* Pretty Little Endeavors

Dear Sleep, I skipped out on you Wednesday night in order to work the morning shift. I must be getting old because I really needed you. Dear Doctor's appointment, You were today and you actually went very well! You made me so grateful for the doctor that I have. She gave me lots of relationship advice and an amazing pep talk. Dear Ex dudes, Most of the time I will not be your friend. Last night was just a reminder of why I cut all ties after a break-up. This conversation below was from a dude I've been friends with for 6 years and dated on and off the first 3 years I knew him. I woke up with 8 missed calls and these text messages below.. Ah, yes.. Not being a booty call is why I'm single. Dear Old pictures, I found so many cds filled with you. Most of them are embarrassing. It's funny how much changes.  Dear Flashback Friday, I see people using your name to post old photos and if you read my last letter you'll know that I have a few tha...

This summer has been the most emotional one I've ever experienced. It has been one life lesson after another. It was hard to deal with everything because there were so many times that I felt so overwhelmed with everything. Everything seemed to happen all at once. I've been driving myself crazy waiting for the results that would forever change my future. While waiting, I started driving myself crazy. Is this what I want? What if this doesn't work out? Is my heart really in it? Where do I go from here? For the past year or two I knew exactly what I wanted for my future. I had a plan. I say had because it's no longer possible to follow any of that plan (No, I'm not talking about a relationship). I'm okay with it. I'm actually starting to realize that maybe this is how my life is suppose to be. Everything happens for a reason, right? I'm excited for this new chapter in my life. I don't know specifically where I will go from here, but I feel conf...

Friday Honestly I didn't do anything on Friday. I made some more bracelets to sell and pretty much just relaxed. Saturday I woke up at 730am. I barely slept Friday night so it was rough. I rushed to get ready and had to be to work at 9am to work a 12 hour shift. It was a long day. We had our Octoberfest event so pretty much all I did was sit outside and pour beer.  It was cold and windy and once 8:30pm rolled around I was so ready to get out of there. Sunday I had to wake up around 930 so I could leave by 12 to make it to my little cousin's football game at 1. It was a lot of fun to watch my little cousin Jack play and my other little cousin Samantha cheer. He played great! Even though they lost, it was a close game against the best team in their league. It shocked me at the size difference between his team and the other team. They're all in 3rd and 4th grade, but the other team looked like they were in 7th and 8th grade. I enjoyed listening to all the f...

I've seen many bloggers writing about today's Blogtember prompt, "React to the term: Comfort." I haven't done any of the prompts, but I felt like I couldn't pass this one up. Maybe because my mood isn't the best and I really had a reaction to this term. I read through many different posts of people talking about all these wonderful things that make them feel comfortable. When I think about the term comfort, I feel many different emotions. Blame it on this time in my life. The absolute first thing I can remember is two different times during my past relationship where people brought up me being comfortable. The first time was in April. Things were really bad in my relationship, I had gone on a party bus to opening day on a Friday and woke up Saturday to drive 3 hours to stay with my best friend. That Saturday night after we went to the bar, played too many rounds of beer pong and whatever else my best friend decided she needed to go to bed because she ...

I confess... Classes start on the 30th and I'm actually kind of looking forward to getting back. Someone please remind me that I said this when I'm crying about how stressed out I am. I'm embarrassed about the amount of times I have listened to the song Roar. So glad Spotify doesn't keep track. I'm making a doctor's appointment tomorrow. Not because my doctor is forcing me, well that's part of the reason. It's mostly because of my knee. I mentioned before that for a month my knee has been numb. It doesn't feel asleep, just when I touch it it I can't feel that I'm touching it. The other night I was in the middle of rolling over in bed (I sleep crazy) and instantly woke up because my knee hurt so bad. It's still numb, it's not hurting, but at the same time it's bothering me. Before I got certified in Phlebotomy I was terrified of needles. Like cry my eyes out and have a panic attack terrified. I should of never told anyone a...

