* Pretty Little Endeavors

Someday I will... ...be the blogger that I want to be. I completely hit a roadblock, which I've been meaning to discuss. I'm working my way around it. Slowly. ...own a red Dodge Ram. The Red Wings edition. ...be a workout-a-holic. I need more time and some more motivation. I want to get in the best shape ever. Skinny works, but being extremely fit would amazing. ...have my Masters and make the decision to go for a PhD.  ...start reading again. The only books I ever seem to read are textbooks for class. ...move to Nashville.  ...travel to every single place I've ever wanted to go.  ...enjoy sleeping and get on a more normal sleep schedule.  ...have a wonderful husband to help my children carve pumpkins. I just free-handed the Lion's logo... I'm too much of a perfectionist to carve pumpkins. Fireball shot was needed. ...be a wife and a mommy to children (Yes, as in more than just one). Yikes. ...stop being so hard on myself and start giving mysel

I've said it before, my blog reveals more about my life than what I tell people in real life. 99% of people I know in real life don't know that I blog. Can someone tell me why the hell people in real life constantly talk about my personal business?! If it wasn't for my dude friend I wouldn't know exactly how obsessed people are with what I'm doing. He's told me many conversations he's had with people who want to know what's going on with us.  There are very few people who I tell what's actually going on in my life. Most of them I've met through blogging. I just don't understand why certain people want to know what I'm doing in my life just so they can turn around and gossip about it.  I'm 21 years old. I'm single. Yes, I'm obviously going to go out with friends, go on dates and whatever else I want to do. Just because I go out with a guy doesn't mean anything more than I went out with a guy. It frustrates

I wish that there was a time when my mind was completely clear. My mind is a hard worker. Which sometimes that's great. Other times I wish it would just take a vacation. I know that there are a million rules to blogging and don't worry.. I am well aware that I break 99.9% of them. If I was blogging to be a big shot blogger, I'd follow rules. I'd write posts that are funny and full of entertainment. I'm a chick with a blog not a blogger. My blog sucks most of the time, but it helps me clear my head. So if you're looking for a great quality blog post, this one is not it. It's simply just a vent post about some of the things on my mind. I'm exhausted, but I know I won't be able to fall asleep. Story of my life. Wednesday night I have class 6pm-10pm, I had to park by the railroad tracks which was fine until 10pm rolls around, it's dark and of course my truck is so far and all alone. I'm wearing boots that have a heel and I realized I had to b

Friday evening I had class and then decided to stay home, relax and study for a test. I didn't get to bed until almost 4am, which sucked because I had to wake up at 7am and leave by 8am. I woke up around 7:40am rushed to get ready and luckily my Mustang got me to class on time. Saturday night I went out on a date. One I actually enjoyed. The guy I went out with a few times when I was first single kind of ruined the whole dating thing for me. You'd think the guy I dated for 3 years would of ruined all that. Whatever, I finally went on an official date with my Sunday Funday drinking partner. It was so perfect... until I grabbed my water, it hit my beer glass and shattered glass everywhere. I was so embarrassed. I even went into the bathroom and cried. Pathetic? Yes. I pulled myself together, kept drinking water and we left shortly after.  He called me out on it. He told me he could tell I'm the kind of person to hide my feelings and he wanted to know why I was so up

Dear Stress, I realized that I'm getting better at dealing with you. It's almost as if I'm too stressed to be stressed. Dear Gym, I have returned to you and you kicked my ass! Dear Tatted up trainer, When you approached me and told me that you were watching me while with your client it was no surprise because I clearly noticed. Then you had to add that I look "shy with the machines." Uhh well I noticed that your triceps tattoo matches your calf tattoo.. so thanks. Dear Gym & Class, Feel free to consume all of my time. I enjoy having an excuse to dress comfy! Dear Mustang, You're very helpful when I'm running late for class. However, since you're bright red I have to watch my speed especially since going 80 feels like I'm only going 25. Dear Truck, I hope you're fixed soon. You made my drive home from school Wednesday night at 10pm very scary! I could tell your brand new battery was dying and I was so terrified that it wo

