Two-for-Tuesday

I know, I know. When you see the pictures, if you know me, you will wonder who I am? Am I the same Shelby you talked to last week? I, myself, am a little surprised that this is my third food post/recipe, but I suppose I am working on my domesticity and becoming a little less Shelby/a little more Suzy Homemaker before June. (You're welcome, Andrew.) So without rambling further, the first is a recipe that I found off of Pinterest two weeks ago, and the second is the chicken that I made tonight.

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These, my friends, are SKINNY Strawberry and Chocolate Chip Muffins. Although I do think these would have been better in "fat" form with the oil/butter that the true recipe called for, the skinny version, while slightly bland, is really not too terrible. It was a pleasant surprise. I mean, how can any woman complain with the words chocolate, strawberry, and skinny all in the same idea/sentence? This girl is not complaining a bit. Just another tidbit- I actually think they tasted better the day after I made them.

If you click here, you will find Sally's blog where the link from Pinterest took me and where I found the recipe/directions. Browse around on her site, (I just went back to get the link and saw cake batter chocolate chip cookies) I am sure you will find tons of good ideas!

I have tried to be healthier this year, so tonight I wanted to make dinner but wanted to keep it healthy. More than that, most recipes I found had a laundry list of ingredients that I did not want to ferociously hunt down in the grocery store. Therefore, I literally typed "5-ingredient recipes" into my search which led me to this find.

This is the actual chicken that I MADE. I think it looks pretty good if you'll allow me to toot my domestically-challenged horn for a minute. This recipe, which is actually a Weight Watchers recipe (I have no idea how the program/point system works so not sure if this is really a good one), only has four ingredients. To me, that is beautiful.

For this you need 16oz of chicken breasts, a 1.25oz packet of taco seasoning, 1cup salsa, and 1/4cup fat free sour cream.

Preheat your oven to 375 degrees. The directions said to use a sealed bag to shake the chicken in the taco seasoning, but I did not have the right-sized bag so I used a bowl to dip the chicken in the seasoning. Then you lay the breasts in your casserole dish/pan. You bake the chicken for 30 minutes. Five minutes before the chicken is done, you add the salsa on top of it. Add the sour cream before serving. That's it! So simple.

(I do recommend not using the entire seasoning though. My chicken were rather spicy!)

Happy eating and Happy Tuesday!!

Thirsty Thursday

I apologize for my week-long absence. It has been rather busy the past week- moving back to Oxford, beginning my first last semester at Ole Miss, and trying to adjust to the gruesome 8:00am classes. (Have I mentioned I am not a morning person?) So, I thought it would be fun to have a Thirsty Thursday. Thanks to Pinterest and my latest compulsive purchase at Target, I was able to make this heavenly concoction yesterday. and I liked it so much that, naturally, I made it again today.

This, my friends, on the left would be my new, adorable single serve blender that I stumbled upon at Target  for $15. (The best part about it is that the blending cup is a portable cup that you can take right off the blender and drink from.) On the right is the recipe (courtesy of Pinterest- you are redeeming yourself from my previous post) for the wonderful concoction nesteed inside of the blender. It is a SKINNY Peanut Butter & Banana Smoothie. The even bigger hooray of this smoothie is that it has four ingredients- FOUR. When I began to look at smoothie recipes, many had so many ingredients, and quite frankly ingredients that I had no desire to taste (spinach, no thank you!). All you need to make this smoothie is:

1. 1 cup of skim milk (This is what I used, but any milk would work obviously)
2. 1 tbsp of Peanut Butter (Reduced Fat is recommended in the "Skinny" recipe)
3. 1 banana, sliced
4. 1/2 cup of ice

You add the four into the blender and blend until smooth. That's it! 
 
If you are as much as a Peanut Butter/Banana lover as I am, then you are sure to love this and its easy making!

Happy (almost) weekend, friends!!

Tuesday Topics: 8 TV Shows

I stumbled across a link-up/cute Tuesday theme for the blog and couldn't help but hitch myself to the bandwagon. In typical fashion, my acquaintance with the wagon was a little late, but as it has been said before, "better late than never", right? Right. So, before I give you my eight shows. Here's a rundown of Tuesday Topics.

Now without further ado, let's get to the shows. These are in no particular order except for #1 which will always hold a very biased place in my heart. 
 

 8. Homeland

So, I guess I owe fiance credit for this one considering the only time I get to watch it is when I am in Houston! He, fortunately, has this channel; I, unfortunately, at school do not. However, absence makes the heart grow fonder, so when I do get to watch these episodes, I love it. Even when I don't, Andrew has to give me the play-by-play of the episodes. I mean, did they, or did they not both just win Golden Globes?
7. Modern Family

 

I often try to pick a favorite character on this show, and it is just about impossible. From Gloria's voice alone to Phil's complete obliviousness/gooby arrogance, they all make Wednesday nights much more entertaining.
6. The Bachelor

I don't know if I would feel like the dramatic female that I am if I did not list this show. Given, I did boycott it for a good few seasons after Jason Mesnick dumped Melissa on national TV and then chose Molly/that whole Courtney season I happily neglected, but this is too much of a hormonally-raging bad train wreck that you simply can't take your eyes off of. It is also a reminder that no matter how crazy I think I can be at times, that my life is fairly normal compared to some of the women that grace this show with their emotionally-unstable presences.
5. Criminal Minds
 

This has been a new addition to my shows lately as I have been home for the Christmas break. My aunt watches it which led me to watch it, and now I love it. I actually think it's a love/hate relationship because I blame my lack of sleep some nights on this show due to my analysis of every noise and creak I hear.
4. Law and Order: SVU
 

I still remember my older sister coming home from college and buying this series on DVD. I instantly loved it. I mean how could you not with Stabler as one of the main characters? Ice-T, you are much better as an agent. Coco is not your best role.
3. Gossip Girl

Being locked out of my dorm room one night my freshman year of college led me to a friend's room where this series was playing, and it was love-at-first-Chuck-Bass-and-Blair-saga sight. 
2. One Tree Hill

As I mentioned earlier, I am late to get on the bandwagon with things, this being one of them. I had always heard of this show in high school, but it wasn't until fiance got a Netflix account that I was diagnosed with quite an unhealthy obsession with this show. Embarrassing to say, I watched all nine seasons in less than a year and shed quite a few tears along the way.

