On Opening My Big Fat Mouth

SEND PENCILS (and wine) cause I am gearing up for another whirl wind year in Middle School! 

We left off in my last post concerning my job with the dramatic line "I don't know when the next time I will have my own classroom is..." 

Well folks... I have an answer for you. The next time is now and the classroom is portable 313 and I start school on Thursday and I have a chalkboard... the novelty has already worn off in case you were wondering. 

I opened my big fat mouth multiple times (really more like a million times) and claimed that I was going to take a break from teaching. Reasons included; 

didn't want to get burned out.
The teaching landscape was just so different in a new state. 
I had the best set of students last year and I just couldn't get that lucky twice. 
My previous coworkers were too awesome and anyone would pale in comparison. 
I needed some variety. 
I wanted some more flexibility. 

All totally legit reasons. 
But as God tends to do my plans got wrecked and I found myself sitting in an interview chair for several teaching jobs. It was abundantly clear sitting in one interview that the job was meant to be mine. That small still voice in the back of my mind  whispered "take it" when I was offered the job on the spot. I did come home and talk to Reese about it, cause #marriage, but ultimately we did decided it was what I needed to be doing. 

Lesson learned DON'T OPEN YOUR BIG FAT MOUTH or you will end up tearing up in the school supply aisle and accepting a job to hang out with middle school kids for 8 hours a day (and not so secretly be in love with every minute of it). 


Things no one told me about getting married

So we are married. A month today actually, high fives all around!
I feel like the fog is finally lifting ever so slightly. Whew this whole getting married thing... WHY DID YALL NOT TELL ME (just kidding i've read all your blogs), but this whole huge life transition thing is NO JOKE. In month of marriage I have learned somethings things that I was not adequately prepared for. Be prepared for some mic drop style wisdom up in hurrrrrr (false, that last statement was very false).

Marriage comes with A LOT of cardboard boxes. 
Y'all taking a quick look around my living room I could 15 Bed Bath and Beyond boxes... and those are just the ones I can physically put my eyes on right now. Why did no one inform me that I was going to be swimming in cardboard? Don't get me wrong we are so grateful that our friends and family wanted to celebrate our new union with a new set of wine glasses, but there has GOT to be a more eco friendly way of saying "Congrats!"

Everyone leaves you alone... some times they even apologize for calling you.
Reese and I took a little Mini-moon to New Oreleans the Monday after the wedding (also Tip numero uno, DONT DO ANYTHING TILL AT LEAST TWO DAYS AFTER THE WEDDING, that is a demand) on Thursday all of a sudden we realized we had barely talked to anyone--friends, family, adoring fans. It was kinda nice, but at the same time when I actually talked to friends again they apologized for talking to me. I got married I didn't join the witness protection program. Please blow up my phone now!

We now have at least TWO of everything
Due to the fact we didn't get married right out of college (soooo not A&M of me!) we had semi-fully functioning households for the last four years which means quite literally 2+ of everything. 2 Couches, 2 dressers, 4 TVs! (seriously WHO NEEDS 4 TVs?), 6 (yes 6!) bottles of various brands of hot sauce! We have a full apartment and an even fuller storage unit! Anyone need a TV or two?

All People Don't have the Same Bed Time? 
Apparently there is not an international 10:30 bed time... who knew!

Wait you want to stay up till 2:30 am on a work night playing video games? Who are you? Is this a thing people do? You aren't tired the next day? I have so many questions! OK FINE ILL JUST SEE YOU IN THE MORNING.**

**All real quotes from our first three weeks of marriage

All in all this marriage thing is pretty great, especially since my husband (weird, still weird) just brought me a beer in a frosted mug. See I told you pretty great, pretty darn great. 


Lets Chat// Vol 3

Sadly, this is the best picture of me from the last week. 

FEELING// You know those old commercials that are all like "This is your brain, This is drugs. This is your brain on drugs"? That is how my brain is feeling but sub the word drugs for wedding. 

Y'all, take the 30 seconds to watch this... it will be the best 30 seconds of your day, I promise.

THINKING ABOUT// HOW FREAKING PUMPED I AM TO HAVE ALL THE PEOPLE I LOVE WILL BE IN THE SAME ROOM. As a girl who has moved quite a few times in her life to have people from all over the country in one room is REALLY EXCITING TO THINK ABOUT! 

LISTENING TO// Just like the last "Lets Chat" (which was regrettably like 2.5 months ago, whatever) I am still hooked on podcasts. Gilmore Guys and Undislcosed topped this weeks drive. 

