“If my calculations are correct, when this baby hits eighty-eight miles an hour, you’re going to see some serious shit.”

The 80’s are quite possibly my favorite decade. I was born in the 80’s but unfortunately near the end of the decade, so I really wasn’t around long enough to enjoy its awesomeness as it was happening.

I love the music, and the movies. But I’m glad I missed out on that cray cray hair and make-up.

Ever since Whitney tweeted about it yesterday, I’ve been on a total 80’s kick. So this #BackThatAzzUp Friday is most definitely a throwback to the most interesting decade ever (in my opinion).
It’s #backthatazzup Friday!
The purpose: To start our weekend with some fantastic jams.
The station that inspired it: “Back That Azz Up” on Pandora Radio.
The rules: Link your jams up at I Wore Yoga Pants and have a jam sesh with all of us!
There are so many great songs of the 80’s it was hard to choose. I mean come on. ACDC, Guns’N’Roses, Bon Jovi, and U2 are fantastic bands. But I decided to go in a slightly different direction with this one. So here we go. Songs from my favorite 80’s movies.

You may have noticed that I’ve been playing around with my blog design lately. New logo. New color scheme. And as of last night, new side bar that doesn’t work yet. I’m still figuring things out. I think this weekend calls for some really quick learning of html and Photoshop, all while watching some of those 80’s movies above.

p.s. If any of you know how to make my sidebar work. Please help a girl out!

If Only I Were A Bagillionaire

This saving money for the Paris trip thing is killing me. I like to shop just a little too much. And while I fully understand that I need to be careful about my spending right now (yay budget!) its getting to be a pain in my derriere. I’ve got a closet to fill and an apartment to decorate dagnabbit!

Therapy Thursday

If you can’t tell, I’m gearing up for summer. Or dreaming about it anyways. I’m loving bright hues these days.
One – Colored trench. Sadly, Newfoundland weather can be a bit unpredictable. And summers aren’t always as warm as I wish they were. So I end up having to wear a light jacket sometimes. I’ve got a few nice casual/dressy jackets but they’re all grey or black (my go to colors), but summer is all about bright and fun. So, I want coat that will brighten up even the crappiest days.

Two – Neon purse. I 100% blame Pinterest for my desire to broaden my style choices when it comes to buying colors other than black. Loving the color of this purse.

Three – This tribal skirt is also based on Pinspiration. I’m in love with this. Its just so fun looking.

Four – It took me a while to come around to this trend. I just wasn’t feeling it at first. But, I’ve been wanting a statement necklace for a month or so. The problem is most of the ones I’ve seen have gold chains. And eff that. I don’t do gold. So, I’m loving this one because of the color, bubbly style, and silver chain.

Five – Neon shorts. I’m pretty sure they would look pretty terrible on my paler than pale body. But if I was a bagillionaire I could get a spray tan and they’d look fantastic.

Six – White Michael Kors watch. I’m gonna blame Two Thirds Hazel for this one. I was creeping her Instagram a few days ago and seen a picture of hers. Been in love with it every since.

Seven – This girl owns A LOT of shoes. I mean it A LOT. So many that its becoming a nightmare to find a place for all of them. This Ikea shoe drawer actually holds quite a few pairs. Also, it doesn’t take up too much space. Plus its super pretty (and no I don’t just mean for a shoe rack).

Eight – I like blazers. I work in an office that has no dress code and wearing shmancy clothes would just look weird since its a fairly industrial atmosphere. So I use blazers to “business up” my outfits, cause I usually wear jeans.

Nine – I’m in love with chevron. And I’ve been dying to insert the pattern into my decor some how. Decorative pillow seems like a pretty good way to do it.

Ten – I would need to be a bagillionaire to afford this one. But a girl can always dream about an Hermes Birkin right?


Day 25: Hey Felix!

I’ve never been the most confident person. And truth be told, I’ve always been pretty insecure about my body.

My upper lip isn’t very full. When I smile, all you see is teeth and gums.
My chest is very much on the smaller/flatter side of things. Thank god for push up bras.
My nose is a little big.
My ears are different sizes.
One of my eyes is slightly more open than the other.
And my personal favorite, I have permanent dark bags under my eyes.

When I was in high school, a good friend of mine called me Felix the Cat. When I asked him about it, he told me it was cause under my eyes were super dark, I looked like someone had punched me, and under my eyes were always puffy.

His comparison to Felix wasn’t well founded, cause he has zero of those qualities. But Cody’s words have always stayed with me, because they were true. I always knew those things about myself, but I hated that other people saw what I saw when I looked in the mirror.

Every day since that day I have obsessed over the fact that my under eyes make me look like a crack addict.  I assess myself in the mirror every morning. I pick apart every picture of me (I even photoshop around my eyes for pictures I post online).

