Six Things I Love Sunday: July 1

Wow, it’s nice to be back in the blogosphere! No, I haven’t died and miraculously rose from the  grave in order to do Six Things Sunday.  My computer has actually been broken, thanks to a certain dog who fell off my bed onto my laptop.  Yep, that happened.  So, I’m borrowing a friend’s computer right now to get some homework done and the like, and I figured I might as well quick do this blog post since it’s been so long!

 

1. Victoria’s Secret Voluptuous Volume Mascara

Why? Strangely enough, this is my favorite mascara.  I know a lot of people have their favorite cosmetic brands, such as Revlon or Neutrogena, but I like to pick and choose my favorites from a bunch of different brands.  I ended up trying this because I had a free coupon of some sort, and now I’m obsessed.  No mascara has ever made my lashes look this good.

 

2. Asymmetrical Dresses

Why? For some reason, I am in love with this style for the summer.  I have too many dresses to count that have this asymmetrical hem, and I think it’s just such a fun and flirty way to switch up your style.  I know a lot of people who either love or hate the trend, so I’m interested to hear what you guys think!

 

3. Air Conditioning

Me. If I was Asian and in a stock photo.

Why? This is a no brainer, but the last few days in Wisconsin have been HOT.  And I don’t mean 80 degrees and sunny.  I mean 105 degrees and can’t leave the house because it’s so humid and nasty outside.  Thankfully, I live in a house that has been blessed with air conditioning, and I have been cranking that baby up in the last few days.  I have been selfishly wondering what people back in the olden days did without temperature control.  I hope I never have to find out.

 

4. Autumn

Why? Feeding off of my last favorite thing, I hate the heat.  I would be perfectly happy with the weather being a steady 65 degrees year round.  Unfortunately I live in a state with four seasons, so I only get that temperature for half the year.  Most people up here love summer because of the brutally cold winter months we undergo, but I embrace the cold.  If I had it my way, it would be autumn always.  I love the chill in the air, the reds and yellows in the trees, the crunch of leaves underneath your feet.  I love that winter is just around the corner, which means cozying up under blankets and frolicking in the snow.  Alright, this is starting to sound cliche.  Mostly, I love autumn, and I can’t wait for summer to be over.

 

5. Summerfest

Yes, it really is that crowded.

Why? I’m assuming a lot of you don’t know what Summerfest is, and you are missing out.  Summerfest is the world’s largest music festival, taking place in Milwaukee every year.  Basically, for eleven days, everyone gets drunk and parties and listens to music all day long.  It’s seriously the best place to be, and I’m going tonight to see Brantley Gilbert.  There’s over a million people that show up every single year, with over 700 bands playing each year.  If you love music, you need to put this glorious festival on your bucket list.

 

6. Sister Wives

Why? This show has become my guilty pleasure.  Everyone loves watching things that are unfamiliar to us; it’s human nature to be curious, after all.  So when I first heard about this show, I knew I had to check it out.  Basically, the Browns are a polygamous family, made up with four wives (hence, Sister Wives), and one husband.  I love watching them interact and learning their story and how they live.  They receive so much criticism for their lifestyle, but they’re just trying to live a normal life like the rest of us.  I really recommend that everyone watches this show at least once, because it is such an eye-opening experience.

Hope you all had a great weekend!

Holly, not Hollie

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Happy Father’s Day, Dad

There is something to be said about a relationship between a father and a daughter.  I am not a “Daddy’s girl” by any means, but my experiences with my father have made me into the person I am today, perhaps moreso than my experiences with my mom.

My dad taught me how to be strong.  My parents divorced with I was five years old due to my father’s adultery and alcoholism.  I learned of this as a fact only recently, but there were many instances where I knew things were not right.  I remember standing on the side of the freeway with my brother, waiting for my mom to come pick us up because my dad had gotten pulled over and was being arrested for his third DUI.  While my dad was in handcuffs and being carted off, I was calming my brother and telling him that everything would be okay.  By the time I was twelve, I had learned the signs of drunkenness vs. sobriety, and I knew when to call my mom to pick us up instead of risking mine and my brother’s life by getting in the car with my father.

My dad taught me how to drive.  He fell asleep behind the wheel once when I was ten, and I had to steer us over to the side of the road whilst frantically trying to wake him up.  To this day, he refuses to believe this really happened.

My dad taught me independence.  As I aged, I realized that I didn’t have to see him every Tuesday, Thursday, and every other weekend like the courts had agreed upon so many years ago.  I learned that I had a say in my visits with him, and I chose to take a hiatus from his presence for a few years.

