Friday, January 30, 2015

Friday's Letters....Anniversaries, Ashley and Starbucks Lovers


Dear January....Bye Felicia! I have to admit that this January has been pretty nice, I just have an irrational dislike of this month. Christmas trees and lights come down, sales disappear, everyone's too poor to hang out and it's typically the coldest month of the year. I can't hate on this January too much but I'm never sad to see February come! 




Dear Ash....Happy happy birthday!! Love your sweet and spunky spirit and the fact that this blog world made you one of my sweetest friends! So thankful for you and our friendship! Have the happiest day.  


Dear Atlanta....It was this week last year that this happened. Snowpocalypse!!!  I am 10,000 shades of grateful that this year, you sent all the snow to Boston. Juuust kidding Boston people.....kinda. But I mean, you do have snow plows and salt and snow gear. Us Atlanta peeps were out in the streets donating our cans of Mortons to the Department of Transportation. 

Dear Taylor Swift...This week I realized the line in the song is actually, I've got a long list of ex lovers." Amazing....Admit it, you thought she said Starbucks lovers too!


Happy Friday Friends! What are you doing this weekend?! 

XO, A


Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Glory Days

I have to say I've been struggling with my blog lately. Mostly because time to devote to it is skimpy and usually falls around the hours of 3am. I've had a special project lately that has left me working harder than Miss American on pageant day.

Other times I wonder if Instagram is the new blog? It seems some of my favorite blogs have dropped off the blog-o-sphere but are killing it on IG. Which obviously means I  need to hire someone to come take pictures of me in my gym clothes while I drink my latte with heart-shaped milk and plate of macaroons while I magically never gain a pound. Selfies are not my strong suite. 

Kidding this was actually taken before the era of reverse cameras...the horror. 


To add to it, I've been struggling with content. This past year has been one of the hardest for me personally and when I sit down to write it's about as non-interesting as reading about someone scooping cat litter. This past weekend I took a stroll back through Run With Me's glory days archives and sat there cheesing at pictures and laughing at my own jokes. I thought today I'd share some of my favorite memories.  

Celebrating Whitney's Birthday with some of my favorite people...less than a year living in Atlanta. Whatever happened to that bra I have no idea but after seeing this picture, I am now mourning it's death. 



Me and  my girl, Tara at a USC football game, just a year or two out of college (also known as....still trying to live like we're in college). I had probably just finished dominating a round of beer pong...or as I liked to call it Gatorade-Pong.   


Out in Charleston with Kristin. This girl will always be one of my closest friends. She was a godsend and one of the most genuine souls I know. Also can we take a moment to appreciate the youthful glow of our skin - thank God we have filters now to give us that same "natural" effect.


Me and Shannon on our way to see Jessica Simpson. Or more accurately...me on my way to see Jessica Simpson and Shannon being a good sister and coming along!

Shannon and I just pondering life on Cinco de Mayo. I have no idea whey I'm wearing a sweat band above my elbow. I also want to know what Shannon's thinking about!

Me and Kayla at a football game sophomore year. This was our first foray into wearing our formal wear to football games like all good southerners. 

Sometimes I look at these girls in college now and I think "Wow, you look like 23!" This....ladies (and gents)...is what true college looks like. Sure we couldn't afford extensions, lash tinting or sororities but we had free t-shirts from the student center and a pretty sweet DVD collection. And we may not have spent birthdays popping bottles at a swanky club but I'm a firm believer that the pajama party never goes out of style. 


My crew. Man I miss these days! This was Halloween a couple years back. And now here we are three engagements, two weddings, one baby later...and I got a cat. Just kidding, I hate cats.

Dominating Halloween Costume-ness 


Back when Whitney and I used to do Thursday night runs every month. I know I totally dissed on girls at the gym with their hair down in my last post. Running in full makeup however is totally ok ;) 


Rina and I a year after college. I clearly remember this night because I was making eyes at a cute boy (making eyes can be read staring at him until he looked and then looking away...gosh I have mad game). About two minutes after this picture was taken, my heel got caught in the chair rail and I plummeted face first onto the bar floor. And THAT ladies, is how you hook them. Just kidding, I believe he actually laughed and we left the bar immediately.

What's one of your favorite memories?! 

Here's hoping today's day turn into glory days of their own!

XO, A

Friday, January 23, 2015

Friday's Letters...The one with the gym hair, the chicken and the irrelevant pics

Hilarious 

  Dear Burger King....I had you last weekend on our drive home. You were the first fast food I've had in like six months and....I don't care what they say, your completely processed chicken that's probably not even chicken was delicious. I regret nothing. Dear Saturday...You are the first Saturday in over three months that I get to sleep in on. Naturally I will be awakened by my inner alarm clock which goes off at 5am or other basic needs like potty breaks and hunger (I am 89 years old) but I'm super excited about the option of not having to get up. Dear Girls at the Gym Who wear their hair down...I say this in love but, you look like a douchebag. Fasten that shiz in a pony. Dear Chrissley Knows Best....You might be my favorite thing of all time. You make me laugh out loud every episode. If you haven't watched, you need to.  


Happy Friday! What is one thing you're looking forward to this weekend?! 

XO, A

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

I Confess.....The one with the pickles, the dress and the guilty pleasure

....I told you they'd be back ;)

Live with no regrets.

I Confess...I don't like cats....but I really like funny cat pictures

I Confess....We stayed at a really nice hotel this past weekend and I felt all fancy. That is until I found myself standing in 5 inches of water in the shower. If there's anything filthier than your own shower being clogged, it's a hotel shower being clogged and wondering what's lurking just below the surface of the drain. Vomit.

