I'd rather go Naked

Khloe Kardashian took a stand on animal cruelty on Keeping Up with the Kardashians with PETA’s national campaign, “I’d rather go naked than wear fur campaign.” It was a great episode to make you aware of animal cruelty and the pain and suffering animals go through just so we can look “fashionable.” It is sick and disgusting.

Growing up I was always an anti-meat eater. I don’t know if I would actually consider myself a vegetarian. However, I do not eat red meat. I will sometimes eat chicken, but after watching this episode, I am back to veggies and am making a solid attempt to be a straight vegetarian.

I just wanted to give kudos to Khloe for standing up for a great cause and being a voice for animals. And although she was uncomfortable with her body she did it, and looked awesome. She took not only a stand for animals, but for woman everywhere who feel uncomfortable in their skin—she did it and did it well.

Leprechaun’s kicked my booty this year.

The 65-degree St. patty’s Day is what started the hot debauchery in the first place. I vowed that I would not go out for St. Patty’s day this year (or at least wait to go out after work), but then after confirming the weather for St. Patty’s day…I had to go. No if, ands or buts. It’s usually freezing cold, and miserable. Not 65 and sunny.

It was a beautiful day in the neighborhood, and St. Patrick’s Day was all mine. I didn’t even drink that much, but what killed me was the one cup of tea and shamrock cookie I ate for breakfast, it wasn’t what I ate that was stupid, it was that was the only thing I ate ALL day!

I also need to remind myself regularly that you drink beer OR liquor. Do not mix; it always ends in bad memories, no memories or the worst headache. I should just stick with my good friends Red Bull and Vodka and I’ll always be happy, they never let me down.

At some point in the day. I am having trouble justifying whom I talked to and why I had several random numbers texting me the next day, but whatever the day was all in good fun. Besides if you aren’t memorable to me even when I am drunk, you probably aren’t someone I want to talk to anyway. Mean, probably? I’ll admit it.

This St. Patrick’s Day did one thing missing: my Grandpa, but I was sure to celebrate in style to make him proud. As he would have said. “If you’re lucky enough to be Irish, you’re lucky enough” and I am!!

I'm Already Gone...

With American Idol in full effect it takes me back to the original American Idol….Miss Kelly Clarkson. I’m a huge fan of her newest album, All I Ever Wanted. I particularly love the song Already Gone Lyrics. It reminds me of my first love and no matter how bad they want something to work, or don’t want to let go of something. You have to do it for yourself. It isn’t that you don’t love that person; you just know the situation is poison.

My first love probably loved me more than anyone ever has, but it just didn’t feel right. I wanted it to last forever and never meant to hurt him, but I know I made him jaded for quite sometime. I’ve always wanted him to be happy and hope he finds all the happiness in the world. Even though I hope I find happiness before him (sorry we are all entitled to be selfish sometimes) .I still want him to be one of the happiest and luckiest people in the world.

This song is sad, but makes me incredibly happy that I did the right thing.

Kelly Clarkson
Already Gone Lyrics

Remember all the things we wanted
Now all our memories, they're haunted
We were always meant to say goodbye
Even without fists held high, yeah
Never would have worked out right, yeah

We were never meant for do or die
I didn't want us to burn out
I didn't come here to hurt you nowI
can't stopI want you to know
That it doesn't matter
Where we take this road
Someone's gotta goAnd I want you to know
You couldn't have loved me better
But I want you to move on
So I'm already gone
Looking at you makes it harder
But I know that you'll find another
That doesn't always make you wanna cry
Started with a perfect kiss
Then we could feel the poison set in
Perfect couldn't keep this love alive
You know that I love you so
I love you enough to let you go
I want you to know
That it doesn't matter
Where we take this road
Someone's gotta go
And I want you to know
You couldn't have loved me better
But I want you to move on
So I'm already gone
I'm already goneI
'm already gone
You can't make it feel right
When you know that it's wrongI
'm already gone
Already gone
There's no moving on
So I'm already gone
Already gone, already gone, already gone, Oooo, ohAlready gone, already gone, already gone, yeah
Remember all the things we wanted
Now all our memories, they're haunted
We were always meant to say goodbyeI want you to know
That it doesn't matter
Where we take this road
Someone's gotta go
And I want you to know
You couldn't have loved me better
But I want you to move on
So I'm already goneI'm already gone
I'm already gone
You can't make it feel right
When you know that it's wrong
I'm already gone
Already gone
There's no moving on
So I'm already gone...

Unhappy = Happy?

The weekend is quickly approaching again, AWESOME! I am super excited for such a grand adventure. And although I may be sick (w/ some weird cold and cough), my germs and I plan to get into some “trouble”. Not making out with random people trouble, but good old fun and fabulousness.
However before I get to my weekend of good ole fun let’s talk about something…my need to be miserable.

Last night I decided I actually think I might enjoy being miserable. Okay, wait miserable might be a bit of an overstatement—how about unhappy. Because whenever I am happy, I feel this need to be depressed and unhappy. Then when I am depressed and unhappy, I feel this need to be happy (sometimes), but I would settle for just “okay.” Is this bad?

