Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Turns out you can stay out until 4:00 AM when you are 29.

Back from Vegas!  Taking one day off for recovery.  It's back to work tomorrow.  Yikes.
Instagram photos below.  Now Emily Maynard is calling my name.

Wednesday, June 20, 2012


As of 5:15 on Monday evening, I am on vacation from work.  Whew.  When school got out a few weeks ago, I went to talk to our HR Director to see how many vacation days I had used/had left this year.  Her reply: umm... did you take any days off at all this year?  Apparently, not really.  Which also could explain why this was the longest. school. year. ever.

So I have tons of vacation to use up between now and when school starts back up in August.  This week, I am using up a chunk of those days for some time off before we head to VEGAS this weekend! The lovely Mary Beth turned 30 a few weeks ago and she is celebrating with a mix of friends in Sin City.  I was actually with her over Christmas, shopping in the Galleria, when she mentioned that she wanted to go to Vegas.  I was 100% on board and convinced her that the big 3-0 was reason enough to pack our bags and go.  A few phone calls later, the trip planning was in motion.  It's been a long six months counting down and I still can't really believe that it's now only a few days away!

Yesterday, to kick-off my vacay and start prepping for our trip, I went shopping.  I didn't really want to spend much, but was told I needed a "club dress" for Vegas.  So I ended up finding a little black dress covered in sequins.  I was afraid sequins were too cliche for Vegas, but some fitting room text messages to a friend confirmed that it was just the dress I needed for the Vegas clubs.  I also cashed in a Groupon bikini wax (OUCH) and got a haircut.  Not too shabby for day one of the vacation.  I wrapped up the day with some wine and friends and even scored a grilled fish dinner and drinks on the patio afterwards.  Dallas is all confused this summer and is having fabulous weather where it's not insanely hot and you can actually enjoy sitting outside.  Score.

Today's agenda is not nearly as exciting.  Laundry. Dishes. Ironing. Homework.  At least I'll have Emily Maynard in the DVD to help keep my company.  

Monday, June 11, 2012

Craft Time

When my mom and sisters came over for a Girl's Weekend last week, I put them all to work.  We wanted to have a weekend of "crafting, sleeping, eating and hanging out at the pool."  We managed all except the very last!

Mom brought her sewing machine and gave us an early morning lesson [while still in our PJ's]:

We [re]learned how to thread the machine.  It had been... oh probably about 15 years since I'd used a sewing machine.

It wasn't long before this [leftover wedding prop]
 Became this:

Shout out to Kelly, who was the model for all the photos, and did quite a bit of the stitching and sewing herself.  Photos of the pillows in action... coming soon!

Starting Fresh

Be brave this week, my friends. 

Wednesday, June 6, 2012


Howdy.  This post is coming straight to you from TWU, where I am working towards my master's degree.  My lone class this summer has an orientation this evening and I got to campus over an hour early.  So I'm sitting in an old building, surfing the web and waiting for 5:30 to roll around.

Thoughts on college campuses: they all smell the same.  I walked into this building and was hit with the smell of.... college.  It was like I was back in Jester, cutting through on my way to a class in the that great big lecture hall building.. that I can totally not remember the name of.  Help me out, Sadie.  The one next to the PCL and across from the B-School?  With all the escalators in it?  How have I been out of college for so long that I cannot even remember the names of the buildings anymore?!  Ah.

But anyways, college buildings are all pretty much the same.  They are all a little dated [built in the 70's-ish], have really random furniture scattered all around them [tables in the hallways, mix and match arm chairs] {currently sitting in one now} and have lots of empty hallways and old elevators.  And they all smell the same.

Over and out.