2.28.2013

Could you do it?

Imagine you were asked to spend almost every waking moment of your life with someone. 24/7, if you will. Off the top of your head, who would you choose? Husband/Wife? Boyfriend/Girlfriend? Life partner? {I'm clearly trying to be P.C. here, and failing miserably.}

Choose wisely, because this is the person you're going to do these things with daily:
Sleep
Work
Eat
Watch TV
Just to name a few. But, I mean, that pretty much sums up most of our days, right? Maybe this sounds like a dream come true; maybe it sounds like all of your nightmares bombarding you at the same time.

Well, y'all, I'm livin' the dream! Of the many betcha didn't know you didn't know facts about me, the one people are often most surprised to learn, is that Glenn Coco, that husband dude of mine, and I work together. 
That these fools even have adult jobs is a feat in itself, no?
As in, our offices are right next door to each other and all I have to do if I want Glenn's attention is say his name in my normal voice. {We still intercom though, because we're 2013 Americans, which = lazy.} I can walk seven steps and see his shining face anytime I want. Likewise, he can come into my office at any time and be all, "Stop Googling puppy pictures and get back to work!"  :) We don't work for the same department within our firm, so we're not breathing down each other's necks on the daily {and, in fact, there are days when we don't see each other much at all}, but still, he's right there.

Unless one of us has an appointment or has to be at work early/late, we carpool every day. We go home for lunch together most days. After spending 8.5 hours at work, we head home and eat dinner together every night. After dinner, we usually have DVR shows to catch up on. After that, we get in bed together and sleep next to each other the whole night. And then we wake up and do it all over again!
Likely our most awkward engagement picture ~ there are just so many hands!
But also the one that best displays a "life is always roses and we love spending 24/7 together" relationship. Nope. Nada. Not the case.
I'm honestly not even sure why I'm sharing this with y'all, besides that I blog because I conceitedly assume other humans care about my daily life. But people do always find it trés interesting that Glenn and I manage to work together and stay married and stay alive. Just yesterday I had a meeting and the guy connected mine and Glenn's last names and asked if were "related." I told him yes, we're married {and not actually related; we're Southern, not hick.} and he immediately responded, 

"Whew, no way I could do that with my wife! We go our separate ways for work and I'm like see ya!"

I wanted to look past him and joke all, "Hey, dude's wife! He loves that he's apart from you nine hours a day! So fun! He's a free man!" 
But I didn't want him to shit his pants in my office.

I don't believe either Glenn or I feel our marriage is stronger or weaker because of us spending literally every hour of our lives together working together. I also don't believe that every couple could do what we do and manage to stay somewhat sane. Sometimes it's tough and we need our alone time, even if it means just the drive home from lunch, but that's a problem because we only have one car at the office. On occasion we've eaten dinner with few words spoken, because what the hell do we have to talk about besides "Has Holly pooped yet tonight?" 
Umm excuse me, that information is private, thankyouverymuch.
But what I can say for certain is that it's damn cool to be able to kiss that hot dude whenever I want, and go into his office and cry about my stress if I ever need to, and spend my morning commute goofing off with him rather than cussing at Charlotte drivers and rolling my eyes at radio talk shows. In our experience, the couple that works together, stays together.
But segwaying together also does the trick. Surefire divorce blocker, right here, y'all. Those helmets ~ how could we possibly resist each other?!
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And now I'd like introduce you to two lovely ladies that, sadly, I don't get to spend every day with, but if the stars aligned just right and we could hang out all day err day, I wouldn't complain one bit!

First up is the adorable Kaitlyn of Put A Bow On It. Kaitlyn and I "met" just last month, and up until this Tuesday I considered her one of my best bloggy friends! That was, until she wrote this hilarious post about how she and Jennifer Lawrence would be besties... Gosh, Bowie, way to dash my dreams!

I kid, I kid. But perhaps now is the perfect time to explain her Alexa-given nickname, "Bowie," as well as the name behind her blog! In this picture, she may seem like simply a rockin' bride who's making a quick bubbly run on her wedding night, but what you can't see is her pretty veil, complete with a big ol' bow. Kaitlyn believes that "putting a bow on it" makes everything better. Ya know, I believe if we all had such a fun philosophy about life, the world might just be a happier place! Head on over here and get to know this pretty girl. There's a good chance she'll pop a bow on your head and offer you a bottle glass of champagne, and isn't that what we all want in a bestie?

