9.14.2011

I love you (too).

I'm guilty of overusing the words "I love you". You and I could be friends for 5 minutes, and chances are I'll tell you I love you. Okay, maybe that's an exaggeration, but you get the idea. These three simple words are by far my favorite. Now, you won't catch me saying the words "I love you, too". Even if you know me well, you might not have caught on to this. This phrase makes me cringe, dramatic I know. It's the too part that drives me away from this phrase. Too- it just seems so forced, like maybe you wouldn't have said I love you if I didn't say it first. Like maybe you only told me you loved me because I told you. Ridiculous.

Instead, I leave out the word "too", that way there is never a doubt in your mind that I'm only responding.

Demonstration:

You: I love you
Me: I love you

It really is that easy. I really don't know another person that thinks this way; I'm understandably in the minority, but I'm okay with that.

9.12.2011

Two weeks-ish

I could not be more happy to say that it's finally football time in Tennessee. Shortly after football begins, we are blessed with fall weather, which is by far the greatest season of them all. The following pictures basically summarize my life the past two weeks.  A majority of my time lately has been spent nannying for the sweetest family in Knoxville. Hence the princess book and Annie's organic Mac & Cheese (see below). 

Senior year is bittersweet. I feel like I've been counting down the days to graduation since Freshman year, but now that it's actually here I don't want to leave. Yeah, I said it. I don't want to leave. That's coming from the girl who hated Knoxville in the beginning and wanted to transfer more than anything. 

I think I'm finally in my happy place. Although I adore Franklin with my heart and soul, It's hard to go home.  I'm sure when spring semester rolls around, I'll be more than ready to leave. But for now, the weather is perfect, I'm surrounded by my closest friends, classes are great, and it's football season. Why in the world would I want to leave Knoxville? 














9.09.2011

Easy Transformation

I've owned this plain, white dresser as long as I can remember. It's nothing special, very basic. I've never been crazy about it, but it got the job done. A few weeks ago I decided it was time for a transformation! This must be the easiest DIY project I have ever done.





9.05.2011

Is chivalry really dead?

Early last week a very silly, yet disappointing thing happened to me. As I was walking out of the Communications Building on campus, a guy offered to hold the door for me as I frantically rushed to my next class. That doesn't sound so silly does it?  Well in return for giving him a sincere smile and politely saying "thank you", he responded, "mhmm" and then rolled his eyes at me. 

Oh my, if you know me at all, you can only imagine my disgust in that moment. I wanted to shout back and say something along the lines of, "I know your mother taught you better than that." But instead I just laughed and walked away. I was completely appalled by this moment. Was opening the door for me really that big of a deal? Did I deserve an eye roll? Couldn't he just simply said, "you're welcome." 


A few weeks ago my younger sister went on a precious dinner & a movie date with this sweet boy she knows. After he picked her up for their date,  my dad and I realized that we wanted to go on a daddy-daughter date of our own. We thought about showing up at Macaroni Grille, where my sister was going on her date, but we figured she wouldn't speak to us for days. While dad and I were at dinner, I wondered if my sister's date had opened the car door for her. My dad's response, "I doubt it, no one y'alls age does that sort of thing anymore." 

I was surprised by my dad's response because my guy opens the door for me everywhere we go. Even when the "clicker" for his car was broken, he would make me wait so he could unlock the car from his side, then walk over and open my door. Call me old school, but it's just the gentlemen thing to do, right? I've very appreciative and recognize his gesture each time, but I don't see what the big fuss is all about. 

Clearly if I had known this guy was going to be rude about the door situation, I would have opened the stupid door on my own. 

Enough complaining from me, and cheers to the sweet guys that still open doors for the ladies!