I was planning a post for today, but while writing it I was getting major writer's block. I decided to hold off on that post and bring up something that really annoyed me last week. I posted a picture on Instagram of my McDonalds breakfast and made the comment that I'm going back to the gym ASAP. I received an e-mail from some girl I don't know. She explained to me that the gym isn't going to make a difference unless I change my eating habits and that I'm never going to see weight loss results unless I make a lifestyle change. She also informed me that simply talking about going back to the gym isn't going to do anything. She ended the e-mail by telling me she's willing to give me advice and tips if I was actually serious. Maybe I read it wrong, but it came off so rude. First of all, I don't think I'm fat at all. Sometimes when I post a picture of unhealthy food or a lot of food I stupidly joke and say I'm being a fatty or something along tho...

I have been Instagram slacking, so I'm going back a little further than just this week. Went to Royal Oak a few weekends ago for Arts, Beats & Eats. The photos to the left are on a rooftop bar. The right was obviously my outfit. I won TWO fish! I was so excited even though I such at keeping fish alive. These were my fish. I was were because the next day they died. Oops. Patio sitting while it was still nice out. Cigar bar in Downtown Plymouth. The top left and bottom right were from Wednesday. Then I realized how ridiculous I look in pictures when I go out.  My babies are a little on the strange side. I get the most obnoxious notes on my credit card slips at work. YUM! Can't wait to have Jack & Cider tonight!  Enjoy your Saturday!!!!!

Dear Life, You never fail to amaze me at your constant ups and downs. However, right now you're working out in my favor more than ever. I still have so much to figure out, but I'm very motivated and feeling so positive. Dear Fall, WAH! I woke up today and it was 59 degrees. Yes, I'm excited about going to the cider mill and for hockey season.. but I hate being cold and 59 degrees is FREEZING to me. Dear Dan Cleary, As your biggest fan (you even said so yourself) I was so upset when I found out you were deciding between two teams and one of them wasn't the Red Wings. Then when I found out you were going to move on to the Flyers I was a little bitter. However, yesterday I woke up to at least 10 texts telling me you signed for another year with Detroit! YAY! Welcome back my man. Dear Katy Perry, I am not usually a fan of yours... however, I am OBSESSED with Roar. I needed this song months ago.  Dear Happiness, Welcome back. Feels good to have so much of...

In this little blog of mine we've gotten pretty damn real lately. I've been really honest. It's not stopping there. No, there's no news about the ex. He's still the last little boy I'd ever want to be with even if he was the last dude on earth. Not sorry, just honest. So I guess the news is, he stooped to another level and made me think even less of him. No, I didn't know that was possible. I think maybe he's finally out of my life. FOR GOOD. I mentioned another guy I was seeing. I mentioned him explaining to me that it was no longer fair to his girlfriend. Yes, GIRLFRIEND. Another women. Not fair to her? Not fair to me. Screw it. Technically he didn't have a girlfriend the entire time we dated. He went on vacation with a friend (this chick) and came home with a girlfriend that was not me. Saturday night almost around 2am I receive a text from my boss, "Staff meeting 10am." I responded back with a sweet, "NO." About 5 co-worke...

Dear Having a beer solo, You're something I won't get used to. I did some shopping and decided to stop in Bar Louie and have a Raging Bitch IPA on draft... Dear Dude I was talking to,  I'm very glad that while you were away for the weekend you found a girlfriend. I'm glad you felt that it wasn't fair to her that you were seeing me. I'm also glad that one of your best friends filled me in on all the details. You said to them that I was very "kind" in my response (which was "No problem. Best of luck.") I was actually speechless. Apparently being 10 years older than me doesn't make you anymore of a man. Dear Glass, Listen we've had a really bad relationship once before. I'm terrified of you.. So last night while at work when I was stabbed with you once again, I was freaked out that I'd find myself back in the emergency room. Which is terrifying after the first time when I had stitches done over an hour after the n...

As a blogger, I should carefully think out posts. I should learn to edit things so they sound just right. However, I'm not a blogger. I'm just a chick with a blog. I don't want people to read my posts and feel like I live this glamorous life and I'm always happy. If I can have a few too many beers or get really angry and just write a post that people can relate to because it's real emotion, then my job as a "blogger" is done.  I found that a lot of people want to know about things in my past relationship, but they don't know how to ask. They don't know if they should bring it up or just hint around to see if I'll open up. Yes, I was very nice on my blog about the dude.  I tried so hard to word everything so I wouldn't have to deal with him bugging me while I'm on a date, watching a movie at my dude friend's house, while I'm trying to sleep or while I'm breathing. That clearly didn't happen. Let's be honest, it do...