And I'm also so excited to introduce you to Emma, the beauty behind Chasing Texas. {And a happy belated birthday to her ~ she turned 23 yesterday!} If the ohmygoshsoadorable engagement picture below isn't a dead giveaway, Emma is currently a busy wedding planner, getting ready for her July 2013 wedding! She originally started her blog to chronicle her wedding plans, but she's also written some of my favorite non-wedding posts ~ like that time she told us about her secret job of Celebrity Stalker, or when she perfectly described what happiness is. {She had me at "eating too much at a hibachi restaurant."}

Happiness is also hopping over to her blog and telling this adorable bride-to-be hello, and don't you wanna be happy?!  :)

And I must also say a huge THANK YOU to all of the wonderful ladies who sponsored Southern Living, Our Way in my first month of sponsorship ~ Helene, Kayla, Robin, Emily, Kaitlyn, Maxine, and Emma. I have so enjoyed promoting your blogs and becoming friends with each of you! 

2.27.2013

Sorry for...

Except no I'm not!
I doubt this comes as a big ol' shocker, but I'm not sorry for much of anything, ever. I do that whole cliché "I have zero regrets" thing {said every college freshman girl} and it makes life a lot more fun, dontcha think?

So when I saw this link-up hosted by Sara, Kaitlyn, Staci, and Katelyn, I knew I had to get all up in heah and not apologize for a few somethin-somethins!

So, y'all, I'm sorry I'm not sorry I...

Love chips and salsa so much that I eat them for lunch at least twice a week. And would likely serve them to you for dinner if you came to my house last minute. Orrrrr even if I knew for weeks that you were coming over...

Post an obnoxious amount of Hollybug pictures on my bloggy blog. She's my child and that's all I have to say about that. But while I'm at it, I'm also not sorry I post "a lot of wedding pictures," as I've heard from a biaaaaa source that shall remain anonymous. My bad, it was only the happiest day of my life, not sure why I'd wanna share it with the world.
Hey, look, you've probably seen both of these pictures before. #notsorry
Often linger in the grocery store for two hours, reading every single label, gagging at how awful the food industry is nowadays, and taking up valuable aisle space with my rickety buggy. I'm also not sorry I call it a buggy. #southernordie

Suffer allergies so badly that I've developed a Kleenex and nose-blowing addiction. However, I am sorry, Glenn Coco, that said addiction often results in tissues left in pockets left in washers left in dryers left in snow piles all over our laundry room floor.
Oh, ya know, just the contents of my pajama pants pocket any given day.
Sometimes leave notes on people's cars when they park like total jackassnesses. Like earlier this week, when a little birdie who clearly missed "Learning to straightly back into a parking spot" day in Driver's Ed took up two spots. I hope the word asshole doesn't offend you, chica. Because that's exactly what's on the note that greeted you at day's end.

Love dogs more than I love most humans. And squeal whenever I see a picture of a cute puppy, and said squealing has likely caused deafness in no less than six people.
EEEEEEEEEEEEK!!! HIIIIIIIII, PRECIOUS LITTLE PUPPY MOOOOOOOOOSE!
Will always hate Michael Vick and have screwed-up dreams about cutting off his wiener to make him suffer for life. Always, always, always, no matter what charitable work he does or how many times he apologizes for his "behavior." He deserves a baseball bat to the face and manly bits. Additionally, Philly's on my lifetime shit list because they signed this douche. {Sorry, is my passion showing?}

Always have naked nails. They're not super pretty, because I also chew my hangnails like I've been starved for weeks, but I have zero nail-painting skills in my arsenal. Aka ~ most of the polish ends up on those oh-so-cute chewed cuticles.

Bawl buckets of tears when I witness or watch a video of military homecomings. I don't think I'm alone in this, but they just get me every time! I also often tear up when I hear the national anthem or America the Beautiful. I will never apologize for this, because Americans might be a little cray-cray, but I'm damn proud to be one.
{Careful on this one... You WILL need a full box of Kleenex. But hey, I've probably got at least ten in my pocket I can lend ya!}
Correct grammar and spelling on the reg, and definitely might judge you for spelling separate incorrectly or putting a comma outside the quotation marks.

And lastly, I'm sorry I'm not sorry that I say sorry for everything! Glenn's on my tail about this all the time, because I truly do apologize for everything, even things that aren't my fault.
I'm sorry Pluto's no longer a planet!
I'm sorry french fries have calories!
I'm sorry the sky is blue!

2.26.2013

Opposite Day

So we've all heard the blah blah blah opposites attract blah blah blah BS, right?
Well, to be honest, I never much believed that.

In as many ways as Glenn and I are different, we're so freaking similar that it's sometimes scary. 
{Besides that whole him not liking chocolate thing. That's the scariest thing in my whole life. And besides Mama June and Sugar Bear being within a five-hour radius of me. THAT is the scariest thing in everyone's life, nodoubtaboutit.}

All that to say, in many ways Glenn Coco and I have disproven that opposites attract. We're alike and it means we often butt heads, but it also means I have someone who loves being silly with me 77% of the time and serious 14% of the time. 
{One of our dissimilarities? Glenn's a math wiz; I still get nauseous when I hear someone say, "And X equals..."}
So last month when I saw Jenni's post about the Jung Typology Test, I got so excited to take it and mildly begged Glenn to take it, too.
Another dissimilarity? I'm obsessed with these things. He rolled his eyes harder than I rolled my ankle trying to play basketball that one time. But then he obliged because {1} he's a dear heart and {2} my puppy dog eyes rival Buggins'.

