Out with the Old, In with the New

As the new year vastly approaches, I'm taking the time to re-evaluate my circumstances. My view points. My way of thinking and living. We discussed my New Year's Resolutions in like October, so I won't bore you with a sequel of such. You already know about my mission, so I won't continue to bore you with that either. Over my Christmas holiday, I had a lot of time to spend with both friends and family back home. It was, for the most part, very enjoyable. It gave me time to think and breathe again. It was a very Merry Christmas.

While, today, I'm back at work and yesterday, I was dreading Monday's evil return, I feel like I'm in a zone, if you will. I'm ready to go. I'm ready to jump start the 2009 year full of energy and ready to take on every resolution, goal, and mission. I'll fill you in on why....

One reason, I'm ready to feel good. I'm ready to continue this positive outlook on life. Out with the sad, in with the happy. Christmas day, I went over to my aunt's house with the rest of my 30 member family mourning the first Christmas without my Nana who passed the first of October. Usually, the Christmas tree would have at least 100 presents under it because my Nana was a shopping queen, especially at Christmas time. One year, I believe I counted 181. In any case, this year, there was one for each person. We drew names and traded gifts. I received some generic Bath and Body works gift set. It was nice and I didn't complain, but it was on the more depressing side of the holiday's events thus far. Then my aunt's bright idea for distributing all 300+ pieces of her jewelry came to light. They were all bagged in goodie bags piece by piece, sorted by what they were: necklace, pendent, bracelet, pin, etc. Then numbers were drawn. All 12 of the women/girls in the room chose a number from a basket and that was the order in which we got to choose the jewelry. Is anyone else seeing something wrong here? Because I did.

Of course I was number 12.

Now, one could very wrongly mistake my disgust for this whole process for jealousy or greed in that I was the last grandchild to be able to draw. I'll have you know, however, I was very upset about this operation long before we drew the numbers. Numbers 1-3 and 6 were not even blood members of my family. 1 and 2 were the baby and "baby momma" of my younger cousin and number 6 had been "adopted" into my family a couple of years back in order to escape a bad home herself. Now, while I have no qualms with any of these young girls, I have been the woman's granddaughter for 23 years. 23. years. Number 6 chose a strand of my grandmother's pearls. Also note, it is unknown if they were real or fake. I'm sure that my aunt went through from the beginning and took the real, but in any case, I was not a fan. I was so angry by the time I left. All of my cousins were laying it all out on the ground, bartering for trade with other pieces, laughing at some of it. Granted some of it was atrocious and I laughed later at some that I had gotten. The whole scene just made me really sad. In my opinion, it was too soon. It was too soon to hand it all out and it could've been handled in a much better fashion. But some things you just have to let go of I suppose...

Which brings me to where I am now. Letting go. However difficult it was to keep my mouth shut, I managed. However difficult it was to come back to work today, knowing my brother, still in college, can stay home for another two weeks on vacation, I managed. It's high time I did a little growing up. However painful. I'm counting my blessings and ready to toast to the new year.

New year, new way of thinking, and my new car. Get excited.

"Ode to Little Red"

For the preview to this post see :Roxie.

I'm getting new wheels! SO exciting! At the end of the weekend my name will be signed to a brand new (used) car! And I'm thrilled! It's been such a long time coming! My poor Little Red has been a good car. She really has. She's had her struggles and her flaws, but then again, so have I. She's stuck with me and always pulled through again and again. So many memories..... 

When I learned that she had finally been traded back home, I was a little saddened, I won't lie. As much as I have wanted and pleaded for a new car in the past.... four years or so... When it actually happened, it hurt a bit. I'm just easily attached to things. People more so, but things, material things that I shouldn't be so attached to... I am. I can't help it. That car has been mine all mine since I turned 16. She drove Roxie and I to high school, she graduated with me, took me to college, moved me to my new city life, had many a pair of shoes thrown in and out of her, many a frozen twizzler, many an operation, many angry songs played, many tears cried and many more laughs... I could go on. What a life she's led. And now, she'll lead someone elses...

And so, goodbye sweet Little Red. You were good to me. And I'll always remember you. 

Anyway, enough of that. 

I'm getting a new car, I'm getting a new car, I'm getting a new car!!! Hooray! Oh, Happy Day!

Not Used to This Life Quite Yet..

Yes, I'm a fan. A big fan of music. A big fan of country music. A big fan of local bands who are on the brink of hitting it big. A big fan of members from hit bands of my past conjoining with local bands on the brink of hitting it big. This was my night last night.

Isn't he beautiful? I think so. There were many more pictures like this one taken. Don't you worry. This is the lead singer of a not very well known, but soon to be very well known, KingBilly. I was asked yesterday afternoon to attend their show with one of my city girls who had seen them before and was also excited to see Mr. Richard Marx along with the lead singer of Vertical Horizon perform in the same show. Of course my answer was, sure, live music? Perfect.

Matt Scannell (from Vertical Horizon) took me back to a very special place in my life. The late 90s. Although in the late 90s, the Captain and Cokes that I was inhaling while listening to some old favorites were not a part of my agenda. Richard Marx also performed some of his own and some that he had written and others had made famous such as Keith Urban's "Better Life." I was more than satisfied with this show before KingBilly ever took the stage. So the picture you see above was just icing on the cake. And what a cake it was. It's so exciting to see these shows and these people you never thought you'd be less than ten feet from. Turns out, they're right in my back yard now. And. I. Love. It.

Not too shabby for a Friday night. Good entertainment was needed in order to keep me going. I'm so ready for my Christmas at home. Especially since it's about this time that I'm used to being able to head home for the holidays after exams are over. Oh winter break... Not this year, unfortunately. Although, I am blessed to have a week off at Christmas. It's not quite the month I'm used to in between semesters. Life goes on I suppose. I'm still adapting. Still not used to it just quite yet...

On a Mission

I am on a mission. I wrote a couple of months ago in reference to my new attitude on life. My new goals of fitness and health. And then came Thanksgiving and multiple trips home and that whole fitness thing fell through the cracks. I have yet to join a gym even though I have been more cautious of my eating habits and have lost... not as much as I would like... by doing so. Oh well. Here I am again. 

