting a break from work. #heckyes 3. Road Trips.  This is kind of a favorite and kind of a not favorite. For two years now, me and the boyfriend have taken a 17 hour (one way) road trip to Pittsburgh to see the Steelers play. While I like road trips with him, that long of a road trip is tiring and gets old--with limited stops if you know what I mean (How come boys can hold "it" longer than girls? Not fair.) That long with the family and I'd probably go crazy. So I guess this should read "Road Trips if less than 8 hours". 

Lookout Mountain, Chattanooga, TN

4. It's a Vacation. See #2. You don't have work. You can relax. You can have fun and let loose. 5. Hotels. I like love staying in hotels. The hotel sample soaps--I collect them for my dad who has a weird collection of them. We literally wouldn't have to buy soap or shampoo/conditioner for months thanks to his stash. Weird I know. Also racking up the hotel points and saving up for a free night is a plus. 6. Sightseeing. Exploring the the ins and outs of a whole new city and playing tourist is just plain cool. I love learning about the culture and history of the different places I visit!

Playing tourist in NOLA, Race and Religious

7. Adventure. Whether it's getting lost, having an impromptu snowball fight on the side of the road, or getting lost (can you tell I get lost a lot), it's all an adventure and you never know where/what you'll end up seeing/doing! 8. Local Treasures. Those not-so touristy things you inevitably find to do that makes the experience that much more special. 9. Being a Tourist. Like who cares if people are looking at you funny or annoyed with you for standing in the street trying to get the perfect picture? You'll never see them again so live it up. 10. Quality Time. Getting to spend every waking hour with the same person/group of people can get old, but always looking back it's worth it. So many new memories are made! Yay for link ups! Link up your favorite things about traveling--because I said so!  

Good Friday

This morning, I woke up mad that it wasn't Saturday yet. I didn't want to do anything but sleep. I mean it was one of THOSE mornings. Who's with me?

But after a trip to Starbucks (which makes most everything better) the whole day was turned around--largely because of how much caffeine I took in. All I needed was a venti coffee with an extra shot of espresso and I was/am good to go. Still riding that caffeine high at 6pm.

Little bit jittery, fully motivated.

Besides working all day, it's been a super busy, yet productive Friday in other aspects of my life. I finally said to myself, "just do it" for the things I've been putting on hold over and over again. Putting certain things in motion has made me super optimistic about the blog (sponsorships are coming people, GET EXCITED) and my financial future--not to sound like a nerd/dork.

Plus, having a good mail day two days in a row makes everything even better!

{here's where I brag about all of the goodies I got in the mail}

Yesterday I got a graduation announcement for one of my best friends (Hi Rebecca--wouldn't miss it for the world!), my Louisiana print from Fine Print Calligraphy, and a canvas from All Things Pretty! Today I got a monogrammed Tshirt from Meredith! I don't know if it's the caffeine talking, but I'm so excited. This is the most mail I've gotten since I moved into my apartment.

I was definitely able to turn my day around! So here's to a good Friday and even better weekend.  Ta for now--have a great weekend, because I said so!

Allison gets a Library Card

A few days ago I was finally able to get a library card! I know I know, NERD ALERT. But it's been on my list of things to do, I just never made the time. (I wish I would've sooner--I could have saved some money!) Crossing that off of my future goals list!

Getting a library card is probably the easiest process ever and its completely FREE! Yep, that's right. Free to sign up and free to get books AND movies. It's like a Blockbuster (you know, if Blockbuster were still alive) in my library! Why have I been spending money on books at the bookstore and movies at Redbox and Walmart? I'm just sorry I didn't utilize this free community resource sooner!

So you want to get a library card too? Great!

All you have to do is:
1. go to your local library
2. have an I.D. ready
3. they'll sign you up!

So easy right? I kept waiting for something to go wrong or them deny me a card (I'm sorry I didn't return that one book 10 years ago on time)--how crazy is that; they clearly didn't deny me a card. But really, it's such a simply process.
Side Note: You DO have to be a resident of the county/parish library you are trying to sign up for. My driver's license address doesn't match my current address so I had to bring in another form of identification (i.e a bill). But still, not at all complicated.

I'm a little bit of what you'd call a nerd. I could spend all day perusing the shelves for good books to read. Just being around hundreds of books makes me feel calm. The smell of old books, using the search computers and searching to find that perfect book: the perfect way to spend an afternoon. My past trip, I checked out three books. Only three? Yep, but I'll be back! They give you a month to return the things you check out. I think I can definitely read THREE books in a month. Fingers crossed anyway.

This week's reading list: The Vogue Factor, The Seven Year Bitch (yes, I checked out a book with bitch in the title--scandalous),and Girls in White Dresses. Being a self proclaimed "book nerd" you'd think I wouldn't judge a book by it's cover. But 99.9% of the time I do. If it's cute and girly looking, I'm probably going to read it. Or, if it has a cute-sy title--I'll read it. If it's dark and ugly and mean looking, I'm probably definitely NOT going to read it. Call me superficial, but when it comes to reading, I judge and judge hard. 

Don't you want to go get a library card now? I think everyone should have one--because I said so!