This week flew by. Thank you baby Jesus.

By the time I finished writing about our weekend shenanigans (from last weekend), I realized Friday is in 1.5 hours.  Oops.  I am not very good at time management, apparently.

This week seemed to fly by.  I'm sure it's because it's spring break so I didn't have the pressure of any assignments due this week.  Then it hit me.  I have a big paper due this Sunday and I haven't even started.  Seriously, what kind of professor schedules a paper due on Easter?  I hope the Easter bunny gives him an empty basket.  Kind of like his heart.  Bastardo.

Anyways, my main goal this week was to find an Easter dress.  First world problems, I tell ya.  I found a super adorable chevron dress that I thought would make a great Easter dress.  Bought it, showed the boyfriend and he thought it was just ok.  I don't know about ya'll, but I never want to look just ok to my man.  I showed it to a few friends and they said no go.  They liked it, just not for Easter.  Finally, the beau says "you look like a big ole' easter egg."  Gee thanks dear, I love you too.  I could've done without the "big ole" observation, but nevertheless, he was kind of right.  I did look like an Easter egg, lol.  Oh well, win some, lose some.  I'm still keeping the damn dress.

I proceeded to try on what felt like 100 other dresses, from 100 other stores and found nada.  Zip.  Zilch.  Nothing.  Finally, a girlfriend recommended Cato.  The last time I was in there, the clothes sucked and well, the clothes sucked.  I gave it another try & found some good ones.  I ended up buying the long blue one (not the hideous high-low garbage.)  Very spring-ish but also pretty casual.  Dress it up, or dress it down.  Need to get some kind of girdle for that pooch though, woof.  Lay off the reese eggs, ha!

Tonight we had taco Thursday.  We always have tacos on Thursday because it helps the LO keep some type of routine.  He always comes to Dad & miss Cole's on Thursday, he always gets tacos.  He enjoys it, and so do we.

After tacos we decided to decorate some Easter eggs.  I didn't know the beau was such a little artist.  He made an "angry bird" egg - per the LO's request, a bunny egg, and a cross egg.  Zach made some scribbles & stripes, and a "'Merica" egg with red and blue gosh he's so cute I just wanna eat him up and I made some random ones.  It was fun.  The LO also asked Daddy to make a portrait egg.  It was too cute.  Random note - don't get brown eggs like I did.  I acted like it was the first time I've ever bought eggs for decorating...seriously Nicole, get it together.  The colors would've come out better had I bought the right eggs.  Still a fun family bonding time though.

Hope you all have a fab Friday and happy Easter!  TGIF (almost - see, there is an upside to being a late bitch.)

“Do you ever feel like you might fail at something before you even attempt it?”

Question asked by yours truly today via text to the beau. 

I have another exam for business class on Thursday and this study guide is eating my lunch.  I feel so brain dead with a certain chapter.  I read the question, and read the question, and then read it again because it’s just not registering.  Does this happen to anyone else?  And then it seems like a trick question.  So I throw a big ? next to the question and move on.  Only to encounter the same thing with the next question.  GAH!  I finally had to email the professor and tell him I was having issues & asked him if what my answers were right.  The majority were of my answers were right, btw.  So maybe I’m not doing as bad as I think?  I have always had to try super hard to be good at school so I’m not sure why I thought it’d be so much easier now that I’m older.  It’s not.  Oh well, just need a little vent session.

Let’s talk about something fun.  Like this weekend.  It definitely was fun.  I got our bathroom painted in record time (15 hours – hold your laughter.)  Everyone I’ve talked to thinks I was grandma mosey painting, and while that might be the case, I’m sure it had nothing to do with the beers and singing I was engaged in while painting.

I finished the bathroom just in time to get out of the house Saturday night (no pics, they're too crazy and we wouldn't want my image tarnished on the interwebz.)  Two of my friends stopped by the house to pick me up, then we headed over to my cousin & her husbands house.  Fun times were had by all.  A little too fun.  I was feeling the effects on Sunday morning…headache central. 

The beau got home Sunday morning.  He loved the bathroom, then promptly took a 4 hour nap.  Once he got up, we managed to get dress & head to Duffy’s for a green beer.  He had corned beef & cabbage.  I don’t know how people eat that.  It smells like total b-hole.  I just had a salad.  We are so boring.

Ignore his eyes. & my face.

I've been cooking up a storm.  

The Skinnytaste Jalapeno Stuffed Chicken was to.die.for (and I normally hate jalapenos.)  Also, the egg muffins take a few minutes to prepare & are a lifesaver on week day mornings so you can snooze for another 20 minutes.

Since spring break starts for me on Friday, I took the day off.  We are planning to the take the LO fishing.  Should be a fun day. 

The weekend I made hot mess look hot...

