tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41868654657116499292024-02-20T07:33:43.624-06:00All That Good StuffChloehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05834566635714104496noreply@blogger.comBlogger419125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186865465711649929.post-29407482049717760632017-06-16T11:31:00.000-05:002017-06-16T11:31:27.591-05:00I'm Blogging?Wow. It's been two years.<br />
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Everything changes in two years. Everything. </div>
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I've kept up with a couple of people, silently. But I have!<br />
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...gotten married<br />
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...become a makeup enthusiast<br />
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...adopted another cat<br />
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...fallen in love with Eureka Springs, AR with a few trips there<br />
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Ok I lied, they're mostly pictures of my wedding. But oh well! A couple were of makeup too. Oh and the cat we got. Her name's Malley.</div>
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Chloehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05834566635714104496noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186865465711649929.post-42620192973822517152015-06-09T08:30:00.000-05:002015-06-09T08:30:01.163-05:00Here or ThereHere I am. I haven't been here in six months. I've thought about this place for six months though. Day in and day out.<br />
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Life has been crazy. Wedding planning is interesting. It has it's ups and it's downs. If there was ever a time in which I wished I was a millionaire, it would be while planning a wedding. And not even because I want expensive stuff or a crazy expensive wedding. Just because everything costs sooooo damn much. I just want something nice and glamorous. Do you know how hard it is to find glamorous stuff for not a million dollars? Ok, it's not too hard but still. Why does the wedding industry have to make everything cost so much??<br />
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Anyway, enough about me blabbering about the price of a wedding. Let's get back to the dirt. Blogging. I don't know where my place is here. I've fallen out of lust with a lot of blogs I used to love. Lifestyle blogging doesn't just have it's appeal like it used to. I want to blog with purpose. I want it to have meaning.<br />
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I don't just wanna say "this is what I did today and this weekend." all the time. I mean, it's fine sometimes, but it's not really for me anymore. I got bored with it. I look at the blogs I like, and they encourage people to find themselves. To help themselves. To grow further in a journey in their life. I hope some day I'll get there. But first I need to blog more.<br />
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I've thought of just shutting this one down, and starting from scratch. But I really love the name of this babe. All That Good Stuff, it encompasses the good of everything in my life. Sometimes the bad too. But that makes the good even better.<br />
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As I grow in my life, my blog will find it's place. At least I hope it will.<br />
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xoxoChloehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05834566635714104496noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186865465711649929.post-64436433404428574562014-12-31T08:34:00.001-06:002014-12-31T08:34:51.985-06:00As The Year Goes By...I couldn't stay away from my blog on the last day of the year! That's just silly talk.<br />
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2014 was a good year. Not too memorable, but a good year none the less.<br />
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The time Luke Bryan and I shook hands and I cried happy tears.</div>
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Marley came to live with us.</div>
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We found baby Penelope.</div>
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I just know that 2015 will be epic though! I'm getting married and going to the ACM awards!<br />
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To all of you that have followed this blog and didn't leave even though new posts have been sparse, thank you. If you've thought about leaving, I understand. I'm not promising that I'll post more than I have been, but I sure will make an effort to do so.<br />
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For all of the people who've been in my life and by my side for 2014, thank you and I love you. Even if you don't think you played a significant part in my story, chances are that you have. Friends and family, I can't wait to see where 2015 takes us!<br />
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When the clock strikes midnight tonight, I'll be popping my bottle of champagne and cheersing (my favorite made up word) those around me! I'll give my fiance the best kiss of his life (besides the one that makes us man and wife), I'll text the bests to tell them I love them and wish them a happy new year. I'll silently say a prayer for guidance through this year. I'll silently say a prayer for everybody in my life, that their 2015 is filled with peace, happiness, and love.<br />
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Have a great night loves! Here's to 2015!<br />
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<br />Chloehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05834566635714104496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186865465711649929.post-47345259486385788082014-11-25T08:38:00.000-06:002014-11-25T08:38:16.704-06:00My ThoughtsI don't normally post about current events or anything that can be deemed political. I was brought up to know that politics aren't something you talk about with other people all that much. If my post offends you, I don't really mean for it to. Hopefully we can all agree to disagree. However, it's my blog and I want to talk about the matter at hand.<br />