My last grocery bill was outrageous because everything in my cart consisted of being on the more healthy end of the spectrum. I've been drinking almost three liters of water a day. Portions, much smaller. Starving? Only in my head... Don't worry. As I told Mr. Perfect, you really will never have to worry about Classy not eating enough. I'm always hungry. As of late, I'm just feeding that hunger when I know it's real and not just boredom or stress. I've started yoga. I'm new to this game, but I'm enjoying it so far. It's relaxing. I'm joining the local Y at the first of the year. It's the time of year I always get myself going again... only this time, I won't be moving or going home for the summer, therefore, I have no excuse for my routine to be compromised. I'm on a mission. 

Fuel for my mission. Oh, you'll like this one. I was asked in June to be a bridesmaid in my college roommate's wedding this coming May. Of course I would, that's not a question. The dilemma... her choice of dress was being discontinued in July. Reminder: this is June. Therefore, the solution is, no fitting, just giving her my size and allowing her to order it for me. To me, this isn't an issue. It's a no-brainer. I've been the same size for years. My last semester of school, I dropped a size. Order me this size. Thank you. She comes back with a dress that is a size larger than the size I asked for. She says "I had to order my wedding dress in this size and thought it would be easier, just in case, to take in rather than let out." Excuse me? 

I'm not making this up.

Fuel for my mission. I'm determined to not only not have to quote "let it out." I'm determined to have to take it in about three sizes. I'll show her and the rest of those caddy sorority sisters of mine... (remember them? They'll most definitely be at this wedding... woo)... that this Classy girl can hold her own in this great big world and she doesn't need the likes of them anyway. Okay, so I'm being dramatic. But you get the picture. 

Yes, I'm on a mission. Hold me to it, won't you? I'm looking forward to the attention. You would be too. Ready, set, go!

"I Don't Wanna Grow Up"

...well, you need to. Seriously, get on that.

Quite the entertaining weekend. No, I didn't run into Lindsay Lohan, but I ran into a few girls who would've fit nicely into this particular movie. Don't get me wrong, I can be quite the mean girl... much to my avail. Oh well. Not today's point. So let's get to today's point shall we?

Went home this weekend for yet another wedding. A friend that I grew up with did as most of my friends are doing lately, graduated college and graduated from the single life all within a few months. It was a beautiful wedding. She was a princess as predicted. No mean girls were in attendance of such wedding. Even though we were one big happy group of friends for oh, I don't know, eight years of our lives. I am only referring to said girls as "mean girls" because they have since gathered back together even moreso "clique-esque" since graduating college. Are we regressing back to our high school days, Ladies? Is my life suddenly in rewind when all of this time I was certain it had been in fast forward? My newly married princess friend specifically told me that she invited every last girl that was in our "group" growing up. Can we talk about how I spoke to one of them who decided not to go based on the fact that it was her birthday... (and?!)... and her remark to Princess inviting some of the other girls was "Classy, do you remember what terms they were on in High School? Why would she invite her to her wedding now?" My response... "NO! Of course I don't remember what terms they were on in High School because it was... HIGH SCHOOL?" Buh. I'm getting myself all worked up again. I was honestly ashamed, sitting in that beautiful ceremony and being the only one out of the entire group of approximately seven or so girls. I cannot fathom being offended to receive an invitation to a friend's wedding. Yes, we haven't been so close while in school, but we grew up together. That in itself is enough for me. Whatever. Burn your bridges if you wish, just don't look back after you do.

Anyway, the rest of the weekend consisted of drinking (too much) on Friday night into the wee hours of the morning, entertaining text messages, friendly bar tenders, christmas shopping with my mother, and spending time with a couple of my "nice girls." My SATC girls if you recall. Missed Roxie again. Reunion to come soon. It was a good weekend all in all. Minus the disgust I had for said girls mentioned above. Oh well. Live and Learn... and Grow. Grow up.

Dream On

I had quite a vivid dream last night. When I say vivid, I mean a dream so entirely realistic you feel that you are actually living it... Okay, so perhaps realistic is not the right terminology. But real. It feels real. You know the one I'm referring to... the one you hope is real or pray is not. This one was the former.

I haven't remembered many dreams as of late. I hope that means I'm sleeping well. But last night, in one night... get ready... I was named Sweetheart of a fraternity that does not exist at my alma mater and congratulated by people I have not been in contact with since High School, I was rescued from such a congratulatory mob by quite the handsome college coed of whom I have secretly admired from a distance for four years, I met Kenny Chesney when said coed and I escaped for drinks and then flew out to Key West for a concert in which KC only sang John Mayer songs. Go figure. Island Girl, I'm sorry you couldn't be with me. 

In any case, more excitement than I've seen in some time now. And when I rolled over to my singing alarm this morning, I was more than a little irritated. 

While I've taken a select few Psychology courses, I've yet to discover the meaning of dreams. I'm sure you can find many meanings (good and bad) behind the curious saga that I encountered in one night, but I'm okay with this. I'll take more of the good and less of the bad (of which I have had my fair share this week) and keep dreaming. It's what I do. 

I hope tonight's dream world serves to be as entertaining as last's. In the real world, I'm off to another wedding weekend and another trip back home for said wedding. Exciting, yes. Exhausting, yes. Another witness to the race of life as I've come to see it. Maybe this is why I find such solace in my dreams. There, I can be whoever I want, where ever I want, with whomever I want, with zero responsibility. That's my favorite part. Zero responsibility. 

ha. right. dream on Classy.... 