I’ve tried every thing I can think of to reduce the puffiness and dark circles, to no avail of course. So my morning makeup ritual beings with a heavy dose of concealer, which really doesn’t hide the problem completely.

Sometimes I’m glad Cody let me know how bad it was. Because it let me know that it was something real, and not something I was just finding wrong with myself, and gave me the kick in the ass I needed to start doing something about it. But somedays I wish he never, because its something I can’t change, and sometimes that gets me a little down. Its not fun to look in the mirror and never be happy with the face looking back at you.

Wow. Just Wow.

If you go back far enough in my posts, or have been around for a while, you’ll know that I’ve had a few periods of quarterlife crisis. Its something I never felt the need to keep secret, talking about it helped. When my cousin Jen visited a few weeks ago I told her I was having another one of those moments, and this evening she sent me this amazing video. I wish I had seen it sooner. And I couldn’t help but share it with you.

Thank you Jen for sharing this with me. And thanks so much for telling me you think I’m doing pretty well. It means the world.

It’s Friday, Friday Gotta get down on Friday

Another completely unrelated picture.

Does anyone else feel like this month is flying by? Seriously, its the 24th already.

And thankfully its Friday. It was a short work week. But work had been pretty busy, so I’m exhausted. And it probably doesn’t help that I couldn’t put down my book last night until I finished it. Which ended up being somewhere around 2 am. Not the wisest decision I’ve ever made. But I was loving the book.

I usually hit a wall around 3 in the afternoon. No joke my body goes from all kinds of energetic to I wanna have a nap in like 60 seconds. And that’s how I know what time it is. No need for a clock here. Anyways, that wall showed up a lot sooner than I would have liked. 1:45 to be exact. So the rest of the afternoon was pure torture. Zero exaggeration.
I’m looking forward to a lazy, rainy weekend. Just me, my couch, cozy blanket and a book or some tv.
I’ve been without television for nearly FOUR months, ever since I moved into my new apartment (which I’ll have to show you all sometime). You better believe that there will be a lot of HGTV watching happening this weekend.
I kinda wish I could be stateside this weekend (okay I really really wish). Celebrating Memorial Day is on my bucket list. I just have this idea in my head that it would be a spectacular time. Hope all my American readers and friends have the most amazing long weekend.
And before I flake out on the couch for a nap, I can’t forget…..
It’s #backthatazzup Friday!
The purpose: To start our weekend with some fantastic jams.
The station that inspired it: “Back That Azz Up” on Pandora Radio.
The rules: Link your jams up at I Wore Yoga Pants and have a jam sesh with all of us!
Happy Friday!
Grab a button, pick your jam, link up and let’s get this weekend started off on the right foot!

Kip Moore makes me swoon. And this song makes me wish I had a boy to be up all night with.

Day 24: As it turns out, I’m not perfect

This picture has zero to do with this post. I just like it .

This challenge post was far more easy than I’d like to admit. It shouldn’t be so easy to come up my worst traits. The only hard part about all of this was picking the three worst ones. But here it goes…

One. I procrastinate. A lot. Like an unbelievable amount. So much so that I can’t believe that I am writing this post in advance.

Two. I use an extreme amount of profanity. I have to make a conscious effort to filter every. single. sentence.

Three. I talk a lot in general. But when I’m nervous, it gets out of control. I hate awkward silences, and cannot control my compulsion to end them by talking some more. Not a good quality for a girl who’s been invited on group hang outs with my cousin and guys she’d like me to meet. Pretty sure she learned her lesson when her friend M thought I was a nut job because I didn’t shut up.

What are your worst traits? Link up and share with us over at Story of My Life.


Day 23: School of Life

Because if you’re gonna rock a sock bun, chambray shirt, camo and wayfarers…you may as well toss in a silly face too

Blog Every Day in May has taught me a lot about myself. Especially that I’m willing to post ridiculous photos of myself for the purpose of entertaining readers (see above). And that I suck with deadlines, and I procrastinate even more than I realized. So I’ll be buckling down today to catch up on posts I’ve missed.

Life is an education far different than anything you receive in school. It teaches you things you never thought you’d need to know. It’s taught me a thing or two in my 26 years.
You will undoubtedly get your heartbroken. You probably assumed as much. But if you’re at all like me, you never thought you’d be the person who broke someone’s heart. But chances are, you will. So try to be as compassionate as possible.
Breaking up with people is a lot harder than you would think. You assume it’s easy when you’re on the receiving end, but that isn’t always the case.
Heartbreak is not easy. It shouldn’t be underestimated. It can be all consuming. It can make you feel like you’re drowning, and finding your way to the surface may be one of the hardest things you’ll ever do. 
Sometimes the people you love, won’t love you back. Its unfortunate. It sucks. It’s painful. But it’s the truth.

