Why Being a 25 year old girl in 2012 is embarrassing…

Here are FIVE reasons why I feel embarrassed every time I have youthful flashbacks (and I’ve been having them a lot lately, quarter life crisis anyone?)
Backstreet Boys

Hands down my favorite.  
I know the words to ALL their songs.  
I had their photos (particularly, Nick’s, second from right) plastered all over my bedroom walls.
I saw them in concert in junior high and about died.  
I still have the ugly t-shirt to prove it.  
98 Degrees

Um, seriously?  What are they wearing?  
I saw them before they were super famous and really liked them.  
And then Nick married Jessica; and they had a silly reality show.  Drew won Dancing with the Stars.  Jeff and Justin, who are they?  
Since I was obsessed with BSB, it was not in my nature to be into them.  
My sister was though, it was a battle.  
I think I won the battle, we saw BSB and not ‘N Sync.
But Justin, call me and ditch Jessica, because, you are hot and funny.
I don’t know what’s more embarrassing, that I liked them and had their CD, or that you probably don’t even know who they are.  They’re from England.  Somehow only the Spice Girls managed to make it big here.  
“Summer Girls” is still one of my favorite summer jams (I’m partially kidding, partially not).  
RIP Rich Cronin, that is actually sad.
I might, or might not have listened to some of these guys’ songs while writing this post.  


Linkin’ Up:

Dear Summer:  Thanks for coming.  Sunshine, warm weather, and fresh air with little to no humidity, I like.  

Dear July:  Thanks for having some amazing things.
– 4th of July:  One of my favorite holidays.  I love wearing red, white, and blue; I’m proud to be an American; and it just SCREAMS summer.  
– Vacation:  I need a week off, of nothing but relaxing and catching some rays.  
– My half birthday:  Because I live in “Alice in Wonderland,” and celebrate everyday as my “un”birthday.  That also means I’m on the side of 25 that is closer to 26 than 24, yikes.   
Dear Oven in my Apartment:  Please DO NOT catch on fire again.  It would be greatly appreciated.  
Dear dad and mom:  Thanks for the cute stuff from NY and the magazines so I don’t have to buy them since I’m cheap.  
Dear Blackberry:  I’m sorry that everyone is upgrading to an Iphone.  You and I will still be best buds, until December, that is.  
Dear Little Big Town:  Thank you for recording “Pontoon” it will be my summer jam.  As I’m sure it will be everyone else’s.  Now if I could only find myself a boat…  Also, I’ve always wanted Kimberly’s hair.  Just sayin’.  Seriously, I can’t get enough of it.  
Dear Magic Mike:  I really want to see you.  I need a BFF down here ASAP to go with me.  
Happy Weekend, y’all!

Slow Dancing in a Burning Room

After seeing John Mayer’s new CD cover, I had a momentary lapse in judgment about him.  
And then I remembered this song and saw this video and was reacquainted with his stone cold foxiness.
Raspy voice?  Check.  Mad, bluesy guitar skills?  Check.  Floppy hair?  Check.  
Lose the awkward facial expressions and we have a winner.  
I COMPLETELY forgot how much I love him.
Yeah, I’m definitely over the whole Channing Tatum and Liam Hemsworth thing.
I’ll take Mr.Mayer ANYDAY. 
Happy Wednesday!

Weekend Update

Not a lot of photos, but I’m trying to get better, bear with me.
After work: Chipotle vegetarian burrito bowl (oh so yummy!)
Watching Tommy Boy:  laughing my butt off – love this movie!
Sleeping:  I got like no sleep this week, so trying to catch up?

The usual:  Gym, gym, gym.  Love, love, love.
Afternoon:  Shopping, followed by a leisurely iced Americano w/ 1 pump sugar free vanilla and my new book.
I really enjoyed it.
Pizza for dinner, which I also enjoyed but I kind of regret that decision…  

Church, as always.  See my previous post that didn’t post until just now.  
I spilled all the stevia out of the box when I went in for some licorice.
Maybe I shouldn’t have had the licorice?  
I am exhausted.  
I did spend my weekend listening to this Pandora station (Jack Johnson): 

Love it.  
It played John Mayer’s version of “Free Fallin'” and I LOVE it. 
I can’t get enough. 