I don’t want anyone feeling bad for me either because this isn’t the purpose because in a weird way unhappy is happy for me, does that make sense? Or better yet, maybe I think I am unhappy, but I am really happy…hmmmm…something to ponder.
I mean when it comes down to it I have awesome friends and family. I have a job. I have a lot of nice things that a lot of people don’t have. In general my life is pretty good. I love it, but I prefer to be blah…

I’m admitting it just once…so pay attention

Normally, when a “relationship” goes bad with someone I am dating--even if it doesn’t end horribly bad and is mutual. I always blame the guy because, well, it’s easier than trying to understand what is wrong with me. I usually find myself saying “He is immature” or “He has some growing up to do.” Which there is probably some truth behind all that. However, at the same time I AM NOT PERFECT (that word is almost a swear word to me), I could probably grow up a little bit myself.


Yep, you heard it here. Once and only once, I am not P*****T ;) I know I can be a pusher {no I am not talking about drugs}. I am great at pushing people away; I know just what to say or do to get people to get out of my life. Or I can never man up to tell people how I really feel until it is too late. Maybe, that is the boy is my inner boy…or I am just JADED!

Karma, She is Such a Bitch

I’ve heard other (including myself) saying:

Karma’s a bitch.

Nope they are right, she is. It is a moral state, what goes around comes around. And I was definitely bitch slapped by karma this past weekend, but it all goes back to Wednesday at the Cavilers game with my friend BK.

We are sitting in out seats while some middle-aged woman is dropping peanuts/popcorn all over BK. Of course, he isn’t happy about this, who would be? She was laughing—that isn’t funny. Accidents are one thing, but she was just being careless. So of course BK turns around and gives her an evil glare. I also turn around and give her a dirty look. But this isn’t where my/our karma started to kick in.

The game ends…we are walking to our car. The man in front of us steps on some girl’s foot. He had a big old boot on his leg and she had these little flats on and all of a sudden we hear: Owe, Owe, Owe! And for some reason BK and I thought that was hilarious—we were laughing till we were crying. It happened for a good five minutes—we could see her hobbling & hear her complaining.

So that was Wednesday and Wednesday leads to Saturday.

We are at the bar around 8:30 Saturday night, drinking, laughing and having a good time. When all of a sudden…

BK: Look there is Phil!

Me: Shut up I am not looking. You are lying.

BK: No really look there is Phil.

Me: Really? (I turn around)

Side note: The whole thing Phil situation was a little sticky or one might call it “loose” there was never really a label put on it—which after six months someone should have spoken up—good or bad. It ended with me running into him randomly at a local bar and seeing him kiss another girl, and me realizing—now is not the time Surprisingly, I am not bitter (anymore) and appreciate him much more as a friend.

THERE'S Phil
And BK thought it was hilarious. Literally, he was doubled over laughing and crying.

It was nice seeing Phil, but none-the-less it is still seemingly awkward after the last time of running into him randomly. So there was my Karma running into someone who I didn’t want to see on a particular night (not that I don’t love him to death, but just not that night). However, BK’s karma got him even harder…

1 For laughing at the girl at the Cavs game
2 For laughing at me because Phil was at the bar.

Later in the night we went to a different bar to meet up with some friends. We were hanging out, having a semi-decent time and we were all kind of getting tired and ready to head home when. We asked Lauren what we were waiting for.

Lauren: We are waiting for Molly to get here.

Me: BK—we are waiting for Molly!

BK: Great!

Side note: Molly is this girl BK dated briefly and when he called her to ask her what her Valentines Day plans were she said “Someone already beat you too it” Again it was another loose situation. However, it still sucks.

THERE'S MOLLY!
I laughed--which probably means Karma is after me--again!

Our valuable lesson learned: Do not laugh at other people—other wise you end up seeing people you don’t want to see or that you don’t mind seeing, but not under certain circumstances. Oh, Karma—you bitch.

Milestones...

A quarter century of my life has come and gone and there are so many things I wish I had done. However, there are things I did that I never imagined I would do by twenty-five. The next milestone in my life is thirty, WOW! So I came up with a list of 10 things I would like to do by the time I am thirty. Looking at them they seem simple, but some things are easier said than done.

10 things I want to do before I turn thirty.

One: Go to Greece

Deux: Learn French

Three: Meet the man of my dreams (I didn’t say get married)

Four: Own a Christian Dior Bag (and a big one)

Five: Have a job I love going to everyday (planning, organizing) and get my masters (they go hand in hand)

Six: Run a marathon

Seven: Have at least a title and 4 chapters done in my first adult book (opposed to a children’s book)

Eight: Own a BMW

Nine: Move out of Ohio

Ten: Pay off my debts.


I hope that the Browns, Cavaliers and Indians all win a Championship or at least one of them before I turn thirty, but that isn’t up to me.

Milestones—do they suck? Or are they fun? Depends what you make of them!

What 10 things do you want to achieve before your next milestone? Think about it.