These are a few of my favorite things!

The weather is gloomy outside, I'm sick and stress. Time for a attitude adjustment. 

Truly blessed to wake up each morning! 

These are a few of Savvy's Favorite things!!

• Aveda Chapstick! Its the best, seriously, it stays on and moisturizes all day! I just might have one at my desk, by my bed, in my purse, and on my coffee table.
• Reality TV- particularly The Real Housewives, The Bachelor, and Big Brother.
• Watching Disney movies with sweet nieces and nephew! They are so adorable and make me laugh.
• Nordstrom- I'm already getting excited about the boozy Christmas party! Level 2 holla!
• When my friends text me silly pictures or quotes!
• A good glass of red wine.
• Playing "I've Never" when out drinking with friends... seriously I'm always ready to play a game and WIN!
• Waking up on Saturday mornings, turning on ESPN Game Day, and then cheering my Texas Tech Red Raiders into victory!
• Body Jam class at my gym (if only I would be able to go more often). 
• Sonic Happy Hour!
• Freshly washed, crisp, sheets.
• Decorating for Christmas the weekend after Thanksgiving.
• When you go and get your hair cut, and your hairdresser massages your scalp for a extra long time!
• Dark chocolate.
• Having a skinny margarita on a patio in the month of May.
• Pinning, I have never wanted to be so domestic in my life. 
• When J Crew has 30% off sale items!
• My monthly girls book club. Yes my comprehension level and tolerance have both gone up.
• Looking at old picture albums with friends.
• Smart Water. I know its overpriced, but I like to believe that the electrolyes make me skinnier! 
• My newest discover, even though its not that new- On Demand! Who knew that you could catch up on a whole season's worth of shows in one review episode.
• My upstanding Saturday shopping date with my best friend aka my mom. Sometimes that is the one thing I look forward to all week long (and no its not for the killer fashion finds we discover, but for the quality time we spend together).
• Popcorn and a diet coke at the movies...both size large! It's the economical decision after all!
• Starbucks skinny vanilla latte on mornings when I want to call in sick and spend the entire day in my comfy bed.
• Chicken and dumplings when it's cold outside.
• Blogging about the interesting events in my life.
• When my dad becomes obsessed with a song, and plays it repeatedly, singing and dancing to it. (and yes, the song is usually some teenage pop song!)
• Going and listening to live music.
• The colors red, white, and blue.
• A extra large shirt and a good ole pair of granny panties on a Sunday. Ahh, the ultimate comfort after 6 days of Hanky Pankys and skinny jeans.
• Kendra Scott earrings. I don't know why, but I just feel fabulous when I wear them.
• Restaurant Week- enough said.
• The group texting function on my Iphone.
• When the song that is stuck in your head is the next song on the radio.

It's amazing how by just typing these words, a smile has spread upon my face. I definitely might have to update this list from time to time. I encourage each of you to make your own list of "favorite things". 

150 miles from Buc-ee

If you are from Texas then you know about a cluster, a six flags, a carnival of a truck stop called BUC-EE'S! When driving from Dallas to Houston or vice verse, Buc-ees provides you with a billboard countdown, letting you know at each mile marker how much closer you are getting to some Buc-ee nuggets, free fudge samples, beef jekey, or other beaver related products. Google it people. 

So needless to say, I was a little hesitant of dating a guy who's name was in fact- Bucky. Yes, I asked....this was in fact his real birth name. By now dear reader, you know how the story goes: I meet up with Bucky, charm him, go on several dates, and realize how NOT into him I am. This was in fact the case YET again; however this time there was a little twist. While dating this guy, I actually let him kiss me (I think twice). It took every ounce of my being to let him walk me to my apartment complex and lean in for a first kiss. Its weird, and yes, I am a freak. Kissing should not be work people! I'm sure my mom doesn't want to read this right now, but I used to be a bit of a kissing slut. I love kissing... or at least I used to! If I've learned anything lately, its that I save my kisses for people I actually a) find attractive b) have a crush on c) don't remind me of a beaver.

I might have used Bucky like a traveler overuses the public restrooms at the truck stop, but I blame timing. We started dating during the month of my 30th birthday. I was in a very vulnerable place in my life, and yes the idea of having a love potential did ease the blow of growing yet another year older. It felt good having someone text me during my birthday week and make plans for the weekend. 

The Bucky chapter of my life ends this way: When he went in to kiss me again on our last and final date, my body must have arched 150 miles from Bucky. It was like my physical being was rejecting this person. I tried to act like I wasn't trying to push him off of me, but I'm pretty sure he realized what was going on. Yikes, poor guy! 

Lessons learned: 

1) Don't date a guy who reminds you of a Beaver at a truck stop.

2) I need to really like you to want to kiss you.

(DISCLAIMER:THIS BEAVER IS NOT A ACTUAL PICTURE OF THE REAL BEAVER, I MEAN BUCKY...I TOLD YOU...GOOGLE PEOPLE, GOOGLE)

Chicken Soup for the Soul

Two friends sit down together at a restaurant in their childhood hometown. The location of the dining experience is the same, but as the community and experiences in their lives have evolved, so has their chicken soup. They have graduated from being the innocent, bright eyes high school girls at the Black Eyed Pea, into sophisticated women of the city whose flavor is more enriched. Now these two connected friends dine over a more exotic meal- Vietnamese Pho (aka chicken soup).