Fashion Police Meets Black Friday

Let the chaos ensue. It's Black Friday! .... and I'm still alive. Every year is always an adventure. This year, as I came home for Thanksgiving, my mother and I decided to take on the crowds again this Black Friday morning. Quick stop at the mall... disaster... on to other shops we frequent, not so disastrous, but still unbelievable lines and people and FASHION STATEMENTS! This is a post about the last. Lots of lines, lots of people... yeah yeah, that's a given. But oh, the fashion. Oh, the poor poor fashion choices of today. I encountered more examples of the "roll out of bed and accidentally tried too hard to make it look like I just rolled out of the bed" than I have ever before. Granted, as much as I try to keep up with Stacy and Clinton on "What Not to Wear" and as much as I adore InStyle magazine, some fashion considered 'in' or 'hip' today, I completely disagree with. Leggings and tights with Ugg boots are one of such examples. While leggings and tights push the limits for me simply because I feel that I'm thrown back into the fourth grade when they were 'in' the first go around added with the fact that people who should not wear them do, when combined with the Ugg boots, it becomes far beyond out of control. Add gym shorts over the tights. Add fairly cute long sleeve shirt. Plus, the messy ponytail. My question is, "Wouldn't you have saved yourself so much trouble, had you just worn jeans?" It is eight o'clock in the morning for the love of God. I only wish I had a picture of not only this completely unfortunate young lady but the expression on both my mother's face and my own after we passed her. One word: Tragic.

My advice of the day: Follow people to their car and then steal parking places when shopping on Black Friday, always use your signal when turning into a parking spot if you've been waiting, keep the tights and leggings in the drawer and the Uggs in the closet (unless you plan on wearing them separately, don't overdo the "roll out of bed" look, and NEVER underestimate a good pair of jeans. Ever.

Hope everyone had a fabulous Thanksgiving! Enjoy your weekend!

Men!

What is it with men? Maybe it's just the men in my life. Maybe that's too broad. Maybe it's just some of the men in my life. Blatant disregard for other people, mainly me. Do I allow it to happen to myself? Probably. Ridiculous I know for someone who seems so strong-willed. I'm a sucker for some, I won't lie to you. Rico is one of those someones.

As much as I'm a sucker for him, it also means that he can absolutely infuriate me. Which was the case this evening. Love him, really I do. But how can one person be so aggravating? Tonight was one of the few nights out of the week where Classy gets some alone time as Mr. Perfect had a rehearsal to attend. What does Classy like to do in her alone time? Catch up with her friends, talk on the phone, watch episode after episode of Law & Order, and facebook. When there is no work to do be done, no one to entertain, and no one to criticize my L&O addiction, this is the life I lead. One friend I enjoy catching up with and talking to would be Rico. Usually I can spend time laughing at his ridiculous stories or being informed of the current small college gossip. Tonight however, apparently I was not important enough for conversation. I talked to him after work, then maybe a text message here or there for an hour or so, and then nothing... for quite some time. When he finally decided to grace me with a phone call, he said he had been in a meeting and then people had stopped by and why yes he'd seen that I had been trying to get ahold of him, but no he had chosen to simply watch the phone ring or see the text messages light up his phone instead of picking up or returning one. He was sorry but really, he didn't quite know why... Seriously? Let me rephrase... SERIOUSLY?

I'm not a needy person. Perhaps sometimes I can be, as we all can, but in general, not needy. I do ask that if you're talking to me and then all of a sudden you aren't anymore, to perhaps provide reason or explanation for blatantly ignoring me. Too much to ask? I mean honestly!

Please note that had it been the other way around, the flip side of the coin if you will, he would have been so angry with me that I would not have heard the end of it. I, however, have been apologized to, so I need to move on. Right. This is me venting... and moving on. Call me childish if you feel it necessary but I'm just asking for a little mutual respect here.

Another knot in the rope we use to hold onto one another I suppose. Unfortunately for him, as he's well aware, is the fact that I don't forget easily. It's not about keeping score... okay, it could be... it's about allowing him the opportunity to see how he treats me turned around to directly affect how he's treated. Funny how that works, isn't it?

Yes, I still love him. He's one of my closest friends. He's not usually such a jerk... towards me anyway. I'm still not happy at the moment... it happens. Men.

Oh AMAs, Where Do I Begin?

Perhaps first, that Kanye wants to be Elvis? Or maybe Miley Cirus's very Ashlee Simpson-esque jazzercise performance? The Pussycat Dolls and their stripper poles? Rihanna the pirate? Taylor Swift beating out Carrie Underwood? The Jonas Brothers beating out Colbie Callait? You pick, because I could go on...

Needless to say, I was quite less than impressed with this year's American Music Awards. The talent was lacking and more often than not, I felt as if I were watching dance awards rather than music awards. Performers such as Beyonce danced their hearts out, however, forgot that when performing for Music Awards, they're expected to sing. Crazy, right? Maybe it's me. 

I was disappointed that I missed out on Christina's opening act. I heard it was enjoyable. I thought Natasha Bedingfield was the most talent I encountered all evening. By far the most impressive. Then again, I turned it off before Alicia Keys hit the stage. I couldn't take anymore. Quite disappointing for someone who adores awards shows. Especially music awards. 

If you watched, I'd love to know what you thought. Did I miss any high (low) lights? Let me know...

Take a Breather

I had so many blogging friends enjoy Christina's "Superbitch" that I thought I would do a mid-week breather for all to enjoy. It's a little more country than pop, but the same kick-ass angry girl music you know I so enjoy. And so, I hope you enjoy.

Here's a clip of Kelly Pickler's CMA performance, "Best Days of Your Life."

Note: My love of Kelly Pickler extends to "Red High Heels" and now this. Even if you're not a fan or perhaps know nothing of her, watch anyway. It will make you smile. Two days until the weekend!

I am Woman, Hear Me Roar

... and bitch, and manipulate. a lot.

I had a revelation today. Perhaps I should've had such a revelation quite some time ago. Oh well. While I take pride in the fact that I'm a fighter and not one to sit there and take whatever it is that is dished out to me, I realized today that my perfected "bitch" attitude can be more hurtful than sometimes I intend it to be. Not always, don't get me wrong. More often than not, it is more than deserved. Sometimes, however, I say things I know will cut the deepest or get the reaction I'm seeking and afterwards regret receiving. It happens.

My Methods, My Secrets:
I'll preface this by saying that there is one of two ways I win an argument. Everyone has their own master technique... these are mine...

1) I know I'm not the only one who needs to scream and throw curse words to the wind every now and again. If the situation arises that such scene is needed, have no fear, I'll be the Classy one to throw such a fit. I find that even through emotions and anger, I am almost always on my toes and am able to come out with the last word. Very quick-witted, if you will. I like this about myself, I won't lie.