Turns out, I'm an ENFP just like Mrs. Jenni D! According to the description on her post and the test's website, 
"ENFPs have what some call a 'silly switch.' They can be intellectual, serious, all business for a while, but whenever they get the chance, they flip that switch and become CAPTAIN WILDCHILD, the scourge of the swimming pool, ticklers par excellence. Sometimes they may even appear intoxicated when the "switch" is flipped."

I commented to Jenni that I'm an ENFP, too, and that my silly switch is way out of control sometimes. She replied, "I'm not surprised, Alexa. You fit the bill!" Seems blog world knows me pretty well.  :)
ExtrAvert? Hmmm, I'm on the fence about that one. As is Google...
Before I had Glenn take the test, I told him, "I know we'll both be Extroverts, but I bet we're totally different in every other way!"
Dudes, I should truly consider a new career path ~ I've got this shit on lockdown.

I present you, the personality anatomy of a Glenn Coco.
Besides being little social butterflies, Glenn and I are quite opposite, so perhaps "opposites attract" holds truer than I realized. Even down to the descriptions of "moderate" versus "distinctive," our results are spot-on. Glenn is often a pretty chill guy; there are few extremes in his personality {besides his EXTREME love for me, duh!} and he's usually even-keeled. Me, on the other hand, good lord. I either love or hate a song. I'm obsessed with a TV show or I can't stand the thought of it. To put it simply, I have strong preferences in everything.

Take your own test here and let me know your personality type!
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So, now that I've admitted my mistake in thinking that "opposites attract" was bull-to-the-shizzle, I'm so excited to introduce you to a lady from whom I'm pretty opposite, yet we've become quite the bestie pair!

* Kayla loves Riesling; Pinot Noir runs through my veins.
* She's a sweet blondie who pulls off bangs like whoa; the one time I had bangs in my brunette frizzball, it looked like I dated Edward Scissorhands.
* She works with numbers; see my above percentages to gauge my number knowledge...
Y'all, meet pretty Miss Kayla!

Heeeeyy Southern Living, Our Way readers. I'm Kayla, and I blog over at My Kind of Yellow, where you'll find me mostly rambling talking about my quickly approaching wedding, date night ideas, or how to make (almost) every single day a happy one. Alexa and I talk on the daily and I couldn't be more excited to have met her through this crazy land of blogging.
Some things you 'oughta know about me...

I'm 21, I work in finance, and I'm engaged to a stud named Caleb, who somehow manages to put up with my randomness daily. Photography is my absolute passion, and I think the color yellow rules. I believe if you don't wear it at least 4 times a week, you are crazy and we can't be friends.

JK, we can work something out.
I'll admit, my blog is a little all over the place... I'm no amazing chef, I'm not a successful momma home-schooling her babies, and I'm certainly not "miss fashion expert" either...but what I can promise that you'll see on my blog are happy thoughts, fatty foods, embarrassing stories, and everything else random life decides to throw my way.
So please... pull up a chair, get in your sweats, grab some sweet tea, reese cups, and stay a while. I love to meet new people! :)

2.25.2013

Surprise Shenanigans!

So, y'all remember how I was oh-so-mysterious about my weekend plan's in Friday's post? And then how Staci texted me and was all, "I don't like weekend secrets, Lex Luther." But I was all "You just wait and seeeeeee!"

My best friend's birthday and my brother's birthday are just two days apart. {Erin is today - HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ER!!!!!!!!!!! and Tripp is the 27th.} Last month, Glenn and I worked up a little plan to go back to our Wilmington, NC college stompin' grounds this weekend to surprise my brother for his birthday. We'd worked it out with his girlfriend how they'd be out to dinner on Friday night and we'd Surprise! just show up at the restaurant all casual-like.

But not two days after we booked our hotel, Erin's cousin invited us to a surprise birthday dinner she was planning for Erin on Friday night in Raleigh, NC. Go, Go, Gadget Plan-Changer! We switched a few things around and took our roles of "we're seeing the entire state of North Carolina in under 48 hours" very seriously. It worked out perfectly to surprise Erin, because when we planned to visit Tripp, I'd told her all about it. Therefore, she thought we were sittin' pretty in Wilmy Friday night when really we were three blocks away waiting to buy her birthday shots.  :)

Erin was 100%, completely, totally, absolutely surprised to see everyone shouting "SURPRISE!!!" to her as she walked into the restaurant. And she immediately pointed at Glenn and me and said, "You're not in Wilmington!"
{She's observant, that one.}
And then I hugged her, and said I'd hated lying to her, and then I cried really hard because she was tearing up and I was so happy to see her, and then I realized that being an adult means you cry happy tears and your makeup gets all messy, and then I realized that being an adult kinda sucks ~ and then I remembered it means you can get your drink on. And then all was happy!

