Do you ever wish that you could write a letter to your former self with some helpful tips? I was thinking about this the other day. How some things we focus so much on in the present are just silly and ridiculous and hinds site.

I would love to write to all the middle school and high school aged kids out there and let them in on a few life secrets that can only come from experience, yet you wish that wasn’t the case.

Dear Tween/Teenager,

I have been there, in your shoes that is. They might have been a different style than those you are wearing seeing as how it was in the stone age a while back, but I have certainly been there. You know how adults like to give you advice, and you just roll your eyes and tune them out with visions of what you are going to wear tomorrow, and who you want to go to the movies with this weekend. I am hear to tell you to actually listen. I am trying to save you some time, heart ache, lessons learned the hard way.

Don’t worry so much about what that twat Miss Popular thinks about the shirt you wore last week. You looked cute, and she is dumb. In 5 years….or 5 weeks…it really doesn’t matter. In 10 years you will go out to eat with your hot husband and she will be the waitress that serves your dinner. The one that dropped out of college because she got pregnant by the star football player that now works at the car wash down the street and is “stuck” with her.

You know that nerd that helped you with your science project? Keep him as an ally. I can promise you in 10 years he will be rising to the top in his company, and has his shit together. Yeah, he is a little quirky…but you will find quirky charming. People that fit in tend to be boring, anyways.

Next time your mom asks you to play a board game, just do it. I know that Chatty Cindy is on the phone and you two can talk all night….but some of your fondest memories are those that you spent playing games and painting ornaments with your mom. You won’t get to see her every day when you grow up and get yourself a life…so enjoy it now.

Your little sister might be hella annoying right now, but embrace it.  Spend time being her best friend. One day she will be a teenager too and your worst nightmare. Don’t worry, when you are both adults, you will always have each others backs and be friends again.

You know that voice in your head? I know….sometimes she can be really judgy…..but she knows what’s up. You ought to listen to her. Sometimes she can sense when something is wrong and shows you the red flags. The more in tune you are with her, the better it will be for you.

Stop comparing yourself to others. Just be yourself. If people don’t like you for you, screw them.

Don’t worry about Geometry, just get yourself through it enough to pass. No one gives a shit about polygons in the real world.

Don’t let anyone tell you that you cant do something. You can do anything.

Keep deodorant in your locker, you never know when you might forget one day.

Keep your chin up. This is supposed to be the fun, carefree time in your life. Enjoy the fact that your parents pay for everything and you don’t have any real problems. Life isn’t going to get any easier, you just get wiser.

Sincerely,

Been There, Done That

I am about to turn 30, but I don’t feel 30. I feel no where near 30. 30 is old. 30 is close to “mid life.” Just no. Here are the reasons why I will never be considered a “grown up.”


1. At the first sign of trouble, I call my mom. When in doubt, call my mom. What grown ass adult calls her mommy? This one does.



2. I am terrified of bad weather. Chance for a tornado today? I am going to need to stay home from work. Super loud thunder? Chris, please hold me. Lightening like crazy? I am hiding under the covers with my dogs. You know, because they need protection.



3. We have more video gaming systems than a 13 year old nerdy boy. In case you haven’t visited my blog lately, this gem is on our basement wall. In our house that we own. Accompanied by a Mario pillow and throw on the couch down there, for good measure. To go along with our “theme.”





A funny thing it is…motivation. I have talked before about what motivates me. But what happens when you loose sight of that? When you are putting forth effort towards something but not getting the results you desire

I have been taking the 30 Day Shred challenge one squat jump day at a time. After the first week, I lost 4 lbs and was really excited about it. I kept doing what I was doing, you know, riding the healthy train. On my final day of level 1 I jumped on the scale again. I had gained back 2 of the 4 lbs I lost. Dafaaaaaq? How is that even possible? Julian has been killing me. I have been eating clean.

Every morning I continue to wake up at 4:30am, eat my rabbit food for lunch and pretend I don’t want ice cream ever again. Every Friday I get on that scale, and damned if it hasn’t  moved a fraction of an ounce.

So why? Why do I keep torturing myself if I don’t see the scale moving. Because I am fairly certain the pyramids weren’t constructed in a day. (Though if you watch the special on the aliens on the history channel, they might have been.) I know that eventually if I continue to work, something will give. I do see results when I look at my arms and they are less jiggly. I am starting to see definition in my abs again. I told myself that I would complete this damn challenge, and I will do it! Mama didn’t raise no quitter. If I give my best, and I don’t get the results that I want…I know that I at least tried. You can’t argue with that. Besides, I could do better on the weekends. You know, not drink beer AT ALL. Skip Mexican night. However, I do still want to enjoy some things and know that it comes at a price.

I am not in a competition with anyone but myself. I know I can be better. I will get there.

Monday always sneaks up on my out of NO WHERE!

Shenanigans were kept at a minimum this weekend. Not a whole lot to report. When I got home Friday, I have a VoxBox from Influenster waiting for me…that is always fun and exciting! If you aren’t a member, you need to be!