2) Used more often than the latter, my non-chalant passive tone and my "cool" (cold bitch) persona is the one I realized today gets me into the most trouble. If you know me, you know exactly what I'm referring to, if not, you probably have one yourself that you can compare it with. I can be very condescending and hurtful. Please don't take me the wrong way here. I'm not a terrible person. I'm a real person. I have my guards up just as any other girl would. But I am fully aware that words are powerful and that in the end, there are times when I can go one step too far. Once again, it happens.

Okay, so there you have it. Secrets some wait quite some time to figure out when it comes to playing hard ball with Classy. I would also like to add, however, that I am not afraid to apologize when I know I'm in the wrong either. I might want you to apologize first,... stubborn... but if I did cross that line, I'll admit to it.

Anyway, I thought I would share. I can be relatively caniving. For this, I'm sorry. At least I'm aware of it. And moreso, I admit to it! Perhaps it's a learned trait... or perhaps a characteristic I've developed on my own in my twenty plus years of livlihood. Whatever. Such is life.




"She's a lover, baby and a fighter..." -Red Hot Chili Peppers

Concerts, Movies, Shopping, and Cocktails

Sounds like a pretty exciting weekend already, wouldn't you agree? I would. 

My boring yet, quite enjoyable Thursday off turned into quite the eventful evening after receiving a few messages from one of my new city friends who obviously knows me all too well. She claimed that she would not be attending our Thursday Night Out (2 for 1 at my favorite bar), because she had a free ticket to a concert down the road. Upon asking what concert in the area, I received a response of "Just the CMT tour this year, Jason Aldean and Lady Antebellum. I really don't even know who Jason Aldean is and I know like two songs from Lady A, but it's free..."

Excuse me? Okay, maybe it's being new to this city and not exactly used to this free concert here, free concert there, who really cares who it is, let's just go because it's live music mentality, but these are people/bands I know all too well! I want to go! ... And what Classy wants, Classy gets. I ended up in the middle of the show with two fantastic friends singing along to great music. There's just something about a man of 6'3 singing southern rock/country in tight jeans and a cowboy hat. Don't judge me. 

Friday night consisted of more entertainment. As many of you probably know the new James Bond released this weekend and Mr. Perfect and myself along with five others felt the need to make a night of it. After the viewing of 007 at his finest, we then moved through the city to a local bar that I had not been to before. Two Captain and Cokes and a bottle of my favorite beer later, we headed home. I loved the movie. Some in attendance of our party did not, but then again, I also realized that my movie tastes differ so drastically from theirs, it is time to simply see movies for the first time without them, compare notes, and only then, if they have the same opinions and I'm not going to be mad by the end of their rants, will I be viewing them again in their presence. End. Of. Story. 

James was just fine for me. I recommend it if you're in the mood for your typical action packed, women throwing themselves at him, rebel with a cause trying to escape death at every turn of scene, 007 movie. 

Today is shopping day as yesterday was payday. It's difficult for me to not go on at least one shopping event after this day comes and goes. Therefore, happy weekending and wish me luck on spending money that I shouldn't! 

Have No Fear, The Weekend is Here!

As you could probably tell, the week started off a little less than par. Monday was a rough dayfilled with emotional inner-turmoil, children refusing to listen or follow directions, slight conflict with Mr. Perfect, and the beginnings of this sickness that has slowly conquered my body. However, as the week went on, my mood grew more positive. Yesterday was exciting and today is my day off therefore, you know Classy is a happy girl. Why was yesterday exciting you may be wondering? Well, it was the 42nd Annual Academy of Country Music Awards. If you have read anything about me, you are aware that I love all kinds of music from T Pain to Jimmy Buffett, Destiny's Child to John Mayer, Christina Aguilera to Sugarland. And so, CMA day was quite exciting as AMA day will be next week. However, as the CMAs are held in Music City, Little Miss Classy was quite star struck just knowing how many celebrities whom I admire and sing along with daily were so close to home. It was quite a day. My morning drive to work began such excitement with just talk (via my favorite radio duo) of all of the fame less than ten miles away from me, a surprise visit from dear ol' Dad at work as he was passing through town continued the excitement, and the majority of my favorites winning last night concluded such a terrific Wednesday!

Recap if you're interested at all: 

1) Male vocalist of the year- Brad Paisley (for the 2nd year in a row)

2) Female vocalist of the year- Carrie Underwood (for the 3rd year in a row)

3) Song of the Year- Sugarland's "Stay"

4) Vocal Group of the Year- Rascal Flatts

5) Vocal Duo of the Year- Sugarland

6) Album of the Year- George Strait

7) New Artist of the Year- Lady Antebellum

8) Entertainer of the Year- Kenny Chesney (for the 4th year in a row)

...Those are the big ones I believe. Minus the leather pants that so many chose to perform in and a select other "what was she thinking?" moments, I'd say the fashion watch was pretty exciting as well. Don't worry, you'll get a recap of the AMA's next week as well. I'm a sucker for awards shows. I can't help myself. 

Anyway, today is my day off for the week. Another bit of good news/bad news is the change in schedule I'm preparing for beginning on the 24th of November. We're returning to 8 hour work days as opposed to ten. Bright side: No more 7:30-5:30 work days. I like the sound of 8:15-5:15. (Especially since there is a half hour of mandatory break and a half hour of overtime pay every day) Dark side: No more off days. However, if I'm not so exhausted working ten hours every day, I might not be so ready for an off day by the end of a long week. We'll see how it works out. I believe I'm okay with this at this point in time. 

Aside from my sickness, it hasn't been a bad week. I'm very much looking forward to my Friday and Saturday nights. The weekend is always the best part of any week. I hope all of you enjoy yours as well! If anything terribly exciting happens, you'll be the first to know... 

A Lighter Note

I haven't forgotten my awards! I've been given two without response so far! My favorite Island girl has bestowed upon me the Superior Scribbler Award and the ever so cute Blogging Friends Forever Award! First, the S.S. Award:

Rules: 1. Post the award on your blog; 2. Link me for giving it to you; 3. Link the originating post here; 4. Pass the award on to 5 more deserving people; 5. Post these rules for your recepients.