{Please excuse the horrible picture quality of this whole post. I had two things this weekend: an iPhone and Fireball shots. You take a wild guess what that meant for my already-sub-par photog skillzzz.}
After about 16 hours in Raleigh, we were hungover back on the road again en route to Wilmywood! I'd been texting Tripp's girlfriend all morning about where we were gonna meet and after changing the plan because he "didn't want to eat at the best burrito place in all the land," {totally his words, not mine at all...} we pulled into the Wild Wing Cafe parking lot just behind their car. Right as the hostess seated their group of 4 at a 6-top table, and Tripp looked around asking, "Why are there six chairs? Who else is coming?" I ran up behind him and yelled, "YA KNOW, I WAS REALLY CRAVING A BURRITO FOR LUNCH!!!" Because that's what a good big sister does ~ guilts you into not eating at her favorite restaurant on your birthday weekend. 
I know, I know, we don't look like twins at all or anything.
Saturday night we had an amazing dinner at Hopsco and then hung out all night at a local sports bar, wherein we proceeded to somehow get ridiculously invested in the Rousey-Carmouche lady fight. What the actual hell...  I blame the Ball o' Fire shots again, duh. I'm also not entirely convinced these women don't have "balls o' fire" themselves. Have you seen their shoulder width?!?
Sunday for lunch I finally got my massive burrito from Flaming Amy's and then Glenn Coco and I hit the road back to Char-town. The drive from Wilmington to Charlotte takes place on the same. damn. road the entire way, and the speed limit changes constantly. Also, it's mostly through backwoods country towns with limited exits and sporadic banjo music. 
I don't know if we just attract this type of thing since we're such major dog people, but every time we've driven it since college, we've also seen at least one stray dog wandering on the side of the road. And we always, always, always stop and try to help them. This happens so frequently, in fact, that Friday afternoon when we left Charlotte, I told Glenn, "I'd bet a whole paycheck that there'll be a lost dog on 74 Sunday. Guar-unnn-teeeee it."

Then this pretty little lady showed up right on cue. She was standing on the median and almost darted into the road in front of the car ahead of us, right when Glenn saw her. So we, of course, pulled off to the side of the road and when no cars were coming, we called her over. She RAN to us all sweet and waggy and just stood there sniffing my hand and giving kisses. {And no, even after being bitten by a stray cat in December, I still haven't learned my lesson about rescuing random animals. But that's a story for another day.} Luckily, she had her owner's name and number on her collar, so we called him to let him know we had his pup.
Like a true asshole, he didn't even seem that concerned and just let us know, "I'm close by, so I'll come get her." What the fuck. I almost didn't wanna give her back :(   But she was so sweet and healthy, so I at least didn't question that she was pretty well taken care of. He came and got her, we told him she was the sweetest little thing on the planet, and just like that we were back on our way. 
Good deed for the day: Check!
I didn't think it was possible to fit as much as we did into less than 48 hours this weekend, so if you'll excuse me, I'm off to go attempt to stay awake at work and then climb into bed at perhaps 7:00 tonight.
Happy Monday!

2.22.2013

Sure taught me!

I might be alone in this, but I always find myself wondering when other bloggers write their posts. 

~ I know some who just put fingers to keys and tap, tap, tap away right before hitting publish. 
~ I know some who schedule their posts for an entire week, therefore not spending their nights or early mornings writing and editing and proofing.
~ I know others who start writing a post a hundred times and then go back to it over and over again until it's juuuuuust right.
And I know others, still, who just have an unnatural obsession with their dog. What, me? No, no way.
This is only the 58th picture I've posted of her this week.
I'm in group #1. Winning! Unless it's a special day ~ like Hollybug's birthday this week ~ I rarely know in advance what I'm gonna write about. 
{And for the record, in these five months, I've never once scheduled a post. Maybe you think I'm making life more difficult on myself. Eh, you're probably right.}

So, because of that little "I don't plan ahead" thing, which not surprisingly applies to lotsa things in my life, today you're 'bout to get hit with some ramblings that I'm writing at 6:00 on a Friday morning. Can I issue both a you're welcome and I'm sorry in the same sentence? Mmmmkay, lezgo.

I learned a whole bunch of stuff this week. And my early morning brain is telling me I need to share these lessons with you, because they're just so super important.