1. Boy Meets World
 

 As much as I love the previous seven shows, I just don't know if they can possibly hold a candle to Fa-fa-Feeny, Cory, Topanga, Eric, Sean, and the rest of the crew.

What are your favorite shows? Happy Tuesday!!

Mishap Monday: Mississippi Manners

I have decided to bring a theme to the Monday posts, which we are going to call....

.....Mishap Monday

and we are using this cute little guy as the theme picture (courtesy of #whatshouldwecallme) because let's face it, Mondays can have this effect on us, and the mishaps, that seem to only find me in the most awkward and unbelievable of ways, make me want to morph into the turtle guy above and hide beneath the bowl. So, let's get started, shall we?

 What is this you may ask? A shopping bag? Why yes, yes it is.

But this is not your ordinary paper bag. This bag belongs to a rather cute boutique (you should check out their Facebook page- look at that viral marketing in the midst of my mishap.)

But that is not its unique characteristic that I am referring to. This bag alone caused 

complete and utter 

public humiliation.

Dear Shopping Bag,

      I do not think you understand what grave humiliation you put me through last Monday. I had just finished eating a grand lunch with one of my close friends and had climbed into my car when I noticed your "absence." You instantly sent me into a state of befuddlement because I just knew that I had carefully placed you in the floorboard before I left my house that morning so that I could return a shirt you loyally carried to the store after lunch. Being the slight dramatic that I am, naturally I called my mother in a panic, insisting that someone had broken into the car (which was completely intact, with absolutely no sign of disturbance) and stolen you from me. In the midst of this phone call, I noticed a man in a truck behind me waiting for my parking spot. Trying to be attentive to him but still frantically trying to locate you, I pulled my car back into the spot so he would understand I wasn't leaving. I even turned around, pointed to the phone, showed him my keys, and shook my head that I was not leaving.  I thought I had relayed the message to the  man behind me and had safely parked the car, so I returned to the phone call with my mother and kept searching the car for you. I failed miserably with both of these attempts. As I began to look for the bag again, I realized that the car, indeed, was not in park as it continued to roll towards the car in front of me. Once again, naturally, I went into the second panic attack on the phone with my mother that my car was rolling forwards, and I had no idea why. I then looked down to see that I had not placed the car completely in park. After securing this, I turned to see that the man was still waiting behind me after I had tried to communicate multiple times that I was not leaving. Keep in mind, although my writing makes this seem to span across an exasperating amount of time, this chaos all occurred within approximately two minutes. Noticing the man behind me, I hung up with my mother, and began to get out of the car to tell him I was not leaving and had to go back in the restaurant to see if I took you, the bag, inside. 

Before I could even put one toe completely on the ground, the aforementioned man in his truck, began to scream at me in the middle of this public restaurant parking lot. He, in a completely disrespectful and inappropriate/barbaric manner, yelled at me, asking if I was leaving or not. I, in utter shock that a middle-aged man was publicly screaming at a twenty-year-old girl, tried to calmly explain to him that I had tried to tell him multiple times I was not leaving and was having to go into the restaurant because I misplaced a bag. Well, the man in truck made it completely, crystal-clear he had no concern over my lost item as he continued to scream at me about the whole line of cars that were waiting on me. As he continued to have his Mr.Hyde display, I turned my head to the side and took in the nonexistent line of cars (his being the only one) and other available parking spots in the lot. I turned back and tried to smile despite his continued barking as he pulled away. Might I add, his wife sat silently the whole time in the seat beside him, and let her husband scream at a young girl in a public parking lot. After this display of humiliation, Bag, I returned home after still not finding you. Do you want to know where you were, Bag? You were....

....on the kitchen counter.

Where I left you that morning when I had to switch keys to take my dad's car instead of mine.

I suppose I should apologize for how tightly I clenched you into my hands and the utmost negative thoughts I sent your way when I found your hiding spot.

To offer an olive branch for the guerrilla warfare you caused earlier, when I finally returned you to your store after an hour delay and a Jerry Springer display under my belt, I pulled up to the store to see a 50% off sale sign in the window. I may have cracked a smile at you, a little bit. Although with great relief, I returned you to your proper place, I do commend you. You put up a rather large fight, so kudos to you, paper bag.

As for the man in the truck, I hope that you find your Mississippi manners sometime soon. Either way, thank you for your contribution to this blog post.

To the rest of you, I hope your Monday ran smoothly, and if not, learn to laugh and simply write it off as a Mishap Monday!