Deserving Recepients: Roxie @ Baby, When the Sun Goes Down; Bodelou @ Bode Blog; Tiffany @ Confessions of a Shop Girl; D* @ I'm Having a Moment; Gwen @ Confessions of a Control Freak

...Second, BFF Award:

There are rules and regulations to this award as well, but I just love it and I'm so appreciative of all my new blogging friends. I give it to all of you. I love so much reading up on your daily/weekly thoughts and hope I give you as much entertainment as you give me. Happy Blogging!

Trapped

1. Sorry I've been a major slacker for about a week now. Promise to not let it happen again. 

2. Note: This post may be very Carrie Bradshaw-esque and may even make some of you roll your eyes at me for not appreciating what I've been blessed with. But you know me, no apologies. 

This past weekend was quite wonderful. I enjoyed some alone time, some pampering, and a lot of sleeping. It was exactly what I needed at the end of last week. Yesterday however, was rough. What is it about Sunday afternoons? I find them so lonely, no matter where I am. So you're asking yourself how do I go from lonely to trapped? Try and stay with me. 

I spoke with my mother several times yesterday as I usually do. She knows Sundays are hard for me. Once again, I don't know why. Anyway, one of our last conversations of the day began with her telling me that my grandmother's most recent habit is referring to Mr. Perfect as my finance. Okay. Hold the phone. Last I checked my left hand, I have no diamond. I, more or less, brushed it off with "Whatever helps her sleep at night." Note: She's not a fan of her only granddaughter having moved in with her boyfriend. Also note: Classy doesn't care. If she only knew how many other things in my life she could stress over aside from my living arrangements... Anyway, moving on. While my mom was laughing about this, it led into a conversation I didn't want to have. She began asking questions that she rarely asks because she knows I don't enjoy them. Ex. "Have the 2 of you talked about it? What are your thoughts?" And my personal favorite, "Are you sure he's the one?" Please mother, put these on top of my carefree weekend just to add a little spice. 

The truth is I once had the answers to all of these questions. Now, I feel that even the simple questions put me in a cage I cannot seem to escape. I'm not ready to make these decisions. When a grand majority of my friends are married, engaged, or in very serious relationships, I find myself feeling stuck. Have I trapped myself in a life I don't want to be in? Just writing that sentence brings tears of fear to my eyes. I laugh it off most of the time. Questions are asked and I give the typical answers that I know everyone wants to hear, but honestly it scares me to death to find myself in such a position at this point in my life. 

Maybe it's a fear of the unknown or a fear of growing up. Maybe it's a fear of making a mistake or losing control over my precious independence. Maybe it's typical Classy playing our everything in her head to an exaggerated state. Whatever the case might be, I've really struggled with it for the past 48 hours. 

Interestingly enough, it has more to do with my own state of mind than Mr. Perfect. One would think something had changed or gone wrong with the fault lying in him, but not so much. I mean, I could make out a list of all of the qualities I love so much about him and all of the things he does for me. Then again, I could also list the things that drive me crazy along with everything I wish he did for me. But that is the case with every man, right? Or any significant other, I suppose. Whatever. It's not about him. 

I guess I'm settled here now. Therefore, it's time to figure out what's next. And the "what's next" answers are becoming more frightening every day. 

Another sorority sister got engaged last night. My college roommate (also engaged) emailed me this morning to tell me. She also concluded in her own special way... "Soon we're all going to be married! Isn't that exciting! When are you joining the club? Want me to stop asking? haha..." etc etc. Well, I do know the answer to that question and it's "YES! For the love of everything good and holy, stop asking!"

Oh life. In the words of the beautiful Dierks Bentley, "I'd settle for a slowdown."

Music is My Remedy

Music has always been a huge part of my life. From winning national awards with my choir in high school to jamming out to the radio on a daily basis, music can both bring me up and pull me back down at any given time. It has been vital to my existence and more often than not defines certain time periods of my life. That's just the way it goes. With all of that said, I'm not necessarily talking about ground breaking symphonies here. While secretly, I can always have my breath taken away by grand performances by an impressive choir, I also enjoy the likes of well known artists such as T Pain, John Mayer, Sugarland, Beyonce, Carrie Underwood... the list goes on. And don't judge me for any of them. They all hold a special place in my heart. Sometimes even a little Britney Spears can get to me. Once again, don't judge. Thanks. 

Anyway, as you read from my previous post, it's been quite the weekend. And so, driving around the city on this beautiful afternoon, my music soothed my soul. So, I thought I'd share. This makes me happy... don't make fun of me. 

So, remember that time I wrote of my love for angry girl music? This may or may not qualify. Whichever, I'm a fan. Happy start of another week to all of my "super bitches" out there.

Truth Be Told

Sometimes I just want to start a fight. Honestly. Classy, yes? Not quite. I'm not talking about "white trash-let me kick someone's ass-pull hair-scratch and spit-beat down," I don't do that. I'm just in a need to scream a little... Maybe one slap. Just one!

It's been one of those weekends... not a bad weekend, per se, but a weekend where I've just been in a mood. Every man in my life is on my last nerve in one way or another. Mr. Perfect has been Mr. PMS for the past few days. I'm not sure if he's not getting enough sleep or his daily dose of calcium, but whatever the case might be, I'm over it. Rico also knows how to get under my skin when he feels it necessary. I'm over that too. Then there are the select few ladies in my life that are driving me crazy as well. Diva came up this weekend and I'm always glad to see a face from home. But she became quite inebriated last night and her filter basically shut down after that. I was quite annoyed by the end of the evening. Basically, I'm just fed up.

Last night, I went to my Halloween party of the weekend... a day late in order to also make it a birthday party for one of our friends. It was enjoyable. I looked good. That was a plus. But I was so aggravated by everyone for the majority of the evening, I hardly would say it was as much fun as I remember house parties being in college. In any case, it was fine I guess. I'm just in a mood. A state of mind, if you will. You've been there... you know you have. I'm ready for some alone time. Or some time to spend with those who understand me a little more than some have proven to this weekend. Hope you have had a Happy Halloween weekend! Here's to a new week!

