Diary of a Fickle White Woman

Brown Eyed Girl Jenn did this post earlier today and I thought it was fun, I haven't done a meme in ages, and I have a handful of new followers who may like to know useless information about me, so I figured what the heck? Might as well steal it. Thanks, Jenn! The ABCs of yours truly! A. Age -- 23. I'll be 24 on May 20th (I love surprises in the mail, hint hint ;)) and some days I can't believe I'm that old, while others, I can't believe I'm that young. B. Bed size -- Queen and it's the most heavenly thing in the world, which is great, but also bad, because it is nearly impossible to pull myself out of bed every morning... or afternoon. C. Chore you dislike -- Cleaning the shower would probably be my least favorite. I have a shower/tub combo and I really just hate getting on my hands and knees and scrubbing the bejeezus out of the thing. Plus, I feel like I smell like Clorox for the next 3 showers. D. Dogs -- I have two fur babies, you can read about them

“We tend to forget that happiness doesn't come as a result of getting something we don't have, but rather of recognizing and appreciating what we do have.” ~Frederick Keonig~ Picture taken by me. Secret Harbor, St. Thomas, USVI March 2011

Remember when I told you all about my shoe addiction ? Well, I'm sorry to say, that was just the tip of the iceberg. Aside from the fact that I've managed to add a few more pairs to my collection since that post (and have nowhere to put them) , I also realized I need to come clean about my other addiction. Clothes. Why, yes, it is organized by color. If someone wanted to go shopping in my closet, she probably could. If I wanted to wear a new outfit everyday for a year & fit didn't matter, I probably could. If a small African village wanted to use my clothes to make garments for their community, they probably could. Tops. So. Many. Hangers. Shorts & Pants Jackets/dresses/dressier clothes And that? Is embarrassing beyond words. Especially because I recognize the problem that it is and not only do I not do anything about it, I, quite frankly, don't even care to get it under control. I figure if I'm not going to walk around naked (you're welcome very much),

Friday the 18th I had my BIG interview for nursing school at the one and only program I applied to. My parent's actually drove me up, which, at first, I was kind of against, because I didn't want anyone seeing me roll up with my ma and pa and think, "Oh my God, this chick is almost 24 and can't go to an interview without her parent's?!" but, in the end, I was really relieved they drove me because I was a nervous wreck! And, no one saw them, anyway. The campus is an hour and 10 minutes from my house and I zoned out in the back seat the entire ride there. I had never seen the campus and was pleasantly surprised by how beautiful it is! It very much reminded me of UD and I kind of felt like I was going home. I arrived 20 minutes early, so they offered to give me a tour of the lab. Y'all, this made me SO excited! The facilities are gorgeous, everyone was incredibly friendly and welcoming and I just got good vibes the entire time I was there. Which is probably a

Oy, I knew trying to split the trip up into several posts would be too difficult to stay on top of. I just don't know how most of you find time in the day to blog! I used to be so good about writing here on a semi-regular basis, but I feel like life is going 100mph right now and I barely have my seatbelt on. I'm going to finish the St. Thomas posts right now so I can blog about other things before I forget (ie: my nursing school interview). It won't be as detailed, and more picture heavy than anything and I'm only posting a few pics because I can't choose, so I'm just going to do a slideshow this weekend when I need a distraction from homework. If that isn't good enough for you, maybe make up a vacation story to coincide with the pics? Haha. On my first full day in St. Thomas, Colleen and I spent the entire day (literally, we were there from 930-630) pretending we were guests at the Ritz. View of St. John from the Ritz On Friday, Pete worked again, so Col

When I put effort into how I look, I feel pretty, at best, so it is a rare occurrence when I feel sexy. This past Friday night though, I felt sexy, and I owe it all to this shirt: Ann Taylor LOFT nautical stripe tee I wish I had a picture of me in it, but we forgot to take pics that night. The fit is perfect and makes you look super skinny. That's really all I can say about why it made me feel so sexy. I paired it with LOFT jeggings (which I'm also in love with and they make my ass look good and legs look skinny, so WIN), snake skin pumps, and some grey and gunmetal jewelry. I haven't felt so sexy in a long time and it probably helped that I received a ton of compliments from my girlfriends & a lot of attention from the fellas (which is an even rarer occurrence than me feeling sexy). There truly is something to be said about guys being attracted to confident women. There really is no point to this post other than to inform you that I've found the perfect shirt and i

First, for all of you who expressed "concern," for lack of a better word, about me abandoning my blog now that I have twitter-- WRONG. Heck no, peeps. Honestly, I don't even get the point of twitter, but I thought I'd give it a try. Plus, my friend in St. Thomas is really hard to get ahold of for many reasons, and he has twitter, so I thought it'd be another way to keep in touch. Anyway, I'll abandon twitter before my blog, so have no fear, I'm here to stay. For better or for worse. Whether you like it or not. Speaking of St. Thomas, I'm trying to decide how I want to blog about the trip. I feel like one post is going to be really long, but who knows when I would have time to get a second post up about it. Let's just see where this takes us... Two weeks ago today, I arrived in the Caribbean, stepped off the plane, and was offered a shot of pineapple rum. Why, don't mind if I do. Clearly, this is the way I'd like to start any and all vacatio

Assuming y'all haven't totally forgotten about me, I'm now on twitter. Enough people convinced me what a loser I was for not being on twitter that I told Pam to come up with a twitter name and I'd join. She took the challenge and ran with it, so here I am, BrashandSassy1 is the name. Use it, don't abuse it. Feel free to follow me, but I'll warn you now, I have NO clue what the hell I'm doing on that site (as evidenced by the fact that I probably could link you directly to my name, but don't know how to do that...). And it likely won't always be PG. I had a fabulous trip and an amazing weekend (like, one of the best I've ever had), all of which I plan to clue you in on soon, but I've been tending to the bomb that exploded in my room all afternoon and babysit for my cousin all day tomorrow (oh yea, she went back to work, so now I have two regular "nanny" jobs), and babysit for the other family all day Tuesday and some on Wednesday...

I didn't intend to skip out for the past (almost) week, &, as a matter of fact, I actually HAD things to blog about (shocking, I know), but the end of last week was pure chaos and time did not allow for much of anything other than work/appointments/errands/getting ahead on school work/playing mom to three kids all weekend. And all of that running around & time spent with kids has left me with a terrible cold, intense nausea, and sleep deprevation. However, my flight leaves at 7:05 tomorrow morning & by 2 EST, I'll be in beautiful St Thomas with another friend visiting one of my favorite people in the world & for that, I am beyond grateful. Catch y'all in a week or so! Aloha. Or whatever the Caribbean equivalent of goodbye is.