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1. Free your heart from hatred
2. Free your mind from worries
3. Live Simply
4. Give More
5. Expect Less
&& Have a Merry Christmas!
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Monday, December 19, 2011
Happy Hour Mixology: Candy Cane Cocktail
Enjoy this festive holiday cocktail with friends and loved ones:
Combine 2 ounces Strawberry vodka
4 dashes white creme de menthe
2 1/2 ounces of Cranberry juice
& ice into a cocktail shaker.
Combine well & strain into glass.
To garnish, simply crush candy canes and line the rim of martini glass.
Enjoy!
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Thursday, December 15, 2011
What Have You Accomplished This Year?
As the new year approaches, I decided to take a look at what I have accomplished this past year!
Here it is:
Moved 3 times!
Found Love
Moved into a house!
Danced in two shows (A Waltz Routine/Cha Cha Routine) (Christmas Show is on the 21st/Swing!)
Survived a tornado (a few)
Saw my best-friends find love (& get engaged!)
Started my side piece tattoo
Tried to get published (3 times) failed twice, eventually landed a spot in an underground zine
Started this blog and a few others
Adopted a kitty
Celebrated 9 months of being in a relationship.
Started a healthier lifestyle of diet and exercise
Dyed my hair red
Learned how to become a better cook
Spent Thanksgiving with new friends and family
Passed through the seven layers of the candy cane forest...
(Just messing with ya, seeing if your paying attention)
Took only ONE sick day
Got my first pair of ballroom dance shoes
Was kissed by the TN sun
Made new friends but never forgot the old
Started paying off those school loans
Planned a trip to Dallas, Texas
Found myself within 3 states in a matter of moments
Went caving!
Swam past pool hours (yes, I know. I am a certified bad ass)
Experienced horses running freely in the wild...
Felt inspired and motivated to start a brand new year!
Happy Hour Readers: How about you?
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| Simply Seductive |
LoVeLust?!
Ah, the day old question: What's the difference between love and lust?
The answer is simple: Lust is simply that burning desire and yearning to eagerly find LOVE. In layman's terms? It's a deceivingly wonderful mask that our object of affection wears to make us believe we are actually IN love.
But how do we decipher the two? Isn't there a manual for this kind of thing?
Now for those of you who know me, Carrie is my love slash relationship goddess. But can she provide the answers I need as I watch countless re-runs of Sex and the City?
Maybe...
But wasn't she IN LUST and IN LOVE with BIG!? Carrie, my dear, help a girl out!
Because I couldn't find the answer, I decided to define the two:
(In the same manor I used to write pro/con lists between two crushes in high school) And this is what I came up with:
Lust is:
sexy,
passionate,
tempting,
crazy,
HOT!
that lovely feeling you get when the butterflies tingle throughout your entire body upon mere thought of him/her,
unexpected,
upon first sight,
upon first kiss,
WES WELKER?! (I kid, I kid)
In other words, lust is an overwhelming feeling that happens upon mere seconds of being within the vicinity of that person. It begs to question your sanity...
Love on the other hand, is a mutual understanding, a sense of security, a promise, an "I do", and an "I always will love you". (Please resist the urge to belt out Whitney right now, I had to.) Love is growing old together, a give and take, a reason to believe that everything IS possible. Love is what every living thing craves and NEEDS. More importantly, love is not only a combination of all these entities, but love IS that fun sexy side of lust.
Yes, it's true.
You can be MADLY IN LOVE and LUST after your partner. But you must be careful not to confuse the two...
Agh. I need another manual.
Confusing the two, will not only lead you into believing you too, can be the character phenomenon Stephanie Myer seemingly created over night (Bella), but believing one's intentions are far less than what you expected. And thanks to Mr. Shakespeare himself, I do believe this to be true: "Expectation is the root of all heartache."
I was once in love/lust.
I say love/lust because I was totally head over heels "in love"? Or so I thought. It turns out I had spent a solid year of my life trying to convince my knight in shining tinfoil, that we were in fact going to have a solid future together. Maybe it was his perfect smile...or the way his ass looked in a pair of jeans...either way our relationship was entirely divulged in a sea of passion followed by arguments that would lead us no where.
How did I determine it was simply lust? From the moment I tried to have an honest conversation with him. I could not cry on his shoulder, reveal my deepest darkest secrets, or simply be myself in fear that he would not accept me...
That my friends is not love. Love is being able to completely lose it; go BAT-SHIT crazy. (You know those crazy conversations you have with him after too many glasses of wine that go a little something like this: YOU DON'T LOVE ME ANYMORE! I'M NOT PRETTY ENOUGH! YOU CHECKED OUT THE GIRL AT THE DELI! WAH!) Don't act like you haven't done it... OR those lovely tantrums you throw when you are on your period. SHIT, he might as well just call a guy's night. The forecast is calling for unreasonable crying, The Notebook, and chocolate covered chips.)