HOWEVER, this song is also on repeat! 

READING// The wedding guest list #TableAssignmentsWillKillMe

WATCHING// ALL, like every single one, of the Gilmore Girl interviews from the reunion in Austin this weekend. I made the adult decision not to go, which totally sucked, and I think I will regret it for the rest of my life. 

Watch them here, here (they are a little long, but I can't think of a better way to spend a Friday) 

EATING// Nothing worth sharing, I have a wedding dress to fit into! 

THANKFUL FOR// My future mother in law. She has been a HUGE help in these last few days before the wedding! 

LOVING// This BuzzFeed Quiz (14/15 in case you were wondering #booknerd), This post by Nicole about her Closet Crisis, The Mocking Jay Trailer 

Ok I'm off to cross more things off the wedding to do list! #sendcoffee #nahsendwine


Rent the Runway Recap

I have a problem.
I really like dresses, but I really like money in my bank account better. As much as I wish I was all Carrie Bradshaw (is that a dated reference? Should I have said Blair Waldorf? Do we even have a current TV fashionista?) and dawned a new designer dress on a writers budget that ain't happening.
Luckily most problems have a solution, My solution? Rent the Runway. Designer dresses a fraction of the price for the weekend? Done and done!

 It was an excellent choice. 

Enough with the chit-chat lets get to the dresses! 

Worn to: Bridal Shower 
Pros: Crop Toppy with out being an actual crop top because I'm not Kendal Jenner (OMG is that our current TV fashionista... please say no.).
Cons: I was pretty sure I broke the zipper... my mom had to help me out of it, in which the entire time she laughed at me uncontrollably. (update: I did not break the zipper it was just stiff where the two fabrics met) 

The One Everyone has Rented: Badgley Mischka Manhattan Socialite Dress
Worn to: Reading in my besties wedding
Pros: Suppppa classic with some major sparkle. I fit into the smaller size #RTRwin
Cons: NOTHING. This is the perfect dress.
Props to my 90 year old grandmother who took this picture with my phone. 

The One that is a Romper: Cynthia Rowley- Midnight Lace Romper
Worn to: American Country Music Awards 
Pros: Long enough to not worry about a wardrobe malfunction. 
Cons: Sam Hunt not winning New Artist of the year... technically not about the romper but a con none the less. 

(I turned kind of awkwardly so people could see the length better)

The One that Makes Me Feel Like Taylor Swift: Nicole Miller- Mariah Dress
Worn to: Wedding Palooza (2 weddings, 1 night) 
Cons: Bra situation... nothing a little fashion tape couldn't fix. 

This dress comes in navy blue too!! 

Disclaimer: I was not compensated for this post. I just really am obsessed with Renting Dresses so I look hella fabulous. Rent the Runway has no idea who I am... even though they ended up sending my camera charger back to me because it ended up caught up in a dress I returned #excellentcustomerservice.


Dear HEB, I have to break up with you.

Dear HEB,
     It's not you, it's me. Really it is me. I don't want to break up with you... you complete me, you are the peanut butter to my jelly, the salt to my pepper, the HEB tortilla to my fajita. Alas.... the time has come, although I hoped it never would, we have to go our separate ways. Stupid Louisiana.

We had some really great times together. I spent my teenage years gathering carts in your parking lot and flirting with the older cashier boys (whatever it got me two prom dates, don't hate). I spent my college years buying cheap wine and cookie dough for girls nights in your hallowed aisles. There was also that time that I tweeted/posted/shared when Business Insider called you AMERICA'S BEST GROCERY STORE. Gosh, even Reese and I had one of our first dates in your precious store in which we accidentally wore matching outfit and the cashier laughed at us. Heck, WE EVEN SHARE A BIRTHDAY! See I told you it was me NOT YOU.

I also can't forget when you became even more awesome then you had to be and added a bulk spice/health area and basically changed my life forever. Seriously like $.58 cents for fresh spices! It is too painful to even think about. I knew this time was coming, but it doesn't make it any easier. If it makes you feel better I cried in Target yesterday because cilantro was $2.99.

This isn't good bye forever. I plan on cheating on the local grocery stores. I am going to be importing all of your Texas goodness whenever I can. I have already put several emergency plans into place -- there are currently 40 tortillas in the freezer!

I love you HEB, don't hate me forever. I'LL BE BACK!


PS: wanna open up a store in Louisiana? I would love you even more than I already do.