{1} My most recent lesson ~ Don't begin your morning by reading Kelle Hampton's birth story. For serious, peoples, only click that link if you've had your coffee, done your hair, and are mentally prepared for the day. Oh, but not if you've already done your makeup.
Aside from the makeup not-doing, I, of course, didn't follow my own advice. Oh, hiiiiii there, sobsobsobby mess of a person. I blame baby pudge cheeks ~ they're just so sweet and irresistible.
My love for newborns and my love for Ellen are seriously equal. I love her that freaking much.
{2} I miss Napa. Like, a whole heckofa lot. Perhaps it was the honeymoon-esque quality of it for us. Perhaps it was just that people are more drunk relaxed out there, and hence life is better. Either way, if by some miracle a plane shows up at work today ready to whisk me off to Grapeland, I'm on it faster than the Kardashian-Jenner-Odom-West-Dissick family on a reality TV show deal.
{3} Don't go to Walmart. Just an across-the-board warning, don't go to this clusterfuck of a store. And I remember this self-warning every time I go there, after I'm already inside, when I can't easily escape the madness.
Let's talk about yesterday, and how I legitimately went to Walmart just to search for a specific flavor of Chobani yogurt. What the...? Let's not even get into that obsession I clearly feed. {It was Fig with Orange Zest Bite, in case you're wondering. And while glorious, no, it wasn't worth a trip to Satan's playground.} 

First I saw a dead bird in the parking lot. I just can't even...

Then I go to grab a buggy, only to successfully detach one from its buggy siblings after the 4th, I repeat 4th try. I then screamed at said inanimate object, but seeing as how I was in Walmart, that, of course, didn't even garner me a second glance from anyone.

Then I finally go to purchase my yogurt and my coupons won't work. I'm that person as the people behind me in line sigh loudly. For a second I felt bad, but then I realized they're the same people who cut me off with their buggy in the cereal aisle, so I told the cashier, "I don't know why they're not working. They really should be working. I just printed it this morning. Can you key in the barcode? Yeah, the one that's a million digits long? Oh, thank you sOoOoOoO much!" Stink-eye goes to you, couple with buggy rage.

Except then, OH THEN, I get home and go to eat one of my yogurts. Only to see that that shit expired on February 10th. Eleven days ago. Eeeeee-levvvv-ennnnn. So, now the decision is upon me: Call it a loss? Or march my pretty little tush back into Walmart and complain about things like salmonella and E. coli? Even though I know I won't get those from expired yogurt. I just wanna sound studious, duh.

{4} The IRS sucks. And that's all I have to say about that.

{5} Charlotte, NC drivers are the worst drivers I've ever encountered in my entire life. This isn't a recent lesson learned, it's simply one that's reenforced every time I venture onto the Roads of Hell. Why yes, why wouldn't it be OK for you to sit in the straight lane at the red light, but then accelerate when the left turn arrow becomes green. You just make that left turn, no one's gonna get mad at all. And you surely won't almost cause 4 accidents in the process.
I don't think I need to explain again why I really would rather not raise our future kids in this city.

Well class, that's all I've got for you today. I hope ya learned somethin'!
We've got a ridonkulously exciting weekend planned, except I'm gonna be all mysterious and not say what it is. There's a reason for that, but you'll just have to check back Monday to see :)
Hint: It might involve things like this.
Hey there, cutie pie. I see you're really good at taking shots.
Hell, I might even pull a Kevin G. Who knows. 'Bout to get craaaaay!
Happy weekend, y'all!

2.21.2013

Celebration!

I can't even begin to thank y'all for your sweet comments on yesterday's post. Every single one was so heartfelt and loving, and I'm so grateful for my wonderful readers! Oh, and Holly says wooooofruuuuuffrankrou, too.  :)

Since yesterday was Hollybug's 5th birthday ~ a big one in dog world, dontcha know? ~ last night we party-rocked our faces off, LMFAO style. And by party-rocked, I mean that I had relations with some Acacia pinot while she had relations with her new birthday toy.
It's a stuffed dog. Because we're obviously quite supportive of cannibalism in this house. And in typical Holly fashion, within two hours of having this new boyfriend, all five squeakers had been pulled out and there was stuffing covering our living room floor. Fun.
So, as you can imagine, after those birthday shenanigans, we're pretty exhausted!
Well, I take that back. Holly tried to be spritely, but, ummm...
K, let's just move on. All that to say, thank goodness that today I've got the beautiful Robin here to shout y'all a little hey girl heyyy!
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Good morning Southern Living, Our Way readers!
I know you're all bummed because you were hoping to see the beautiful and hilarious Alexa today, but I promise to keep this short and sweet.
Plus, Alexa and I frequently bond over our love of cocktails...
So I can't be that bad.  ;)
If we haven't met before, I'm Robin, and I blog over at
I'm a 20-something, cocktail and country music loving, live-in girlfriend just starting out my new life in West Palm Beach, Florida!
I spend my days with this hunk of man.
He's the best thing in my life, even though he makes a habit of trying to kill me.
Someone needs to tell him he doesn't get payout from my life insurance until he puts a ring on it. Hint hint.