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I live in Missouri, although I'm about 4 hours away from St. Louis. At least that's how far away I think it is. I'm not really good with those kinds of things.<br />
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I don't pay a lot of attention to the news, because most of the time it just breaks my heart.<br />
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You all know that my home state has been in the news a lot lately. You all know that last night the grand jury decided that the evidence they were garnished and the accounts that they heard, for 70 hours, made them decide to not indict Officer Wilson on any charges.<br />
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I agree with what they decided. That's neither here nor there.<br />
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What I really want to talk about is the unrest that is going on.<br />
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I don't understand why people feel that they need to loot the town of Ferguson. What good does this do? Burning down buildings, stealing things from businesses, that is no way to remember a young man who was laid to rest.<br />
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I feel that which ever way the verdict was going to go, would cause this chaoticness (not a word but my blog). That in itself is a very unfortunate view to have.<br />
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What bugs me the most about this whole thing, is that the media has played it out to be about race. This wasn't about race. Playing the race card here should not matter. Every story I've read has said "a black man was shot by a white officer". Fair journalism should read "a man was shot by an officer". The media needs to get their heads out of their asses and get away from this situation. They are only making the looting and destroying of the town worse. It's like they're the big brother who has to antagonize his little brother just for fun. They have to see what they're doing, and until they stop, the violence in Ferguson will continue.<br />
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I work with a girl who's in the Missouri National Guard. She got pulled away from her life on this holiday week to deal with the madness that is going on. I know she signed up for the Guard knowing full and well what in entailed, but my heart still goes out to her and the family she's left behind. Her significant other also works with us. Her heart is shattered. She's scared for her girlfriend. As long as the media keeps this story floating, the longer she'll be there.<br />
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The looters see the attention they are receiving, which is what they want. They say it's in "justice" for Michael Brown. How do they tell themselves that? Especially when Mr. Brown's parents said that they don't want people destroying their community. Peaceful protests are fine, rioting protests aren't.<br />
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Let's all just agree on one thing, this country does have a long way to go. One day, maybe there will be peace, one day maybe racism will be a trivial thing of the past, one day maybe we all can come together. Until then, I leave my thoughts too the Brown and Wilson families. Because if I know one thing to be true about this, neither of them wanted what has happened or what is currently happening, to be something that's happening at all.<br />
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<br />Chloehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05834566635714104496noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186865465711649929.post-45528516965293181232014-11-24T09:00:00.000-06:002014-11-24T09:00:09.189-06:00A Major QuestionSometimes, I wonder if I"m the mom who's fucking up more than the others. Wednesday was one of those days.<br />
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I had decided to make a pot roast in my crockpot for dinner. I pumped myself up about it quite a bit. Not to mention, it was kind of expensive. Geez, I don't eat much beef and therefore, didn't know how much money I would be shelling out for a roast! So I started cooking in the morning and went about my day like normal. Except the smell wafting through my house was great and I kept peeking at the roast. Teagan came home and it was getting to be dinner time. I checked the roast while Teagan was outside playing, and lo and behold, something wasn't right with it. I was pissed. I wasted all day, some extra money I had, and didn't have anything to show for it. I said something to my mom and she told me to calm down, which in turn made me more upset and off to my room I went, crying and feeling sorry for myself. A few minutes later, in comes my little girl. She sits down on my bed and starts to rub my back. And she says the wisest, most mom like thing to me. " It's not ruined mama. My teacher always says that nothing is ruined if you try your hardest. You need to at least try it." And my jaw fell to the floor.<br />
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In that moment, I wondered, who was the mom in this situation? Me, the 23 year old, emotional, hot mess, or the sweet 6 year old sitting beside me on the bed? Had I messed up that bad, that my daughter knows that I've prone to tantrums when I've messed up? Is this something my child should even be seeing? I tore myself down for a few minutes. And then pretended that all was well. For her sake. I don't feel like she should see me that way. That's how society makes us feel. That we need to hold it together all the time for everybody else around us. We need to take care of everyone else, and not worry about ourselves. I sat and asked myself all these questions, with answers that made me sound like the worst parent in the history of parenthood.<br />
