But on a Wednesday in a cafe I watched it begin again

   Alright, go ahead...judge me. This week's Wordy Wednesday could be summed up in one word/color, RED. Yeah, I'm going there. I'm gonna go with the obvious choice first, because I have moments of weakness and give in to cliche sometimes and then return back to my complicated emotionally over thinking things roots and give you my favorite track off Miss Swift's latest musical diary entry. 

   So I don't know about you but I'm burnt out, coffee chugging, hit snooze 17 times, got caught lip syncing in the mirror last night, counting the hours till Saturday night so I can wear my costume yeah I'm 5 and laugh with my best friends while flirting for beers, and am really regretting my Lean Cuisine choice for lunch today. This is also called 22. 

                                                                          "It feels like one of those nights"

   Let me clarify some things, Sara and I would never dress up like hipsters. We ALL constantly make fun of our exes  I have fallen in love with a "stranger" and it's over-rated. I am happy, free, confused, miserable, and magical and a couple other emotions at least 5 times a day. Deadlines will be the farthest thing from my mind in 84 hours. AND I will always dance like I'm 22. So, Taylor, I hate to say it, but you nailed it once again. 

    Favorite line: "You look like bad news, I gotta have you." my life

   I'm gonna try something new and keep this emotional rant short and sweet. In fact, I'm only gonna give you the song and my favorite line from it. If you know me/keep up with my blog and therefore life you'll know why. 

"And I almost brought him up but you start talking about the movies that your family watches every single Christmas. And I want to talk about that." 

I have a post-it note of about five or six songs off the album that I am currently obsessed with I am also having to keep my office door shut because of this and I am choking on my words as I type this but you really can not go wrong with this album. Maybe I should date an 18 year old so then I'll have genius work too...hmm maybe the stick wearing a wig is on to something here. 

Gotta Love to Hate

                                                        yeah, you know who I'm talking about. 

                                                                                 T-Swift. 
  Funny thing about that string bean perfect candidate for Pamprin songwriting pop "country" princess, we all connect with her lyrics. My best friend Sara, God love her, has been a die hard T-Swifter since day 1. I on the other hand am I judgmental small person all  credit goes to dad for that one. So....when RED came out yesterday I had to give into my emotional girl side for once and give it a try. And then the lyric tweets started. And then came the texts from friends, who like me roll their eyes at this 18 year old Kennedy dating twig, asking what #RED was because the lyrics I had shared were dead on with our/their lives, and heartbreaks, and dance parties in our bathrooms by ourselves or if you're like me nights spent laying on the shower floor till the water goes cold and you're half asleep. sorry i'm not sorry?  Oh, yeah the Taylor Swift effect had happened again, you love to hate the bitch. 

This will go on for months #fairwarning

You'll have to wait till tomorrow to get my favorite track. Until then stay feeling like 22

You got the kiss that tastes like honey

  While my NFL alliances might lie with a team other than the Tennessee Titans that in no way means I'm not a Nashville girl who loves her country music, specifically the men of country music. Yes, Luke Bryan I would be glad to shake it for you his wife's name is Caroline so he's obs my favorite and yes, Jake Owen how did you know I love barefoot blue jean nights? But this list has everything but you, Kip Moore. If you aren't already in love with this gorgeous man get ready to swoon. I could live in one of his songs. I am ready to fall in love every time I finish a shuffle of his album YEAH, it's THAT good So, it took me a couple listens this morning to pick what song I wanted to use for Wordy Wednesday. Per usual, here's my pathetic life update/back story to my choice. A couple months ago I mentioned I had been loft/condo/apartment hunting with the intention to buy mortgage payments would be less than rent and then I'd have an investment but after weeks of looking and a long Saturday morning coffee sit with both mom and dad we decided renting would be the best choice for me, at this point in my life. And then dad said what I never really register like ever "You are REALLY young." And I am. And having the flexibility to get up and move is key at this point in my career/life you know for when I meet and fall in love with a Steeler But when you go straight from college to working and being the absolute baby of the agency/office you never really think of yourself as being only 22. So back to the real estate game but first I'll get a little reckless in honor of being 22, single, and a hot mess...