We have a loyal, loving hedgehog named Tate, who likes to take over my blog now and again.

Our goals in life are to live, love and travel the world.
Grab some wine, vodka, whiskey or moonshine and come join our adventure!

Ain't she just the cutest of the cute?! Robin and I have become such great friends in this big blog world, and I know y'all will love her, too! So, hop on over and return the hey girl hey, whydontcha?

2.20.2013

We survived five!

First, I have to thank everyone who linked up for Truth be told, I'm lion yesterday! Jena, Lauren, Sarah and I had such a blast hosting it, and your posts were wonderful! 
{OK fine, I'm still working on reading them all, but I promise I will read every one!}

And while y'all are great and all, there's something faaarrrrr more important than a blog link-up going on today... 

HollybugBugginsNubbinsBuggabooBabushkaOllayBuggy is turning 5!!!
I'm the birfday girl!
And yeah, this is about to be a crazy dog lady post dedicated to my dog on her birthday. Getovait or getouttahere.

Since I just started this blog five months ago, all y'all have ever known is "grown-up" Holly and how wacky yet adorable she is. She makes appearances on here pretty often {read: 'bout daily}, because she's as much my child as anything could ever be. But her story isn't as simple and happy as 
We got a cute puppy, she did cute stuff, grew up to be a cute dog, and everything is just peachy-keen on the daily.

I only wish.

Baby Holly was much like "that puppy in the window" when we got her. My first summer home from college, my parents and I stopped by Petco for some dog stuff, and one of the local Hilton Head pet rescues was there with their adoptable puppies and kittens. Cuteness overload, of course. I held a few pups, one of which was Holly ~ then named Ginger {she and her siblings all had Gilligan's Island names...}. Dad gave Mom a few "So, how 'bout it?" looks. I literally begged Mom like a five year old. And eventually, because Mom is the best ever, we were walking out of Petco with an 11-week-old, 11-lb. puppy and all of the supplies to help her survive.
The smallest her little nub tail has ever been. And the jumbo paws. Ohhh, the paws.
Little did we know, surviving was going to be much more our task than Holly's. We adopted Holly under the condition that she was officially my dog ~ I was to take care of her, train her, give her lots of lovin', and when I moved off campus the next year, she'd move in with me and become my full responsibility. But, that night we brought her home, I had to go to work at my summer hostess job. The whole time I was there, all I could think about was my puppy waiting at home. Her floppy ears, the oversized paws, the sweet puppy breath. Ya know, the fun parts of puppydom.

But when I got home all I remember is being greeted by my mom with a "something's wrong with this dog" warning.
Holly had growled at my parents.
Growled, like a freaking monster.
We'd never owned a dog before that had growled at any of us, and we already knew something was off. To make a long story short, for the rest of that summer, there were endless dog training sessions, and ten-too-many discussions about sending Holly back to the shelter, because she was "just messed up." For the record, I defended her every. single. time. I don't believe any dog is unfixable and I was gonna do everything I could to keep my dog.
6 months old. That belly, my god.
Let's just say I got criticized for that mentality for a long time. In Holly's five years, we've worked with four different dog trainers in three different cities. Two of these trainers did their best to cure Holly's aggression and behavioral problems, but suggested that maybe we should consider having her put down. I'll say that again:
These professional dog trainers told us that our dog was so unfixable that perhaps she was better off dead.

Cue tears.
She obviously gets her style from her mama.
To sum up Holly's "issues"... We're really not sure what the hell is wrong with her. From the beginning, she's been fearful of almost everything in the world. In her mind, the solution to fear is aggression and, therefore, she becomes defensive and growls if she feels threatened. Trainers have suggested this could be from a lack of socialization as a puppy pre-adoption. {We know little about her history besides that a pregnant mama dog showed up at some lady's door, the lady kept the dog until the puppies were 8 weeks old, and then dropped the four of them off at a shelter.} It could be that she wasn't breastfed long enough by her mom ~ this is the first arena in which most dogs learn appropriate behavior. If one pup hogs or bullies the other siblings, mom correct them. She could've been abused or neglected, though it's unlikely she'd remember such a thing at such a young age.
Regardless of where her behaviors stem from, Holly is a lot of things. She's...

Scared of: men, appliances, school buses, lamps, fans, trucks, kids, other dogs, strangers in our house or public.
Possessive of: me, the bed, the floor in front of the couch, her toys.

She trusts: Me, Glenn, my parents, and my brother. Anyone else sends her into a frenzy of growls and barks and bites.

She loves: her mommy and daddy, her squeaky chicken, going for walks, cats.

She follows: Me. And me only. To Holly, I'm a God-equivalent. No matter where I go in the house, she has to be right at my heels. When Glenn takes her for a walk in the morning, the second her unleashes her she tears through the house frantically searching for me. {Sometimes I hide, because I'm awful.} And the second she finally finds me, her ears relax and her nub-tail goes crazy. This happens every. single. day.  And every single day, it makes me smile.