Sleeping Woes

This picture equals Heaven in my book. Lately, however, I have been noticing a trend. I've been getting in trouble for falling asleep... at night. Why you might ask? Yes, you read correctly. Night being the time when people fall asleep on a normal basis. Well, apparently, I'm not allowed to fall asleep when I'm tired. For one reason or another this week, I've been made fun of, yelled at, or worse... awoken after falling asleep or "resting my eyes" in the late hours of the evening. Okay, so some evenings these late hours are around 9:30 or 10:00pm, but that's aside from the point. The point is... I love sleep. I adore it actually. On occasion I wake up and the first thing I think about is the next time I can crawl back into bed. Is this a sin? I think not.

Let's break it down here. In my college days, God I miss them... I would go to class, eat lunch, nap for hours, eat dinner, gym, shower, maybe do some work, go out until whenever, go back to sleep... whenever I wanted to... which usually meant 2:00 or 3:00 am. That was the life. Now, however, I work ten hour days. Not four, not eight, ten. And not in some plush corner office at a desk. Chasing, entertaining and teaching children for ten hours a day. I'm not complaining. I signed up for it and I actually enjoy it. But am I entitled to be tired at the end of the day? I would think so. I would like to challenge some of friends who are still in college to waking up at 6:00am and going strong for ten hours then coming home and preparing dinner (or ordering pizza) and collapsing on the couch. See how long your eyes stay open once you're down for the count. Not very long. I'm not categorizing all of my college friends or those that have day jobs in plush corner offices. I'm not saying "Woe is me," because I'm well aware of friends in college or at desk jobs who work just as hard as I do and love sleep just as much. I'm just asking for a little leniency here.


Please. Thanks.




*Note, this soapbox is not about one particular circumstance or occurance, but multiple occasions with different people supplying me with equal scrutiny for wanting to catch a few zzzz's. Or accidentally doing so. Either way. Let there be rest for the weary.

An Award for Me?

Your's truly has received a blogging award! How exciting! Sweet Tiffany from Confessions of a Shop Girl has passed along the Bookworm Award and I intend to pass it along as well! What is this you might ask? Well here is a synopsis on accepting such a compliment...

Pass it on to five other bloggers, and tell them to open the nearest book to page 56. Write out the fifth sentence on that page, and also the next two to five sentences...The CLOSEST BOOK, NOT YOUR FAVORITE, OR MOST INTELLECTUAL!

Sadly enough, I received this award last week and have only just today picked up a book. Unless you count my lesson planning books, in which case, they are at work, I'm sorry. The book I'm currently reading however, and the one beside me right now is a cutsie little love novel by Carly Phillips entitled The Bachelor. Thus, here is my contribution to the Bookworm Award:

"He'd always liked Yvette Gauthier, a pretty redhead with a bubbly personality and the ability to make a man feel like a god. Then, just as he recalled how that same personality trait had nearly smothered him, he also remembered she'd become a flight attendant, which meant she wouldn't be around if his kid fell and got hurt or needed help with homework. Raina had always been home for her boys. Though Roman didn't mind if his wife worked, a long-distance job for both parents was out of the question."

Unfortunately, I haven't made it to page 56 yet. Ridiculous? Maybe. I haven't taken the time to sit down and read in quite some time. Maybe this should be added to my list of ten below. In any case, I pass the torch along... 

Roxie of "Baby, When the Sun Goes Down"

Island Girl of "Not Perfect, But Worth It"

Bodelou of "Bode Blog"

Tova Darling of "Secret Life of Tova Darling" 

Meika of "Meika Musings"

I love trying to keep up in this blogging realm! I'm honored to have received and I am honored to pass along... Blog away, Ladies!

Early New Year's Resolutions?

In complete agreement with Island Girl's post of Christmas coming far too early if you're out and about in the shopping world... which I usually am... I am skipping past Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas and making my New Year's Resolutions. Yes, I said it. Today. 

I've been on a roll lately. The positive energy is flowing. And I like it. So this is the deal...

1) Stay positive. 

2) Continue on this new diet routine. 

3) Find a gym. Get to work. 

4) Continue to decorate this apartment so it feels more like home. 

5) Stay positive.

6) Figure out when I'm going back to school.

7) Figure out what I'm going back to school for. 

8) New car!

9) Travel more... visit my far away friends. I need them. 

10) Stay positive. 

So, there you have it. My list of 10. I'm just trying to get back on my game... I'm ready to move forward and embrace the future while still cherishing my past. I know it's possible. We're coping with transition here. I feel like I'm becoming more accustomed. It doesn't get easier, but I feel that I'm getting stronger. Happy New Year! 

Have you thought of any resolutions? Feel free to share.

Back to the Grind

It's that time again. Really, transition-based depression can only last so long. So, I'm really doing my best to kick it before my seasonal depression sets in. 

*Note: I promise I'm typically a cheerful person. 

Yes, I've come down with the fitness bug again. 

Or I've been inspired. Either way you look at it, here I am. I've decided to explore this new city I've been living in and find an acceptable gym facility to work out in. I've been doing my research. Also, back on the diet plan. It's time. I know I can feel better on a day to day basis especially if I'm feeling better about me. That's usually how it works out. 

Work outs are the easiest high for me. I love it once I'm there. It's the getting there that prevents the inches from falling off of me. I struggle making time or motivating myself enough to get off of my ass at the end of the day. And let's be real... Classy doesn't get up early to do anything, let alone work out. But this isn't the point. I was on a routine in the latter part of college. A really good routine, actually. It's time to get back there. Get going in sync with the ipod. It's going to happen. Wish me luck and I'll keep you posted. 

Maybe a year from now, when I'm preparing to return to my second Homecoming as an alumni, I'll have a few more bitches talking about me behind my back. For things I can take credit for this time... Yes, this could be fun.  

Post-Homecoming Blues

I feel that this accurately portrays my mood since Sunday upon returning home. It's been a pretty lonely week. But then again, I knew it would be. 

You look forward to one weekend for months. It comes and goes far too quickly, just as you knew it would. Then you're left with both the sadness that it's over and the emptiness of not having it to look forward to any longer. 