My dad taught me how to stand up for myself.  I learned that sometimes, it’s okay to say no.  It’s okay to go against the advice of an elder, especially if you don’t think they know what’s best for you.  And mostly, it’s okay to talk back and stand your ground if you don’t believe in what they are preaching.

My dad taught me forgiveness.  Despite his shortcomings, he is my father.  There is nothing I can do to change his actions of the past, but I can do anything I want about the future.  I learned how to forgive nights spent entertaining myself while he was passed out on the couch.  I learned to forgive the fact that he slept with my babysitter while my brother and I were waiting for him to take us home.  I learned to forgive his faults, his past actions, all the things he has said and done.  But I will not forget.

Happy Father’s Day, Dad.  Despite everything, I still love you.

Holly, not Hollie

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Take My Credit Card, Please.

I’m sure you all will be just shocked to hear that I went shopping today.  Coffee with a friend turned into a shopping spree, and nearly $200 later, I’m left feeling that my day of retail therapy was a success.

Here are my purchases for the day.

H&M

 

 

 

Aerie

Target

Payless

Tiger Lily 

Yeah. Someone needs to take my credit card away from me.  But I am in love with that blue dress and the wedges from Tiger Lily.  Honestly, I would have been happy with just buying those two pieces, but of course once I start, I don’t know how to stop.

Happy Wednesday!

Holly, not Hollie

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Car Doors and Chivalry

Last night, I went out for dinner and drinks with my ex-boyfriend.  Not the old ex, but the most recent one, in case you’ve been following my dating woes as of late.  We talked and had a nice time over a couple of beers, and, when we got to the car, he opened the door for me.  I was absolutely floored.

“What a gentleman!”

I know this may seem like such a small, meaningless gesture, but I have grown up in an age where chivalry is essentially nonexistent.  How often do you see a twenty-one year old male opening car doors for women?  Certainly not around where I live.  I feel that, in an age where women are all gung-ho about their femininity and being powerful, men have taken a woman’s strength as an excuse to back off on common courtesies, such as opening doors.  I hate this.  Just because a woman is an empowered being doesn’t mean that she doesn’t enjoy being taken care of every once in awhile.

Of course, I have had doors held open for me.  My other ex did it all the time, and still does to this day without even thinking about it.  But for me, opening a car door is on a whole other level.  If a man holds open a door for a woman, it’s nice.  But when a man goes out of his way to open a car door, it means something.  It means that he is putting her before himself, not just trying to get a glimpse of her ass as she walks through a doorway (not saying that all men do this, but I have received my fair share of ass-glimpsing disguised by gentlemanly door-holding behavior).

Last night was the first time I had ever had a car door opened for me in my twenty-one years, and I certainly hope it is not the last time.  Yes, I am strong-willed and blunt.  Yes, I enjoy speaking my mind.  Yes, I can open doors myself, thank you very much.  But yes, I do enjoy these small chivalrous gestures every once in awhile.  Men, don’t think your women won’t appreciate it.

What are your thoughts on chivalry?

Holly, not Hollie

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Six Things I Love Monday: June 4th

I have had no motivation lately.  No motivation to eat, no motivation to exercise, and certainly no motivation to blog.  But, seeing as today is Monday, it’s the start of a new week and a better me.  I need to get my shit together and start living life with a purpose.  So, clearly I need to start by posting my six things I love for last week!

 

1. Bloody Marys

Yum yum!

Why? This last week, I have drank more than I care to admit, and I have been consistently waking up with excrutiating hangovers.  Luckily for me (not so much for my liver), I love tomato juice and I have taken it upon myself to learn how to make a bomb-ass Bloody Mary.  So delicious, and my throbbing head always thanks me afterward. (P.s. Don’t judge me.  You were all young once.)

 

2. Balconies

Now, if only I lived on a beach…

Why? Okay, I know this seems like a weird one.  Like, what’s so special about a balcony?  Let me tell you.  I used to live in an apartment without one, and I’m a smoker.  Also, did I mention I lived on the fifth floor?  Although my legs were super toned by the end of the year, I hated walking down and up all those stairs just to have a cigarette.  I know a lot of you are thinking, “What a good reason to quit!”  Trust me, I tried.  Cigarette-less Holly is someone no one wants to be around.  Anywho, I’ve been hanging out with a friend who has a balcony at his apartment, and I have come to realize that it’s pretty much a necessity for me the next time I move.  The convenience is amazing, and sometimes you would just rather sit outside, cigarette in hand or not.

 

3. Marshall’s

Why? I just went there today, and I am in love with how cheap it is!  My closest store is about 30 minutes from my house, but it is completely worth the drive to get such good deals.  I bought the cutest white lace dress from there today for $29.99, originally $65!  So amazing.

