Let's Play a Game

That's what I said to Robbie a few nights ago
and like a little kid on Christmas Eve,
his eyes lit up and he got this big, goofy grin on his face.
Until, I followed with not that kind of game, doofus. A blogging game.

Needless to say,
his grin got a little lot smaller
but he reluctantly agreed
and three weeks later,
I present to you:

Facts of M according to R

Robbie's facts about me, completely unedited. Except I did make a few comments like this.

Sidenote: I read about this on Raven's blog a while ago
and thought it sounded fun!
Very rarely do I come up with such a clever idea on my own.

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1.  She thought she was diabetic for a week when she was in high school. I blame google.

2.  She does not like Spaghetti, at all.

3.  Her favorite animal is an Elephant with Zebra stripes.

I didn't know these existed until right now, but yes that is my new favorite animal.

4.  She's not really a morning person or a night owl.  You'll catch her at her best when she is eating.

5.  She has only driven Honda Accords but really wants a 4Runner.

6.  Sometimes she doesn't want kids because she is afraid they won't be as cute as Roxy and Willow.

7.  She claims to be a NC State fan but has only been to 1 game since graduating in 2011.  While she has been to at least 10 ECU games.  Go Pirates! Sorry Carter, this is kind of true. I still claim to be a State fan, but the numbers don't lie. Whoops.

8.  Her favorite part of Target is the dollar section.

9.  She thinks she is eating gluten free but actually eats just as much as I do. *side eye*

10.  She only puts $30 in her car when "filling up."

11.  She thinks she can buy anything that is purple because I like purple. I hate that he's figured out my trick to buying new clothes.

12.  Her favorite color is purple and any type of animal print. My favorite color is not purple. That's just wishful ECU thinking.

13.  She was born on a Monday.

14.  Her family calls her Mare.

15.  I call her M, Mars, or Kim (she is always on her phone or computer like Kim Kardashion).

16.  She really enjoys stalking herself up here as well as Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram. Guilty as charged. P.S. Y'all better be stalking me too bishes. 

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I have to say, I was pretty impressed with how point-on all of these were. 

And most of them are facts I would willingly share with people as well.

Hugs,

Why Are Weekends So Short?

I know, I know. 

It's such a cliche question.

And whoever finds the answer to it 

could become a very rich person.

Better yet, whoever finds a way to solve the problem 

of weekends being too short 

could become a very rich person.

Either way, this weekend was one of the best,

which coincidentally means it was also one that felt the shortest.

I never want the good ones to end. 

Let's recap shall we?

one. apparently at 24, I've decided to have allergies? Either that or it's an eye infection. Either way, it has been no fun.

two. warm weather + birthdays = cookouts. scattered afternoon showers = cookouts + the tailgating tent.

three. my step-dad, David's, ah-mazing cake courtesy of my ah-mazing stepsister. 

four. David aka the Birthday Diva. 

five. hammock, cousin, puppy time on Mother's Day.

six. my puppy mama card from my fur babies (courtesy of my sweet hubs). I'm not a huge Gatsby fan and didn't go see the movie this weekend, but I'm pretty sure that's a good reference. 

seven. me and my boo thing at church on Sunday.

eight. my mother-in-law's Mother's Day gift - homemade pallet sign.

nine. checking out the gerbils with Wee Worm. I'm not sure if she wanted to play with them or eat them, but either way she could have watched them like this for hours. 

And because I just think my mama is the bee's knees,

(and because I know she's reading my blog today).

Mom - thanks for being our number one fan and supporting us in everything we do.

You are an amazingly strong woman and I am immensely thankful for all that you do.

I feel so blessed that God chose you to be my mama - I couldn't have handpicked one better.

One day (in the semi-far future) I hope to be at least half the amazing mom you are. 

xoxoxo

Linking up with Sami.

Hugs,

Adore the Life You Have

I'm not sure if Ashley came up with this on her own

if she found it somewhere else

but either way, it is pure genius. 

Absolutely brilliant.

I found this on her blog a few nights ago

after Robbie and I had completely re-worked our five-year plan

and the line that caught my attention the most was

Build the life you want, but adore the life you have.

And oh em gee. If that does not describe me to a tee, I don't know what does.

Robbie and I have about ten different five-year plans in the works right now.

One of our favorite things to do is map out our future.

We've both been doing it since high school.

We tend to get in the mind set of "what's next..."

And while it's fun thinking about "what's next..."

and imagining all the different things we could do in the next few years,

it's important to not lose sight of "what's right now". 

Robbie and I both are at a point in our lives

(along with probably every other 24 year old)

where we have so many dreams and so many things that we'd love to accomplish.

Each dream is so different and requires taking such a different path

choosing which one to take is tough.

But one thing that is NOT tough,

is realizing how blessed we are to have this life that we're living right now

in this moment. 

As overwhelming as it can be, 

I feel so lucky to be able to dream about the future

and to literally have the world at my fingertips.

I have an amazing family that I know will support me in any choice I make,

a husband who helps foster even my wildest dreams

and will chase them down with me no matter what.

I think adoring the life I have is what makes building the life I want possible.

Hugs,

P.S. I found the cutest doxie blog. Ammo is the coolest, funnest, most adventurest doxie I've ever met. Also known as Willow's future boyfriend. Check him out here.

Things I Learned at a Dance Recital

- Daddy's that tie bows are The. Cutest. Things. Ever.

- Dance recitals are a lot longer than when I took dance.

