You see rainbows when I see rain, isn't that strange

   This entire post should probably be written in size smallest font because quite frankly Jenn Pesek and I's daily gchat/text/drivinghomestuckintraffic phone call marathons are some of the shambliest conversations ever heard. This will also be one of my shortest posts because it would be near impossible to give my @j_pesek testimony without giving away a bajillion inside jokes. How Teresa Giudice has a show and we don't is a question we frequently ask each other. Rihanna apparently found love in a hopeless place, while Jenn and I found friendship across the backyard of a hopeless fraternity event. And the rest is history. So here we are almost a year and a half later. Nail polish color decisions are a group effort. Mirror pics of outfits are a must. Random fratty cards I find and must send to Miss Priss in DC are a commonality. We are loyal like this is The Godfather and neither of us want to go fishing with Fredo. And Lord knows we put together some soundtrack worthy Spotify playlists. Which is why this Wordy Wednesday is dedicated to Aunt Srat, the woman who taught me to embrace dark nails and never be sorry. 

                                                                                           "I was good, she was hot stealin everything I got"

                                                                             Cause when you're done with this world, you know the next is up to you

                                                                                          
                                                                                      DADADADADADADA AFRO  DADADADADADAD CIRCUS

Cause one of these days I'll be born and raised

   He's legal. It's a terrifying thought and kind of makes me feel old because my 18th birthday feels like yearsssssss ago even though yes it was technically years ago But it actually, technically, if things had gone as planned shouldn't be Joe's birthday because he was precisely due to be born on Dad's birthday, October 23rd. So, if you're a math wizard like me you probably figured out the little Pekarsky showed up 5 weeks early, bringing my reign as evil queen to a sudden end. Okay so maybe that's a little dramatic I'm still evil after all. Without crying at my desk don't worry my door's shut I am the luckiest Sissi in the world to have Joseph John Pekarsky as my blonde hair blue eyes Aryan Race little brother who people mistaken as my boyfriend. If I screen shot-ed and shared every outrageous text conversation the two of us had, mom would somehow find them and then kill us. It's like Bridesmaids, we can communicate across the backseat of the car Sophie usually in the middle with just a look followed by laughter and Julie being confused He is one of the smartest, kindest, weirdest, funniest, irritatiest yes I just invented that word, in honor of you Joe most loving, most giving, smelliest people I not only know but have the pleasure of being related to. I would be lost without him or the random meems I receive when half asleep I will never yell louder than I did when he needed to just pass that damn kid at regionals which he DID and took 8th in the Region or look like a bigger dofus when I sobbed at his confirmation why no one in our family thought to brought tissues to that is beyond me So it's our first Jofus Birthday without Joe actually being home and I know it's killing us all a little deep down inside, so here's my final birthday present to you baby brother. I love you. Happy Birthday. 

"I could watch you for a lifetime. You're my favorite movie. A thousand endings, you mean everything to me. I never know what's comin'. Forever fascinated. Hope you don't stop runnin' to me, cause I'll always be waitin'. You are a cinema I could watch you forever. Action thriller, I could watch you forever. You are a cinema, a Hollywood treasure. I love you just the way you are. A cinema, a cinema. Never know what movie you're playin'. My cinema." 

Some of it will end, and the leaves will turn again

  We're almost there, half way, the light at the end of the hallway just past the glare of your computer screen and the sounds of the copier, also known as Wednesday! It's a frigid 63 degrees here in Music City, definitely seat warmer weather, so it's time to find that perfect fall soundtrack. I don't watch The Voice yes yes I know, eye roll so I don't have a 50 Shades of Grey worthy fit every Tuesday when Adam Levine and his tattoo'd self hits that big red button and seductively turns his Dr. Evil like chair around. But I do have the joy of seeing re-pins of pictures of his half naked or that one strategically placed hand fully naked payphone abusing self on Pinterest at least a good five times a week. And although I'm more of an NFL player drooling girl I must admit yes he's gorgeous but I"m more in love with his new album with Maroon 5 "Overexposed" fitting title. This is one of the FEW albums I've been able to play on shuffle and never skip a song. So pick your poison, love song or #whitegirlproblems anthem, either way you won't be disappointed. So lock your bedroom door, work that updo, and strut it out in front of your Target full length over the door mirror.  

                                                             "but temptation got me lost...but your perfect little body makes me fall apart." 

                                                          "and I remember your eyes were so bright, when i first met you, so in love that first night." 

                                                                                            I will not lie, first time I heard this, I cried. 