Love, my friends, is being able to HANDLE and ACCEPT that MESS! :) But seriously, you know you are in love when your partner is able to accept you for you and you are able to accept him for him. Love is knowing that you have an actual future together...
HappyHour Readers: What are your thoughts on love and lust?
The answer is simple: Lust is simply that burning desire and yearning to eagerly find LOVE. In layman's terms? It's a deceivingly wonderful mask that our object of affection wears to make us believe we are actually IN love.
But how do we decipher the two? Isn't there a manual for this kind of thing?
Now for those of you who know me, Carrie is my love slash relationship goddess. But can she provide the answers I need as I watch countless re-runs of Sex and the City?
Maybe...
But wasn't she IN LUST and IN LOVE with BIG!? Carrie, my dear, help a girl out!
Because I couldn't find the answer, I decided to define the two:
(In the same manor I used to write pro/con lists between two crushes in high school) And this is what I came up with:
Lust is:
sexy,
passionate,
tempting,
crazy,
HOT!
that lovely feeling you get when the butterflies tingle throughout your entire body upon mere thought of him/her,
unexpected,
upon first sight,
upon first kiss,
WES WELKER?! (I kid, I kid)
In other words, lust is an overwhelming feeling that happens upon mere seconds of being within the vicinity of that person. It begs to question your sanity...
Love on the other hand, is a mutual understanding, a sense of security, a promise, an "I do", and an "I always will love you". (Please resist the urge to belt out Whitney right now, I had to.) Love is growing old together, a give and take, a reason to believe that everything IS possible. Love is what every living thing craves and NEEDS. More importantly, love is not only a combination of all these entities, but love IS that fun sexy side of lust.
Yes, it's true.
You can be MADLY IN LOVE and LUST after your partner. But you must be careful not to confuse the two...
Agh. I need another manual.
Confusing the two, will not only lead you into believing you too, can be the character phenomenon Stephanie Myer seemingly created over night (Bella), but believing one's intentions are far less than what you expected. And thanks to Mr. Shakespeare himself, I do believe this to be true: "Expectation is the root of all heartache."
I was once in love/lust.
I say love/lust because I was totally head over heels "in love"? Or so I thought. It turns out I had spent a solid year of my life trying to convince my knight in shining tinfoil, that we were in fact going to have a solid future together. Maybe it was his perfect smile...or the way his ass looked in a pair of jeans...either way our relationship was entirely divulged in a sea of passion followed by arguments that would lead us no where.
How did I determine it was simply lust? From the moment I tried to have an honest conversation with him. I could not cry on his shoulder, reveal my deepest darkest secrets, or simply be myself in fear that he would not accept me...
That my friends is not love. Love is being able to completely lose it; go BAT-SHIT crazy. (You know those crazy conversations you have with him after too many glasses of wine that go a little something like this: YOU DON'T LOVE ME ANYMORE! I'M NOT PRETTY ENOUGH! YOU CHECKED OUT THE GIRL AT THE DELI! WAH!) Don't act like you haven't done it... OR those lovely tantrums you throw when you are on your period. SHIT, he might as well just call a guy's night. The forecast is calling for unreasonable crying, The Notebook, and chocolate covered chips.)
Love, my friends, is being able to HANDLE and ACCEPT that MESS! :) But seriously, you know you are in love when your partner is able to accept you for you and you are able to accept him for him. Love is knowing that you have an actual future together...
HappyHour Readers: What are your thoughts on love and lust?
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| Stellar Sky |
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Planning
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| jeanetteangel |
"I get up every morning determined to both change the world and have one hell of a good time. Sometimes this makes planning my day difficult."
EBWhite
EBWhite
Friday, December 9, 2011
Web of Deception
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| I found this photo on Pinterest: wish I knew the artist... |
Although she tried, she could no longer comprehend the thoughts that cascaded dolefully throughout her uneasy mind. And as he kissed her, logic became that of the distance past. Unwillingly, as if her body was not her own, she found her limbs tangled around his warm body. The fear however, filled her heavy heart. It would only be a matter of time, she thought to herself, as she stared at the opulent ceiling above her. Like the familiar road one frequents, his lips traveled the contours of her womanly curves; memorizing every inch of her body.
Why, she wondered, did he have to break down the walls she had built to protect herself? Disaster bared a sense of beauty, but the allurement of love glistened helplessly before her hopeful eyes. When would it crumble before her? When would he realize the pattern of self destruction she had grown accustomed to? The thought alone was a splintering intrusion to her wounded heart.
