Metal Tube In The Clouds

Here's the deal, I'm about to word vomit everywhere.

I guess I'm going to start with the baby elephant in the room.. or on the blog or whatever.

Neither Allie nor I showed up for Tough It Out Tuesday yesterday. Here's the thing.. Allie and I had a chat on Monday night and we both decided that it's time to take a break from TIOT. Maybe not forever, but also maybe for forever. We both have a lot on our plate right now and we both feel like our TIOT posts were getting redundant. We were both running out of things to talk about every Tuesday. Also, right now I feel like doing my healthy lifestyle stuff quietly. Just a thing I want to try. Nothing personal, trust me.
I've said it several times now, but I want to emphasize that this was a decision made by both of us and we both fully support the other one! Blog rumors get to flying around these parts and I don't wanna hear it, so like I said - I love Allie, I'm fairly certain Allie likes me, we just didn't like the linkup anymore. To everyone who linked up with us - We both love you too and if you ever need any motivation or pep talks, shoot one of us an email. We would be MORE than happy to do anything we could to help you! I'm positive.

"i just want a kiiiisssss"

Okay, now that the baby elephant has been discussed, let's move on to something more pressing in my life. I'm getting on a plane at the ass crack of dawn tomorrow morning and flying to Florida by my lonesome. Well, I won't be in Florida by myself, but I'm flying by myself.

Now, I've flown several times and I'm not afraid of it or anything. Well, okay, honesty hour - It is a little weird that I'll be moving through the clouds in a big metal tube. Right? That's kind of weird. Maybe even a little scary if I think about it too long… So I just won't think about it anymore.

Flying alone though? All new to me. I've never flown without a group. Never even just 2 people, actually. Always a group. Which I just realized.

On one hand, I'm looking forward to it -

• I won't have anyone to talk to, so my people watching will be at an all time high and I truly love a good people watching session. Airports hold so many good opportunities for that.
• I won't have to wait on anyone to get through security. I won't have to wait on anyone to use the bathroom. I won't have to wait on anyone to do anything. I'll be on my own schedule.
• Sometimes I enjoy being alone. I'm not a hermit, Ma, I swear.
• Adventure.

On the other hand, I'm not looking forward to it -

• I'll be sitting next to strangers on all of my flights and everyone knows how much the middle seat sucks. 
• I'm not 100% sure I actually know what I'm doing. I'm basically just going to be wandering around until someone points me in the right direction and tells me exactly what to do.
• The layovers, ugh. But I discovered yesterday that my layover on the way down to Florida isn't as long as I thought it was, so that's a bonus. 
• From security to boarding everything about the airport tends to annoy me a little and I won't have anyone to complain to. 

No, but really, I'm about 90% excited and only 10% actually worried. So I think those are pretty good stats. I mean, what's the worst that could happen?

Don't.. Don't answer that. 

Blogging Rules & Comfort Zones

There are blogging rules.
Anyone who tries to tell you differently is lying. They are lying to you to make you feel better and keep you positive and uplifted, but it's a lie nonetheless. They have really good intentions and I totally and 100% understand and love where they are coming from.
But they're lying.

Truthfully, if you been around Bloglandia for any amount of time then you know I'm right. These "imaginary" blogging rules do exist. When I first started blogging, I did what I always do - I learned the rules quickly and played by them. For the most part, I did what I thought I was supposed to do. I broke a few -

• Facebook - I don't have a blog Facebook because I don't want a blog Facebook. Keeping up with my blog emails, my blog Twitter, my blog Pinterest, and my blog Instagram is enough. In fact, it's too damn much, but I do it anyway. I'm not really a huge fan of Facebook and I barely pay attention to my own personal Facebook. I don't want to add another one. I'm not saying I won't ever have one, but I am very much saying that you shouldn't hold your breath waiting on one.
• Comments - I'm terrible about responding to them. I always say I'm going to work on it and I'll be really great about it for a few days, but then I'll get behind and then I just give up. Always happens. Also, I'm terrible about leaving comments. Guys, I read your posts. All damn day long, I read your posts. But I'm so awful about actually leaving a comment to basically let you know "hey, I read this.".. I'll work on these.

