Pre Date Jitters

As I'm sitting in my vintage 1960s yellow La-Z-Boy rocker, dressed and ready for a night out with a boy, a very cute boy at that, I'm trying not to vomit. My nails have a fresh paint of "Let's Playa" by Sinful Colors, I've drowned my body in my favorite Tory Burch perfume, and brushed my teeth nearly 12 times since noon. I realized it's  been almost a year since I've been on a real date. Honestly, I'm not sure if I've really been on a "real date" ever.

I figured the best way for to calm my nerves was to blog, or apply more foundation, but I'm already looking a little orange so I better stop now. I'm pretty lost for words right now other than I'm just ready to get there and hug this boy! Let's be honest I'm too awkward to just walk up and hug a person. I instead sit in my car debating weather if I should say hi or heyyyy, but we all know my lips will start moving and nothing will come out and I'll look like an idiot no matter how hard I try. Wow that was lengthy sentence about literally nothing.

I guess the moral of this blog about nothing is that I'm nervous about literally nothing! It will be great, I can already tell as long as I don't do something stupid; but that's pretty inevitable being the clutz that I truly am. And yes, I know that my date for the evening will probably read this and find it completely hilarious or very truthful when this is posted. Hope you guys are having a good weekend!

-Stephanie

The Big Debate

As I sit here painting my nails by the fireplace, that I have actually no clue how to work, with a cup of coffee I should be choosing the next chapter of my life, but obviously I'm not. If I didn't text you in sheer panic and confusion yesterday you probably have no clue what I am talking about. What I'm referring to is college. As I said in the past I have 2 Associate degrees, but me being the overachiever that I am I want my bachelor's!

Achieving the next step in my education isn't the hard part; choosing between two schools is the issue! The University of Arkansas Little Rock sent me first acceptance letter yesterday morning and I made the mistake telling everyone that I was going to be a Trojan. Well to throw a wrench in it the University of Central Arkansas sent out their persuasive acceptance letter also; so does this make me a Bear? People ask where does my heart want; UCA, but my gut says UALR.   

UALR is the convenient and more accessible school. It's close to work, but I like the program at UCA better. I think I may be bias to UCA too. With multiple friends and family bearing the title of alumni I kind of want that too. UCA has been a dream school for quite a while. The only way I know how to make that decision is with prayer and a whole lot of pros and cons list, and maybe cake. Cake might help. I guess we will all have to wait and see where the next chapter takes me.

- Stephanie

Important PSA

I sit here with the heaviest of hearts and a lot of regret to tell you that "T blogs" are officially over. I know that I will be in no position to share this blog with you all for a little while, or until the dust settles. I know so many of you look forward to hearing the story of T, or Tyler, and myself and I feel terrible for leading you all on to believe that my relationship was in a good place when it hasn't been for quite sometime.

I knew putting our relationship out in the world could come with some consequences. I am in no way asking for your sympathy, I just wanted to inform you all of why the "T blogs" just disappeared. I will continue to blog regularly. Just because I'm single doesn't mean I can't share fun adventures to share with ya'll! Thank you all for your continual support!

-Stephanie  

Meredith Blogs: Week at Grandma's

"Sweet mother of catnip I'm at it again!"

Human. No. That's not funny or "cute" it's horrible, never say it again or I'm taking over this blank white page forever. I'm sure it would benefit you if I did anyways. You literally mopped around the house for a week after my last post; we obviously know who is the better mammal. If you honestly haven't figured it out it's Meredith the most fantastical, furry, black unicorn like cat in the universe!

Dang, the human rubbed off...

Last week my human pawned me off on my "grandparents" or as I like to call them "the humans that are too touchy feel-y." She was apparently tired of me, and I am sure shes trying to prime me for possibly getting a little sibling with shipping me to "grandma's" to play with Zoe. Zoe is a white piece of...

"Meredith Grey! We keep it PG on this blog!"

Well, thanks for ruining what I was going to say. "Grandma" has this oversize rat; no not a hamster like Evie, but this dog thing. He shakes, and wines, and I hate him. They call him Tadpole, I call him Tad-no! Ha I crack myself up! Consider this a scene from "Hansel and Grettle" because there is an old lady who lives in the back of the house. She wants to carry me to my food all the time. I run far, far away because I'm sure she just wants to put me in the oven and make me into a cat shaped meatloaf!

There lives a child and a man child who shows up on the weekend, they call the man child my grandpa. No thanks, we don't get along that well. Just something about his face, or the horse that follows by his side. They call the horse, Piper. Original guys, I'm sure she's named after a television show also. The horse stands in the living room staring at the carpet waiting for the "red dot." Every one knows the red dot is just an illusion of the stupidity. Must be why she drools so much, her brain is melting.

I understand that these people are the human's family and that makes them my relatives also. I do choose to like them some days, mostly when they feed me or belly rubs. Ohhhh belly rubs.... Human? Are you busy? I must be going for my belly rubs and to roll around in the reminisce of a glitter bath bomb in our tub. Until next time, so long!

-Meredith