                          "I'll send you a postcard, send me your love. Just don't give up on me yet, I'm still growing up." 

And in your wedding dress, to have and to hold

  A week ago I received one of the best pieces of mail, like ever. The first thing I saw when I began to rip open the envelope trying to keep it together in the mail room was one of my favorite pictures of all time with one of my favorite boys. And it only got better once I FINALLY got the letter open....

   


















I am pleased to say exactly ONE YEAR FROM TODAY I will stand next to one of my very best friends as she marries the man of her dreams and one of the best guys I will probably ever be blessed enough to be over-protected by. I could NOT be more honored, thrilled, happy, "mayyybe buying a wedding countdown clock for myself" excited to be part of Emily and Brendan's big day. These two give me hope there is someone out there who will not only love me but my family and friends as much as his own life. So let's get these kids hitched! 

Remember all the words I said

   I'm not one to get religious in my blogging besides some good #catholicgirlproblems but during a recent Insertion Order (IO) bender I had the new The Fray album on shuffle and stumbled across this gem. There is a hymn, usually sung during communion, that I have memorized simply by hearing it for years that's based off of Psalm 46:10 "Be still and know that I am God." And I never truly understood the meaning of it until mom and I were having one of our usual soul searching conversation on the way to Publix this past weekend. She asked if I was happy in life, because she's having trouble with that right now. It's a loaded question, I've discussed it in posts past. But I think I finally figured my answer out. I am happy in my career. I am happy with my wonderful friendships. I am happy with my loving family. I am accepting of my current love life. And all of that makes me happy. There's the saying, God doesn't give you more than you can handle. And reflecting back on my past, it's true. When you try to stuff your "plate" so you have it all, things start to fall apart. The year I thought I had found love I also had my lowest GPA of my college career and endured some excruciating fights with my family. And the year I ran a half marathon, secured two job offers before graduation, and never missed a 10pm mass I was as single as a stick. When I'm secure enough in my life God will guide me to my person or them to me or my friends to make those introductions happen it worked for Mom and Dad. And until that time, I will be still and know that He is with me. 

                 Be still and know that I'm with you. Be still and know that I am here. Be still and know that I'm with you. Be still, be still, and know. When darkness comes upon you. And sleep no longer finds your bed. Remember all the words I said. Be still, be still, be still. If fear falls upon your bed and sleep no longer comes. Remember all the words I said. Be still be still and know. And if you go through the valley. And the shadow comes down from the hill. If morning never comes to be. Be still be still be still. And if you forget the way to go. And lose where you came from. Just know I am standing beside you. Be still be still be still
                                                                                   Be still and know that I'm with you. Be still and know I am

Try to tell you stop but your lipstick got me so out of breath

   In an attempt not to slam my head against my desk repeatedly today I took a quick 5 minute sanity break and read through some of the Advertising 490 blogs and I must say I'm impressed. I may have a couple favorites, but I'm not kissing and telling. So, in ADV 490 throw back fashion I'll share my social media brag tale of the day/week I don't do this on the reg anymore, little rusty  I'm a lip licker, no not a lint licker easily confused, have been since I was little. If I get super zoned out on a project, read, or coloring book I will lick my lips. This cute little quirk paired with running in four seasons worth of weather and prescriptions make keeping my lips hydrated a living hell. Then I discovered EOS, Evolution of Smooth, you know the little pastel colored eggs you see in the pharmacy section of Target? They are a gift from the lip licking savior god himself/herself/itself and it gets even better because they have wet/dry shave gel, hand lotion, and others. If I was Oprah thank God I'm not that fat I would give everyone an EOS and put them on my Favorite Things episode for sure. BUT I"m not, SO back to today, I was about to lay on my office floor and die when I got a text from momma, simply reading "Presents *EMOJI PRESENT ICON* yes, I know, I should have never downloaded that app onto her phone. Julie had done the impossible and found the elusive orange and dark pink EOS eggs! So because Dr. Childers trained me well, I impulsively screen-shot'd that text and tweeted it. And guess WHAT, EOS replied. It's like I'm a star eyed college senior again... So, once again ADV 490 children, it pays off to be a fan boy what did I tell you?

                                       And don't you worry, I passed @eosproducts message on to momma.