She chews: NOTHING. This may or may not be the greatest my luck's ever been. Despite her obvious shortcomings, Holly's never chewed up something she wasn't supposed to. Stuffed toys are another story... see below.

She knows: Sit, stay, down, hugs, love-love, shake, high-five, wave, up, night-night, treat, go for a walk. She's one of the most command-obedient dogs I've ever seen. Except for that whole "we don't aim to kill people" thing...
Just toys. We only kill stuffed toys.
We've been through so much with Holly that it makes my heart both hurt and smile. This was a dog that once trusted no one, and now she'll let me put my hand in her food bowl while she eats. She's my ultimate protector, and with her around, I've never feared that I'm not safe. I know this dog loves and trust me with every little fiber in her 50-lb. being and knows that I'm the person who's here to love her in return.
To this day, every time my dad sees me with Holly, he shakes his head and says, "I just can't believe that's the same dog. It's amazing."
While it's true that Holly still has issues every damn day, and we find ourselves putting her in timeout for being growly a lot, that this dog loves and trust anyone is a true miracle. That she loves and trust Glenn and me ~ well that's just the happiest thing in the world.

If you made it to the end of this post, bless your heart. If you made it to the end of this post and don't think I'm totally crazy, bless your freaking heart I love you so much.

Happy Birthday, Hollybug! We love you!

2.18.2013

I'm "lion," hear me roar!

It's finally time for the Two Truths & A Lie link-up, hosted by Jena, Sarah, Lauren and me!
So, let's skip the nonsense and get right to it, shall we? Get your guessin' caps on, people.

1. As mentioned here, I'm naturally a super skeeeny minnie. Thanks, parentals, for the genes! But what I didn't mention was that that means sometimes I still buy clothes from Limited, Too. {It'll always be Ltd., Too. What is this Justice biz?} 

2. I've stood {and danced} on the Chippendales' stage in Las Vegas. Not sorry for partying!

3. I went rebel for a while in college {who doesn't?!} and got my eyebrow pierced, kinda on a whim. I kinda loved it a lot; my parents kinda did not.


So, whadoya think? Am I actually a pre-teen clothes-wearin', stage-dancin', pierced-up crazy and I'm not lying about any of it? 
You betcha!







I kid, I kid. 
Did y'all seriously think I'm still a LTD2 customer? For real, you believed me? This is why y'all rock  :) So, #1 is my big ol' lie!
 
But, funny story: I have always been super peanut-ish, and when I was about 14, and had far outgrown Limited, Too, my family and I went to the mall. I needed a very specific dress for some occasion and we'd shopped in every store to no avail. My dad absolutely insisted we check in Limited, Too before we left the mall, but Mom and I both rolled our eyes, saying that I was way too old for that. Well, frankly, Dad just wasn't havin' it and thought I was being picky and spoiled. So he MADE us go in the store, and MADE me pick something out, and MADE me try it on, just to prove it wouldn't fit. Let's just say there was a lot of stomping and screaming after that little incident, and Mom and I still bring it up to this day.
Peace, Love, and Flower Power.
So, that also means #2 and #3 are the truth. Yes ma'ams, this lucky lady has danced on the Chippendales stage with those beautiful mansickles. 
More specifically, I was called up on the stage thanks to the cheering of my wonderful mom and best friend. Due to a few circumstances, I didn't have a "normal" bachelorette party, wherein a group of us girls went on a trip and we just got wasted. Instead, I went to Las Vegas and my mom, my best friend and I had a night out to rival The Hangover. {Oddly enough, that was our next day, too...}
We sat in the third row of the Chippendales show and at one point they held their version of "The Dating Game," with a host, bachelor, and three eligible bachelorettes. Perfect, right?

Mom and Erin screamed wildly enough for the "host" to notice us, and I marched up to that stage like I was getting called to Heaven. Let's just say the next ten minutes involved sexy man abs, sexier dancing, and an even sexier show of a 60-year-old lady putting a condom on a banana. With her mouth.
She won, obviously
Poorest quality pictures in existence. I blame Vay-gess. Can't wait to see you again this Fall, baby!
And as proof that #3 is also true, I present you, the proudest moment of my life. Also known as the time my mom called me and only said, "You didn't actually do it, did you? Alexaaaaaa."
Hiiiii, parents!
I had that beaut for over a year. Sometimes it got infected. Always I loved it. And at some point during its existence, I also learned just how trustworthy you have to be to get an eyebrow wax with a piece of jewelry pierced through your face.

In case you hadn't learned enough about my state of crazy today, howsa 'bout a few more random betcha didn't knows?

* I'm terrified of popping champagne corks and insist Glenn do it every time. I run and duck for cover! Also, don't ask me to open a can of biscuits. Rest assured I'll pull a small piece of wrapper off and then thrown the can to the counter repeatedly until it pops on its own.

