Weekend Warrior

Flea Market: success

So much cupcake icing you can't move: success

Last birthday as a McCormack: success

Making it out of ReBar alive on a Saturday night: success

Sunday run across the river: success

Surprising mom with flowers: success

Sunday night soak: success

Weekend: success

Please and Thank You

I tease my mom, a lot. I tweet things she says and does and #lifewithJulie. I phone stalk her, calling the house then her cell then the house. I saw f**k way too much around her. 

We all say we were blessed with amazing parents and moms. But I am convinced there is an extra chromosome or some gene Julie was born with that made her the incredible mother, best friend, wife, partner, friend she is. 

Mom did the whole husband, big white house, kids thing on her own. No family to help, just her. She got up every day thinking of everyone but herself, making sure all our lives ran perfectly. She deals with dad's work rants, my work rants, and just Joe in general. She might be part demi-god. 

When I went through my rough patch, she never judged, always listened, had the guest room made up for me every weekend, and was 100% right there with me.

She doesn't ask about boys anymore, just waits for me to share. She always asks about work and popped champagne with me after my first career buy even though she has no idea what a CPP or GRP is. She is the biggest fan of my life.

I mentioned in my previous post we're going flea market-ing this weekend as an early birthday adventure for her. She didn't want me to spend money on a present for her because I have my house now. Again, this woman was cut from a different cloth. So, since Blogger is free and I took lunch to type this out this is present #1. 

Julie, you're my best friend. Love you momma. THIS MUCH.

Happy early September 9th. 9957. 

All in the eyes

I am a mascara girl through and through.

Since age 15 I have been in search of the perfect mascara. 

I was blessed with good, no, great lashes. And I've been told on the rare occasion I have nice eyes too.

So it was fitting that the Sephora birthday gift for the month of June was all about the eyes.And let me just tell you, best "free" thing I've ever received. 

I am now obsessed with Benefit's They're Real! Mascara. And for once, I found a cosmetic/fragrance that won't break the bank!

Check it out here.

I'd give it a few dozen volumized lashes up! 

Flea Market Fancy

This is my absolute favorite picture of me and mom.

No joke, it's framed in my house three times. [Bedside table, fridge, family room]

The week leading up to Mother's Day this year was um, the worst ever horrible awful no good, to put it subtly.

But that Sunday the sun came out, we hit up Lowe's, spent the entire afternoon on the deck, and Pekarsk-d around. Like only the four of us, and Sophie, can do.

This weekend mom and I are having a girl's day and hitting up the Nashville Flea Market.

We are gonna Flea Market our faces off.

And even if we don't find anything amazing or even anything at all it'll still be a success because I get to spend the day with Julie.

#tbt

#Tuesday

My Kind of Night

I have a saying "I want to live in that song."

Well I want to live in Luke Bryan's entire new album.

It's the perfect end of summer, early fall, windows down, day dream about taking "laughing" pictures with cute boys at tailgates. TMI? Sorry. Gotta think about something to get through long runs.

Crash My Party is definitely an album you can put on shuffle and not skip a song, but here are my top 5.

1. Shut It Down

2. Out Like That

3. I See You

4. That's My Kind of Night

5. Play it Again

https://play.spotify.com/user/1221344862/playlist/4e4pUtz0tsAaLzKAUWB8DQ

Enjoy!

Don't call it a comeback

This is my "I'm really doing it" moment.

I am three weeks out from a low place in my post-grad career/life.

And baby we are going all up hill from here, literally,

I am running again.

I'm actually hungry again.

I laugh again.

I am looking ahead to projects for the house, weddings of best friends, birthdays of people I love.

I'm sleeping, through the night. No more couch to bed to couch fire drill at all hours of the night.

I do my devotional first thing in the morning and again at night.

I looked up the mass schedule for the church down the street from me.

Did I mention I'm running again?

So thank you God, for this beautiful August day with a high of 78.

Thank you for my amazing family and friends.

Thank you for guiding this child of yours.

cpekarsk is back y'all.

Push it, real good

This is what happens when you neglect laundry and run five days a week. 

All about that Norts life.

And the best part of a run, the chocolate milk after!

What are you training for? Have a good training secret or post run treat? 

Let me hear 'em! 

It's only pre-season, right?

Well the boys may have looked less than stellar, but Sophie and I were looking ab fab in our coordinating Steeler outfits. 

And there is nothing better than Monday morning coffee in my old school Three Rivers Stadium Pittsburgh mug.

When I finally do it I'm gonna do it right

With each passing day another friend gets engaged. They did it, they found their person.

And I'd be lying if I said it didn't get me thinking about when I eventually find my person and jump into this marriage thing. 

Pinterest, Twitter, and Tumblr blogs are full of quotes about love. 

"Find someone who knows you're not perfect but treats you like you are."

"Blah blah blah"

"Something sweet overlay-ed on a precious picture of a fake couple"

However when I was driving home yesterday this song came up on my Spotify "Matt Howard" radio.
I instantly thought, that's what I want my love to be.
I've had my parents wonderful love to watch for 23 years and it is the epitome of this song.

"Well, maybe I'm a crook for stealing your heart away
Yeah, maybe I'm a crook for not caring for it
Yeah, maybe I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad person
Well, baby, I know.
You love love love when you know I can't love."

So maybe, one day, far far away, I'll have someone who can love love love when I'm being a brat and can't love. 

Red Pants

Sometimes it's the little things in life.

Like the rain stopping for the 30 sec you have to run from your front door to the door to the building.

Or texts from Julie with all the rain related Emoji symbols.

Or red pants, a flannel, and a messy bun.

The fear

We all have our worries in life, no matter how big or small.

I love this song and Ben Howard's voice makes it that much better.

Let your worries fall with the rain this rainy Thursday.

Almost to Friday. 

Workin 9 to 5

College internships. 

The dreaded "I" word your parents, teachers, mentors, dog throw at you leading up to your senior year of college.

Gotta get that internship to get the dream job or your life will fall apart.

Yes, I have been there. I survived. And got the dream job.

But instead of a traditional internship, I applied to be a campus rep for Rent the Runway.

You have to be incredibly independent, self motivated, and determined to be on a team of 5 girls when your boss is hundreds of miles away in the concrete jungle of NYC.

It was amazing, I loved it.

My beloved May Designs is introducing campus reps to their company this year.

So, apply. What's there to lose?

Click on the link below and start down the yellow brick road to #PGP.

http://blog.maydesigns.com/weve-got-spirit-you-should-too-2/

"Consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed"

Romans 8:18

Keeping this on my heart this week.

Happy Monday y'all! 

I don't want no scrub

As a single girl I can have a good laugh with Thought Catalog on this one. 

You wouldn't have to twist my arm too hard to get me to agree with 1, 4, and 5. 

Sorry, but couples dinners are best when y'all are the only couple in attendance.

Enjoy!

http://thoughtcatalog.com/2013/5-reasons-why-boyfriends-are-necessary/

oh and if you know of any gentlemen who meet my demands below, help a girl out. 

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