Thursday, October 9, 2014

OLD SPONGES AND CHIPOTLE


Let's talk about saving money, because quite frankly I am one of the cheapest people on the planet. But really, I am the kind of person that goes to the dollar store, buys a sponge and then I'm mad three days later when its tearing and falling apart. And then two weeks later I am walking into the same dollar tree with the same intentions as before, as if I forgot that the 50 cents I saved on that sponge wasn't worth the hassle and anger. 


With that being said, I have found much better ways to save money AND save time. Here's a list - and by putting them in a list I am saving you time, so you can just thank me later. 
  1. When you visit a place like Chipotle or Subway, take the time to learn the order of their questions. By telling them your order in the sequence they prefer it speeds up the process and makes the employees happy because you make their job easier. In turn, they become more generous with their chicken portions and you walk out of there with a burrito big enough to feed your entire apartment complex at the Fourth of July cookout. 
  1. Go days without checking your mail. Just let that stuff pile up in the mailbox. After about a week, make that hike and then take it straight to the trash can outside. You've saved time by not going to the mailbox every day and you save money by throwing out all those bills. YOLO. You do run the risk of pissing of the mailman and having your electricity cut off but what are e-bills for anyways. Use the internet to your full advantage.
  1. You know those underwear that stay at the bottom of the drawer because they've either been ruined by that god awful present we get once a month or because they just don't make your butt look great.. (This is obviously for us girls) well just wear them. Let's be real, no one is going to see your underwear on Monday when you've spent the entire day at work thinking about the glass of wine you're going to have along with a Netflix binge of gossip girl. You spend less time washing clothes and less money on laundry detergent - and we all know how expensive that shit is. 
  1. Cut those corners! When you are shopping at Target and are like me you always walk out with way more than you ever went in for. So before you go in, brainstorm and come up with the perfect route throughout the store in order to get exactly what you need. Then once you're inside, cut the corners sharp, and cut through places like the vitamin isle. (Because only responsible adults and old people buy vitamins) Now you have gotten exactly what you needed on your list aka saving money and by cutting through those isles you've saved time. 
  1. Join the dollar shave club. I really shouldn't have to explain myself on this one, but I will just in case you haven't heard of them yet. For either $1, $6, or $9 a month (shipping included) they send razors straight to your door. And girls let's be honest here, we have all used our boyfriends razor at some point and it worked a hell of a lot better than any razor I ever bought promising the smoothest legs anyone has ever seen. Not to mention the more decent ones can cost up to 15 or 20 bucks just for the cartridges. BYE. I'm mad just thinking about the money 15 year old me spent trying to impress those gross boys at the pool party. And if I wasn't a 23 year old child living alone with her 8 pound dog then I would buy this as a gift for my man friend.
So stop wasting time, make those Chipotle employees happy, and enjoy those smooth legs and faces. And try not to knock anything off the shelves at target when cutting those corners.. those employees don't like it very much when you just pick up speed and keep walking.. I would imagine anyways ;)

To learn more about the dollar shave club, visit their web side HERE. and please tell me this video isn't the funniest thing you've seen all day.. 



* Dollar Shave Club did not pay me for this post. All opinions expressed are completely mine and I wrote because I wanted to, damnit.  

Saturday, August 30, 2014

HAPPY LABOR DAY YA'LL


I hope you are reading this while enjoying time with your precious family, or while drinking margaritas by the pool. I am working all weekend, and Monday I was be conquering (yes, conquering) my first holiday alone as a restaurant manager. It's going to be great, I can feel it. - hopefully I'll survive. 

But let's rewind to how I used to spend my labor day weekends. Every labor day weekend my family from Kentucky rented a huge log cabin in the Smoky Mountains. When I say huge, I mean one year there was a room dedicated to all the kids and it was stocked with 10 bunk beds! Needless to say, we didn't get much sleep that weekend. 