- Oh, and apparently they tumble now?

- White girls can't dance hip-hop. Unless they're drunk. Ever.

- Always pack a bottle of water - you get thirstay.

- Leotards have shorts now? 

- I bet that cuts down on the wedgies, for sure.

- This one girl has been in like 10 different dances.

- My little girl WILL take dance.

- I am obsessed with glitter and tutus.

- Why did I ever stop dancing?

- Maybe there's an adult class?

- Being a dance teacher would be the funnest job in the world.

- Except, I bet putting on this three hour dance recital was the most stressful thing she's ever done.

- Although picking out the outfits would be so worth it.

Hugs,

Bunco, Horses, and Margaritas! Oh my!

Well hello, there blog world.

Long time no see type.

Last week just got the best of me

and by Thursday I was done.

I know, I know - and this is different from every other week, how?

But I'm back (a day late)

and ready to recap all the exciting adventures I've been up to lately.

And by adventures, I obviously mean mediocre happenings, but hey

it is what it is.

As usual - I kind of sucked big time at documenting above said adventures

but I was able to capture a few things.

one. I had a training on Friday so my weekend kind of sort of started on Thursday with a charity fashion show and quick appearance at mom's substitute Bunco group. Obviously the only thing I deemed worth documenting was the food - those Bunco ladies don't mess around.

two. My honey and I at Delanie's dance recital Friday night.

three and four. Robbie and me with the star of the show.

five. I channeled my inner Pink Lou Lou (with a little help from Pinterest).

six. My step-mom hosted a Derby Party at her house on Saturday - betting, big hats, mint juleps and all.

{Sidenote: I had nooooo idea what a mint julep even was until this party. It has bourbon in it - who knew?!? And while I wasn't a big fan of them, I do tend to enjoy some "gasoline" (bourbon) every once in a while. Southern Belles take shots, right?) 

seven. Bets for Win, Place, and Show. I put all my money on Frac Daddy, because hello, his name was Frac Daddy. Unfortunately, the cool name was all he had going for him. 

seven. The Derby After Party proved to be a fun time for all.

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Sunday was obviously Cinco de Mayo. 

So, naturally, Robbie and I had pizza. 

I don't care what holiday it is, you can never go wrong with a slice of New York-style pizza.

There of course were a few margaritas to go around 

and I also may or may not have single handily finished an entire bag of chips and salsa. 

It was  great weekend for the gluten-free diet, clearly.

And now, here we are. Another week.

But the good thing about recapping your weekend on a Tuesday is

it's already Tuesday. 

Oh and also, I'm getting my haircut this afternoon.

Go ahead and place your bets.

The plan is to go shorter 

but chances are I'll leave looking exactly the same as I did when I got there.

Hair cuts aren't my most favoritest things. 

Hugs,

I hate changes....

I mean sometimes they're pretty fun

and I usually always love them after the fact.

But I'm not a big fan of the whole build up.

Especially when that change means me learning something new.

(Shhhh don't tell any of my college professors or other teaching colleagues cause technically, as an educator, we should all support lifelong learning, but eh? not my favorite thing.)

Anywho...this whole Google Reader thing (whatever the heck that is) 

is apparently disappearing and everyone is switching over to Bloglovin.

Honestly, it all seems like a bunch of jibberish to me

as I can't really tell the difference between it all.

But, Delightfully Dunn is now up and running on Bloglovin

so follow along bitches!
I'm thinking you click that lovely little link below

Follow my blog with Bloglovin

and bada-boom bada-bing we should be good to go.


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Moving on...


One change I don't actually hate though is the change in months.

I'm not even 100% sure what May Day is exactly,

except that I think these are beautiful...

source

and these look delicious....

source

and I just love the start of a new month! 

Happy May y'all!

Hugs,

Out of Body Expereinces

Do you ever have moments

where you think back at something you've done and think

"Who the hell was I?"

And no, I don't mean the regretful drunken college decisions you may or may not have made.
But those things that aren't "typical" you.
Those things that make you smile on the inside and think,
yep, I did that.



Getting my belly button pierced was one of these moments.
Although, looking back that is kind of typical.
It was my 18th birthday and I had been talking about it forever.
No one thought I actually would.
I was kind of a wuss.
But I did and I took it like a champ.
(The big, tatted up man who did it might have a different story but don't believe a word he says.)



Or when my best friend and I picked up and drove to Virginia our senior year
to visit her kind-of, sort-of college boyfriend
and his roommates who we had never even met.
This is shocking for several reasons.
One. I have zero sense of direction. Nada.
And the fact that this was pre-GPS days makes the fact that we arrived in one piece pretty darn impressive.
Two. I'm funny about staying overnight at new places.
I am not a "sleep where you fall down" kind of girl.
In college I spent just as much time figuring out how I was going to get home from a party
back to my own comfy bed
as I did on what I was going to wear.
Three. These guys were hipsters before hipsters were even really a thing.
My friend and I...were no where close.



I was also a stage hand one time...kind of.
Somehow, in high school, I ended up in charge of the lighting
for the Civic Theater's production of Peter Pan.
That's right, those big spotlights that follow the actors around,
I was in charge of that.
It was pretty cool.
And surprisingly pretty easy.
And again, something I would never be pegged to do.


Granted, none of these things are really that amazing
or even that far-fetched.
But they are reallyyyyy out of character for me
and always kind of surprise me when I think back on them.

What have you done that shocks and awes even you?

Hugs,