I Confess....I literally have milk, three cans of tuna, pickles and two tubs of frosting in my fridge right now. To some this may seem sparse. To me, these are the essentials. I mean perspective is everything. Can I get an Amen.

I  Confess.....I wrote this post two days ago so...two cans of tuna and one and a half tubs of frosting.

I Confess...I am going to a black tie wedding coming up and, since I never went to a prom or formal, dress shopping has literally consumed my life. I mean long, short? Sequins, glitter? Lace, leather? Print, solid? The decisions are endless. This is monumental. 

....and just because
Spelling is hard.

spelling is hard! 

What do you confess?!
XO, A 






Monday, January 19, 2015

Why I Don't Celebrate


Have you ever seen How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days? Remember how Andi wrote fun little gossipy articles....but then one day she decided she wanted to write about serious stuff? Well I guess I'm having an Andi Anderson moment today so, bear with me. Confession sessions, trash TV chat and other important conversations will resume later this week. 
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As much as I would love to be at home marking things off my checklist today or lounging around the house, I actually don't mind being at work today. Because I don't think today or Martin Luther King Jr. is anything to be celebrated. 

I have to admit that as I scrolled through my Instagram feed, I thought many of the quotes with the hashtag #MLKDay next to them were indeed lovely. But they also made me somewhat sad. 

I'm not a fan of history. I think the majority of it is a snoozefest. I'm much more a science person. BUT, I understand why it's essential to know. I think so many times we become bandwagoners. And I'm just as guilty as the next. But sometimes I think we get so caught up in doing what is popular and latching on to something - like a remarkable quote - and we fail to investigate for ourselves what we're supporting. 

So, not to be vague, the following is why I don't celebrate MLK Day. 

-The large majority of MLK's work is plagiarized. A committee of researchers at Boston University agreed that there was no question much of King's dissertations were intellectually pirated works. Even his famous "I have a Dream Speech" is thought to have been inspired by Prathia Hall who was a great civil rights advocate and whose signature phrase was....I Have a Dream
Prathia Hall


-MLK was heavily involved in communist activities and a self-proclaimed Marxist. His close affiliates including his Advisor, Program Director  and the Vice-President of his Southern Christian Leadership Conference (SCLC,) were all open communists and members of Communist organizations. King's first march in 1958 was openly declared to be a communist project. 


-Stanley Levison was King's mentor, edited his books, wrote many of his speeches, controlled the fund-raising for the SCLC and, coincidentally for many years was in charge of secretly funneling Soviet funds to the Communist Party USA.

- MLK wrote the forward to a book written by Robert Williams who promoted King's movements. At the same time, Williams also made regular broadcasts in Havana Cuba in which he urged violent attacks by blacks against white Americans. 

-An FBI investigation of MLK found that he often used money contributed to the civil rights movement for alcohol and numerous prostitutes - often brought to his hotels two at a time. MLK often had drunken sex parties which lasted for days while on his speaking tours. For an unknown reason, the judge has sealed the FBI files on King until 2027. Let's also not forget MLK was married. 

-A Museum in Tennessee created a display of the two bedrooms in the Lorraine Motel where MLK was the night before he was shot. However, the museum has declined to depict the occupants of the rooms.The reason why? The night before he was shot, MLK spent it having sex with two women and physically beating and abusing a third. 

These are some of the reasons I shudder when I hear someone say what a great man Martin Luther King Jr. is. Especially when there are so many others who are far more deserving to be honored for civil rights work. Of course no one is perfect, but I cannot support or celebrate a man who abused women and was part of a crippling  socioeconomic political theory, no matter how many lovely speeches he gave. The character of a man defines who he really is.  

I don't know why I felt so bold to post this today.It's never my intent to offend or upset my blog readers. And I know that politics is right next to religion on the list of "things not to blog about....if you want to be successful." I suppose I just want us as a generation to be wise about the things we support. 

And lately I've been in somewhat of a "throw caution to the wind" mood so I just said screw it and hit publish! 

That being said, I love hearing what my readers think.

XO, A

Friday, January 16, 2015

Friday's Letters....Sunless, Defiled Brownies and Bosom Greetings

too puny
You know you laughed

Dear Atlanta...You conscious-uncoupled with the sun gwyneth-paltrow-style. I'm going to need you to make up. I can only handle so much drizzle. We're all turning into Eeyore's down here! Dear Kids Cuisine...I thought they no longer made you however I spotted you in the store the other day. You were the best, except for how the corn would always pop out of it's container and defile your brownie. Dear Girl at the gym with the giant knockers...While I truly can appreciate a big perky set, I would really appreciate it if you would not de-robe right next to the locker room door. Twice this week I've been startled by your bouncing bosom greeting. Dear Maroon 5...I don't know where I've been all these years but I'm recently loving all your songs. Loving can be interpreted as listening to the same song over and over again until I suddenly hate it. Dear My Blonde Hair...You are the devil. While you were fun, you totally destroyed my hair. It won't stop breaking and I swear if one more person asks me if I cut my hair I'm going to have a big sloppy emotional meltdown right then and there. #firstworldproblems Anyone have some amazing anti-breakage products or tips?



I am headed out of town for a special reason which I can't wait to share more about. 

What are you up to this weekend?! 

XO, A



Tuesday, January 13, 2015

A little bit

A little bit of funny, a little bit o' love, a little bit of cute. Some days just call for inspiration and pretty things. 


How to Chic: 12 NEW HAIRSTYLES TO TRY NOW

This collaboration with Maroon 5 and Gwen Stefani. On constant repeat these last few days. 


Kevin Hart @Naomi Francois Francois Francois Francois Senior

#summer :)

"I miss you" in french.


{for real}



What inspires you?!
XO, A
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