(Just a small amount of cousins piled onto bed with Aunt Emma)

These vacations were sometimes the highlight of my year. Our weekend was always jam packed with things to do, but my favorite part was just being with family.  And not just any family. I only "belonged" to this family because my Aunt married my Uncle. But everyone took my Sister and I in the moment they laid eyes on us. We were treated just as loving and perfect as all the other kids. We gained aunts, uncles, cousins, memas, and papas, and it was everything I had ever dreamed of. 

(there are no words)

When I woke up in the morning I could smell freshly brewed coffee and crispy bacon. I could softly hear Mama Lou and Aunt Emma chatting about what they were reading in the paper that morning. I would stumble up to the family area still half asleep, only to cuddle up with Aunt Debby or Aunt Jen, whoever was easily accessible. (Even then it took me 30 minutes or so to wake up) As everyone would start to wake up we would have breakfast and talk about our plans for that day. Who was going where, what car they were riding in, where we would meet up if we were splitting up. All the kids would run and play while we were waiting on the adults to get ready. Whether it was a game of tag, or a game of pool we were bouncing off the walls from morning to night. We would go shopping during the day, hitting up an arcade was a must, and after dinner sometimes we would see a comedy show. (As if our family wasn't a comedy show in itself) We would come back to the cabin at night to grub on the endless amount of snacks everyone brought, and hop in the hot tub for just long enough to say we were in a hot tub. Going to sleep at night was hard because I wanted to soak up every minute of these trips before I had to venture back home miles away from the family I spent my entire life dreaming of being a part of. 

(we were so stylish)

I don't think anyone in that family understands the life-long impression they've made on my life. They taught me the true meaning of family, they gave me somewhere to belong, and something to believe in.  I am forever grateful to my Aunt Debby and her family for taking on my sister and I as her/their own. No matter where I am each labor day weekend, I will always wish that I am back in that cabin surrounded by people filled with so much love.

Thursday, March 20, 2014

WHAT UP.

Raewyn over at Warrior Queen has me on the blog today! 
Go on over and show us both some love!

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

SCHOOL LUNCHES


As I've gotten older my taste buds have changed quite a bit. A few years ago I would have hurled at the thought of eating onions and now I can't get enough of them! - Don't worry.. there's no one kissing me so I'm in the clear. But even though my taste buds have changed my eating habits haven't changed very much. 

I remember growing up my little sister would hardly eat anything at dinner, yet when it came to chips, candy, or snacks she was like a bottomless pit. No doubt I enjoyed having a Little Debbie snack after school but I always finished my dinner. If we went out to eat I usually ordered a salad or soup, and it would be nothing for me to have a can of green beans after school rather than potato chips. I was for sure the weird kid who didn't spend endless amounts of time trying to scheme ways of getting rid of their vegetables. (I'm pretty sure this is why our dog favored my sister)

Either way, you would imagine that because I am older and I do my own grocery shopping that my cabinets would be packed full of chips and cookies. But I still hardly eat sweets. I love baking, but I'll only do it if someone else is around. I've backed cupcakes on several occasions and never even ate one. 

I specifically remember school lunch being an awkward thing for me. There were usually two options for lunch, and they always served pizza no matter what. Usually everyone went for the pizza. I rarely did. I actually kind of miss the chicken and rice casserole.. y'all that stuff was good. But I always felt like somewhat of an outcast because I always went for the actual meal versus pizza. I'm pretty sure no one actually ever said anything.. I guess I was just insecure with my lunch choices. - just another reason why I never want to be that young again. Because being insecure about your choice of lunch is quite ridiculous.

How much have your taste buds changed? And now that you do your own grocery shopping is your pantry stocked full of potato chips and sweets?

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

I LOVE YOU.


I was thinking about how people put so much pressure and seriousness on saying "I love you" in a relationship. Some couples see this as a relationship taking a quick turn for serious lane, while others are saying I love you 2 months into dating each other. 

So how do you know when it's the right time, and how do you know what it actually means to the other person? Personally I tell people that I love them because I honestly do, and I want them to know how much I care about and love them. 