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And that's when I realized, I've been doing a pretty good damn job of helping this little girl grow up. She came to make me feel better when she knew I was upset. She came to encourage me, when I didn't think that I could continue on. I realized that I was the one that helped her learn to do this. I've always told her that she shouldn't be afraid to help people and to be nice to them. I've made it a great point in her little life. I taught her that she should act how she would want others to treat her. All these positive traits she was showing to me, was just the kick in the ass I needed to quit wallowing in my not entirely perfect dinner. It was still edible. Just not how I thought it should be.<br />
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And as for my daughter, knowing and seeing that I got upset about something trivial, well that's not the worst thing that could happen. Yea, I don't want it to happen a lot, but she needs to know that sometimes a good cry and a back rub from somebody you love, can help you out immensely. It can make you feel a thousand times better than before. I'm showing her that it's ok to feel passionately about something. Whether that something be dinner or the injustice she sees in the world. Just feel passion.<br />
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I'd say, I'm doing this right. For now anyway.<br />
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Sometimes I'm so excited to plan a wedding and watch my beautiful marriage bloom, and others I'm just so worried about the actual planning part.<br />
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As much as I love Blake, he really doesn't help. I've gotten him to be serious about this about once. And we completely disagreed on what we should do.<br />
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It was all over the venue. He thought I was insane for wanting the venue I love but I feel it's very reasonable. Once I got him to go look at it and talk to the management he felt it was a good place too. However, he isn't 100 percent sold on it.<br />
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There are only two things I don't want to settle on. Our venue and our pictures. They are very high on my list of important things.<br />
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I'm sure we'll get it worked out though.<br />
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In happy exciting wedding stuff, I asked my sister to be one of the bridesmaids! Of course she said yes.<br />
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I've also gotten my dress and veil! I feel like some of the hardest stuff is over. I hear people say that shopping for their dress was the so stressful! I'm glad to not have to worry about it. I'm sad that I didn't get the experience with some of the people I wanted but my momma and Teagan were there. I love my dress. I want to wear it all the time. I haven't seen another dress that I like better than it!<br />
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I'm getting started on a guest list. I didn't realize we liked or knew so many people. I'm sure it will have to be cut because we don't want a huge wedding. I want a very intimate feeling. How did you decide who would be invited and who wouldn't? Any major rules I need to know about?<br />
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Let me let you in on a little secret, I hate to shave. I know, you're thinking that's not a secret, all women hate to shave. But no, I hate it more than most others. I can promise you that.<br />
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Want proof? Well, I'm not going to show you because I don't want to scare you away. But you can ask the lovely fiance, or any family member honestly.<br />
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I remember being a young (cough I'm still young cough) girl and just wanting to shave my legs so bad. I begged and begged my mom. She finally said yes. So I grabbed the big girl items, a razor and some shaving cream, sat down on the side of our bath tub, put my legs up and lathered the cream on, then went to town. I thought to myself "Shaving isn't that bad! Why do ladies always grump about this? I love it!!! I'm an adult yay!!!" And then I proceeded to shave in some wiggly form of a line, missing spots and not even caring.<br />
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Until I looked up and saw there was blood on my leg. BLOOD!!! Ahhhh. I'm squeamish when it comes to blood so a little freaking out ensued. I searched high and low for where I cut myself. And then I found it. I had managed to cut my thumb. The top of my thumb at that. How in the hell did that happen? I'll never know. I sure as hell wasn't shaving my fingers! Ever since that day, shaving has been a form of cruel and unusual punishment.<br />
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I can't tell you how long it's even been since my legs were shaved last. What's even worse is how Blake feels about it. That poor poor man. He loves a freshly shaved leg. He thinks the silkiness is so nice. And I, the woman he decided he wants to marry - to be with forever - hasn't shaved since the beginning of the year at least. He begs and sometimes I oblige. Or I'll tell him sure babe, I'll shave, and never get around to it. But he never says a word, just goes on living a life of hairy legs rubbing up against him.<br />
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Side note, my legs don't look that bad. For some reason my hair doesn't get dark. It's just a bunch of long blonde soft hairs. When I do shave, I have a razor that I love. I like the Bic Soleils. I don't have a reason why, other than I just do. I've used a couple Venus razors here and there, but I haven't found one I love.<br />
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I have really sensitive skin and I ALWAYS get razor burn on my legs. It may not be razor burn exactly but there are always little red bumbs. So when Influnester contacted me about the new Venus Embrace Sensitive I was a little hesitant. But hey, if I can find something to make my man happy and that makes me want to shave more often, then why the hell wouldn't I take that opportunity?<br />