That's the Way the Cookie Crumbles

So, this is definitely a lesson I learned in life at a very young age, but I was ever-so-kindly reminded of it last month in the midst of the holiday festivities. I, personally, blame it on Pinterest. Yes, I agree that Pinterest is a wonderful time-filler and the ultimate procrastination tool. Yes, I agree that Pinterest is a great way to get DIY ideas and projects, twenty-minute work-out plans that you are not going to try at all but make you feel like you are at least motivating yourself, terribly fabulous baby clothes and outfits that your nonexistent child will absolutely own and strut, and ways to turn a simple object/household item into a Michelangelo wonder. However, for girls like me, it gives us false hope. It tells us we can be Elle Woods when in all reality we are Vivian Kensington just refilling the coffee. Yep, good old Pinterest jaded my life-lesson mindset that I obtained many years back and told me that I could create this pretty....

..... I should have known this was a disaster waiting to happen from the get-go. For starters, I was making this for our annual Christmas party. This is the same Christmas party that, two years ago, I took a store-bought caramel cake to(cut me some slack, I was in a hurry and was a Sophomore in college: failed attempts at cooking weren't even attempted at this point). This aforementioned caramel cake, sat rather low in its container which limited the human eye to viewing only the brown icing and not taking in the dimensions of the cake itself, and was mistaken for a Mexican-layered bean dip. Yes, in horror, I watched as someone began to dip a Tortilla chip into what they thought was a dip, and I had neither the heart nor the dignity to tell them that it was, indeed, a cake. Therefore, I should have waved the white flag forevermore and never tried to cook anything for this annual party again. However, I thought I had progressed within two years and could tip-toe out on the Baker's limb and try to make my own creation, which is where the Pinterest paradox began. I saw this wonder and was determined that I could recreate it. Head held high, I went to the store, bought my supplies, and slaved away all afternnon (literally) to only offer up this to be burned as the next laughing-stock sacrifice...

Should I even mention that when my sister walked in the door and saw the leftovers sitting on the kitchen counter, her first words were,

"Why are there Halloween cookies on the counter?"

(I am not kidding. A little piece of me died and sunk into the couch when I heard that.)

Apparently, my snowmen were skeletal. 

All jest aside, I think this was a good reminder of the life lesson I mentioned earlier and a problem that I, and many other women, probably face on a daily basis. In so many facets of my life, I strive so hard to be the best- to be the perfect snowman cookie. It literally can be all-consuming. I want to be the perfect student, the perfect friend, the perfect child, the perfect person who does my best at everything. Recently, this has also started to trickle over into the realm of marriage with becoming a wife in less than six months. I feel as if I am bound to be a Wonder Woman wife who has the perfectly decorated rooms, the immaculate home, the Paula Deen meal in the oven, all the while with a smile on my face and perfectly-kept hair. Don't get me wrong. I think these are all great ambitions and goals, and I definitely want to be the best person I can be in life, succeed in my career, wholeheartedly love those around me, be the best wife because that's what my fiance deserves,  

but

Sometimes, that's just not the way the cookie crumbles. There are going to be days where our hard efforts and snowmen are going to be mistaken for skeletons. There are going to be days when we mess up and fall short of our pedestal perfections. There are going to be days when I let down the people I love. There are going to be mistakes that I make in careers. There are definitely going to be days when I walk into a messy apartment and send a nice-prepared meal through an inferno and back. However, I think we have to remember, as I learned long ago but seemed to forget, that this is what life is all about. Life is found in the mishaps, the mistakes, the learning processes, the blunders, the laughs over the burnt dinners (I hope), and the moments when the best you can give is a mistaken Halloween cookie (figuratively speaking of course, I am sure you are all much better at baking than me).

Because, at the heart of it, life, love, and beauty are all found in the midst of all the imperfections.

and That's the Way the Cookie Crumbles.

Prodigal Son

Considering the fact that I haven't blogged in almost five months and the inescapable conclusion of another holiday season, I figured the little guy above was more than suitable. I have survived a horrible crash into a Writer's block that sealed my thoughts in plaster and stitched the loose ends of imagination and expression into complete captivity. To put it more simply, my mother said that I haven't blogged because I am "happy"- that I blogged the most when I was quite frankly, miserable. Maybe, there is truth to this theory because writing makes me happy, and it has served as a safe haven in times of need.  Yet, I have missed my little escape and have inevitably returned to turn over a new leaf with the start of a new year. Be patient with me, there is much to update, but we'll get there in time. For now, I have to tell you, I haven't been a Modernday Lucy. I've been a Modernday Prodigal's Son.

I was frolicking in frivolity, spinning wildly, basking in the worldly blessings that I never deserved when my inheritance ran out.

It was the first week of December. I should have been studying for my upcoming finals, but I had just received my engagement pictures. Obviously, I threw priorities to the wind and dove into the pictures trying to pick my favorites. I picked up my phone, figured I would have a conference call with my mom over the extremely important task of choosing a favorite, and was blindsided when her tone wasn't as engaged as I presumed it to be a few minutes before. Then my pot of gold came tumbling down to the words

Dad.

Hospital.

 Severe Pain.

Uncertainty.

I tried to process the words, but they didn't align in my mind. I wouldn't let them. My moment of frolicking in the sun was now replaced with howling winds and noise as my world began to spin. I pictured my dad, the man who gave me my quick-temper, my silly nature, gift of gab, and above all, appreciation for prayer. I saw his youthful brown eyes with all their sparkle as the light went out of mine. I saw him practicing dancing with me in our kitchen and heard the futile arguments he would present about why he should get to eat a second roll at lunch. Tears filled the corners of my eyes as I thought about him walking me down the aisle in six months. Winds of worry began to thrash against me as the words pain and uncertainty began to erode my foundation. My mom couldn't talk long, so I was alone in the chaos.

