Dear Justin Timberlake...

First things first: Boys II Men was amazing. Those guys can JAM still. I wanted more of them. I was slightly embarrassed for 98 Degrees. And NKOTB put on one of the best shows I've ever seen. I was NOT expecting that. And their new stuff is actually pretty good...

What I was expecting, and what I got to see, was 30 year old women LOSING THEIR MINDS all night. 
As you probably would, I spent most of the time listening to the music, but watching these women lose their minds. It was HILARIOUS. 
But then I realized I couldn't really make fun of them...because I would be that woman crying and jumping up and down if Nsync ever did a reunion tour. 

Look y'all - Joey even wants one! But now he looks like this because we all know it would never ever happen.

I think we all know the reason said tour would never ever ever ever happen. That reason is Mr. Justin Timberlake. I don't think he knows how many people he is disappointing, because he's over there in la-la land with J.Biel and Jay-Z and Beyonce living the life. So I would like to let him know.
Dear Justin, 
Hi. Remember me? I'm just one of the million fans who helped you get to where you are today. Do I like your new stuff? UHHH DUH. Did I enjoy your movies? UHHH DUH. (But mainly because I got to stare at your pretty self for 2 hours.)
But forget about all that shit. What we want is an NSYNC reunion tour. We all know that the rest of the guys are pro tour, so it's 100% you that is denying us of our dreams. 
If Jessica could find it in her heart to forgive you for being a man-whore, I KNOW that the guys will forgive you for not inviting them to your wedding. (But seriously, that was rude. RULLL rude.) 
I've now seen 98 Degrees and BSB (but don't worry, NSYNCer for life) at their reunion tours, and it just made me sad. I need some digital get down, just got paid, booty rockin in my life. 
We forgave you for your cornrow phase, I think we could forgive you for taking so long to do a reunion tour. Also, all of us are working girls now, so we could afford to pay the outrageously priced ticket that will accompany said tour. 
JUST GET IT TOGETHER. Until then, I'll keep watching my Live at Madison Square Garden DVD to hold me over.

things on thursday

If that's not a thing, I just made it one. I had a great idea for a post last night, but then we started watching Monster's University (I probably should not admit HOW we watched it for fear of someone arresting us) and it was over at 11pm and I don't really function after that time on a weeknight. So things it is!

Thing One: Guesssss who we are going to see tonight? I'll give you a hint. One band is dancing choreographed moves when they probably definitely should not be doing that still. One could sing to me all day with their smooth R&B yumminess. And one I don't really care much about, but they'll be fun to see. 

yuuuuup. Sing to me, Nick Lachey.

Thing Two: I cannot find a media cabinet that I like. Well, I'm sure I could find one if I felt like spending $2000 on something that is just going to SIT THERE. No thanks! The new TV is 63" wide, and what is under there right now is 32" wide - so it looks silly and ridiculous. Way off scale! Here's what I'm thinking.

Work with me here. This dresser is from Ikea and only $149. And it's solid pine...unlike most of their solid MDF crapola. I would take the first two drawers out and make that a shelf to house the componets and leave the bottom two drawers in. I'm not sure the color, but I am thinking yellow. Something needs to POP off that stone wall! I'll just add this to my list of projects that will never get done.

Thing Three: WHY IN THE WORLD is Erin Andrews invading Kelly & Michael right now?! I've discussed my hatred for her on here before (sorrrrry Erin!) and this is no way okay with me. NO WAY. Thank goodness Sandy Bullock is on, that sort of saves it. Did you know she goes by Sandy in real life? Now you do. Also, she speaks fluent German. WHO KNEW!? The woman keeps getting better and better. And she's teaching it to her adorable son Louis. Presh. Sandy also just admitted that she wears Spanks. Love ya, mean it.

Thing Four: Move over NORTS.