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I like it. I really do. My legs aren't all red and bumpy like they normally are after I shave.There are strips of aloe above and below the blades to ease irritation. It's a really nice razor. I feel I get a closer shave with my Soleil does but not having razor burn is a big freaking deal! And it feels nice to have shaved legs. I don't know if having this razor will make me shave more, but at least I know if I do shave my razor burn won't be so bad.<br />
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Do you get razor burn? What do you do to stop razor burn from happening?Chloehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05834566635714104496noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186865465711649929.post-7308311601677909302014-10-20T08:00:00.000-05:002014-10-20T08:00:05.954-05:00EvolvingDo I get the award for most sporadic blog posting? I feel like I should.<br />
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I just seem to be actually living my life lately. I think about being here, but the moments have been more important than the internet. I'm really trying to find myself in terms of this blog. I don't know where I want it to go. I've been interested in a different kind of blog than I'd normally find myself reading.<br />
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I guess as I grow and develop I want this blog to grow and develop too. I feel like I need to find out who I am and what I should write about. I'll always be a lifestyle blog, but now it feels like the lifestyle I'm used to writing about is changing into a different kind. I don't feel that any of this is bad, I just don't know what to write.<br />
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Changes are always scary for me. I like everything to be the same as it was the day, week, month before it was. And sometimes it gets boring and monotonous, but then it isn't. When I do make a change with something I worry about if it's the right choice.<br />
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The topics that once seemed important to me, now aren't that much of a care. But the topics I feel are important just seem to personal to share. I never know how much is too much when it comes to telling the interwebs.<br />
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Life, it's a crazy thing.<br />
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Have you ever felt that your moments were moments that shouldn't be shared?Chloehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05834566635714104496noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186865465711649929.post-32125774857145535892014-10-03T09:21:00.004-05:002014-10-03T09:21:48.393-05:00Fall TVWell, I showed up for class twice this week. SURPRISE!! I've had a couple of thing I wanted to talk about but it's Friday and they aren't for Fridays. So, you get my favorite fall tv shows. This could be long because I love me some tv.<br />
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Chloehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05834566635714104496noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186865465711649929.post-29890076816075361632014-09-29T08:30:00.000-05:002014-09-29T08:30:00.943-05:00Life Lately, by the NumbersMan, it's been a minute since I've been here. I thought I'd update you on what life is like over in these parts of the woods.<br />
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But first, let me say, I read blogs all day long, I just don't comment very often anymore. If I can ever get myself back into blogging regularly, then maybe I'll comment more. Anyway, here we go...oh yeah, first, this idea was taken from <a href="http://elle-ink.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Elle at elle, ink</a>. Ok, we're good to go...<br />
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3 - Bridal Expos I've been to in the last two weeks. My mind is overwhelmed. Stuff is so pretty but also so pricey. Unfortunately, I didn't win anything from them. Sad face.<br />
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654816 - times I've thought about coming here to write something. Then I get here and it just doesn't seem as good as I thought it would.<br />
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1- new little kitty we let in our lives. We found her in the ditch outside of Blake's house. Her name is Penelope. If you follow on insta, you've probably seen her. She is quite a spitfire. She's a crazy little shit. But I love her sooooo much.<br />
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6 - The number of teeth my little human has lost. And she pulls most of them out by herself! I don't know where she gets the balls to do that, but good for her.<br />
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1- Relay for Life I've been to. I had a really good time at it. My stepmom and dad set most of it up and did all the important committee stuff. Next year I hope I can be more of a help to their team. As you all know, I've been close to cancer in my life. Not myself personally though. The relay really helped me emotionally, I felt like cancer had closure. It was a nice experience.<br />
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3 - Fires I was a part of this weekend. Two were huge! And one was in a small fire pit with Teagan and Blake while we listened to live music a little down the road. I couldn't complain.<br />
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xoxo.Chloehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05834566635714104496noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186865465711649929.post-83640499516278617742014-09-01T09:51:00.001-05:002014-09-01T09:51:32.298-05:00Choosing My Own AdventureSo one of my mostest favoritest bloggers in the whole entire blog universe, Stephanie, announced that she was doing a link up, I know I had to join.<br />
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Chloehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05834566635714104496noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186865465711649929.post-72323933309120303702014-08-28T09:10:00.001-05:002014-08-28T09:10:42.144-05:00Life Lately 8.2014Oh man, I always dream of coming to this space and just hitting a post right out of the park. And then life happens and I never make it. I really need to make a schedule so that I post regularly. Yeah right. Anyway, I just thought it's been a minute so I'd update you about my life.<br />