 

4. Maxi Dresses

Ugh. I need that middle one.

Why? In the spirit of summer, I have taken it upon myself to collect these wardrobe staples.  Solid, patterned, neon…you name it, I probably have it.  While I do love to show off my legs, sometimes you just need a good maxi dress to switch things up.

 

5. Color Club’s Age of Aquarius Polish

Why? This is easily one of my favorite summer polishes.  So bright and so fun.  I have a lot of white and black summer clothes for some reason, so it’s always nice to have that little pop of color on my nails so my overall appearance isn’t too drab.

 

6. Frame Park

Why? This is easily one of my top five favorite places in the world, which is saying something because I’ve actually been out of the country.  It’s about fifteen minutes from my house, and there’s a huge path that stretches around the entire park. I love spending an afternoon walking by the river, visiting the little shoppes down the road, and enjoying the sunshine and good company.  So peaceful and beautiful.

Holly, not Hollie

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Tough

Tough is the only way to describe this past week.  I have had so many thoughts running through my head at any given moment, to the point where I honestly believe my brain will just shut down to give me a break.  Of course, that hasn’t happened yet.

Things haven’t been the same with my boyfriend and mine’s relationship in awhile.  We have become so comfortable and so stuck in routine that I now consider him more of a friend than my boyfriend.  So on Sunday, I suggested that he move back to his house for awhile, just so we could kind of gather our thoughts and take a step back.  My first night sleeping alone without him next to me was, as terrible as it makes me feel, a relief.  I was shocked to learn that I simply did not miss him.  Amongst this feeling of relief was also a stronger, more troubling thought.  How can I not miss someone that I have been with for two years?  We have been attached at the hip for so long, and now that he’s gone, how terrible of a person must I be to not even miss him?

That thought stuck with me since Sunday, so on Tuesday, I broke it off.  I told him that we needed our own identities and we need to be able to find happiness outside of each other, which is completely true.  After two years of being together day in and day out, we have lost ourselves to each other, and not in a good way.  I couldn’t go out with friends without worrying if he’d be mad when I got home because I was an hour late.  I had to stay home while he was at work because I didn’t want to make him feel bad that I was having fun without him.  It was messed up.  I know he wasn’t blatantly attempting to control me, but I began to feel as if dealing with the repercussions of, say, staying out until bar close with my friends wasn’t worth the fun I might have.  I changed to accommodate his feelings, but I lost myself in the process.

As if this wasn’t complicated enough, all of these things have been accompanied by the return of my ex.  We hung out recently with a bunch of our friends, and by the end of the night he was begging me to come back to him.  Normally I would brush this off and blame it on the alcohol that was involved, but he has been talking to me every day since.  Since I’m already rambling I will spare you the details, but I know he’s sincere when he says he wants to be with me again.

I haven’t eaten or slept in four days.  I am just beside myself, unable to handle all of these emotions.  I feel so terribly for my boyfriend, or ex I guess, because he is just so upset with what has happened.  I feel like a horrible person for dropping so much on him, and now I’ve kind of backed myself into a corner by saying that this isn’t permanent and it’s necessary for us to take a step back, just to spare his feelings.  I hate seeing him so upset, but the reality is that I don’t think I want to be with him anymore.  Also, I have had such a great time with the old ex, and it has been years since we dated so I know things could be different this time.  It is just so refreshing to have someone tell you how great you are after being stuck in such a difficult relationship for so long.

But I don’t know what to do.

And I’m tired of making myself sick over it.

And I’m just going to shut up now.

If you somehow made it to the end of this post, I commend you.  I don’t think I’ll even be able to read this through, so my apologies for completely wasting your time with this one.  I promise my next post will not be so…ridiculous.

Holly, not Hollie 

 

EDIT: I just saw my horoscope for today after writing this post.  Just thought I should share the irony with you guys.

You are feeling at peace and very good about yourself now. Others express appreciation for the help and support you have given them, which makes you feel that your efforts have been worthwhile. Your daily life and activities run smoothly and everything is in good working order. You are particularly well-organized now and your domestic life is harmonious.
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Aw, You Shouldn’t Have!

The past couple of days have been kind of rough for me (hence my lack of posting), so I was so pleased to log onto WordPress today and see that Tomarto Soup had nominated me for the One Lovely Blog Award!

Nominated by Tomarto Soup

This is my first award, so I’m very excited.  I would really like to thank Tomarto Soup for nominating me.  It’s nice to know that the things I post on here are actually read (and enjoyed!) by someone.

That said, apparently it is required to share a few little facts about myself, so here goes.