Immediately, I tried to call my fiancé. He didn't answer. Frenzy rising, I called a friend. Again, no answer. At the sound of my sister's voicemail, I began to lose hope. I couldn't find anyone to talk to. I was alone in the howling winds and cracking foundation. I was nineteen again, crying in a wheelchair, alone in a hospital room staring at brain monitors. I was back to a fall day holding a dear friend's hand not knowing what to say to an old man that had stolen my heart as I watched him die. I was afraid, helpless, unsure. One moment I had been carelessly dancing in my world of fortune and worldly riches- the next I was standing in rags in a desolate pasture. 

Through the wind, I began to hear a soft voice. It was calling my name, asking me where I had been, asking why I was relying on others to make sense of the chaos, not judging me for frolicking in frivolity, but trying to show me the way back home. 

I was the Prodigal Son standing ragged in a pasture, dirt on my face, tears in my clothes, scrapes on my knees from falling over my own traps, and even after depleting my worldly resources, my Father was still calling out to me, telling me to come home. He met with me in the middle of my emptiness and welcomed me. He would take my rags of worry and burdens and clothe me in comfort and assurance. He would forgive my dependence on the world and my own stubborn heart and allow me back into His chambers. He loved me despite my wandering. 

As I laid in my bed that night, I began to be calmed as God touched my heart. I received a call a few hours later that my dad was fine. It would wind up being his gall bladder. Yet, I took away a bigger message that night. God was reminding me that I can't depend on the world. In a moment where it all began to shake around me, I couldn't reach anyone because only One was trying to guide me home. He watched as I chased after loose coins, and as they eluded me, He began to walk towards me in the pasture. He began calling my name over the wind as I tried to find my way home. He reminded me that I am a Prodigal Son who misplaces my riches at times and reminded me that only He can quiet the winds, guide me home, and holds and promises my true inheritance.

To the Boy in The Picture

Looking at this picture, almost a year and a half later, I still smile like the first time I saw it. I can see myself riding in my mom's car two days before I went on a last-minute decision of a Spring Break trip facetiously declaring that the next guy I dated, who better have one zealous personality, would live far, far away. I can remember awkwardly running through the sand, Tara's floppy hat flying in the wind, just trying to find a bathroom, and suddenly turning around when I heard a boy's voice yell out behind me. I can see the stool at the kitchen bar where I sat later that night when the same green-eyed boy plopped down beside me and smiled. Mostly, I remember taking pictures with my friends that night, and due to a weird feeling in my stomach, I told the guy that I had only been talking to for a mere hour that we should take a picture.Well..

The boy in the picture, as I constantly remind him, was my sarcastic wish come true. 

(As I found out the night I met him, he had quite, to say the very least, the personality, and would be moving to Houston in August for his job.)

The boy in the picture, who just happened to stop by our beach house on March 14, 2011, for one afternoon with his friends on their way to Pensacola, has completely changed my life.

Because, you see...

The boy in the picture, is now my FIANCE.

Yes, I am ENGAGED, and I still smile at the thought of it even though it happened almost three weeks ago. The story is quite similar to the one above. I had just arrived at the beach (where we met) with my family when the boy in the picture drove in from Houston. He had been there for no more than ten minutes, when he asked me if I wanted to go and fly a kite. I, being the dramatic diva that I sometimes am, refused to go and tried to explain to his thick skull that we would be going to dinner soon. Yet, he was persistent, so I finally agreed to fly the kite. Due to the futile winds and broken kite, we soon surrendered and decided to walk down the beach instead. A few minutes into our walk, literally, out of nowhere, six to eight dolphins started jumping out of the water. I was mesmerized. I have always loved dolphins (I pretty much thought it was my duty as a child to grow up and help Flipper). I ran to the water's edge with excitement and watched, yelling for Andrew to come see. That's when I turned around to find him...

When I turned around, the first thing I saw was the ring box. Simultaneously, I started shaking, laughing until I snorted (does ANY girl ever think she's going to snort in her proposal) tearing up, and screaming at him/asking him what he was doing. He proceeded to say a lot of sweet things; most I don't remember because I was talking just as much as he was(only completely typical and fully expected) in the midst of my excitement/complete and utter shock. Then he got down on one knee, asked me to marry him, and made July 28, 2012, the best day of my life. We then ran back to the condo where I told my parents (who had known the entire summer), and minutes later, his family walked through the door. We spent the rest of the night and week celebrating at the place where it all began with the most special people surrounding us. It was a wonderful week and the absolutely perfect proposal. Did I mention that an entire restaurant serenaded us with "Happy Marriage to You"? That, my friends, is a whole different story for another day. 

I think the best way to sum up my feelings are found in a moment of the proposal. Right after he proposed, Andrew stood up, pulled a Bible, with my new name, out of his pocket and read Proverbs 3:3-4 which in part states.

"Let love and faithfulness never leave you; write it in the tablet of your heart."

To put it simply, yet so accurately, God knew the tablet of my heart when He planned and then sent the boy in the picture into my life. HIS love and faithfulness never left me, and He, alone, has overflowed my cup by blessing me with the fiance that I could have never imagined yet have always dreamt about. For that, I am forever humbled and eternally grateful.

and..

To the boy in the picture: Words could never express how thankful I am for you. For the best friend that makes the most ordinary, extraordinary. For the irreplaceable laugh that brightens the darkest corners. For the Razorback fanatic who will cause me to hear SportsCenter in my sleep. For the hand that has held mine through prayers. For you coming into my life like a bull in a china shop and making every single broken dish worth it. For the past year and a half and all the ones to follow. Ultimately, for making me the happiest and luckiest girl in the world and for simply being the tablet of my  heart. I love you.