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Blake and I are crazy. We got another dog. That makes two puppies under the age of two. At first it wasn't bad. Now I want to scream half of the time. His name is Marley. And he's the softest dog I've ever felt. He's also a big ol' cry baby. It's cute. He's a good dog. Even when he's getting on my nerves. I thought he would be my dog, but he took right to Blake. Like they all do.<br />
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I went to the Missouri State Fair. I didn't go for the fair though. I went to see Jake Owen. And that man, he puts on one hell of a show. I love Luke and Keith with all my heart but I'm sure Jake had more energy during his show than I've seen those two have. He's a great performer and now I love him. I definitely want to see him again someday. But back to the fair, I had the most amazing food I think I've ever had. It was cheese on a stick. Pepperjack cheese with corndog breading. OMG I WANT MORE. I had two, I shouldn't have but damn they were good. I'm going back next year just for more cheese on a stick.<br />
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Just one more month until I can start wedding planning! I know, I could have started after we were engaged but Blake asked me to wait until October that way he knew it was a year away and it will be time to get serious. I need to go pick out a wedding planner/binder. I have bought a few things though! When I find good deals, I just have to get them.<br />
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I think that's all that's been up over here. Besides the typical things like work and what not. Hopefully I can make it back tomorrow. No promises though.Chloehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05834566635714104496noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186865465711649929.post-80818128291635328602014-08-06T08:00:00.000-05:002014-08-06T08:00:07.662-05:00It's Been a WhileSince I've linked up with Kathy for some confessions. I can easily bang out a post on Monday and Tuesday but come Wednesday I'm done. Not this week though!<br />
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- I hate Sprint. I can't believe I let Blake talk me in to leaving AT&T. It won't happen again. Seriously, my service sucks, they are waaaay expensive, and Blake and I have both had a phone we bought from them just quit working. I know that isn't really their fault, but it just seems fishy to me. I won't be renewing my contract with them when my contract ends. Unfortunately I believe that's a little less than two years away.<br />
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- My back has been really sore for the past few days. I went to Urgent Care today because I couldn't wait to see my doctor on Friday because owww. I apparently have muscle spasms. I mean, what is that? What is going on exactly? I got some drugs. I took one pain pill and everything was fuzzy. I'll stick to the booze. I just want to feel better though.<br />
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- I'm gonna get personal for a minute. I feel like a cow. I haven't gained any weight but I just feel terrible. My body is so not where I want it to be. I don't want to have six pack abs or an ass like Kim K's, I just want to feel comfortable in my own skin. Blake bought us an elliptical two weeks ago and I've only used it once. I need the motivation but can't find it. I eat out way way too much. It's embarrassing. But sometimes, my job doesn't have the right schedule to eat healthy home cooked food. I need help. Blahhhh.<br />
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- This is so embarrassing....I downloaded the Kim Kardashian Hollywood app. I'm so disappointed in myself. I can't even explain why I did it and now I can't stop playing. Can I get an intervention?<br />
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- Thanks to <a href="http://meetatthebarre.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Amanda</a> I decided I had to have the Sephora Summer Stash. When I saw that they had the Stila Eye Shadow Foil in there I knew I had to have. That and the Urban Decay Setting Spray. It was worth every dime. And I bought a deluxe sample size of Better Than Sex that came with an eyeliner because I wanted free shipping. I'm starting to have a makeup problem. I don't even wear makeup that much. But I need all the makeup please. Plus the bag it came in is super sparkly. Love it. Watch for a review - don't get too excited for one. Who knows if it will happen.<br />
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Do you have a makeup hoarding problem? Tell me what I need!Chloehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05834566635714104496noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186865465711649929.post-13986016374673326082014-08-04T08:00:00.000-05:002014-08-04T08:00:04.067-05:00Happy Mail I love mail. I'm more than excited to get anything with my name on it. Even bills. I just love getting mail. <div>
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Chloehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05834566635714104496noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186865465711649929.post-6189432808130022112014-07-28T08:30:00.000-05:002014-07-28T08:30:00.043-05:00Life Lately (july)Just when you finally start to not remember this blog, I come back.<br />
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I celebrated my wife's birthday. Not just once, but three times! The weekend before we had a bonfire. I got to play nurse/mom. Have you ever had a drunk nurse? You don't want one. On her birthday we went to a nice dinner and then had a mini girls' night with some friends. The weekend after we went to JB's Piano Bar. It's a dueling piano bar and I always have such a great time when I'm there. Which until recently, had only been twice. This time I volunteered to be dd because I had to work the next day. When did I grow up? </div>