Other than those two things though, I stuck pretty closely to the rules.  Because that's what you're supposed to do, right? That's just what you do.

Except.. I don't really like that mindset anymore. Jump back with me for a second to March. I wrote a post about being brave and how I really wanted to work on being brave in 2014. I didn't just write that post to have blog material. I meant that and I haven't forgotten it. I still have "be brave" pep talks with myself, often. More often than I'm sure people in my real life realize. 

During my Be Brave Journey, I've learned so much about myself and I feel like I've grown so much this year. One of the things I've learned fairly recently is that I need to worry less about the "rules" and more about myself. 

I'm a people pleaser. I care about what others think about me. I'm self conscious sometimes. I can't take a compliment. I see my flaws more than I see my good qualities. I'm not perfect. 

However, I need to get over it. I'm being a little dramatic of course, because obviously, some of those qualities will probably never go away, which is fine. BUT.. I really do have dreams and goals and even though I keep them to myself, locked away very quietly in my heart, they exist. If I want to make anything of those dreams and goals, it is time to jump outside of my comfort zone. 

Starting with this blog. Rules? Fuck rules. 

Yea, I just broke one right there. I'm not sorry. If I can't be real and I can't be me on my own little slice of the internet, then where can I be? Who am I trying to impress? Who am I putting on an act for? Who even cares? 

My comfort zone will always be there to welcome me home.. but my adventure lies outside of it.

Be brave. Be you.

Break the rules.

Blame Someone Else Day - A National Holiday

It is Friday the 13th.
You're welcome for that calendar update.

I had approximately 8,273,948 ideas for today's post. I mean, Friday the 13th has such potential! I started scribbling ideas in this notebook on my desk and one idea sparked another which sparked another and then I was doing cartwheels because OH MY GOSH THIS BLOGGING THING IS SO EASY. Before I knew it my paper had scribbles and lines and circles all over the place. For one of my ideas I wanted to Google something really quick. Just a quick Google search - said no one ever.

By happy accident (oh, and i do mean happy) I stumbled onto this website. Which is my new favorite website ever. It's a giant master list of National Holidays all divided up by month. Bloggers, I have 2 words for you - Post Material.

I clicked on June and guess what - the first Friday the 13th of the year is also Blame Someone Else Day. Because, obviously. Naturally, I decided to scrap the rest of my ideas and run with that theme..

Friday,
I blame you for my lack of motivation this morning at the gym, because why workout when I could sleep in? Your fault.

Brita Water Pitcher,
I blame you for being empty this morning, because why should I have to fill you after I empty you? Why don't you fill yourself? Also, why did you put your empty self back in the refrigerator?

Alyssa,
I blame you for making me obsess all day and all night about going to New York and New Jersey in the near (isn) future. Stop sending me amazing emails with tons of information that get me incredibly excited. I blame you for the future disappearance of all of my money.

Instagram,
I blame you for my uncontrollable need to take pictures before I can eat any meal. Ever.

Wall,
I blame you for my stubbed toe last night. Why are you always in my way? You're so annoying.

Pretty Little Liars,
I blame you for my ragey attitude on Tuesday night. No really, this is serious. Not a joke.. I blame you.

Pretty Little Liars,
I also blame you for my headache on Wednesday morning. You made my friends and I so ragey that we had to drink some alcoholic beverages during the premiere. It's your fault that "some" turned into "lots".

Joe Santagato,
I blame you for my uttering of phrases like "that's mad wack" lately. I live in Indiana, not New York, so this gets embarrassing. It's clearly your fault.

Crowley,
I blame you for the Cubs not winning the World Series for the last 100 friggin years.
(Supernatural reference that only my aunt is going to get and she's going to laugh out loud. Hi Tina!)
(ps. GO CARDINALS)

Blog Readers/Commenters,
I blame you for making me love this weird little space of the internet that I never thought I'd actually care about. All of the hours I waste on my computer now are your fault!