 

A Foggy Perspective

After a two-month hiatus, I am back. I, A) Do not know where summer ran off to, but she and Time eloped and left me standing at the brink of a new season; B) apologize for my absence but C) in my defense have been taking summer school, training for a 5K, and trying to accumulate observational hours. Therefore my mind has been gallivanting elsewhere for the past few weeks. Back to my point.

A Foggy Perspective. Yes, this is where I found myself two weeks ago.(Quite frankly, I am surprised that I have not seen the Ark and my admirable leopards floating by outside of my window because I feel like Mississippi has gotten nothing but rain for the past two weeks.) I had just left the clinic where I was shadowing when the rain began. Being the extremely over-dramatic girl that I am, I began to get antsy and started giving pep talks to myself as I drove through the rain and blared the Phillips, Craig, and Dean even louder (not sure how this really helped my concentration).  Yet, the rain only grew stronger, and within a few minutes, I literally could not see out of my windshield. At  this point, I was putting on quite the show, panicking, convinced that I would ram into the back of a cement truck and be buried beneath tons of plaster, rock, and debris. I didn't understand why my windshield was so foggy and how the rain had gotten so bad in such a short span of time. I was convinced that the situation was a lot worse than it really was (which I would soon find out it was not). Then, the oh-so-terribly-rusty light bulb clicked: "Turn on your DEFROST, Shelby."

If there had been a theme song for my life in that moment, it would have definitely been, "I can see clearly now, the rain is gone."

Yep, sure enough, the defrost took care of the fog, and guess what? I could see. (I felt only slightly moronic).

So what's my point besides pointing out the blatantly obvious that I have a  very short circuit in my light bulb of common sense?

Lately, there have been so many things going on, nationally and locally, that can give us as humans, and me as an individual, a foggy perspective. Life is full of storms where our vision becomes foggy, and we can't see through the rain. We face storms where we think the situation is a lot worse than it really is. We convince ourselves that there is not going to be any slack in the downpours. Yet, as I read yesterday in A Thousand Gifts, "Above the clouds, light never stops shining." Putting it into my terms: Hidden in the fog, there is always a place of defrost.

In life, we can't see past the clouds or the fog because we can't see the whole picture and because we are humans. Because I am human and because I want to know the answers and comprehend everything, I have struggled before with accepting that some storms in life are not going to always make sense. Yet, as I struggle with this, I find peace in the reminder of this verse today.

" So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal." 2 Cor. 4:18

This verse is the answer to the foggy perspectives in our lives. Through our human capacities and human eyes, we can only perceive the rain and the fog sometimes. We cannot see the light behind the clouds and we cannot see the clarity beyond the fog. We can only see what is in front of our eyes. In this sense, we are all helpless. However, there is a God who can see the light. He can see the clarity. He can see what we can't: the unseen. He can see the bigger picture that is working for His glory. He can see the eternity that is an ocean whereas the temporary is merely a drop. Therefore, we must have faith in the unseen. Faith that there is light shining behind the clouds. Faith that there is a message to defrost in the fog. Faith that the situation is really not as it appears and that is is merely- a foggy perspective.

I have always wanted to hitch my wheels to the bandwagon of "Fill in the Blank Friday," and due to Lauren's cheerful version that I found, I thought today was a perfect day to start. Therefore, without further ado, let's begin shall we?

1.  Something that is very near and dear to my heart is people, helping them, and investing part of yourself into their lives.

2.      Another day in this crazy, abundant life   is good cause to celebrate .

3.  The most fun I ever had were moments of spontaneity or moments where I let myself be child-like again.

4.  True friends are   the few people in your life who you have no boundaries with and allow you to be your truly unique self while also molding you into a better person along the way.

5. Something that makes me terribly happy is  hearing people's laughter (especially Allison, Andrew, and Tate's just to name a few extraordinarily entertaining laughs).

6. A good way to spend a sunny day is   with sweet tea, a good book, and a beach chair at the ocean's edge. Hello, July! I am coming for you.

7.  My favorite celebratory food is ice cream. Hands down.

 

 

Halfway through with this Maymester. (Another reason to celebrate). What about you? What are your Fill-in-the-Blanks? Happy Friday, friends!

The Bachelorette Babbles

So, I saw this on Meg's blog, and of course, I couldn't help but join in on the fun since the highlight of my day yesterday was the pure entertainment of the first episode of The Bachelorette. For all of you who are turning up your noses right now, cut me a little slack. I am in summer school and had been reading about human development all day. I needed some kind of release, even if it was soap-reality TV. Besides, who can resist watching Emily? She's absolutely beautiful. Back to the point, here are my opinions and impressions from last night's show.

First impressions and favorites:
-Ryan: The guy is a former pro-football player. Do I really need to continue? Ok, ok, besides that, he is a Southern man (woo hoo). Not to mention, in his introductory video, he was playing with kids WHILE lifting a tire. Can we say Superman?

-Charlie: Almost reminded me of Channing Tatum in a way, so of course, I was immediately hooked. He's from Nashville which is also a plus. Finally, I found his demeanor adorable. From his joke about the plates in his head to just his smile- I LOVED him.

-Arie: I thought he was so cute and loved his consideration of Emily's feelings. He is also a race-car driver which adds an adventurous edge in my book.
-Jeff: Although I thought he stepped straight out of the 80s or The Breakfast Club, you can't help but love someone who donates their company's profits to a charity. And behind all that crazy hair, the boy is cute.