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I spent time with this spitfire little girl. Oh man, she's growing and changing more everyday. She seems more and more like a mini adult. It needs to stop. She even told me I wasn't cool. Apparently there's a dance to "Turn Down for What". Well, at 23 years old I officially don't give a shit about new dances that go to club music, therefore I didn't know it. But they played the cha cha slide and I told her I knew the dance to that and she informed me that she "Didn't care. It's not cool." Pshhh what does she know.</div>
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And the majority of the time was spent working. I've worked a lot (for me) lately. And most of the time it's goofing off. Proof with the pretty unicorn cone cups. I hope she never sees the most embarrassing picture of her ever. </div>
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Last night Blake, Teagan, and I had a nice little date night. Then this morning I had the perfect opportunity to capture pictures of this handsome fat boy. Personally, I think they're pretty good for an iphone. Loooove.</div>
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I'm alone an awful lot during the summer. The mini is at her dad's house every other week and everybody else works during the week. Except me because I don't have a big girl job. So what else is there to do...</div>
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That's what happened to me last week. Imagine being unable to access anything kinda sorta, most likely important to you. It was a fucking nightmare. No email, no blog, no ANYTHING.<br />
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I forgot my password because I've had to change it twice this past month. And the only way I could get it back was to have it sent to my email address I had on file. Which I also didn't know the password for. Great going right!<br />
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I sat on the couch for two hours almost in tears thinking I'd never be able to see this blog again. Thinking I'd never get to talk to the wonderful friends I've made. Trying password after password to be told they were all wrong.<br />
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Basically I'm just saying hopefully I'll be around more this week. And at least I remembered it!Chloehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05834566635714104496noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186865465711649929.post-54008625659746604372014-06-25T10:15:00.001-05:002014-06-25T10:15:48.315-05:00More Wedding ConfessionsI'm finally getting to link up with the wonderful Kathy again! It feels like it's been a million years.<br />
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- We set a date. Okay, we set two dates. Our first date happens to be the same weekend of a major festival in our town. Nobody misses Maple Leaf. NOBODY. And so we deicded that it was a bad idea. So that brings us to the date we have now. I will be a Mrs. on October 24, 2015!!!! I'm so excited. Eeep!!!!<br />
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- Some people (cough future in-laws) are driving me insane. They keep suggesting that we get married this year. Not suggesting really, more like demanding. No, not gonna happen. LET IT GO! They also keep suggesting other things we should do. I know they're excited, but damn. I'm trying to keep them involved but they have ideas on the opposite side of the spectrum then I do.<br />
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- Invitations are stupid. I don't care about the font or the other shit that has to go in them. Little details aren't my thing. Who has the time or energy to care about font? Or all the little cards that need to go inside them. And more than one envelope? The hell.<br />
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- My most favorite confession of them all...I said yes to a dress!! It was complete accident. I went to David's Bridal to try and find and get some ideas for bridesmaids dresses and then I saw it. I knew I had to try it on. And when I put it on, I felt like the prettiest princess in all the land. I wanted to wear it every where and never take it off. I totally want to show you a picture but I can't. Because that will be when Blake decides to read this here blog!<br />
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- My first assisstant at DB sucked majorly. Apparently she didn't think I was being serious because she didn't keep any of the information she had for me. She didn't tighten the dress all the way up so I could see what it would truly look like. She also told me that they didn't have blush as a color option for other dresses. She was a lying bitch. I'm not disappointed though. Because when I went back later that night to buy it, I had a wonderful girl helping me who made me feel insanely special.<br />
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Are you tired of wedding talk yet? I hope not! Any stories about shop girls who were bitches for no reason? Let me hear em!<br />
Chloehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05834566635714104496noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186865465711649929.post-3719772851622766312014-06-24T08:00:00.000-05:002014-06-24T08:00:02.883-05:00The Good DaysSomething crazy has happened.<br />
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Other than my usual life, because it's always crazy.<br />
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Lately, I've found myself enjoying being at work.<br />
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*loud gasps*<br />
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I haven't enjoyed being at work for at least 6 months if not longer. But the past couple of weeks haven't been so bad. I think it all started with the fact that we got a new manager.<br />