There's a new kid in town. If you are a runner, or you just like wearing Norts - go get these new Nikes. I don't even know if they are new. Just get them. They are even more comfortable than my Lulu ones. So yea - GO. Speaking of that, I guess I have to admit that I am now a runner. If you count Couch to 5K as a runner. 

Thing Five: We're currently planning this:

...to go see this pretty lady. Yes, WE, as in A and I. Because A and Glenncoco have struck a friendship that is just adorable. Unfortunately some news we got this morning has thrown a wrench into the planning, but as soon as we hear the timing of that news, we can book this trip. And yes, it's $400 cheaper to fly into ATL and rent a car to drive the 4 hours to Charlotte. WHY AIRLINES, WHY?!

Oh hey, remember that bachelorette part I touched on TWO months ago? I'll be recapping that with photos tomorrow. 

wedding wednesday

We're nearing the end, y'all! I bet there are some FINALLY!'s being said right now. 

Before I get into the after party, I need to set the scene for what A and I did between leaving the reception and arriving at the hotel.

I guess what normal people would do from that point is go straight back to the hotel, into the honeymoon suite and not talk to anyone else for the rest of the night. But I wouldn't be writing this post if we did that, would I? No. 

We're driving down 1960 in Houston giving the driver directions (anyone else think he should have already known those?) when we see some friends turning left to head to Specs. For those of you not from the great state of Texas, Specs is the best liquor store known to mankind. 

All of a sudden, someone yelled out "turn left!" OK ok, that someone was me. I was now directing the limo driver to turn into the parking lot for specs. I just wanted to see my friends, you guys.

We catch the friends (who happen to be my parent's best friends from college and their daughter and her BF who are now good friends of A and mines. Love how that worked!) just before they leave and whatdoyaknow, they head back in with us. Without that, we wouldn't have this.

Two bottles of champagne? Don't mind if I do. And although A looks less enthused, he got some vodka. Our friends even bought it all for us as an additional wedding gift. We've clearly got some of the best friends out there.

There were more pictures, but said friend is no longer on FB so I can no longer see them. Stupid FB!

After the pitstop, we headed back to the hotel, ran upstairs to change real fast, and headed back down (with champagne in hand) to join in on the after party. More on how we took over the hotel lobby next week.

double shenanies

I had grand plans for this post, y'all. GRAND. I was going to do a double weekend update because I never shared last weekend's fun...but then my iPhone decided to be a jerk and so here I am, PHOTOLESS. (OK, I have two, but it's because I uploaded them to FB.) 

This silly ol' iPhone of mine won't let me turn on WiFi among many other things. It's a YEAR old, y'all. IT SHOULD WORK GREAT STILL! Looks like someone (me, duh) will be going to the sprint store and not taking NO for an answer. (Inner Elizabeth will be coming out! And she probably wants me to mention that she is not a bitch in real everyday life. She just uses the forcefulness for situations like this.) 

Anyways. Last weekend. 

We went to dinner at Cadillac Bar for my friend Haylie's 25th birthday. Flag day birthday! Then we went and played board games at her place annnnd it was probably more fun than if we had gone to a bar. Does this mean I'm getting old?

Saturday we woke up and hit the road for a fraternity brother's wedding in Natchitoches. (Fun story - it's the sister town to Nacogdoches where I went to SFA. The Caddo Indian tribe founded both and thought they named it the same thing.) We stayed at the CUTEST B&B ever. The bedroom was massive, we had a sitting room (the size of a normal bedroom!) and a bathroom complete with a jacuzzi tub fit for three. Not that I would know if three people would fit in there. Ew. There was a full-on three-course breakfast on Sunday morning and I'm still dreaming of the homemade cherry crisp. GIVE ME MORE.

There's the one photo I have from the wedding. A's fraternity brothers have some of the sweetest wives, I am so lucky. The wedding was fun, but the band took WAY too many breaks, so that sucked. And I also look like the hunchback of notre dame. So that's cooooooool. 

