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.

Thank God BSB is tonight, otherwise Eff My Life

So...the day has arrived...the loves of my life are returning to the stage at Chastain Amphitheatre! That's right! Backstreet's Back Alright!!!!!!!!! And thank GOD for that. This morning on my way to work, my car completely died. Like, engine went kaput. I had to deal with AAA and Hertz and didn't get to work until an hour ago. I should probably NOT be blogging right now, but working instead, BUT I simply can't NOT acknowledge that the Backstreet Boys are coming to Atlanta tonight so here we sit. I'll make this short and sweet.

This, on the Day AFTER Jesus Rose from the Dead

Happy Easter Monday everyone!

Ok I can't decide if I'm totally making this up or if this actually happened when I was in school but I feel like we used to have a 4-day weekend every Easter. Does that sound right? We had Good Friday and Easter Monday, right? Because I think that's why everyone would go down to the beach and get plastered on Easter weekend because they would spend that Monday traveling back from Panama City or some other STD-infested city. Is that right? Oh well. I'll just trust that I'm not taking crazy pills and that my high school used to give 4-day weekends (oh you episcopalians!).