A thousand endings, you mean everything to me

#postgradgameday

   I love birthdays. Like, love them. Mostly I love mine oh my God be honest you feel the same way but as I've grown up 22, I know, I'm ancient scheming, picking out, and shambley wrapping my family and loved ones' birthday surprises has become a fun little game. After successfully surprising the pants off mom for her big 55th I have never been so proud to hear screaming coming from the laundry room, it is now on to my sweet little brother who becomes legal next Monday, but before him two of my best friends hit the big 23 and 24. AARP should be sending letters to us all soon. I have a stationary fetish Rex Ryan has feet, I have Target thank you notes so birthdays are the perfect excuse to feed the $5.99 card monster. Mara Mi and Papyrus are my absolute favorites and both available at Target IT'S A MATCH and can squeeze into any 20 something's "fabulous and broke" budget. So there's my shameless plug for what my dad would call "excessive" stationary and a heads up to look for a very special HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOFUS I got you a stripper, KIDDING post next Monday September 24th, the 18th anniversary of my life being ruined kidding..maybe 

OH and GO STEELERS, BLACK AND GOLD. and still GO VOLS! 

I'm feelin' electric tonight, cruising down the coast going 'bout 99

  It's Wednesday! Which means hump day, So You Think You Can Dance, it's Britney bitch Spears' debut on X Factor, momma's making pork chops for dinner, OH and the second annual HUNGER GAMES oh no wait that's not right...it's my second installment of Wordy Wednesday y'all. Since I'm in a particularly good mood today and my hair decided to cooperate this morning I'm giving y'all two lyrical gems this morning you can thank me nowww 

  It's officially fall in the South! SEC football is back, momma's birthday came and went, and girls are wearing riding boots little early if you ask me but if I had Tory Burch I'd flaunt it too. While I do enjoy being able to walk from the parking lot to my office without sweating through my dress, the change of seasons still gives me that summertime sadness. I'm a summer baby, judge me. 
         "Kiss me hard before you go, summertime sadness. I just wanted you to know, that baby you're the best.. I got that summertime, summertime sadness." 

  As you should know by now I've apparently bragged enough I was extremely honored and flattered /shocked but I'm not questioning it to be the guest speaker in ADV 490: Social Media yesterday. AND I got to run away to Knoxville for 36 hours and live in norts and eat glorious bings at OCI you youngins might call it Goal Post Tavern but it'll always be OCI to me So while I was sitting in a booth in a completely empty bar at 2pm with #catholicgirlproblems herself THE Miss Kerri Moore telling her all about trying to place billboards and the crazy ass boys I attract and then break up with I realized, why the heck wouldn't you wanna have #postgradproblems?? John Mayer hate him, love his songs said it best...
                         "Don't stop this train. Don't for a minute change the place you're in...Cause now I see I'll never stop this train."

  

  So final thought not really but I needed a conclusion phrase today I am the Fall Feature Alumni on the University of Tennessee School of Advertising and PR Facebook page and Twitter tweeted it too so check it out. And to all your ADV 490 kids if you're being nice and reading this there is a huge light at the end of that circular tunnel and you will learn to love your #postgradproblems traffic not so much and when you're sitting on the ReBar patio buying your own drinks laughing about your crazy Account Director on a Saturday night you'll get it, till then blog like I told you to! 

But now I've seen it through, and now I know that truth, that anything could happen

  It's the Monday of Florida week and I'm heading to Knoxville! Before you get your assuming/judgey mom face on, no, I'm not getting my Ke$ha on four days early this ain't no disco I'm going to guest lecture the amazing ADV/PR 490 class that started this whole blogging thing and subsequent documentation of my crazy beautiful life.  This works perfectly because the nice lighting men are here to install new lighting in our offices and I won't have to deal with them or their commentary on my Steelers decor, you are NOT a Broncos fan you're a Manning fan you know, just another #postgradproblem another day another dollar. Besides the 3 dozen roses, sugar-less cheesecake, and jumbo word search books this is probably the best present I could have given my momma for her big 55, OH along with an agency press release about her kid. So here's my press release the first of many I have planned to be written about me and my career read it and weep and I'll see you kids in Knoxville. I take attendance so get a good seat. 
                                                   http://bohanideas.com/news 

Wordy Wednesdays

  Friends are the very best place to draw inspiration from besides your momma and I absolutely love reading /semi stalking friends blogs and getting new ideas for mine. Whether it be layout ideas, the use of in-blog thoughts in tiny font thank you Miss VanDam or having different days of the week have different set topics. I always seem to work song lyrics, quotes, or even video into my posts plus song lyrics as titles get you mad hits on search engines so I decided Wednesdays will from here on out be deemed Wordy Wednesdays let the kingdom rejoice! I always seem to have some new song obsession and now I will share them with the world along with my favorite line or maybe even sometimes the lyrics in their entirety granted I Google them successfully. So for my first Wordy Wednesday I give you a throw back hit that inspired my Sophomore Retreat leader talk on the always soul searching question "Who am I?" Our high school Homecoming Alumni tailgate was this past weekend and I'm feeling nostalgic also a tiny bit cocky because I haven't gained 30 lbs since high school and have a job. So back to 2008 we go, 

     "And heaven forbid you end up alone and don't know why. Hold on tight wait for tomorrow you'll be alright."