This weekend is special.  Any idea what it is?  No?  I'll tell you.  It's Sebring race weekend!  This means that the beau & his college buddies all go to Sebring, pitch set up tents, drink beer, and watch cars go round..and round...and round.  Or something like that.

What does that mean for me?  It means I have the weekend to me, myself, and I.  I know all of you SAHM's are jealous as eff of me right now.  

I'm trying to plan out what I want to do.  Do I want to go out to the local sports bar with some girlfriends and have a wild and crazy time?  Or do I want to sit on the couch in my undies, drinking copious amounts of wine, eating enough cheese to constipate me for a week?  Or do I act like the productive young lady I am and paint the bathroom, workout, study, and organize the spare room? 

Guess you'll have to tune in Monday to find out.  :)

Sometimes I'm late to the party...

...but I get to the party nonetheless.  I have been super calafragilisticexpealidocous into bubble and statement necklaces lately.  I know I'm totally late to the party on this one, but I just couldn't  bring myself to spend $150 on a necklace.  Let's face it, I'll probably be "over" bubble necklaces in about 6 months, so no reason to spend lots of dollas.  Holla all you bargainistas cheapskates like me!  

So there is this fabulous store in Columbia, SC called Revente's Last Call.  Their proceeds benefit a women's shelter up in SC.  I am in FL, but friends with them on facebook.  They posted a picture today of some of their merchandise and my heart skipped a beat because they featured a green bubble necklace.  I just knew that I had to have it.  After a few comments the owner said she'd ship it to me, all I had to do was call the store with my cc.  Duh, done.  

Here's my outfit of the day for the BBQ fest & homework time.  

I'm obsessed with these shoes.  Walmart $15!  Yessss!

Fast forward to a little later in the day and I find myself at a BBQ fest.  Yeah, I know.  Sounds like a redneck rodeo type of place.  Totally wasn't, but it was fun.  The beef brisket was delicious.  We ate, and started browsing the vendors set up.  I walk into a jewelry tent and almost piss my pants because a guy is selling bubble necklaces.  Ahh, I have a total girl moment and have to have one or 2 or 3. So I bought a black one.

Just my luck that my cross body bag ripped one of the floating bubbles off...so I took some needle nose pliers and pulled the other one off.  Just call me McGiver.

The fabulous seller of these products tells me everything is 50% off.  SHIT.  He caught me at my weakness.  I can't pass up a good sale.  Plus I am stimulating the economy, right?  No brainer.  I pick up 4 more pieces.  Gosh, I'm such a sucker.  The beau thinks most of it is old ladyish, but what the hell does he know about fashion?  He asks my advice every.damn.day, so I can't be that bad.  ;)

Here are the other pieces I picked up:

Since my cousin, Jen is always having BBQ's, and watching the cat for us...I got her this little gem that she was lusting after as a "thank you":

Well, I guess that's my update for the day.  The beau and I tried to watch "The Rum Diaries" and it was horrible.  Here's proof:

Why I suck at blogging

The reasons I suck at blogging:

I can't seem to stick with it.  I've missed a few Monday posts, 30by30 posts, fashion Fridays.  Too many to count, really.

I like to creep.  I constantly creep read my favorite blogs every day, yet I can't seem to sit down long enough to write my own.

I miss every possible link up there is.

Eh, I guess that's all.

I've been doing a lowerish carb lifestyle lately, and I must admit that it's makingmefrickingtiredashell.  I am not a she-devil or anything, but if I could just get some energy from somewhere, I'd feel a hell of a lot better.  

What else...

Went to class tonight.  That went well, as usual.  Got my paper 2 grade back and received a 98.5%.  Yeah, I pretty much rock at these business classes.  

Well, it's all coming to me now.  I don't stick with blogging because I'm boring as eff.  I'm so boring that I bore myself into boredom.  Or something.  I promise to be funny/fabulous/witty/gorgeous tomorrow.  Like, pinky swear promise.  Bitches!

The day I was Summonsed...

It finally happened.  A time I have not been looking forward to since I could vote.  But then it was changed to the day you got your license.  Ya know, to make it fair to all to the non-voters.  I received my first jury duty summons about 2 weeks ago.  I was not sure how the process went, but after hearing from a lot of people that it would be hell, and I'd hear white noise, and I should lie as much as I could to get out of being picked, I put on my big girl panties and went to the court house.

It wasn't that bad.  It was pretty interesting.  I was honestly thisclose to being picked.  I did the opposite of what people said, and I told the truth.  It wasn't all that bad.  The funniest part was the judge falling asleep.  Yeah, it was nail-biting-on-the-edge-of-your-seat-type-of-stuff.  The most annoying part was all of the breaks we took.  It seemed like every hour we were in listening to the lawyers, we got a 20 minute break.  Just get the show on the road, people.  

Anyways, I did not get picked, so woohoo!  I guess.  Until next time.