Reveal seven unknown facts about yourself

  1. My middle name is Kathleen.  I was named after my great-grandma who has since passed away, and my parents were debating between her first name, Ruth, or middle name, Kathleen.  I thank my lucky stars every day that they chose the latter.
  2. I am obsessed with HGTV (although I’m sure some of you have figured this out by now).  I will drop everything to watch House Hunters, Property Brothers, or Love It or List It.  It’s kind of sad, actually.
  3. I have clubbed thumbs (also known as toe thumbs), which are the same kind of thumbs that Megan Fox has.  Yes, they look weird, but I can still do the same things as anyone with normal thumbs.  Although texting sometimes gets difficult.
  4. I tore my ACL and broke my hand from playing rugby in high school.
  5. I am 5’8 (1.72 m) and my boyfriend is 5’10.  This has become somewhat of a problem since summer began, because I can’t wear wedges without him feeling emasculated.  This is also a problem because I am a shopping addict, and can’t help but buy new wedges every chance I get.
  6. I have my ears and my belly button pierced.  It literally took years to convince my mom about the navel piercing, only to have her tell me how cute it looked after I finally did it.
  7. I taught myself how to knit, and I’m hoping to teach myself how to sew and crochet by the end of the summer.

I am also supposed to nominate seven other blogs for this award.  So, in no particular order…

  1. George. Jessie. Love.  I am in love with this woman’s story.  Her blog details her daughter’s transition from male to female at the young age of ten years old.  It is truly inspiring and intriguing to read about this firsthand experience with a transgendered child, and I wish her all the best.
  2. weekendknitterblog  It’s no secret that I love everything knitting, so when I saw this blog on Freshly Pressed, I was ecstatic.  I’m nowhere near as creative as she is, but her blog always gives me ideas and definitely makes me want to start spinning my own wool!
  3. Self Professed Product Obsessed In addition to knitting, I love makeup.  Therefore, I love this blog.  Malia is always giving reviews and posting her thoughts about different hair, face, nail, you-name-it products.  She has become my go-to blog for everything beauty related.
  4. Jody Blonde  Caution: this girl is funny!  I am always laughing when I read her blog and I love how down-to-earth she seems.  She writes about anything and everything, and I always look forward to her blog posts.
  5. Blogging Runner  I am always so impressed with this girl’s motivation.  Once known as The Weight Run Down, Blogging Runner is always listing her accomplishments regarding working out, eating, and overall obstacles she encounters in her daily life.  Since the beginning of her blogging journey, she has lost a lot of weight, and reading her blog always makes me feel like if she can do it, I can do it too.
  6. kaftan to bikini This girl is always posting inspirational quotes and pictures to aid her on her weight loss journey.  What she might not know, though, is that those quotes are helping people like me too.  I think it’s super important to have access to these little bits of motivation, especially when you’re not feeling all that great about working out or eating healthy.  Her blog is really great for people who need that little extra pick-me-up to get moving.
  7. Hummusbird  I love this blog.  Brigette is always posting such pretty things, whether it be pictures she took while walking around town or crafty, neat ideas to spice up a room.  This is the ultimate inspiration blog, in my opinion, and I always love everything she posts.

Once again, I really appreciate this nomination and I am so glad to be able to share these other blogs that I love with you guys!

Hope you’re all having a great Memorial Day!

Holly, not Hollie

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Windy Days and Afghans

Today is a beautiful day in Wisconsin.  84 degrees and not a cloud in the sky.  The only thing that has put a damper on my day is the fact that it is windier outside than a Category 4 hurricane.  Okay, maybe not a Category 4, but at least a Category 2.  I have been picking up umbrellas, cushions, lawn furniture, you name it.  It seems like every time I go outside, there is another pillow or umbrella I have to chase across the lawn before it gets out into the road.  Thank god it’s not garbage day.

So, since it’s so windy out and I’m sick of bugs hitting me in the face, I have decided to hole up in my room for a bit until the tornado outside dies down.  I decided to start a new afghan for my dad’s birthday/Father’s Day.  His birthday is four days after Father’s Day, so I’m not sure yet for which occasion he’ll get it.

I decided to go with a mixture between brown and red because when I went to Michael’s to get more of the brick color, they were all out!  Then, I went to Joann Fabrics, and they didn’t have it either!  What kind of crafting store doesn’t have my color of yarn, especially because that’s where I got the color from in the first place?  So basically, I had to choose another color to continue the afghan, because I have no idea when they will get it in stock again.  Oh well.  Hopefully it doesn’t end up looking too weird.

My camera skills suck.

I hope you’re all having a great Thursday!