Moments that literally made me cringe:
-BOBBLEHEAD: I literally cringed at this. I would never want to see myself as a bobblehead figurine and do not find this the slightest bit romantic. Flowers, yes. Compliment, absolutely. A bobblehead doll that looks just like me and has absolutely no use: N-O.
-HELICOPTER: I can handle Linzi coming in on the horse last season because that was something she was passoniate about/loved. However, I have a huge problem with Kalon making the set his own landing pad and his "Sorry, I'm late" comment. You made no friends with that one, pal.
EGG: Once again, I cringed. The only guy from my home state, and he brings an EGG. I am all for creativity and being unique, but an EGG? The metaphor was terrible too. I would never want to be compared to an over-sized egg that you are going to "guard and protect." I'm sorry, did the producers let Casey come back this season? Next stop: Egg tattoo.
-Songwriter: I really don't even remember his name, but I was so disturbed by his "song" in the introductory video. I am anxiously awaiting for the awkward moment where he breaks out into a musical number on a date. Once again, Casey is back on the show people. 

Did you watch the show? Who were your favorites? 

Happy Tuesday!!

T's in TGIF.

Today, I figured I would have a spin-off of TGIF. As thankful as I am that today is Friday, (even though finals start Monday-eeek) quite a few things have happened this week that I am thankful for. So without further ado, let's begin my T's in TGIF list,

1. T for NICE cops. Yes, you heard me. I had NEVER been pulled over by a cop since I began driving almost six years ago (weird) until Tuesday night. I got a call from a friend who was having a bad night, so of course in Super Shelby fashion, I sped across campus. I had been in bed, so needless to say, my hair was not reveling in its glory days. As I was driving, I was not paying attention to what was behind me until.... the BLUE lights. Doesn't your heart always sink? Mine did. So, I pulled over to only realize NO LICENSE. Perfect. So with the biggest smile I could muster, I turned and saw the cop approach my window. He asked for my license, only for me to explain that I did not have my license-my friend called me in a panic for all I knew she could be hurt (yes, I pulled that sympathy card)- that I left in a hurry and didn't even intend to be driving- I am so sorry I am only going a mile off campus- ramble. When I was finished, I suppose the cop noticed how deranged I looked with my messy hair and ceaseless ramble and asked, "Mam, have you been drinking tonight?" I thought that my outfit, lack of make-up, and mangy mane did the job of explaining I was half asleep, but apparently not. I smiled and said no where he proceeded to ask if I had dead bodies in the car that he needed to know about (by this time, I picked up that he was kidding). Then to my miraculous surprise, he let me go scot-free when I had NO license. So major props to you, Mr. Policeman. Glad to see the meeting-quota-ticket-hungry force has not conquered everyone yet. 
2. T for Surprises. I love surprises, I really do. However, I have the nosy tendency to discover surprises by being snoopy (I was that kid who searched the house high and low for Christmas presents) or by finding the weakest link and badgering them until I got the desired information or by over-analyzing every possible situation. Yet, boyfriend is smart, and boyfriend is wonderful. While I thought he was sitting in his apartment in Texas watching a TV show, he was pulling onto campus in Mississippi. I got a call to go outside Wednesday night, and he was there. I literally was in s-h-o-c-k. He was in town for a recruiting event for work, so I got to hang out with him the past two days. It was just wonderful and just what I needed before finals started.
3. T for this past school-year. As the clock struck 3:45pm yesterday, I put the finishing touches on Junior year. I had my last class of my third year of college. I am still trying to figure out where the past three years have gone. I feel like I could walk back into room 1015 and find a freshman girl sitting on a red rug with her nose in most likely a Biology book never knowing where the next few years would take her. Yet, this past year has been absolutely amazing. I would not trade it for anything. I have gotten to do so many great things over the past school year and have made so many unforgettable memories. Although I only have one year left in this magical place, I am so grateful for the experiences I have had thus far. 
4. T for YOU. Yes, you, whoever you are reading this! I am glad that you stopped by to read my rambles and daily thoughts and for experiencing this crazy life with me so-to-speak. I hope you all have a wonderful weekend, and that you too can find a few T's in TGIF.

 Happy Friday and May the 4th Be with You. (Yep, it's National Star Wars Day, and although I am not a fan, who is going to miss out on that incredibly cheesy pun? Not me!)

Do You Know What Tomorrow Is?

In case you were wondering...tomorrow,

Ok, so a little cheesy, I know, but if you were the slightest fan of NSYNC (and let's face it, most girls out there were/are) then you will appreciate this somewhat. I now have the song resounding in my head along with the visual of Justin, JC, Chris, Lance, and Joey breaking through the doll containers and running down the shelves in the music video. CLEARLY, I was a 90s child. I even have their lunch box, but enough of my fanatical rambling.

HAVE A GREAT FIRST DAY OF MAY!!

I know, I know. Awkward and Awesome twice in one week... Who does that? I do because my life is simply that awkward, and you can never be too thankful for all the awesome things in your life:) Here we go!