I also didn’t wash my hair this morning! 
Gasp, I braided my bangs, threw it back in this crazy messy bun, braided thing and really loved it.  
I like to dress like it’s 4th of July everyday.  
“You look like the Fourth of July.  It makes me want a hot dog real bad.” 
(Paulette from Legally Blonde 2: Red, White, and Blonde)
I’m hopeful for a great week and I hope you all have one too!  

Spiritual Sunday

I think I need to get myself back into my “Spiritual Sunday” posts.  
I try to be diligent in following my church’s GPS guide during the week, but since it is such a large portion of my life, I want to share some of it with the blog world.  You’re welcome to skip this if it isn’t your thang, (and yes I said thang) but if it is, then I hope you enjoy it.  
Today’s lesson, and the week in our GPS was about Psalm 8, and I really liked it.  It is simply about praising    the majesty of God.  
“Lord, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth.” – Psalm 8:1a

The beach in San Diego. 
The crashing waves, the never ending horizon line, the sea spray, the sunshine.

It isn’t always about us.
A moose in its habitat in Idaho.

Mt. Shasta and all the trees.  
Although I love the beach, this is such a beautiful sight.
In comparison to the ocean, its like the highest, and the horizon on the ocean is the widest and deepest.

A waterfall.
It keeps flowing and flowing as long as it snows, rains, and ice melts.
It is ever flowing and everlasting.
Just like God’s majesty and His love for us.  
God made all these things with a direct purpose in life, just like we all have a purpose in this life.  
Spend some time outside this week and enjoy and praise God for all He has created for us.
**All pictures, except the beach, courtesy of my sister**

Through the Looking Glass

And down the rabbit hole.
That’s kind of how I feel about things today.  
Let’s start with an oxymoron to say the least:
– Dumpster diving while driving a pretty new Mercedes.  Makes perfect sense, right?  
Next up:
– White, family, driving geeky bright blue car, with a vanity license plate bearing the word “THUGZ” 
I don’t even know what to make of that?  Clearly my idea for BabyBnz is cool too?  
Third, and hopefully I won’t have to edit this later for more:
– Homeless man walks into Starbucks, I assume to use the restroom.  I don’t really pay much attention to anything because I’m happily enjoying my Americano and my book.  I then see him out the window again, nice and clean with SOPPING WET HAIR.  He bathed in the Starbucks sink?  So gross.
Just call me Alice today.  
I’m mildly obsessed with my cropped, purple skinnies.  
I wish it was acceptable to wear the same pants every. single. day.
I know it is frowned upon because my coworkers and I were discussing laundry.
I live in an apartment, I only do laundry once every other week, or two, or so depending when I run out of clean underwear and workout clothes.  
Apparently that makes my choices in everyday attire questionable because how can I have that many clothes?  
First off, I do, but most importantly, do you really need to wash everything, every time you wear it?  
NO.  Jeans get better with time, like a fine wine.  
I’m also usually wearing 2 -5 shirts at one time, so the top one is almost always clean, unless I spill on it.  
Please tell me I am NOT the only one that does this?

Friday’s Letters

Dear Brain and Body:  Let me take a nap and get some sleep.  I was so tired today.  I still am.

Dear Golden Spoon:  You’re only 1/2 a mile away and you’re still feeling too far for me to walk to.

Dear ABC Family TV Shows (Melissa and Joey and  Baby Daddy):  Thank you for making me laugh.

Dear San Diego weather:  Please stay and get warm.  It is summer after all.

Dear Summer:  You’re my favorite time of year.  I feel lemonade, watermelon, and grilled food coming on.

Dear Christian Grey:  We’re all still obsessed with you.  It is all we (and by we I mostly mean me) think about.

Dear Hair:  Thanks for being super long and healthy.  I love it.  Keep up the good work.

Dear Little Sister:  Thanks for coming back from Idaho.  Being unable to text you a million times a day for four days was much more difficult than I would have remembered.  (Even if you spent all summer there last year and I managed to survive).