Each stares at the other divulging her latest "life frump". One is happily married for several years and yearning for a little one of her own, and the other is desperately seeking her Mr. Forever. Two women wanting something they have no control over. They laugh when they realize that both of them are thinking the grass is always greener on the other side. The single girl swears her life would be complete if she just found her groom, while the married friend just knows her life would be picturesque with the addition of a baby in her family portrait. They look at each other and both start to giggle-how silly they are sounding! The conversation lightens up as they both remember that life is not about planning for what could possibly come into your life tomorrow, but is for appreciating what God has blessed you with today.

Sometimes we get so wrapped up in comparing ourselves to everyone else's lives (Social media doesn't help this). No one will ever have the same experiences at the same time as you. Maybe if we stopped this insanity of "keeping up with the Kardashians" then we could really appreciate the place we are at...right now... in this exact moment!

In this ever changing world (especially in your 20's and 30's) people are naturally going to be in different life stages. Someone will be single, someone will be planning a wedding, someone will be expecting,divorcing, grieving, etc. Let's face it folks, high school was the last time we were all on the same leveled playing field. Life has graciously happened to each of us through unique experiences since then, and will continue to do so.

The two girls left the table hours later recharged after having a heavy helping of words only a old friend can speak. They both celebrated each other for where they were on that day. While they came from the same place, their worlds were miles apart... And that is what kept them together through all of life's storms and sunshines. Variety is the spice of life!

A Warning: From my panties

How do you know its time to get your rear in check???

 When your panties start getting to tight!!!

Each of us has that awesomely comfy pair of panties. You know, the all cotton pair, that are some hideous print, but fit you perfectly?? Well, I just put mine on and they are tight! WAKE UP CALL! When your panties are too tight, its time to get to the gym! 

More to come on this topic. But for now, I'm sleeping in shorts.

Lazy girl in the city

Let me tell you what has been on my mind this week- eat, sleep, eat, sleep... 

I somehow have morphed from this perky energetic singleton in the city, to some old school counselor who is completely content coming home and going to bed at 8:00 pm. I had two offers tonight to go do fun things with friends, and what did I do, I turned them down. That's right folks, for once in my life I chose solitude over company. Who am I? Is this what turning 30 does to you? Turns you into a unmotivated slob who lives on carbs, fattening food, and diet coke? 

I need to return to the girl who I was last week- the one that sprung out of bed at 5:30 to get her treadmill workout on, the one who wasn't craving stretchy pants, the one who was beaming confidence. I need to unnpack my freakin' suitcases as well! If someone were to come to my apartment right now, they might be wondering where my 8 cats are! 

I'm giving myself permission to be a bum for just one more night. I'm curling up on my couch watching me some reality tv, eating comfort food, pinning, and plotting my next move. Tomorrow I will wake up bright eyed and bushy tailed ready to celebrate the weekend away as two of my fabulous singleton friends turn a year older! But until then, pass the remote, and bring me a blanky. 

Who Dat?

I just had the best weekend get away, and I owe it all to my dear college roomie! If it weren't for her getting married, I probably wouldn't have ever danced the night away in the streets of New Orleans!!! (No like literally, we did the whole "Second Step" tradition at the end of her reception. The whole wedding crowd walked the streets dancing and waving our napkins. We even had our own police escort! A-mazing!)

The best part weekend wasn't the insanely romantic wedding, the phenomenal food, the sea of people watching, the yummy drinks, or the get way from Big D- it was learning that true friends are those who you may not see for days, weeks, months, or years but instantly pick up where you left off. Seeing my college friends this weekend not only reminded me of all the CRAZY times we had in college, but also reminded me personally of how far I've come from meeting them as a 18 year old college freshman to seeing them now as a 30 year old mature (sometimes) woman. 

Cheers to all my sweet friends who love, motivate, cherish, inspire, and accept me through every phase of my life! 

Yogini?

Yoga- I hate you. There I said it. I hate your downward facing dog, your fancy poses, and the mats that make that peeling/squishy sound every time I move. I dislike the fact that every tiny celebrity from Bethany Frankel to Kelly Ripa claim you as the reason they lead such a healthy lifestyle. Your students are snobs of the mat and give distasteful looks at newcomers as they distort and contort their limbs effortlessly. Yoga- I hate you.

I hate you, yet I want to be you. I really do. You are so zen, so solid, so one with the world. You attract the gym elite to your realm of relaxation and self discovery. Your lines are so slim and sleek, and the scent of your being is invigorating.

Yoga, I hated you even more greatly tonight when I self talked my way into your classroom. I was all prepared to find my darkened area in the back row and skim through your routine. I wasn't prepared for the dramatic disruption of my chi......

You would put my mat next to the one girl from my high school who could do more flips then anyone else in the state. You would do that to my ego wouldn't you... Damn you yoga! You would make her say that she is completely out of shape (though she teaches a kick your ass body attack class at the gym) and proceed for her to nail each of your poses effortlessly as I scrounge the energy to lift my body from the floor. And to top it off, you would keep sending the instructor over to me to help "adjust" my imperfect attempts at downward facing dog, some triangle pose, and lunging like a warrior- because the whole class wasn't already staring at me.

Oh but yoga I love to hate you. That natural high you give me in the last five minutes of class already has me craving more. I hate you Yoga. I hate you so much that I will be there next Tuesday at six. I will once again be the one awkwardly posing in the back row, right next to the cute,bendy, sweet as pie, ex college cheerleader... Gosh I hate you yoga!!