Sunday we drove back and spend father's day with my Dad, Elizabeth and Reid laying in the pool. Elizabeth took a bunch of photos because "I never blog," but iPhone won't send them to me. BOOOOO again. 

Now, this weekend.

Friday night we FaceTimed with balexa + glennjamin and drank champs with them. We may be 89237875 miles apart, but we can still drink champagne together. It's as good as we can get it. Then we went to bed at like 11. OLD.

Saturday A woke up way too early to go golf outside in the almost 100 degree weather. Boys. I lounged around the house and unpacked a bit and then got ready to go to the Gender Reveal party to see if my brother and his wife would be having a boy or girl! I obviously was Team Girl, but only because I already have a nephew and I need someone to put bows on. But the balloons were blue, so it's a boy! I am SO excited, really. I'll just have to keep hoarding the bows for myself. They are going to be such great parents, and little Logan Russell is going to be the cutest little Lindsey out there. AND my brother was the last one to be able to carry on the family name! Lindsey lives on!

Megan (little sister) and I at the Gender Reveal party with the Reid man. He's excited to have a new BFF in November! And yes, it does look like A is checking us out. 

Saturday night Megan and her boyfriend were our first guests! They came down and we went to dinner at Crisp. Insert yummy food pictures here. They went out and A and I relaxed and went to bed around 11. OLD.

Yesterday was full of picking up things that were still at my parent's house and more organizing the house. IT WILL NEVER END.

sneaky peeky

Fun story: One time I tweeted a picture of my save the dates and I put "sneak peak!" and was tweeted back by an account whose only goal was to reply to people who made that same mistake. I couldn't stop laughing for about an hour. Maybe you had to be there...

So, you wanna see my house, do ya? All you're getting today is a sneak peek. Things are not ready/unpacked/assembled, and by the rate I'm going, you'll get your full blog post in about a year. HA. I'm going to Round Top in September, so it's likely it won't FULLY be completed until then, but A would kill me if I took until then to get everything else put together. In reality, we only have 4 boxes left to unpack, but it's the ughhhhh stuff. 

Back to the interesting things, the pictures!

Easily my favorite part of the house, so far. And the couch is a PERFECT fit. By that, I mean there's not a centimeter to spare. Did I measure that? NOPE. Lucky ol' me!

I am kind of obsessed with this cabinet. It's ready for a party! I do plan on changing the hardware, it's too modern for my liking. And eventually we are looking into having the cabinets re-finished into an antique white. 

Helloooooo lover.

Upstairs is the third bedroom (to be my office and in the FAR future the nursery), the laundry room and the master suite. Can I just say how amazing it is to have the washer and dryer two feet away from your bedroom? IT'S AMAZING. Downstairs is the guest area - the first and second bedroom with a jack and jill bathroom. And then a linen closet and the front door and door to the garage. And the plantation shutters are on EVERY window. Swoooooon.

A complete work in progress, but this weekend we will be mounting the TV and also buying another identical shelving unit to place on the other side. I'll be painting them a bright color and buying some tall things to go on top. This thing looked tall in our old place!!

I should have taken these photos during the day so you could see how bright everything is, but I'll do that in the full reveal post. Now come visit!

my inner elizabeth

Moving is stressful. I think that you would all agree with me on that. And, nine times out of ten, things go wrong. Take it from someone who has moved EVERY year since 2006. (Seriously, my advice to people in college is to move into an APT and STAY THERE for the rest of your time there.) 

Just about everything went wrong this time. I mean, EVERYTHING. You all know about the loan drama from last week - we were able to close on time, but we still had issues with that. So what did I do with all of this? I thought to myself, self - what would Elizabeth do? And I did it. How did I apply these lessons? Let's explore.