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He's changed a lot about the OG that I work at. It used to be that people came in with a smile on their face and within 10 minutes they were in a terrible mood. Now, people walk in with a smile and that smile stays there even as they're walking out the front doors. I'm not saying that we're constantly happy because well, guests can still be dicks and it's still a restaurant, but for the most part, I've noticed a happier atmosphere all around.<br />
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I'm not saying our old manager was terrible in any way. He wasn't, it's just that his attitude toward everything made our attitudes shitty.<br />
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And this quote, is more than true. This guy came in with a smile and a great attitude and he hasn't let it down since he started.<br />
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I guess I'm just saying that I enjoy my job right now. I've made more money since he's been here, I laugh more at work, and my body doesn't hurt as much as it used to. Although it still hurts a shit ton.<br />
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So remember, that sometimes, all you need is an attitude adjustment. Or maybe somebody around you does. It can get better. It should get better.Chloehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05834566635714104496noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186865465711649929.post-58957819601119860972014-06-19T08:30:00.000-05:002014-06-19T08:30:01.530-05:00Girl's Weekend 2014So about a week and a half ago I took a fabulous weekend trip to Dallas. I love Dallas. Actually it was Arlington, but ya know, whatevs.<br />
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My aunt, our friend Kyla, and I all went to see George Strait's last show before his "retirement." Supposedly it will be his last, but give it 5 years and I bet we see him out touring a little. Regardless though we had a blast. And instead of talking all about it, I thought I'd let the pictures do the talking!<br />
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Sorry for the picture overload. Ok, not really.<br />
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Lots of fun, lots of stories, lots of inside jokes and laughter. It was a fabulous time and I wanna do it again!Chloehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05834566635714104496noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186865465711649929.post-42498755841697846362014-06-11T21:47:00.003-05:002014-06-11T21:47:49.577-05:00Here I Am...And I thought I would come say hi.<br />
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I've been every where but here for a while now. I just don't know why.<br />
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Blogging still feels important in my heart, but I wonder if it's even worth it anymore.<br />
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I think about it all day and wish I was doing it. I could make time, but I don't feel like it.<br />
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I just don't get why I'm having mixed feelings about it. So, I won't be writing as regularly as I had been. Whenever that was.<br />
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Just when it absolutely feels right.<br />
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Who knows. That could be tomorrow.Chloehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05834566635714104496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186865465711649929.post-31640708408778253142014-05-27T09:09:00.002-05:002014-05-27T09:09:51.776-05:00I Finally Found ItI hope you all had a great long weekend. I'm glad it's over because I'm finally getting my Memorial Day off work!<br />
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So I have some great news, I finally found my new car!<br />
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I bought an '08 Chevy Cobalt. She's absolutely beautiful. She's a dark charcoal grey color. Yes, my last car was a cobalt but I was test driving some and it still felt right. There were so many problems with mine that I didn't know what a cobalt was really like. And I'm just gonna say, I LOVE it.<br />
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I found it online Wednesday night while drinking with the wife and fiance. If I would have known that being drunk was all it took to find a car I would have done it a lot sooner. Because 3 weeks of car shopping is really like 3 months in regular time. I found it, showed it to Blake, and told him my plan on how I was going to get it the next day.<br />
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So I woke up with a huge headache and proceeded on with my plan. I made my way over to my bank and put in my loan app. I drove over to the dealership and test drove the car. I loved it and wanted the bank to call me asap. So I left with just a little disappointment looming over me because I had to leave without the car I really wanted. I was headed to Sonic for .50 corndogs (because I love food, and cheap food is better) when I had a voicemail pop up. My phone never rang probably because Sprint sucks, so I listened to it. It was my banker calling to say that the loan was in closing and to come to the bank whenever I could. Right then and there I lost it. I was so happy/relieved/excited that I just started crying. I cried a lot. The banker was happy that I was so excited.<br />
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I must have done something right though. I now have xm radio. And not just a trial. Whoever owned pretty car last had it and has yet to cancel it. I guess technically it's stealing but hey, I'll take it while I can. They should have cancelled their service. =)<br />
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One last thing, I'm trying to name her. Any suggestions?Chloehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05834566635714104496noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186865465711649929.post-20913722429007603752014-05-23T08:27:00.003-05:002014-05-23T08:27:30.387-05:00On Being EngagedBeing engaged isn't something I thought would happen for a long time in my life. Although I've always dreamed of the day when it would happen.<br />