So next time (if there is a next time.. hello forever alone with her dog lady)* that I am involved with someone and I am overwhelmed with how much I care about them what do I say to let them know? I can almost guarantee the first time I say I love you even in an admirable tone that guy is running like Forest Gump except he isn't coming back.. 


How awkward would is it to be cuddling with someone and you look them straight in the eyes and say "I care about you." With no follow up.. you just stop there. Or you say "I like you so much." That makes me feel as embarrassed as I was the first time I saw Breaking Dawn. 


And maybe this comes down to the difference between loving someone and being in love with someone. Also, doesn't love mean different things to different people? I'm just curious how y'all express your emotions without sending the opposite sex running across the United States.


* Please don't misunderstand. I am actually perfectly okay with being alone with my dog for the rest of my life. She doesn't look at me funny when I tell her "I love you" she just cuddles in a little bit closer. 


Friday, January 31, 2014

DO MY THANG

Tumblr is ridiculously addictive. Not only does it spend hours amusing me but it also confirms that there are plenty of people that think in the same weird fashion that I do. It's very reassuring. Recently I am across this post :
DO YOU EVER NEED TO JUST TAKE SOMEONE BY THE SHOULDERS AND YELL “I CARE ABOUT YOU A LOT AND I NEED AFFIRMATION THAT YOU ACTUALLY WANT ME IN YOUR LIFE” AT THEM BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE I NEED TO DO THAT A LOT
(Source: rosekan, via infinityonbillnye)

Okay don't think I am crazy yet because I am pretty sure quite a few people struggle with knowing if someone actually cares about them or not. Even though most consider me an asshole (and I will not disagree) I am also a very loving and loyal person. I really do care about everyone no matter how close the friend or acquaintance. 

I spend an unhealthy amount of time wondering if these people would do the same for me as I would do for them. - Recently I've had to tell myself "Welcome to the real world Allison. It's every man for himself." Okay, a bit dramatic? Yes. But this is a big deal! How do I survive in a world when I would drop whatever for whoever just for the simple fact that they are another human being? 

It's not that I feel like these people owe me anything, because they don't. And I especially don't want people to feel like they owe me because I helped them once. I just want an unspoken mutual agreement that we have each others back. I just want to know that if the situation were to arise we would do the same for each other. 

Let's not get it twisted either. This is not about some guy that I am dropping everything for yet can't understand if he likes me back. This is about everyone, friendships included. So do you think I've officially lost my mind? Or does anyone else out there understand what I am trying to say? 

On a more pleasant note, let's link up with I Wore Yoga Pants to Work 
My girl Miley doing her thang.


and I am about to do mine at work, all weekend.

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

SHUT IT DOWN

I'm snowed in. Okay, I'm not actually snowed in. I live in the city which means my roads are probably in the best shape but I'm pretending that I can't leave my house due to the obnoxious amount of slush covering the roads. Plus, as soon as the sun goes down everything is going to start freezing. So I like to pretend that I'm stuck at home with endless cups of coffee, Harry Potter (since I just jumped on that bandwagon), and my beautiful bloglovin feed. 

Really the only thing I like about snow is that it gives me a valid reason for staying couped up in my house all day. When I spent those five awful months of college in New York I dealt with enough snow for a lifetime. Playing football with half the dorm in almost a foot of snow is loads of fun, but walking to class while being pelted in the face with snow is not my idea of a good time. Being born and raised in North Carolina, I was amazed when the snow never melted. 

Of course all the schools and daycares are closed today, but many places remain open including the restaurant I work at. I know the world can't stop just because of some snow but can't we all just take a breather? The roads are shitty, southerners (including myself) don't know how to drive in this shit, and how much money are these businesses actually making? 

Personally I think people should be forced to take a mandatory snow day. Go play outside in the snow with your kids or friends, then cuddle up with a good movie and some hot chocolate. Turn on the fireplace and snuggle up with your favorite blanket and a good book. Consider it a mental health day. 

Hey, I'm just saying maybe y'all should make me governer.. I'd shut down the state for any amount of snow over 3 inches.