When I started this blog, I was the annoying girl in a too long relationship that talked way too much about the dude. I'm an awesome girlfriend. I'm awesome at buying gifts, making surprises and doing way too much. Now, I wish I could be that awesome single chick who could share dating stories, tips and advice. Guess who sucks at dating? ME. My dude friends don't want to be "friend zoned" anymore.   What happened to me being one of the guys? All of a sudden every time I want to watch a movie or go somewhere with a dude friend, it's a date. I know all the games too well.   It's almost funny to me when a dude thinks that he's going to get away with something. You left your phone at home while you went to your parents house and then forgot about it once you got back to your house... until 2am and now you're mad that hours ago I told you not to text me at 2am.  Sweet talking will not ever flatter me. There is a difference between a nic

Usually I spend my Sundays at the bar with a bunch of people drinking beer and watching my Lions play. However, Sunday I woke up feeling like a bus hit me, then backed up and ran over me again. My boss and a co-worker begged me to pick up a shift since the one girl was sick and I was the last resort since no one else could pick up the shift. So I'm pretty sure I'm on the shit list for not being able to work, oh well. I decided to stay on the couch and watch the game while chugging Emergen-C. I ended up sleeping through most of the game and waking up to a bunch of texts from people asking where I was and why I was skipping out on my usual Sunday Funday activities. I forced myself to get up and get myself a slurpee because I was craving one for a month. I had to get the biggest size, even though I ended up drinking 1/4 of it. Luckily I was able to go out after class on Saturday. I went to the Cider Mill, did some wine tasting and bought a few bottles. T

3am, Oh hello! We meet again as I'm just getting home from work. However, tonight I don't mind you after such a great night. Wait, did I just say work and great night? Yup. Detroit Tigers, HELLO ALCS!!!! As much as I would of loved to be drinking with everyone tonight, it was so exciting to watch everyone go crazy when we won! BLESS YOU BOYS! Dear Bells Brewery, I love Michigan craft beer. My first legal beer was Bells Two Hearted IPA. However, I'm currently obsessed with the Bell's Cherry Stout. I will probably be the one to finish that keg at work. Dear MaxNoSleeves, You are hilarious and you are so wonderful to look at.  However, I've known a guy who is your look-alike... but even better looking. That's possible? Crazy. He gorgeous.. and such a fabulous guy to talk to. And tonight I realized he's a pretty great dude to share a beer with. If only we weren't equally shy.  Dear Sunday Funday, I get that you're technically my

I feel like this quote really hits home. Lately, my blog has been filled with rants and rambles. I've discussed many personal issues and struggles. Trust me, I want to post more entertaining posts. However, lately all I can do is come up with great ideas for a blog post, start typing, hit a road block and save it as a draft. I have so many drafts. I want to finish them, I just can't seem to right now. I've mentioned many times that I don't want to be the typical "big shot" blogger. However, it is sometimes hard to feel motivated to blog when all I read are blogs about how close to perfect every blogger is. I guess that's my issue with blogging while actually dealing with life. I read posts from bloggers who will write a long post and then say something along the lines, "I sincerely apologize if this post came off too honest or personal, I did have a glass of wine prior to typing every single word."  If you've been reading my po

I absolutely did not want that last post to be the first post everyone saw when they visited my blog this past week. I'm getting back into the swing of things with school, work and life. I started working on posts and honestly haven't had much motivation to finish them. I took Sunday funday way too far and had to work Monday morning. So instead of a weekend recap, I'll just give you a life lately post. School I completed my first week of classes in my new program. I'm taking Cognitive Behavior Therapy, Sociology and the intro class for my program. I love them. However, they're each 4 very intense hours. All of my classes have crazy discussions. It makes them entertaining and so interesting. Sometimes the discussions make me realize how wonderful my life is. It also makes me realize how this path is so right for me. I listen to so many people in my classes talk about their personal life and their views and even though I completely disagree with what they're sa

I can not believe it's already Wednesday. My first class is tonight. The days go by way too fast when I'm in school. The past few days have been so eventful and pretty wonderful. I'm not sure how much I want to share right now just because I don't know who I know (or used to know) in real life that reads my blog. I know that recently my blog probably hasn't been everyone's cup of tea. However, with every emotional and honest post I receive comments and e-mails from people who tell me that they don't always comment, but they can relate or that they needed to hear something I said. I will not be the most entertaining blogger and maybe there are posts that people don't care to read, but I didn't start blogging to be that kind of blogger. I started blogging so I could just write and maybe other people could relate to my life the way it is. Lately I've noticed that people I know in real life have been asking me questions about my break-up with the