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I couln't ever imagine somebody wanting to put up with my all around moodiness all the time. I'm a difficult person to get along with, I'll admit it. I'm stubborn and stuck in my way. I might have a small temper from time to time. I'm no where near perfect, nor will I ever be. And it seemed to me that everybody who got proposed to was perfect. I thought as I got older, I'd get a little bit more perfect each year and someday I'd be right where I was supposed to be.<br />
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I never thought that it would occur at 23 years old. Just when I'm learning more and more about myself and I start to become a little bit comfortable with who I am, but more uncomfortable with not knowing where life is going.<br />
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And now it has some direction. Now I know that I'll spend my life with one person who will love me through it all. And I'll do the same in return.<br />
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It's an amazing feeling to realize that Blake and I want to spend every day of the rest of our live with each other. The good, bad, ugly, and mundane. All the days. I know that I have a partner and somebody to be on my side. I know that I get to love somebody and make them feel the way I do. Loving somebody may be a little bit better than somebody loving you. They go back and forth.<br />
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We've learned a lot about each other in the four and a half years we've been together. We've both grown a lot. Some times with the help of the other, other times not. We've disagreed over things that were small and things that were huge. And we'll keep on doing so. The disagreements are something that helps us grow,especially as a someday married couple.<br />
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I guess I just want to say that it's unbelieveable and I'm still on cloud nine about it. I can't wait to start the rest of my life with this man I love.<br />
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Happy Memorial Day weekend kids! I'll be working doubles all weekend long so drink one for me!<br />
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<br />Chloehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05834566635714104496noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186865465711649929.post-20284733326314085682014-05-21T08:30:00.000-05:002014-05-21T08:30:00.598-05:00I've Gotta TravelIt's Wednesday. That means I only get one more day off before the stupid weekend comes and I have to work. Sad face. And I screwed myself because last night I didn't want to close so I asked a girl to close for me and told her I'd owe her one. Now I'm working Sunday night because she didn't want to. I was so excited to be off work early on Sunday. That's what I get for not wanting to work my own shifts. But when you're burnt out about on your job you never want to work.<br />
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There's my weekly work rant for you. Last week sometime <a href="http://www.voyageofthemeemee.com/" target="_blank">Amanda</a> posted a post about all the fictional places she wants to visit. She got the idea from somebody and I told her I was going to be a copy cat and steal it. Why don't I think of the good posts? These are the places I'll be pretending I'm at come Sunday night.<br />
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Land of The Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club Redwood Originals. And some of the hottest men I've ever seen in my life. During my stay in Charming, I'd make sure to rub arms with everybody's favorite man, Jax Teller. I would insist on a ride on his bike and then later he could take me to the clubhouse ;) if-ya-know-what-i-mean. </div>
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The littlest town with the biggest bite. I don't know if that's really a saying or not but I like to pretend it would be the town motto. I'd hang out at Merlotte's all day because I'd for sure get to see some drama go down. For those who don't know, this is the town that Sookie from True Blood is from and where most of the story takes place. I'd go over to Bill's house after it got dark and insist that he call Eric so we could have a party of our own. And I'd eat my weight in Cajun style food. I might not ever come back.<br />
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I wouldn't pretend to know anything about records or what they all consider good music. But I sure as hell would love to have a chat with Lucas because almost everything that comes out of his mouth during this movie is absurd. I'd get naked and dress up in an orange apron with Gina because who doesn't love flaunting it if ya got it. I'd tell Rory and AJ to stop acting like douches and either be with each other or don't. But my absolute favorite part, would be dancing to AC/DC while Joe plays the drums to chill the fuck out.<br />
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Ok, this is a real place. However, I know nothing about it and I want to go to the Harlan County where Justified takes place. It seems like one crazy place to live. Kind of like Charming, except very backwoods and country. And it helps that Raylan lives there. If you haven't watched Justified just go do it. I promise you'll like it. If you don't, I don't know if we could be friends. I mean, it has it's own <a href="http://tdylf.com/2013/01/23/the-justified-drinking-game/" target="_blank">drinking game</a>. Don't you like it already?<br />
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The place that the ISIS gang of Archer hangs out the most. Work. Every characater is a shit show and hilarious. And they love their booze. I would hang out and listen to them degrade each other while geting my buzz on. On the occassion that they do have a mission they need to complete, I'm sure I'll find a way to go because everybody always goes. Even when they don't need to.<br />
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What fictional places would you love to visit? Am I missing something really important?Chloehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05834566635714104496noreply@blogger.com5