I don't know that many understand, or maybe you all do, but I have such a hard time letting go. I am not one that deals well with change but I have also had an entire summer to accept the fact that I don't live in college anymore. I had almost gotten to a point where I was at peace with it. Not that I still didn't miss the people unbelievably so and not that I don't still daydream of the life I had six months ago, but I was trying to find that silver lining of the new life I'm leading. I'm still trying to find it, I guess. In any case, returning back to that life this weekend was fantastic. I truly had a great weekend as you read earlier. It was so nice to be reminded that those I love are real. Not just a voice on the other end of the line. And that they miss me as I miss them. Terribly. Unfortunately, such a visit was short-lived and now here I am again. Back at square one. 

Island girl and I had joked early Friday morning, at the beginning of our long road trip, that Monday morning would be hell. Back to reality. Back to work. Back to being far away from our friends. Sure enough, that's exactly what it was. And as we've agreed since Monday, it seems to have carried over throughout the remainder of the week as well. 

Tell me I'm feeling sorry for myself. Tell me I'm wallowing in my own self-pity. Tell me I need to grow up. I know it already, don't rub it in. It's just been a lonely week. I'm really missing home. When in actuality, this should feel like home by now. Like I said, hard time letting go. 

Just those post-homecoming, post-road trip, post-excitement blues. It would've been nice to have something exciting this weekend to look forward to again, just to keep things moving along. Alas, nothing...Perhaps a visit with the brother. That could be fun. We'll see. 

Keep Roxie in your thoughts today... Wishing I was with her. 

Tag You're It!

Well, I've been caught! I've been tagged by Meika of Meika Musings. So, I thought I'd respond by giving a few well or little known facts of your's truly. 

Here are the Rules:

1.Link to the person that tagged you
2.Post the rules on your blog
3.Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself
4.Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs
5.Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.
6.Let your tagger know when your entry is UP.

For Your Information:

1) I'm an Iced Tea addict. I don't do coffee. I know, I'm one of few. So, I get my caffeine from both Iced Tea and Diet Coke. Every day. This is how I begin my day and make it through my morning of work without falling asleep. 

2) I have serious seasonal depression. I live for beach vacations and digging my toes into the sand, with margarita in hand. When winter rolls around, I have a hard time focusing because I hate being frozen all of the time. I've been known to become even more moody than usual during such frozen months. My only remedy: over sized blanket, someone to snuggle with, and a good marathon of either America's Next Top Model or Law and Order.. Which leads me to...

3) I am a serious Law and Order junkie. The original, Criminal Intent, and SVU, with the latter being my favorite, but any of them being able to have me nestled into my couch fully content for quite some time. This obsession started in college when TNT and USA became two channels of late night television that I could always count on for episode after episode. Unfortunately, I don't have time to watch nearly as often anymore, but when it's on and I'm lying around, you can bet it's what I'm watching. 

4) I absolutely love going out. As you may have guessed from previous posts, I have a deep-rooted need to get dressed up and go out on the town. This also started in college when I realized how much fun I had been missing out on by staying in. This realization also allowed my passion for darts and trash talking in the bars with the boys to blossom. There's nothing quite like throwing darts in stilettos, just so you know. And in case anyone wants to try, it's a sure way to have free drinks passed your way. 

5) I also absolutely love college football. While going out requires tight jeans and heels, football Saturdays require your favorite pair of jeans and your favorite team's logo on your old t-shirt. I enjoy throwing "Football Saturday Parties" with appetizers and alcohol. It's a good time of year... not quite into the frozen months yet. 

6) I'm a serious photographer. Not one you would hire more than likely, but one who loves to have every event captured on film. I have kept a scrapbook for every year of my life since I was a Junior in High School. I'm pretty well known, by those close to me, to have my camera at my side on any given special occasion. "Special" of course being defined by those in attendance. 

So, there you have it. Little facts about Classy that you knew or now know that aren't truly important but make up quite a percentage of who I am. Passing it on now... Tell me a little about you!

I tag:

Island Girl

Bodelou

Gwen

Sahily Anais

Tiff

Unclean Conscience

"US Cellular Believes that Loyalty Matters."

Classy agrees. 

What a weekend. Loyalty was definitely proven by some. Others, not so much. Recall the bitches I referred to earlier. They were up in arms this weekend, as expected. It was quite entertaining. 

All in all, the weekend was a good one. I loved going back to a place I love and being with people that remind me of a time in my life that was easier in many aspects. It was wonderful being with Rico for a couple of days, catching up and laughing a lot. It was nice to have him to bitch to late Saturday when the bitches had pushed me as far as I could go. Even nicer to be told how stunning I looked as Island girl and I were by far, best dressed. Not even a contest between us and the bitches. (How many times can I say bitch in this post? Let me know if you count.) In any case, he was a major reason why the summary of the weekend turned out positively. Loyalty matters. 

Also, the road trip portion of the weekend was a blast. The ride down, Island girl and I were quite ridiculous, singing at the top of our lungs, laughing hysterically, reminiscing good times, and being so anxious to get back home. The ride back... you guessed it... more bitching! And more laughing, let's be real. It was so nice to have quality time together again. We were generally happy with the outcome of the weekend. There were just moments that should be erased... or people that should be erased, unfortunately I don't condone murder. Here's an example: 

Of course as you would guess, tailgating is a quite the festivity at a Homecoming game. Well, after a quick trip to the liquor store, Classy and friends headed to where the crowds were gathered. Unfortunately, Bitch 1 and Bitch 2 were there as well. Not five seconds after I had made my way down, there was already whispering and pointing. Seriously, no exaggeration, whispering and pointing. You know, how girls acted in middle school, yes, be with me here.  Not real. Comments were made behind my back that came back to me via loyal sisters and/or friends and by the end of the day I had come up with my conclusions: I've tried to be nice. For whatever reason, I've cared about why said girls should have such distaste for me and don't lose it here, I've cared that they still care. Why? God only knows. But not anymore. After this weekend, I have to see them in passing. Maybe once a year at a wedding or graduation in the Spring, but other than that, I'm done. I'm done trying to fix something I never broke in the first place. Bitches will be bitches and that's that. If they need to hold onto something so that they have something to talk about at a later date, I'm going to be at peace with that. Once again, let's review. Classy= graduated and living far away from the two of them and their little realm of drama. Hooray for that very fact. 