Holly, not Hollie

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Six Things I Love Sunday: May 20

1. Anthropologie

Why? This is one thing I really shouldn’t be loving.  It makes me sick thinking that I willingly spent $78 on a lacy tank top.  NO ONE needs to be spending that kind of money on something so simple.  But with housewares, trinkets, and clothing so cute, how do you possibly resist?  I know I can’t.

 

2. A Stolen Life by Jaycee Dugard

Why? I had heard of Jaycee’s story before I knew she had a book.  Abducted in 1991 at the age of eleven, Jaycee spent eighteen years living with her captors before she was finally rescued.  This book is written autobiographically and the majority of it is about her time spent living in the backyard of Phillip and Nancy Gariddo, her kidnappers.  Dugard is not a writer by any means, but if you can look past her simplistic writing style, her story is truly amazing.

 

3. Rainy days

Why? To me, there is nothing more calming than laying in bed, reading a book, and hearing the rain pour onto the roof.  I’m not a huge fan of thunderstorms, but rain itself is one of the most exquisite things, in my book.  I especially welcome the rain in the summer.  It gives me a nice break from the heat, since my house is rarely air conditioned.

 

4. Organization/Order

What I wouldn’t give.

Why? Living with my boyfriend, it is often difficult for me to put things in their places and keep them there.  Nearly everyday, I find myself cleaning my room, putting controllers, colognes, books, what have you back in their proper place, only to realize that everything is in complete disarray by bedtime.  I have tried countless times to force my boyfriend to clean up after himself, and he typically obliges for a day or two and then it all goes to hell again.  So, for those rare few days where everything is in its place, I find myself really savoring the organization.  It also doesn’t help that I have way too many things for way too little of a space, so my room tends to look cluttered very quickly.  I suppose I could always get rid of some stuff, but I don’t think I could truly embrace the minimalist lifestyle.

 

5. Survivor

Why? When it comes to TV, there are two categories that trump all others for me: reality and game shows.  Needless to say, this is why I love all things Survivor, Amazing Race, Big Brother, etc.  The most recent season of Survivor just ended on Wednesday, and I’m a little bit heartbroken.  I love nothing more than watching people compete in challenges and the like, so I’m kind of wondering what to do with myself TV-wise until another season comes along.

 

6. Payless

Just bought these a few days ago. Too cute.

Why? Call me cheap, but I love a good deal.  That’s why I love Payless.  I’m really not a shoe person, but Payless gets me every time.  I always find something cute there, and I never pay more than I think something’s worth.  Plus, I think I can afford to be a little frugal at times, especially when I’m buying $80 tanks.

What are you guys loving right now?

Holly, not Hollie

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I Can’t Write.

Tomorrow, I have a meeting with a man who wants me to ghost write a book for him.  He has the outline complete, and he has chosen me, out of everyone, to write this book.  I am thoroughly honored, seeing as I am still a college student and he is a successful businessman with innumerable resources at his fingertips.  Plus, this is exactly the type of experience I have been looking for.  I have wanted to write a book for so long, but I can never bring my ideas to fruition.  I think part of me is scared that once I start writing, I will realize that I’m not cut out to be a creative writer, and my entire life’s goal will go out the window.  So clearly it makes sense to just not even try and save myself the disappointment, right?

I realize that I write all the time for this blog, but it’s really not the same.  I’m not creating characters and story lines and dialogue here.  I’m just writing about my life.  I don’t worry about it sounding perfect or making sense, because I don’t feel like writing on this blog is something I should stress about.  This is an escape for me, and this is where I can talk about whatever I want. And if that means I don’t have thousands of followers and three hundred views a day, so be it.  But the last thing I want is to begin writing this book, only to realize that I’m not as good of a writer as I thought.  I have paid thousands of dollars to become a writer one day (thanks to college) without ever having the chance to actually test out the waters in the writing field.  What if it turns out that I’m the shittiest writer who has ever set a pen to paper, and everyone was just humoring me this whole time?  What do I do with an English degree then, save for saying screw it and becoming a manager at McDonalds?  Not that there’s anything wrong with McDonalds, but I didn’t go to college for three years to to end up flipping burgers for the rest of my life.  Okay, sorry, I’m rambling.

I guess I’ll have to see how it goes.  I have faith in myself that I can write a good novel.  Maybe not a best seller, but an entertaining read at the very least.  I don’t even know the outline or genre of the book yet, so I have no idea why I’m stressing so much.  Chances are, I will be able to dedicate this summer to completing a well-written piece of work that I can be proud of.  It’s just the what if that’s nerve-wracking.

How do you feel about starting a new project or something you’ve never done before?

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