I not-so-secretly hope our kids get my green eyes.

* Unfortunately for my bank account, I have a big ol' raging purse/bag addiction. {Also known as being a woman.} Most recently, my addiction reared its head on Sunday, when I found this perfect bag and in less than 10 seconds thought of four specific uses for it just this year. If that's not a meant-to-be situation, I dunno what is.
Nubby dog not included with purchase.
* I have zero idea how to parallel park, and also failed my permit test on my 15th birthday. Incidentally, these two aren't related, as obviously I wasn't practicing my paralleling skills when I was 14. But overall, that was a sad start to an exciting birthday. I'd even over-whitened my teeth for the permit picture! Only to leave permit-less and with teeth so sensitive that just hearing the word chalkboard made me cry.

* I really dislike Indian food and the smell of it makes me gaggy and nauseous and just so grossed out.

I have a ridiculous love of vacuuming our house. This is about 28% due to me being freaky about cleanliness, 13% due to Holly shedding like a Yeti, and 89% due to owning this bad boy.
* Also, I kinda suck at math. ^ That's a fun fact for you and a sad fact for my GPA from 2nd grade until college graduation.
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Thank y'all so much for linking up today! I can't wait to read and guess and read some more and guess some more, and probably realize that no one's quite as weird as me. Three cheers for awkwardness!


Actual Shenanigans!

Another Monday.
Another weekend over.
Another 48 hours that disappeared like that. {I just snapped my fingers, FYI.}

But for a mere 48 hours, we sure fit in a lot!
Of relaxation, that is. For starters, here's the embarrassing list of things I didn't do this weekend:
Shower more than once.
Wash my hair, at all.
Wear jeans for more than two hours.
Cook an actual meal.

So, now that that part's over, here's what I did do.

Friday
That's it, y'all. Champs and pups, two of my favorite things in the world.

Saturday
I was up bright and early to go meet Brittany {and cutie Hailey} for an early lunch at Whole Foods! I found Brittany's blog over a year ago and refer to it daily as a source for health tips, recipes, etc. Remember her chicken tortilla soup?
After finding out she lived just north of Charlotte, I sent her a random email seeing if she wanted to meet up and grab lunch. {Thank the freaking lord she didn't think I was a total creep.}  And I really wanted to pick her brain about becoming a health coach, as it's something I'm 100000% interested in eventually becoming! Our lunch was great and I can say with full confidence that one day I'll be following my dream of coachin' some health!

Saturday night, Glenn headed out to a friend's house about 45 minutes away and ended up drankin' lots staying there, so I had tons of "me time" and I loved it! Especially since I had this lover to keep me company...
Everyone say, "Hiiiiiiiii, Shenanny Sami!" Sami Shenanigans, in a Weekend Shenanigans linky post? Doesn't get much better!
And the unpictured Tyyyyyy joined us later on. Hilarious just doesn't even begin to cover these ladies.

And while all that craziness was happening inside my house, this happened outside. The Queen City got snowed in!  {All said and done, we got about two inches. And yes, 2-ish inches of snow is "snowed in" in the South. I sure as shit wasn't gonna drive anywhere! Although the champagne may've had something to do with that...}
Sunday morning I took Hollybug out for a snow photo shoot! Miss Priss loves the snow, it makes her super feisty, so I just unleashed her and let her run wild.
"Hold on, Mom. The snow, it's speaking to me."
My love for this furry eskimo seriously knows no bounds.

Relaxing and lazy weekend? Suuuure.
Awesome? Always.

And in case you missed it on Friday, tomorrow is the Two Truths & A Lie one-time link-up hosted by Jena, Lauren, Sarah, and me! In addition to the 2 Truths + 1 Lie, I'll be turning my post into a "Random facts about me," since I'm nosy and love when other people do them, and I selfishly assume y'all want the same from me. If ya don't, don't tell me and give me sads, k?
Here's how the Honest-ish Abe post will go down. First, grab this beautiful button.

Then you'll post your three things, put the button underneath them, and then do your BIG reveal!

Example:
1. I like to party.
2. I've never partied in my life.
3. Parties are my reason for living.
Truth be told, I'm lion BUTTON
Reveal: Obviously #2 is a big ol' lie. I'm a party animal, people, duh.

For real, you can do this however you'd like. You can do a big space, like this







And then reveal your lie. Ya know, be all suspenseful. 
Perhaps you'd rather have readers guess and then respond to them in comments? I think we'd be fine with that, too!  
{Just actually respond, don't be a flake.}

Or you can choose to not link up at all, but then I might have to choose to go cry in the corner, so..... Just trust me, my mascara looks best on my eyelashes, not my cheeks.

Cheers to Monday! 
Is it 5:00 yet? I need a brewski.