Now, my one vindictive comment: Bitch 1 was on Homecoming court for some ungodly reason and not only did she not win, she didn't even make it into the top three. It's okay, you can laugh. I did. In any case, although bitches will be bitches, I was once again reminded why I missed that place so much. My favorites will forever keep me coming back for more whenever possible, no matter the drama I have to avoid or take head on in order to get there. At this point in life, my best memories stem from college and being back in a place where these memories come alive again, it was refreshing. 

While my favorite Island girl has been Homecoming Queen before, I feel that this year, I'm going to take the crown. After all, I survived. Thanks to loyal friends... and quite a bit of good alcohol. 

Survival of the Fittest

Well, first and oh so important... I survived Wednesday without any major catastrophes! No uncontrollable headaches at work, no family deaths, and no flat tires! This is something to truly celebrate! 

Something else to celebrate, Road trips! And the countdown is on for my road trip of the weekend... and another day to survive. I don't so much have much trouble surviving bitches though and I'm so excited about this trip. Island girl is headed to the city tonight and tomorrow morning, we head out. Hundreds of miles of singing along to the songs we partied to in college, catching up with one another and gossiping about the people we're about to be surrounded by, and scheming up escape plans in case of emergency. Can't wait! 

But before all of this can ensue, I must enjoy my day off of work by one final day of shopping before the main event! Still without the "perfect" thing to wear for the weekend and with payday conveniently being yesterday, wish me luck! Fashion always makes me stronger, doesn't it you? 

I'm sure I'll have stories to share on Monday! Have a great weekend all!

Come Monday

It will be the week of my alma mater's Homecoming festivities. Beginning on Friday, my road trip ensues with my favorite Island girl, traveling northeast a few hundred miles back to a place I both love and hate, miss and dread. 

Perhaps a little difficult to explain if you are unaware of my track record with these people. I've briefly posted about college history a couple of months ago after a wedding weekend gone wrong, but I'll update you. I absolutely loved college. Loved the place, the people, the professors, what I studied, all of it. I loved it. And I miss it. Almost all of it. A select few sorority sisters could accidentally miss this whole weekend and I'd be okay with it. Not going to happen, but if it did, I wouldn't cry. 

You know those kind of girls.. the ones that accuse you of something that actually has nothing to do with them, first of all, and can't let it go even though, once again, it never even had anything to do with them. Not only can they not let go of it because it's been over a year since drama went down, they can't let go of it even though I've graduated and moved far away. Yeah, be with me on this. Ridiculous. That would be the part I hate and dread. Drama. I've moved away from it and I don't miss it at all. 

Anyway, aside from them, I am more than happy to be headed back. I'm looking so forward to seeing my sisters, my friends, those I've missed terribly, including Rico, and spending a great weekend with them. Having my Island girl and a few adult beverages with me to keep me sane and stable. It should be another interesting chapter of college living. Going back as an alumni. I don't know how I'll handle it, but I'm excited about it nonetheless. The great thing about moving away is that people are always excited to see you when you come back to visit. Especially when you purposefully look like a million dollars. They don't have to know you've been thinking about the perfect thing to wear to such an event for weeks now... Just call me "Super Star." You know me, fond of attention. The good kinds anyway. 

Here's hoping for all of the good attention, very little drama and very few bitches, and  another well spent, relaxing weekend to remember in a place I'll always hold close to my heart. 

Unbelievable.

Once again, another fantastic Wednesday. I had a total of 4 children in class today due to rain and sickness, I suppose. No matter, it was a relaxing day filled mostly with decorating my classroom for the Autumn season. Favorite sub with me again and all 4 children were my "good kids" of the class. Pretty easy day... so it had to be something before the end of it, right? Right. 

It's just always something. And today, it was a very flat tire that I heard rumbling around as I got off the interstate headed home from work. Luckily, I was the dumbass who continued driving the one to two miles from the interstate to my apartment. I know, I know. Retard. Listen, it's sketch around here, I'm not trying to stop somewhere I'm unsure about.  It's cool, I'm okay, wheel unbent and all. Anyway, I'm now awaiting AAA to come and rescue me. 

And it all comes back to the fact that I need a new car. Briefly mentioned in prior posts, there could be one in my future. Look, I know you can just as easily end up with a nail in a new car's tire as you can with my Little Red, however it's just one more thing to add to the list of faults poor Little Red has grown to acquire. Yes, she's been a good car... most of the time. See Roxie's tribute for details. Even so, it's time to move on. Seriously time. 

End of rant. Chalk another one up to Wednesdays. Pah.

Does Length Matter?

During previously mentioned whirlwind weekend, Roxie and I managed to escape for about an hour to both get hair cuts. It was a spur of the moment decision, but one we both had been meaning to make for quite some time now. It was just a trim, since it had been a while since my last cut and style, but I always am so conflicted when it comes to my hair.

I've had my hair both very long and what I consider very short, but in all actuality, not tremendously short. Now, I'm somewhere in between. My hair is complex. It's very fine without the body I would like it to have and without the ability to hold curl for very long at all without the use of an entire bottle of hairspray. I just wish I could get it to do something. Anything really. And I can't ever make up my mind whether or not I want it once again, short or long. Take a look with me if you will...

This haircut is so cute. Mine at the moment, while similar, is a little longer and doesn't fall so fantastically across my face. This is close to what I've been trying to maintain for a little over a year now. Every now and again, a little longer, but never shorter than this. Her face is more oval than mine, therefore, this length looks great. I have to be careful that mine doesn't get too short for fear of my face looking too round.

Okay, so we know that I'm quite the fan of Carrie. Also, I love her hair. Moreso, I would love for my hair to look as her's. Then again, I don't have a stylist to do mine every morning, nor does mine or will mine ever have such volume. But I do love having long hair. It does something for guys too, let me tell you. Granted, if you've read my blog for any length of time you know I'll never tell you to do something because it does something for guys, but they do love the long hair. Everytime I talk about cutting mine off, no matter the length, I'm told not to.. for whatever reason.

Thus, the dilemma continues. Being one of the most indecisive people I know, I'm sure it will always be a struggle to know what I want my hair to look like for the next however long. Not the deepest I've ever written, but I'm tired of being depressing on here and I can guess you're probably tired of it too. So, thoughts? Long, short, why do we care so much? Whatev. Let me know.