And sometimes people will love you, who you don’t love back. They’re perfectly nice people. And yeah you could have a nice life with them. But are you willing to settle for just nice?

Your life is a result of the choices you make. Well yeah. You knew that already. Where you are in your life is directly related to all of the opportunities you took advantage of. What you probably didn’t realize is that its also directly related to all of the opportunities you passed up. For me, I passed up the chance to go to prep school. I’ve always kind of regretted that.
Quarterlife crisis’ are real. Yeah that’s right, you may start questioning your life a whole lot sooner than when you’re middle age.
You may never know what you want to be when you are “grown up.” Some people never find their calling. And that’s perfectly okay.  Just don’t spend your entire life doing something that you don’t enjoy.  Try different things (if the economy allows obviously).
Life can be tough. And it can be cruel and unfair. But it can be oooh sooo good. So learn to roll with the punches. Embrace the things that are thrown your way, good or bad. Because if you treat things as learning experiences and push forward they can become positive experiences in the long run. 

And don’t forget its Therapy Thursday!

It’s Therapy Thursday!

When I lived in Alberta my friend Megan and I loved to shop together. Especially when we were in less than stellar moods. It was our therapy. Boy troubles = shop. Work trouble = shop. Friend trouble = shop. “That time” = shop with chocolate in hand. We called our retail therapy “buying happies.”

If I could buy myself a Happy right now (or 10 Happies in this case) and money was no object, I’d buy allll of this.
Therapy Thursday

One. Kate Spade iPad sleeve. Isn’t it gorgeous. And the quote definitely applies to me. Love it. And will own it.
Two. Jack Daniels tank. Because its a little country. A little rock and roll. And a little bad ass.
Three. Lilly Pulitzer wine glasses. They’re adorable and acrylic. So I can get sloshed with cute glasses that I don’t have to worry about breaking.
Four. Jennifer Lopez wedges. I seen these in a tealish color at Kohl’s when I was in Maine last summer. Really regretting not buying them since Kohl’s doesn’t ship to Canada,
Five. Toms ballet flats. They’re cute and stylish. And One for One. Need I say more?
Six. Maxi skirt. It just looks soooo comfortable. And on trend. A rare find in fashion.
Seven. Self tanner. I’m so pale I’m surprised I don’t glow under black lights. And tanning beds just aren’t the healthiest way to go.
Eight. Adidas camo leggings. I’m kinda on a camo kick. And since metabolism has recently stopped being my friend I need to start exercising. And I’d like to look cute doing it.
Nine. Lulu Lemon sports bra. Because sports bras should be a little sexy.
Ten. Cowboy boots. I’ve been wanting a pair for a while. And a funky color seems the way to go. 
What would you splurge on? Link up below.


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Day 18: The Fondest of Memories

Family gatherings have always been a huge thing in my family. We had family dinners and get togethers quite often when I was growing up. We still do actually. Friday nights were dinner nights at my Aunt and Uncle’s. Sunday’s were spent at one of my grandparent’s house. Easter, Mother’s Day, and Father’s Day we went out to a restaurant. You get the picture. My fondest memories from my childhood are of times I was surrounded by family.

Day 18 is about sharing memories and while this story may be slightly out of season but I’ll share it with you nonetheless.

As a kid I really looked forward to the Christmas season. For all the obvious reasons such as Santa Claus and gifts, of course. But also because there was a steady stream of visiting. Boxing Day night was one of my favorites. Every year we visited my Great Uncle Ben. The adults hung out in the kitchen talking and having a drink or two, I assume that’s what they did anyways, us kids didn’t spend much time in there. My brother, Tommy, and cousin George spent the night in the living room, watching tv and playing with their toy trucks and legos while my cousin Erika and I took over the dining room with our Barbies. And occasionally we would all attempt to sneak upstairs to explore.

My uncles house was ooold so we were enchanted by it. Its the house my grandmother grew up in. It was one of those houses that had addition after addition. My great grandparents added rooms as they could afford to. The upstairs had two parallel hallways, and six tiny bedrooms, one of which was only accessible by walking through another bedroom. Yep, that’s right, a bedroom off of a bedroom.

When my uncle passed away, that tradition ended. But my parents bought the house to keep it and the land in the family. Unfortunately, the fact that its been vacant for years means that it hasn’t held up well, and will soon need to be demolished, so yesterday my parents and I went in to see what we can salvage from it. We’ve decided that we’re going to take all of the old doors and a banister and are hoping find ways to use them at their cabin. We’re thinking headboards for a few.

I also found some old pictures of my cousins and I tucked in an old mirror. So naturally I took them.

And next time I go back to the house I plan to take my camera to get a few last shots.