yet another game of catch up

I know, I know. I’m the absolute worst at staying up to date on blogging. Life has just been super-duper ridiculous since Mardi Gras ended. Like, I hadn’t even updated my goals binder in March.  Here’s what’s been happening:

    • I quit my job.  And got a new one as a Buyer’s Assistant for a local chain of boutiques.  With better hours, a better dress code (I can literally wear whatever I want, as long as I put some effort into it), and I can walk to work.  While it’s taking time to adjust to the fact that I’m home every night before 6:00, I think I’m going to love it.  Gone are my excuses to not hang out in the early evenings.
    • I failed at Whole 30 once again.  But I did stick pretty close to paleo.  What did I learn? 1) I need it to be ok to drink once in a while (but I must avoid whiskey at all costs).     2) Dairy makes me break out in the worst ways.  I love cheese though, so this is a perfect reason to only eat the really good stuff. 3) I use food as a reward.  Even though every health Pinterest board says not to.  Food is my way to power through the week and not murder anyone.  So please, let’s all reward me.
    • April is Scotti’s birthday month.  My best friend in the whole wide world is going to be 5.  I’m planning a celebration and harassing my family with what they plan on gifting him with.
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The soon-to-be five year old. My mom is gifting him with a grooming session.
    • It’s festival season in New Orleans.  Hooray.  Food, music, piles of people and an excellent setting for a second Tinder date.
LSPCA Brunch Fest. Proud to say I adopted no dogs.
  • Speaking of Tinder dates, I let my younger brother manage mine during Lent.  Thinking he’d have my best interests at heart.  I was wrong.  He literally swiped right 15 times and then left 15 times.  No thought or care into what he’d like in a future brother in law. (even though I’ve been told Tinder is only for finding girls who a guy thinks he can stick it in.  whatever.)  Needless to say, I took back the reins once Lent was almost over.  Still not too impressed though.
  • I am super in love with BumbleBff though.  If it’s this hard for boys on Tinder to ask girls to hang out, I totally get the struggle now.  I’ve only had one wine date (what do you call get-togethers with possible besties?) and it was so much fun.  Note to self, send a quick “sorry I disappeared text”.


Snoball season.  I will honestly survive on these come summertime.

That’s all for now. Fingers crossed I get back in the habit of updating this again. Because you and I both know you want to know what’s uo.


I don’t even know what to put here.

I spent the day trying to think about what to post.  What silly thing I wanted to share.  What part of my life I felt comfortable putting on the internet.  Then I cried a lot.  Cried so hard that I threw up.

And came to the realization that I am fucking exhausted.  There are things going on in my world that I can’t share, things that I have no one to discuss with.  There’s pressure to be on in every single thing.  To be focusing on my body, to put everything I have into my jobs, to rope down a boy (even though I don’t really want one), to be the best daughter and sister I can be.  To wash my hair every day and look put together.  To stop drinking so much caffeine and take less naps.  All these things are like rocks in my pockets and I’m drowning.

So I’m going to take a few weeks off.  Think about what I really want to be blogging about.  Read more, because it’s the one thing that takes me out of my own head.  Clean out my closet and dance to Taylor Swift. Make lists and send letters.  Maybe there will be scattered updates here are there.  Maybe I’ll think to post something on Twitter, to update Instagram (because in the end, that’s my favorite).

{finally went to the library, finally hopped on the Gone Girl train}
{finally went to the library, finally hopped on the Gone Girl train}

So if you’re feeling bored and want someone to talk to, feel free to email me (  Otherwise send every extra positive vibe that you have my way.  I’m off to fight some dragons.

{operation:grownup} 30s stuff…even though I’m not 30.

I’ll admit, I always read those articles that are basically lists of everything you should/n’t own or wear when you hit your thirties.  And then I read the comments.  Because holy moly, do so people get pissed about fairly silly articles that tell them what they can’t do.

Like omg ladies, if you have the confidence to pull off a short skirt or tank top at any age, go for it.

But honestly,  I love the articles.  As I’m packing and shopping and daydreaming, it’s nice to have a reminder about what I might be a touch too old for.  Maybe it’s time to turn all of my tshirts from high school and college into one bombass quilt for cozying up in front of Netflix. And do I really need to be rocking a graphic tee, cutoffs and converse?  Probably not.  Because I’m trying to be a grownup.  Am I still going to keep taking and using souvenir cups (because I drop things and Scotti and Diego steal….safety first) hell yes.

