Next week is Spring Break around these parts. I made the final decision to stay home and work through the week, cause right now money > relaxation. I’m still daydreaming about an extra long weekend getaway. Just me, a bikini and a pile of books. I discovered all of these spots on AirBnB. I’m getting bitten by all the travel bugs.
Let’s see. I could lay out on top of the boat; just me, my books and a pitcher of margaritas. Go eat fish tacos. And then be rocked to sleep by the sea. Yes, please.
My family and I did a family vacation to Galveston a few Christmases ago. It was cold and I’ve been interested in seeing Galveston in the heat ever since. I’m trying to convince my family that we need to just choose a location/week to have a standing get-together. I’ll let you know as soon as they realize I’m a genius.
Grand Isle has this perfect mix of woods and water. And there’s dolphins swimming around. How can you not want to watch dolphins?
Seriously, go take a peek at this place. And imagine the adorable Instagram pics that would be taken. I’m thinking lime rickies, late night swims and an out of character Lilly Pulitzer dress.
All I’ve wanted to do since I started the Advocare 24 Day Challenge is drink. I am so thirsty and water just won’t cut it. So while I’m patiently waiting, I’ve been going through my Pinterest page for holiday cocktail inspiration. Sure, the only person I tend to drink with is myself but that just means things will be less likely to end in a super hot mess.
Sunday morning I was laying in bed. I started scrolling through Twitter like I always do, and clicked on a Buzzfeed link about a boy named Alex who works at Target.
First I thought Alex was cute for a 16 year old (I would have definitely tried to get in his checkout lane). Then I realized that it was super creepy of me to think a 16 year old boy was cute and I wanted to shower myself off.
I kept scanning through the tweets with #AlexFromTarget, checked out (and followed) the real Alex. cause I’m not above following a 16 y/o on twitter. Thought that he seems to be handling this whole thing really well.
Seriously, if I was Twitter famous, I’d be all “whaddup bitches. Who wants to buy me chinese and wine?” and then post pictures of Scotti and Diego wearing clothes.
So like if #alexfromtarget was a woman and young boys did this, all of us young boys would be sexist, objectifying, douches, right?
Here’s the thing, while I’d be creeped out if someone took a photo of a teenage girl and put this on the internet, I’m not freaked out by the 15 minutes #AlexFromTarget is receiving.
We should be really happy that all of Alex’s female fans are crushing on a boy with an actual job. Because heads up; boy banders, vampires and professional baseball pant models are really hard to come by.
Girls aren’t going to go around saying that they want to sexually assault this boy. Sure, some would totally be down to fuck him. But we don’t want to see Alex be sad. Or bruised. Or with the permanent damage that comes from being sexually assaulted. Absolutely no female I know wants anyone, male or female, to go through the horror that comes with even the treats of rape.
Maybe more girls will want to get jobs. At Target. Or any store. Just so they can say they’re a part of Alex’s team. Girls getting jobs, woohoo!
Let’s face it, part of working as a checker at any store, especially a box store like Target, is being super nice to the customers. Everybody has a bad day at some point. A day where it seems like all the other people are trying their hardest to be mean. It could be that Alex was the bright spot of the phototaker’s day. The boy who reminded her (or him) that not all boys are mean assholes.
But girls, we can’t be telling Alex’s girlfriend that she’s a slut. Or fat. Or going to die. That’s the opposite of cool and just makes everyone think we’re crazy.
So #AlexFromTarget, you do your thing. I hope you don’t make out with all the girls who want to kiss you because you were on Ellen. I hope you realize all girls have worth and are good prom date possibilities. And if you need to change out the word girls for boys because of your sexual identity, I’m cool with that too.
Honestly, life has been pretty great lately. So great that I’m nervous to say anything, because what if I jinx it.
I’ve been feeling this perfect calmness. One that has me not super stressing about anything in particular.
Getting cold and I have no pants? (Diego ate out all the crotches of my jeans, pants and leggings over the spring and summer) Whatever. I’ll buy a couple pairs when I get paid in two weeks.
Figuring out when it’ll work to go see TinderBoy? Eh. When we started hanging out I didn’t have a license, there’s no way anyone could expect me to already have my own car. (although if someone wanted to give me one, I’d be cool with that.)
I don’t know if it’s the crispy air that comes in once the air temperature drops 20 degrees, but everything seems pretty perfect. Sure there’s a pile of things that I know I could stress about. But part of my problem is I stress about things that don’t even concern me. Things that clearly aren’t stressing out the people they do concern. Even though they probably should.
I have absolutely no idea what’s going on, but I absolutely adore it.
I poured myself into bed at 9:30 last night, a complete puddle of happy exhaustion. I’m back at home, trying to get myself back into a routine. That means nap time needs to end ASAP and I need to pull on some shorts so that Scotti, Diego and I can soak in some sunshine. Here’s some favorite Instagrams from my weekend away.