Her gun laid before them on the nightstand. Once again she was reminded of the mistakes and decisions she had impulsively made. Did she really need the money? The off-shore account that threatened the life of the one she loved?
His mouth moved from her chest to her stomach where a scar presented itself. Although she longed to forget that particular evening, she could still see the knife entering her body and the warm blood that seeped from her blouse. They had threatened her, black-mailed her, and tortured her. She was their prisoner; a puppet within the hands of the vindictive. He would never know of her struggle; the inner turmoil that festered unbridled hatred.
It had been their second date.
Although she had told herself, "Just a kiss", chemistry and two glasses of Merlot changed that simple promise. After dinner, they had found themselves on her unmade bed passionately intertwined. And as his masculine finger grazed the contour of her scar, she remembers him asking "What happened darling." She however avoided the question, and pulled him in for a kiss.
She later told him it was a simple surgery. Yet another lie to add to the web of deception.
I'm Getting Old...
26.
Ugh.
Sadly, I will be leaving that comfortable, self-assured state of being in my early twenties. Slowly but surely, I am beginning to graze the LATE twenties side of the spectrum. Sigh.
And you want to know what's even more disappointing? Things like crock-pots and home decor gets me as excited as frat parties used to...
With that being said, I found a WONDERFUL blog about DIY Home Decor and I just had to share!
Ugh.
Sadly, I will be leaving that comfortable, self-assured state of being in my early twenties. Slowly but surely, I am beginning to graze the LATE twenties side of the spectrum. Sigh.
And you want to know what's even more disappointing? Things like crock-pots and home decor gets me as excited as frat parties used to...
With that being said, I found a WONDERFUL blog about DIY Home Decor and I just had to share!
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| Header for DIY Design Fanatic |
Follow this link to her amazing blog and tips on how to decorate your home!
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Wardrobe Make-Over: Lace Tights!
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| http://tiredofbull.tumblr.com/ |
Have a pair of holey jeans that need a little style makeover?!
Simply add a pair of lacy tights!
You can experiment with many different colors and styles as well!
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Midnight in the Garden of Good & Evil
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| Pinterest/beauty-ful |
"Rule number one: Always stick around for one more drink. That's when things happen. That's when you find out everything you want to know.
John Berendt- Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil
Thursday, December 1, 2011
My Kinda Crazy
She says
"Look baby I'm a rock star"
Grabs my old guitar
Playin' it upside down
Dancin' around
In front of our tv
I can't see the ballgame
So I just wave my lighter and say
Yeah, rock on baby
I'd rather watch you anyway
But when you're done
Can I come backstage
And get you to sign your name
On that zeppelin shirt of mine you're wearin'
I'll never wash that thing again
Yeah and she's my kinda crazy
The little games she plays
Lord they'll never get old
She's too cute to get on my last nerve
The way she throws her little fits
Pokin' out her lip and bitin' mine when we kiss
There ain't a fight that she can't win
That's my baby
And she's my kinda crazy
You ought to see her in my pickup
She's gotta have that radio up
Bless her heart, she can't sit still
Head in my lap, bare feet on the windshield
Says, C'mon baby let me drive
Now honey it's a stick shift
Remember what you did last time
Oh...
She never let's me rest
She keeps me up all night
Known to roll me off the bed
And steal the covers off my side
But I hear, "Wake up sleepy head"
And I open up my eyes
And it's all worth the while
That's my baby
And she's my kinda crazy
"Look baby I'm a rock star"
Grabs my old guitar
Playin' it upside down
Dancin' around
In front of our tv
I can't see the ballgame
So I just wave my lighter and say
Yeah, rock on baby
I'd rather watch you anyway
But when you're done
Can I come backstage
And get you to sign your name
On that zeppelin shirt of mine you're wearin'
I'll never wash that thing again
Yeah and she's my kinda crazy
The little games she plays
Lord they'll never get old
She's too cute to get on my last nerve
The way she throws her little fits
Pokin' out her lip and bitin' mine when we kiss
There ain't a fight that she can't win
That's my baby
And she's my kinda crazy
You ought to see her in my pickup
She's gotta have that radio up
Bless her heart, she can't sit still
Head in my lap, bare feet on the windshield
Says, C'mon baby let me drive
Now honey it's a stick shift
Remember what you did last time
Oh...
She never let's me rest
She keeps me up all night
Known to roll me off the bed
And steal the covers off my side
But I hear, "Wake up sleepy head"
And I open up my eyes
And it's all worth the while
That's my baby
And she's my kinda crazy
-Brantley Gilbert
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