Pretty soon, my summer life will disappear and I will be reintroducing myself to Expo markers and pencil sharpeners. If I have discovered nothing else, I have discovered that summer’s something I am all about.
Here’s the rundown:
Croft Sister Birthday Celebration
exploring new honky tonks
America's Birthday in THE BIG MI
exploring Chicago
tourist shopping on Broadway
helping the G-rents (front porch view. not kidding.)
Nashville music scene
Oh, summer life. Why must you leave?
Oh, how I love working retail. I’m being 100% real when I say that.
Today, about 10 minutes after we opened, this man was walking all over creation holding a jacket. He looked quite lost, so I moseyed on over to offer my assistance. As I gracefully approached, another salesperson warned me via high-tech walkie talkie that “that man’s mean and doesn’t need any help”. Too bad I was already mid-sentence asking how I could help him.
He loved me and turned out to not be mean at all. (My sweet disposition can melt the iciest of personalities.)
As I was ringing up this man’s purchases, he began telling me all about the wife to whom all of these items were being gifted (she’s much younger than he, works out 5 days a week, and works for a dermatologist–he’s “blessed”, in case you were wondering). He then launched into an explanation of her astrological sign and how being a Gemini made her a great teacher, good people person, blah blah blah.
Then he found out that my birthday was last Monday and that I, too, am a Gemini (good thing he said some nice stuff about us!). Then he asked some very probing questions about the state of my love life, which started to become a bit uncomfortable. All of that uncomfortableness washed away when he came up with a “reading” for me!
Apparently, I need to be a “social butterfly” during late November and early December. There will be a tall, dark, and handsome (my words, not his) gentleman awaiting me! He’ll be three to four years older than me and will have “some sort of title”. I’m hoping his title is not “Mapco station night attendant” (that dude was a cutie, but he wasn’t a keeper).
I’m liking the sound of this. Thank you, Mr. I Write the Astrology for InTouch Magazine!!
Who’s in for social butterfly-ing with me between Thanksgiving and Christmas?!
Turns out that Summer Ashley is more than a little it delusional. I truly have nothing. to. do. And the roommates are stuck in Guatemala. Therefore, I am stuck on my couch watching The First 48 reruns OnDemand.
Sometimes when I’m bored, I like to cook. But not this time! I don’t feel comfortable cooking in our new kitchen because there are approximately 3.75 square feet of free counter space. (Seriously.) I especially don’t feel comfortable cooking when I am literally the only person who might possibly have the opportunity to eat anything I cook. Nobody else is around, and I wouldn’t want to get fat.
Alas, this was not meant to be a lamentation on my pitiful summertime life. (I love it, btw.)
This post was meant to inform the world of something I have newly discovered: how to eat M&Ms. And how to NOT eat M&Ms.
How to eat M&Ms: cut up some strawberries, add some caramel syrup, throw in some M&Ms. Last week’s Glee on DVR optional.
How NOT to eat M&Ms: 1/2 cup Honey Bunches of Oats, 1 cup vanilla yogurt, caramel syrup, throw in some M&Ms.
I’m appalled that I even dared to try this last concoction, but these are the sorts of things that apparently happen when you don’t have a voice of reason around the house. It was mostly encouraged by the sad fact that the strawberries I bought tonight were growing some white fur, and couldn’t be consumed. (Thanks alot, Kroger. You’ll be seeing me tomorrow, since I clearly have nothing better to do with my time than return fuzzy strawberries.)
I need my roomies back!
Name that song. Got it? Good.
Yesterday was the official start to my summer. Hallelujah!!! I swear I heard angels singing when I woke up and the sun was shining through my un-blinded window. I spent the whole day rediscovering all of the amazing things I love about summertime. Here they are, in no particular order:
In short, I love summer because it allows me time to do all the things I normally don’t have time for (like smelling fresh cut grass).
Name that song. Got it? Good.
Yesterday was the official start to my summer. Hallelujah!!! I swear I heard angels singing when I woke up and the sun was shining through my un-blinded window. I spent the whole day rediscovering all of the amazing things I love about summertime. Here they are, in no particular order:
In short, I love summer because it allows me time to do all the things I normally don’t have time for (like smelling fresh cut grass).
I have this friend. Her name is Becky. She’s pretty amazing. In case you don’t know her, here’s the rundown: Becky is part sorority girl/part outdoorslady, part southern belle/part New Yorker, part art gallery attendee/part table dancer, part fashionista/part jorts-wearer, part introspective/part social butterfly, and the list could go on. In short: she’s fabulous and the kind of girl every girl wants to be.
at her finest
After college, Becky up and moved to New York to do her thing. No job, no apartment, just a few friends. Just up and moved. She ended up getting everything worked out and doing the NYC scene for a little while. Then, after realizing how crazy that place is, decided she needed to get away (if you want to read more about her New York journey, check out her tumblr site).
And what better method of getting away than to hike the Appalachian Trail? Yeah. She’s doing that. Like 1,100 miles, 80 days worth of wilderness. She is hoping to find opportunities to blog her journey over at Becky’s Appalachian Trail Adventure. There are some updates already posted, and it looks like she’s going to be needing some support.
She’s great and I just might want to be her when I grow up.
