As Promised!

Random facts about Me!

Where do I begin? I've covered in past awards my love for iced tea, Law and Order, going out, taking pictures, college football, etc. So, now what?

Well...

1) How about I am the most impatient person ever. I want what I want when I want it. I want that new sweater, I want to get in shape, I want it all and I want it quickly. I can't help it. I've heard I have quite the patience with children. At least I show that I do. Most times on the inside, I'm screaming "What can't you just do what I ask you to do!?" It's a flaw. Whatever. 

2) Whenever I do get married, it will be on the beach. There can't be a more beautiful backdrop than the white sand and the blue ocean. It's what I've always wanted and you can bet that I will not compromise. 

3) With that being said, unlike the majority of my friends, I'm not in a rush to get married. I'm happy where I am and I'm not so concerned with "growing up" or racing to "join the club" of new wives. It's not at the top of my list. Yes, of course I want to get married, but not tomorrow.

4) I love going to the movies. The whole cinematic experience beats renting a movie any day of the week. My routine is as follows: middle of the theatre, small popcorn, small Dr. Pepper or Diet Coke. I think I get this from my mom. She's a movie fanatic. Especially during Oscar Season. 

5) I also love going to concerts. As you can tell I'm a big fan of entertainment. Last year, I saw Carrie Underwood, Lady Antebellum, Jason Aldean, and a few others in smaller venues. The year before, Sugarland, Little Big Town, Jake Owen... all in one fabulous night. I've seen John Mayer three times. Tim McGraw, Faith Hill, Garth Brooks, Backstreet Boys and Mandy Moore (Don't Judge, I was young),... the list goes on. I. Love. Music. Especially, live. 

6) Along with getting married oceanside one day, I'd pretty much love to be there all the time. Life as one big vacation would be fantastic. You've already heard I have seasonal depression which means, of course, I'm a big fan of summer, warm weather, and you guessed it... the beach. The best week of the entire year: Vacation week. 

7) In loving warm weather, I hate being cold. Hate. It. And I feel like I always am during the winter. Sweat pants are a favorite necessity. Along with fuzzy blankets and oversized sweatshirts. Basically, I'm counting down the days until Spring finally arrives again...

Okay, I'm done for now. I'm sure you'll be learning more random facts soon enough. Thanks so much for my awards and for reading. I love sharing this blogging world with you! Hope you all had a great weekend!

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."