Day 1 of re-evaluation: success

So yesterday was the first real day that I put into action my new mindset and goals of this new life of mine. Not only did I eat healthily and work out for an hour, I also abstained from alcohol, didn't drunk dial and made it to bed at a decent hour! Yeah bitches. That's right! What do you mean "uhh it was a Tuesday"? Who cares if drinking and drunk dialing aren't already a part of my Tuesday routine? The point is, I abstained. And I beat myself to a bloody pulp last night at the gym. Seriously, I was exhausted but I kept pushing to burn those few extra calories. And dammit, I did a great job if I do say so myself. Sure I may have sweated buckets and wanted to kill myself by the end, but that just means it's working, right? Right.

It's time to re-evaluate my life

When I was in college, I spent one year living in the sorority house and 1 of my 3 roommates would decide, after about 2 months of drunken debauchery, that she should re-evaluate her life. This usually occurred after a particularly crazy night of partying that resulted in some not-so-smart decisions. You wake up in the morning, full of regret, wishing you hadn't had that last tequila shot, and thinking, if I could do this night over again, I would. And I would change everything. But you can't. You can't change anything. And you did take that last shot right before you made that poor decision. And you begin to feel that the only way to make up for this self-destructive behavior is to "re-evaluate your life".

Sweet Dreams Are Made of These...?

Ok, this morning I was in one of those dreams where I absolutely couldn't wake up. I hit my snooze legit 15 times and I kept picking up right where I left off before the alarm started ringing. One of my childhood best friends has recently gotten engaged (like for realz, not just in the dream) and all of a sudden I'm her wedding planner/maid of honor. This is the most ridiculous thing in the world, first of all. I mean, yes, we're still friends and I'm sure I'll be invited to the wedding but...maid of honor? No. In no way, shape or form is that happening. And unless I'm subconsciously desiring to quit my day job and become a wedding planner a la J Lo in the loveable Matthew McConaughey chick flick, I don't see that happening either. But it was weird.

Because I'm too lazy, and this is hilarious

So I know I've mentioned Disaster on Heels (or DoH as I like to call it). Hilarious blogger that I suggest you follow/keep up with on the reg (a la Other Hot Messes You Should Check Out)-------->
This was a post from Sunday and it's freakin hilarious. So instead of me blogging today, I'm just going to link over to her. She's on a fun little trip to Mexico for an undisclosed amount of time and her conversations with the locals and the visitors are quite humorous. Enjoy it here!

Could my Gaggle be Evolving this Valentine's Day?

Well this is absolutely NOT what I expected to happen this Valentine's Day. There's a new guy in my gaggle as of Friday night around 2am. I know what you're thinking. 2am. Friday night. Hmm...isn't it true that nothing good ever happens after 2am? But you'd be wrong. I know what else you might be thinking and no, I didn't make any poor decisions. I only exchanged numbers with a tall attractive man and he may or may not end up being a key player in my gaggle pretty soon.

10 Do's & Dont's if you're single on Valentine's day

Ah yes, the holiday that keeps Hershey's and Hallmark in business. The dreaded Valentine's day. I've had my share of Valentine's Days spent with the one I loved/lusted after/loathed/liked. I've also had my share of Single V-Days. And to be totally honest, as a real adult, I think I've enjoyed more single V-days than ones that I was in a relationship. But I do have to say my favorite ever Valentine's day, the one that no other has compared to, had to be the one with my first REAL boyfriend back in high school, Stuart. We were in 9th grade and had only started dating like a week earlier. We went to different schools so we didn't get to see each other every day, but were very much in the puppy love stage of our lives. It was all so innocent, so sweet. First kisses, first boy that I really got butterflies for, first boy who ever touched my boob (outside of the shirt of course), all very PG.

Spring's coming early and I'm holding on to my resolutions

Who else is excited? I know I am. The groundhog didn't see his shadow yesterday which means that we get an early spring! Which is totally awesome! Because with an early spring, that means the spring festivals will actually be worth attending because we won't be freezing our ta-tas off while trying to enjoy some quality day-drinking. Oysterfest is right around the corner, then there's the early Sham(Yacht) Rock Festival the first weekend in March, followed by the actual St Patty's day celebration. Before you know it, Steeplechase and the Derby will be making their annual appearances and all of a sudden it's SUMMER!