Hot momma looking for sexy shovelers

I'll be honest. Sometimes I creep around Craigslist just to look for humorous things. I am sad to admit I missed this post, but thankful someone else found it and posted it so I could share with you.

Last night and into today, we got about a foot of snow. And then last night, some person's mom from my home town, posted this on Craigslist. I about DIED reading it.

How chocolate and a hot tub? Why can't I come, Paula?

All I have to say is mom, I hope you're not going under the alias of Paula. 

Happy Shay-Day!

I'm currently nursing a really weird pain in my wrist. Carpel Tunnel?! I have no idea. It could be that I held my hand on a mouse yesterday for almost the entire day. It HURTS! But regardless, it's a looong weekend that is looong overdue :-) But onto more important things....

Today is a reaaaaallly special day. Here's why!

It's Miss Shalyn's birthday!

I cannot TELLL you how thankful I am to have this girl in my life! From her snapchats of her singing songs/rapping/talking to her pets, to her hilarious stories, her reassuring words when you're feeling down, her kind and loving soul, and the fact that she can turn anyones bad day upside down.

I hope you have the most amazing day ever! You deserve it! GO CRAZY! Put your out of office on, dance in your underwear, eat a cupcake with no hands, and be FABULOUS! Love you Shalyn! I wish I was in Austin to celebrate with you!!

I think I pulled a muscle doing a body roll

In some important news, I am pretty sure I pulled something doing a body roll at hip hop last night. Insert said body roll, but wearing clothes and obviously not looking as hot as Shakira.

Our instructor stopped mid-way, because I guess some body rollers looked like they were humping the air. Then, told us to pretend we were holding onto a stripper pole. It basically made the entire class know what they were doing. Body rolls....bringing back 90's hip hop like it ain't no thang!

Anyway, I guess I was feeling ambitious because now my neck hurts from the body roll completion when you whip your head back to its original position. Only me.

While on the topic of dancing, this song has just kiiillled it lately on my playlist! I'm constantly jamming to it at the gym, at work when I'm in need of a little shoulder shruggin' moves or while I'm driving. Link up with Whitney for Back that Azz Up Friday and have a fabulous weekend!!

     

Feeling Behind in Life

The other night my girlfriends and I were talking about Forbes' 30 people under 30 who have changed the world. We kind of started feeling sorry for ourselves; none of us own a business, none of us invented the post-it note like Romy and Michelle said they did, none of us are famous advocates or movie directors. You get the picture.

If I'm being honest, I do sometimes feel like I'm behind in life. Not in the sense of I'm not growing up or I don't have boobs yet (actually I don't really but shh hahahah), but I mean in actual legit life! It seems like everyone is doing all of these amazing things, making a difference, networking their asses off 24/7 and I'm just here...if that makes sense. It's frustrating at times!

I wouldn't call myself a jealous person, unless of course you're Adriana Lima and then I am jealous of you, but sometimes even reading blogs and other social media makes me discouraged with what I'm doing in life! Don't get me wrong I LOVE reading about people's success and what they're doing with their life; nothing inspires me more than seeing other people like me go after what they love.

At the same time though, I'm like, dammit why am I sitting around thinking of things and not actually doing them, yanno what I'm sayin'? It's hard not to compare yourself to your peers, especially when it's blasted over the inter webs.

I don't even know where I am going with this post to be honest!! I just felt like getting it out there, as I'm sure I can relate to others. Truthfully, I need to relax. I'm only 25. My life is essentially just beginning with so much to look forward to. I've also done things I never thought I could do. Two and a half years ago I started a job completely out of my comfort zone and expertise, and I love it. I freaked out about running a half marathon and I completed it. Those are just minor things, but at least they're something, right?

I have time for more achievements and don't need to rush or compete with other people's timelines!

I want to write a book

I can write one at any age

I want to golf outside of the US

I can golf at any age (I hope)

I want to stay in a water bungalows in the French Polynesian

I need to learn to get on tiny planes

So Miss Erica, take a chill pill and let life take its course!

I need to stop stalking Lil Wayne

We need to talk. Did you hear Nicki Minaj might possibly be pregnant by...wait for it...Lil Wayne.

I love Nicki and I clearly love Lil Wayne, but NOT together! I mean, in my perfect world, Lil Wayne is not a man-whore and doesn't sleep around with people like Nicki. At night, he comes home to me and wraps me in his dreadlocks and sings me to sleep.

I'm waiting to hear that this is all a rumor and I can go back to wondering when Nicki and Drake are going to finally get married--they are the true match!

While we are on the topic of Lil Wayne, he was recently spotted at Story Nightclub in Miami with a damn hot crew, including a blunt the size of my leg; but we won't go there!

I mean, Wayne, French Montana, Pusha T, Diddy...drool

By the way, who are those girls in the top left? They look like average Joe's.

This could be me.

Anyway, I saw this article and immediately freaked. This was the millionth time Lil Wayne has been out just chillin' at this club with the regular clientele.  As I type this out, I realize the creepy factor just radiates off of me. Why do I keep tabs on where Lil Wayne parties at?

I googled this club and read that girls get in immediately. I'm sure that crew doesn't get there until at least midnight. 

I then started to think up a scenario of how I would get in front of Lil Wayne for a selfie and possibly a little nibble on the ear.

 Who's in?!