AWKWARD:

1. Tuesday, I had to attend an initiation ceremony for Beta Gamma Sigma, an honor society for Business/Accountancy majors. I already find school-related ceremonies painfully awkward: from the business-related attire to the inevitable speech to walking across stages in front of large masses of strangers to finally maneuvering through rows of seats to get back to your own. You get what I am saying. So, here I am, in this already awkward situation, and our row is guided to the stage where yes, we have to walk out in front of the masses. As my name is read, I walk with prayers on repeat that I don't face plant (that happens frequently), and I safely make it to the table where I am supposed to receive my certificate and pin(awkward again). As I get to the table, the girl asks me my name; I respond, and guess what? She couldn't find my certificate.... She asks if we can talk after the ceremony. I smile and say sure. I turn around, face the nosy masses who are wondering why this girl is the only incompetent initiate who doesn't get a certificate and smile yet again and walk to my seat empty-handed. I was hoping that everyone was blinded by the eager-beaver mother in the back of the room snapping photos that no one notice my blunder. Nope, one of the staff crawls through the rows of seats to get to mine and asks me my name and promises to find my certificate. Let's just say the Pony Express won't leave the watering trough, and my certificate will be here in a few days. 
2. Wednesday, I had been sick for over a week now with sinuses/allergies, but things had begun to look up for the good old immune system until Wednesday. I had just found my seat in my MIS class (which only has thirty to forty people) when a coughing spell decides to take over my body. I naively thought it would surrender within a few seconds, but no the cough fought viciously. After I realized this, I got up from my seat and found the nearest water fountain. I waited until I thought the cough had ceased. I returned to my seat in class and resumed listening to the monotonous computer programming lecture. Within a minute and a half, it was back with a vengeance. I did not want to get up for a second time, so I tried as hard as I could not to cough. I can only imagine the excruciatingly awkward faces I was making in this process. Eventually, the cough won out; I was coughing so much that tears were in my eyes- TEARS- which made it more awkward in that people thought I was probably crying from my public humiliation. Therefore, I excused myself yet again. You're welcome for the entertainment, peers.
3. Thursday, I had my management test. The room where this class is held is literally an inferno. It should just be referred to as the Boiler Room. Irrelevant to my story. Just me venting. Go with it. So, back to the test. As I am minding my own business, trying to make it through downsizing issues and MTBI personality traits, a pesky bug lands on my test. I try to shoo it off. It dies on the front page of my test. I want to scream because I have half of a dead bug on my hand and the other half on my test, but I am not sure that would fly with Teach. and the other 120-ish students in the class. Therefore, I have to bit my lip and finish through my test. Why me? Why my test?

AWESOME:

1.  Double Decker was this weekend. One of my favorite weekends of the year in this town and one of the 1000 reasons I love my secondary home. From the "Big as Yo Head" ice cream sandwiches to the tents of vendors showcasing their art, designs, food creations etc., to the red Double Decker buses voyaging through the town, to the music performances all weekend, and mostly the beauty of this quaint town makes it so memorable.
2. My sister came this weekend and I got to spend it with her. Much needed and thoroughly enjoyed.
3. Today's beautiful weather and a run at the park!
4. The green and white striped skirt and spring scarf I bought today!
5. One more week left of classes! Woo hoo (even though I will be in school all summer- just let me think it's still almost here for me!)

I hope you all had a wonderful weekend!!

Throwback Thursday

Ok, so this picture is MORTIFYING, but I couldn't really help myself.  I have never joined in on the fun of Throwback Thursday, but today was too perfect of an occasion not to. You see, my best friend (pictured at left) is now OFFICIALLY in Nursing School, and I could not be more proud and more excited for her. Therefore, I found this old picture (high school spring break trip-yikes), and found it to be 100% accurate of how I feel today for my friend. 

To this picture: You are mortifying and a blatant reminder that I should not ever dance in public, in pictures, or anywhere at all for that matter. 

To today: Thank you for being a special day for my friend.

To tonight: Celebrations are in the forecast.

To my friend: I am so very excited for you. Although I am going to miss you terribly next year, I cannot wait to see this new chapter of your life unfold for you. You deserve this, and you are going to be absolutely wonderful. I am so proud of you. I love you!

Words of Wisdom Wednesday

Unfortunately, I don't have much time to blog tonight because I have a ten-page story due and management test tomorrow, but when I saw this quote, I couldn't help myself. I found it on Brittany's blog, and I knew I would have to put it on mine at some point. Also, major props to Skylar- she's from my hometown- on American Idol  tonight (which is playing in the background of my study session- everyone needs background noise right?)

Happy Wednesday!! Come back tomorrow? Great, see you then!

Awkward and Awesome (Houston-Style)

So, here we go. As promised, I am back from Houston, and I have multiple awkward moments to share. In fact, there are so many that I had to choose which ones to share. I haven't figured out the reasoning yet, but Awkward has a crush on me and follows me like a shadow. Without further ado, 

AWKWARD:

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• Let's start out with this guy. This is a foot-long hot dog. This is the epitome of awkward. No, the ball park did not sell "regular" hot dogs. They only served foot-longs. Therefore, in the spirit of the baseball atmosphere, I ordered a foot-long hot dog. Disclaimer: There is no non-awkward way to try to eat a foot-long hot dog. So, at one point, I suppose I was really into the game and picked this bad boy up upside-down. You can guess the aftermath. Yellow is my favorite color, but mustard on white shorts was not my ideal style for the day.
• People bring sunscreen to the pool. People bring towels to the pool. People bring life-sized teddy bears to the pool.. Yep. As we were sitting at the pool Saturday, a full-fledged adult felt the need to bring a five-foot teddy bear to the pool with him. (I am still trying to figure this one out myself).
• Sunday night we went to Raging Cajun which seemed to be a family-oriented restaurant but apparently was structured for giants. I get to the drink dispenser and make it beyond obvious I have never been to the restaurant before. I am a little over 5'6 and had to stand on my tip-toes to get my lemonade. Needless to say, I couldn't see the top of the glass, so as I go to pull my drink down, it billows over my cup and drenches my arm and legs. So if you're keeping score at home, we have mustard on the white shorts and pink lemonade on the rest of my body.
• Friday morning I boarded the plane and began the infuriating task of trying to "stow away my carry-on items." Most of the time, this occurs flawlessly. Not Friday. No, my pink tote bag decided she was claustrophobic and didn't want to fit in the bin. So here I am pulling a Ben Stiller practically heaving myself against the bag trying to make it go into the overhead bin. Need I mention it was before seven AM and I provided everyone with a comical wake-up call. 
• When I got there Friday, Andrew had to work, so I was left to entertain myself without a car on a rainy day in Houston. I had to be at the airport at 4am, so I fell asleep pretty quickly. When I woke up, Maury was playing on the TV. I could not find the remote, so yes, I watched Maury episodes... awkward all by itself. 
• Boyfriend, being the wonderful guy that he is, got me the flowers you are about to see in the Awesome section below. As I just mentioned, Friday was rainy, so when the sun came out Saturday, I was determined that these pretties needed sun. I set them out on the balcony, and they were happy as can be there. Well, Sunday came along, and when I went to check on them, they were dead as a door knob. All twelve of them. I killed my flowers. Every last one of them. (Sorry, Andrew.)