How to Dress for Every Age, According to J. Crew-Whatever. I love JCrew, which is ridiculous since I can’t really afford anything from there.  I have Jenna Lyons all over my inspiration board in my room.  Creative prep seems like an A+ way to dress for big girl world.

Over 30? 9 Items You Shouldn’t Have in Your Home-Like I said before, I’m still keeping those novelty cups.  Sure, I’ll have the nice ones for company, but solo wine drinking calls for plastic cups.

Dear Fashion Editors, Stop Telling Me What I can’t Wear in my 30s-this essay definitely hits just how silly these articles are, how boring they are, and just why she’s refusing to listen.  Love it.

Also, as my 28th birthday gets closer (May 14, write it down!), I’m getting more and more nervous about this whole growing up thing.  Overall, I’m no where near where I imagined myself to be.  Yes, I love my life and all that jazz, and I’m constantly reminding myself that this is part of my story.

“thirty, flirty and thriving” and all that good stuff.

{humpday happiness}

first off, let me say how hard it is to eat clean when you go to the store starving.  Damn Pringles have me all like…..blegh.  Don’t worry though.  All the Pringles are gone now.  #thankgod

Once again, Dove has made a video/commercial (do these ever actually air on TV?) that makes a girl think.  I try really hard to stay body positive when talking out loud and on the internet, and this is a reminder about why I should stay positive in my head too.  {Fast Company}

{Huffington Post}
{via Huffington Post}

Ever since high school, I’ve been in awe of Frida Kahlo.  There’s something so haunting about her work.  This article gave me an even bigger glimpse into her world.  She went through a lot of shit at 25, and had to do it really far from home.  {Huffington Post}

Other things I’ve loved?  This article from

This swimsuit from Frankie’s Bikinis. Hello reason to stay away from Pringles.  

Anyways, I’m off to go get through the rest of my to-do list.  Being productive feels so good, but is also super exhausting.

{tinder tuesday}

there’s really not much to say here today, simply because there are no tinder boys to talk about. I suppose I could point you in the direction of my favorite men from Twitter, the ones who don’t know how quickly they brighten my spirits, but I don’t feel like sharing them today.
here’s some of the things that I keep repeating in my head. stolen from the Internet, of course.

{via pinterest}

{via pinterest}

{via pinterest}

{tinder tuesday} going without

So, we’re not even halfway through Lent and I am bulldozing this “No Tinder” thing.  Sorry about the dirt in your face, I was busy getting it off my shoulders.

I’ve realized something major over the past few weeks.  Something I had a general idea of since summertime, but that’s taken me time to come around to.  Like holy moly, Meredith, way to take forever to get your shit together.

I have no need or desire for a permanent boy at the moment.  I want a person to hang out with who isn’t my mom.  I want to be able to get out of Eldora for a night, dress up, eat dinner and giggle.  And yeah, I want to makeout, because good good, making out is my favorite, but I can survive without it.

Am I going to reactivate Tinder on Easter?  Most likely.  But am I going to be driving a few hours to hangout with boys who are clearly overwhelmed by a chubby, confident girl and freakout when she makes a move? No way jose.  I’ve got a pile of things to work on over the next six months and texting time could totally be spent doing important things.  Like resume writing, sorting through my my closet and working out.

Are revelations like this part of growing up?  Why are they take so long to finally realize?

{operation:grownup} productivity pins

When I was planning looking for Pinspiration for this post, my mind was on resumes.  Because good god, do you know how much pressure there is when it comes to resumes?  Yes, I know it’s totally necessary, but whatever.  But when I was going through my “Global Takeover” board, I realized there’s two things I’m clearly more worried about tackling: organization and productivity.

Here are some of the pins I’ve been clicking through this week, and trying to put some of the tips into practice.


Also, this Instagram by Dirty Coast had me in love with the idea of planning ahead.

{pin/link was broken, but even these 3 ideas area great for free time}



Something I’ve realized this week that I also need to be doing?  Narrowing down my passion, so that I can figure out 1) what I should be doing job wise and 2) what I’m working for anyways.