Happy Friday the 13th and Happy, HAPPY Blame Someone Else Day!
Go forth and CELEBRATE! *winky face*

Bought A Jet, What Do You Expect?

Let's chat today about lyrics.

I was driving last night and absolutely blasting this song.

Talk Dirty (ft. 2 Chainz) - Jason Derulo

It should be noted that I like a little bit of everything when we're talking about music. I'm really, really not that picky and my list of favorite songs is approximately 2,389 miles long. So back on point.. I was driving and blasting this song and singing along, because when I'm in my car I pretend I'm auditioning for The Voice with every song that comes on. The acoustics are fabulous in my car you guys, I'm telling ya.
As I'm screaming singing this song, I guess I just really started to think about what I was saying. So I came home and decided to analyze the lyrics to this song.

I'm that flight that you get on, international
First class seat on my lap, girl, riding comfortable
Cause I know what da girl dem need
New York to Haiti
I got lipstick stamps on my passport, make it hard to leave

I'm gonna stop you right there for a second, Jason. I appreciate your creativity in comparing sex to flying. Bravo, really. I just imagine that a flight from New York to Haiti is quite long and have you actually sat on someone's lap for a long period of time? It's not comfortable for anyone. I'm just saying.

Been around the world, don't speak the language
But your booty don't need explaining
All I really need to understand is when you
Talk dirty to me
Talk dirty to me
Talk dirty to me
Talk dirty to me
Get jazzy on me

Okay Jason, let me see if I follow this correctly.. I assume we're still comparing sex with you to flying and traveling. If I follow that, then it kind of sounds like you've traveled a lot but you still don't speak the language, which is fine. Except that if someone has been around the world (had a lot of sex) and they still don't "speak the language" then maybe they aren't as educated as they seem (aka, not very good at sex). I don't know. I also don't really understand what "get jazzy on me" means, what is "jazzy"? I'm not sure I want any of your "jazzy" on me. *smirk*

You know the words to my songs, no habla Inglés
Our conversations ain't long, but you know what is
I know what the girl dem want
London to Taiwan
I got lipstick stamps on my passport, I think I need a new one

These are actually the lyrics that made me write this blog post. "Our conversations ain't long, but you know what is".. HAHAHAH I'm immature. Oh, and he says "you know the words to my songs, I don't speak english".. Which, okay. Clearly.

Uno: met a friend in Rio
Dos: she was all on me-o
Tres: we could ménage à three-o
Cuatro: Ohhhhhh

Jason, I took French in high school, but I'm fairly certain that adding "o" to the end of words does not make them Spanish. Also, I'm pretty sure (but don't quote me on this) that they speak mostly Portuguese in Rio. You wish you could menage a three-o with some of those Brazilian girls, buddy.

Dos Cadenas, close to genius
Sold out arenas, you can suck my p*nis
Gilbert Arenas, guns on deck
Chest to chest, tongue on neck
International or*l sex
Every picture I take, I pose a threat
Bought a jet, what do you expect?
Her pu**y so good I bought her a pet
Anyway, every day I'm trying to get to it
Got her saved in my phone under "Big Booty"
Anyway, every day I'm trying to get to it
Got her saved in my phone under "Big Booty"

I had to add lots of "**" because I don't want those search terms to lead people to my blog, ya know? How awkward. Anyway, this is 2 Chainz part. Let's start top to bottom. I looked it up "Dos Cadenas" is 2 Chainz in Spanish. So there's that. Also, Gilbert Arenas is a basketball player for the Shanghai Sharks, so unless I'm missing something I don't get why we threw his name in there. And I've seen you 2 Chainz.. you pose zero threat is any and all pictures you take. You aren't that hot, buuddddddd. I'm ignoring the whole pet part, because.. come on, at least be clever.
BUT "got her saved in my phone under Big Booty" makes me LOL. I save guys in my phone as "Small D*ck" and "Bro Who Skips Leg Day" all the time!!

From there we just keep talking dirty to him, so I'll end it now.
This was fun. Let me know if you have another song I can analyze.
PS. talk dirty to me.