AWESOME:

• The beautiful flowers that were waiting upon my arrival! (Also the ones that I fried :( 
• Watching the Astros win 12-0 and also seeing a grand slam. Baseball games just can't be beat.
  
• CHUY'S. Yes, I went. Are you surprised?
• Dinner at the Spindle Top- it was on top of the Hyatt, and it rotates around as you eat so you get the full view of the city. It was so pretty! The food was wonderful too.
  
• Pretty days beside a pool. I need summer.
• Getting to spend an awesome weekend with one of my favorite people and loving every single awkward minute of it.

 

View from the Spindle Top- does no justice.

HAPPY MONDAY!!

 

Leaving on a Jet Plane

PLEASE tell me that when you read the title you immediately pictured Ben Affleck in Armageddon serenading Liv Tyler and spinning her around in a moment of pure a-w-e? If not, hopefully you at least know the song. If you can't recall either, I am crashing-and-burning here in my pop culture references. Back to the point. (Although, Ben Affleck is wonderful.)

In about seven hours (who's really counting here?) I am, indeed, leaving on a plane and heading to The Lone Star State to see (drumroll, please.....)

 

..........This guy!

He would probably be embarrassed if he knew that I put this picture up, but we'll keep it our little secret, ok? Great! Yep, that is what I put up with on a daily basis and have done so now for a little over a year! However, he's in Texas; I'm in Mississippi- so I don't get to help him uncross his eyes every day. Needless to say, I am rather excited about the weekend in Houston and hopefully can also have a visit with....

.........This guy!

To the human eye, that may look like your average queso, but ladies and gentlemen, it simply is not. It is Chuy's Queso COMPUESTO, and I have a serious love affair with this bowl of cheese, guacamole, and all sorts of heavenly goodness. Maybe it's just that Mississippi Mexican cuisine is not up-to-speed, but I absolutely love this dip. 

So, I might be MIA for a few days, but I promise I will be back as soon as I can with one too many awkward stories to tell! Considering past trips to Houston have led to:

• Me falling on my hands and knees in a dress and heels in the middle of the streets of Houston in the middle of a torrential downpour right outside of the huge window display of the  nice restaurant we had reservations for. Did I mention that a man on the street offered me his son's helmet?
• Literally running from a chimp at the zoo who was throwing things into the crowd.
• Spilling a cup of water in my lap and on my dress at another nice restaurant (see Awkward and Awesome post below) right as the waiter came to take my order.
• (and that's just a few)

So stick around. Things could will get embarrassing!

Have a great weekend!

She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not

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So, I recently found Michaela's blog and loved it, so I had to join in on the fun of her post today- She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not. Let's get started shall we?

SHE LOVES ME...

1. Days at the park: This week, I have been to the park three days, and it always makes my week so much better. Whether it's running/walking or finding amusement from the yoga boys(see post below), I always love the me-time I have while I am there. The scenery isn't too shabby either (sorry that I stole this picture from you Samantha!)

2. DIY- Door Headboards: Since I will be moving into my new house for next year within the next two months, I guess I am starting to dabble my toes in the waters of decor. I have always fully believed in "one man's garbage is another man's treasure" which rings true for this piece. Last summer, I randomly found a door and had no idea what I wanted to do with it (or what I could since I would be in a sorority house). But now that I am about to have my own space, I think that the door might come in handy quite nicely. Cross your fingers that I can make it look like the one above:)

 

 3. CINDA B I absolutely love this line of luggage/bags. I think they are fabulous. One of my dear sorority sisters has recently started up her own business- you can visit her facebook page HERE- and she carries this wonderful line. Even better, if you spend just $50 on Cinda B, you get one of these ADORABLE coffee sleeves for FREE. I don't even drink coffee, but those sleeves make me want to start. So cute!

She Loves Me Not...

1.BEING SICK: The fact that I am having to take this medicine this week. I hate allergies/sinuses.

2. FINALS As happy as I am that summertime is soon approaching, I am dreading finals. No matter how easy the test can be, I am a champ at making them seem so much worse. I couldn't help but laugh at this cartoon though. My Eeyore attitude about them for sure.

3. The Bachelorette: Yes, I will admit it. I am ONE of those people who get vacuumed into the ridiculous drama of reality TV. Although I boycotted last season because of Courtney's crazy antics (not to mention several other girls who walked a thin line of mental/emotional stability) I am rather excited about watching Emily's season! The downfall: it doesn't start until mid-May.

Happy Wednesday kiddos! We are halfway there :)