I think I'll make this an ongoing series. She has some good advice. Today's advice is to be a bitch to get what you want. That sounds rude - but I think you'll understand after I elaborate. I guess a nicer way to say this would be to be forceful and not stop until you get what you want. And, of course, if you do this in everyday life, you probably are just a rude person. If you use this skill in specific situations, it can be a good thing. 
ETA: Elizabeth is my older sister! 

You see, I'm a pushover. As in, someone tells me no and I just give up and walk away. This comes from my insane need to ALWAYS be a people pleaser. Sometimes that's a good thing, most times it's not. I need to stand up for myself more often...hence where the lesson from Elizabeth comes in. 

I first used this skill for the move when we were at Conn's to buy the fridge. As I mentioned previously (and here's where I would link to an old post if I were a real blogger who wasn't so lazy), we were at Conn's for 5 hours before they finally let us buy the fridge. After they told us "sorry, we can't approve you, this offer letter with A's salary could have been made up," I put my foot down and said something like this: "Look Keeon, we have been here for five hours. We even drove home and got the papers you said we needed - the papers that you said we would FOR SURE be approved with. We are not leaving and waiting two months for him to get more paychecks in and then coming back for the fridge. I know that this is not your fault, you are not the one who chooses to approve people or not, but we are not leaving without a fridge today."

And what do ya know? We got the fridge. The key, I believe, was the I know it's not your fault line. While being the bitch to get what you want, you still have to be nice while doing it. That makes zero sense while writing it out, but I think you get it. I first learned this skill from Elizabeth in high school when every single phone (for about 5 years) she got for free. She could talk Sprint into giving her anything, I swear.

I should have used this skill the other day when Conn's decided, at the LAST MINUTE, that they couldn't deliver our fridge to our new house because they didn't have proof that we owned it. Let that sink in. WHY THE HELL DOES IT EVEN MATTER?! They also needed to know how long we lived at our previous address and why we left. All of this information to deliver a fridge that we had already been approved for. By this point, I was tired. I just let A deal with it and we waited an extra day to get the fridge. Had I used the Life Lesson from Elizabeth, I probably would have received it on the original day, but c'est la vie. 

Lucky ol' me also got to use this life lesson at the U-Haul place...although it didn't work because the owner is an ex-marine and he still takes that VERY seriously to this day. A' picked up the U-haul at 5pm on Monday and the lady working there told him he could access our unit at any time throughout the night. We took one load (things in my parent's garage) to the house and then headed to the unit around 9pm. Guess what? It's not 24 hours. Access closes at 6:25. YOU KNOW - BECAUSE PEOPLE DON'T WORK ALL DAY OR ANYTHING. (Can you tell I'm still mad about this?) There was the cell number for the GM should you need anything after hours. Guess what? It was disconnected. GREAT. We went back the next day and I was told that the lady A talked to was new and didn't know anything. (Ok, how is that our fault?) When I told them: "Are you aware that the number is disconnected? This is terrible customer service. What happens if something was really wrong?" : I was told that they knew it was wrong and they had ordered a new sign. It would arrive in two weeks. UHHHH. I tried to follow my Elizabeth Lessons, but this guy was NOT having it. It was his way or the highway. In the end, we had to pay for an extra day on the truck because of all of this - and there was NO talking him out of it. 

All in all - I can't really complain too much. We have a very nice house, we are in said house, and we have nice things in the house. (Like the 70" TV we HAD to get...) It may take us an extra week to unpack all of our things, but we can live without a toaster for a while. (Says the one who doesn't even use the toaster.)

thanks for making it through! this was really just an excuse for me to vent it seems. but, more life lessons to follow. she's the best and she taught me a lot. 

wedding wednesday

I'm baaaaaack. And I'm a homeowner! But That'll be another post for another day. Lots to do on the home-front before I share anything about that. 

So, today I'll be finishing up the reception posts with one big shebang. (I got around 3,000 pictures from my photographer, so this was HARD.) And here we go...hope you like pictures! These are just some of my favorite ones from the night. Random and out of control, just like the night :) And since this fancy iMac doesn't even have a DISC drive, I pulled these off FB and the quality is kind of pooey. Sorry!

So maybe I chugged the glass. And by maybe, I mean definitely.

And then I stole A's. Did you think I was lying about the champagne thing?

Copperhead road!

Sorry for ending this post on a sad note, but my sweet Uncle Al, in the center, passed away over the weekend. I am so blessed that he was able to attend our wedding. He was the uncle that sent me baseball bats growing up to "keep the boys away." He's in a better place now and out of pain, but my sweet Aunt is hurting. 

Tune in tomorrow for a PSA about never buying anything from Conn's. Riveting stuff, my friends. 

a letter to my BFF

Dear Taylor Swift, 

I'll admit it. I fell off your train for a while. See, I really liked you when you first came out. Enough to pre-order your first CD...you know, when you were still small enough to do a pre-order that came with a free autographed copy of the CD. (Don't hate me, but I think I could sell it to some crazed fan and make a lot of money.)

I even went to see Rascal Flatts with friends just so I could see you...the opener to the opener. 

I was the only one in the group who knew more than "Tim McGraw." I was kindaaaa a fan girl. You know, before it was the cool thing to be one. 

But then it started to be the cool thing to like you, and I was way older than 12, and well, you kinda got a little crazy there for a little while. And I know it's not your fault, but they played your stuff SO MUCH on the radio that I just got tired of it. 

So I left you on your own for a few years, and things were going fine. And then...I went to your recent concert. And the love affair started again. Sure, there were way more teenyboppers than people there my age, but you rocked it. 

But I still didn't want to be your BFF. Why do I want to be your BFF now? All thanks to a video I stumbled upon because a girl I know (A would call her my friend, but let's face it...we met twice and now we are FB friends.) is in the background. Someone posted it on her wall (oh, did I mention that she was in the background because she was Hunter Hayes's date? Don;t worry, they're just BFFs.) saying "aren't you glad you didn't look like this?"

UHHH NO. Maybe the reason I fell in BFF love is because that is EXACTLY how I would look like. I may have danced for 15 years of my life...but ballet doesn't give you rhythm. So please, enjoy my new favorite video, but don't try and steal my BFF. 

Oh, and Taylor? Sorry I ever doubted you. Love you, mean it. 

wedding wednesday

 

It's baaaack! But late, as always, because when I blog on my PC, everything else shuts down and gets slow and annoying. Mac for the win, again.

 

Last WW (forever ago), I gave you all some advice for the big day. Had you asked me prior to my wedding day to give that advice, it would have included "don't do a money dance." I think the money dance (or dollar dance) might be a southern thing, so some of you might be confused by this. It's basically a series of a few songs where people line up and pay you money to dance with you. My thoughts on this prior to the wedding? Tacky. But since pretty much EVERY wedding Andre' and I had been to prior to ours had one, I told him we could do one too.

 

My thoughts on ours? LOVED IT. And no, I'm not a brat, I didn't love it because we made a lot of money from it, I loved it because of how many people I got to dance with! This allows you another opportunity to interact with your guests, but in the most fun way possible - DANCING. What gets better than that?

 



 

My sister was the money collector - sorry, but nothing was getting pinned to my dress on my watch - and the line trafficker.

 



Sorry, Boo, had to post this one. Love you!

 

Andre' dancing with his sweet MawMaw. Or Mamaw? Or however you spell that. It confuses me on the daily.

 

 

 

 

all that money is for meeeee?!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Then there was the part where my brother-in-law dropped me. Don't worry, I got right back up and more importantly - no champagne was spilled - but it was probably one of the funniest parts of the night.

 

 

Moral of the story: I still think they are kind of tacky, but I am glad we did it because of the chance to talk to more people throughout the reception. I still remember the sweet talk I had with A's friend/groomsman Ross and I will always remember/laugh about Chad dropping me. Memories :)