Thursday, July 24, 2014

The Other Girl's Best Friend

*This is a sponsored post brought to you by BeachMint*
Today we're going to talk about shoes because, aside from a dog, shoes are a girl's best friend. Well, they are as far as I'm concerned and we can all blame my mother for said shoe friendship because she taught me at a very young age that you can never have too many shoes. While the closet in my small one bedroom apartment slightly, though respectfully, disagrees with my mom on that rule, I have a hard time resisting the temptation to add new shoes to my ever growing collection. I mean, isn't that what those tubs that fit under your bed and those drawers in the entertainment center are for?

In addition to my adoration of shoes, we have my addiction adoration of online shopping and man is it a strong love. If you've never sat on your sofa, glass of wine in hand, online shopping until you can no longer keep your eyes open, then you really don't understand the pure joy of online shopping (bonus points for adding The Hills reruns to the mix). So, what do you get when you combine these two things I'm so affectionate about? You get ShoeMint, which has basically set the bar for online shoe shopping to the next level.

WhitNotes (see what I did there?) on what you need to know about ShoeMint:
ShoeMint is a free, members-only, online shoe store for awesome and trendy (ha. haha.) people such as myself.
- They're known for their stylish, high quality shoes, which are exclusive to ShoeMint only and rage from about $70-$150; depending on the style you're shopping for.
- Every month new styles are added based on the newest trends to put on your feet.
- And for the grand finale: always free shipping and free returns. That right there is how you reel me in and make me a customer.

And for you dedicated unicorns, who made it through the black and white details, you not only have the chance to win a free pair of shoes from ShoeMint today - you also get $40 off your first pair by shopping through this link right here. This one. No, this one. Just kidding, they all work. This one will too. The room is spinning. From all of the amazing shoes.

Giveaway is open to anyone in US and Canada. All you have to do is sign up for ShoeMint (you don't have to buy anything and signing up is my second favorite "F" word, FREE) and comment here telling me what pair of shoes you want, so that I can put a shiny gold star on your chart and put you in the running to get the best gift outside of a unicorn handing you a glass of wine; SHOES. Good luck and happy shopping!

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Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Thoughts Of A Blogger During Summer

Blogging about blogging is one of those faux pas type things but sometimes you just have to wear white after Labor Day and sometimes you just have to blog about blogging. For those who don't blog, summer is a relaxing time full of fruity cocktails and sporadic romances. For those of us over here in Bloglandia, summer is when we're sitting in a deserted town, surrounded by empty boxes of wine, dusty chevron curtains, and watching tumble weeds float by. Or at least that's what I feel like I'm doing over here. Minus the chevron curtains because, let's get real here, I've been in my apartment for nearly two years and haven't even considered purchasing curtains.

This is my third "blogging summer" (that sounds horribly Disney and I apologize) and I've got to say they just don't get any better. Third time is not a charm, my friends. It sure is not. So today I'm just going to share with you some thoughts of a blogger during the summer season. And go...

Today's the day, self. Today you will write a post and the people, the people they will come. 

Was it something I tweeted?

Stop caring. You sound dumb. 

Sure, I guess I'll do this sponsored post... I don't think anyone is even reading. 

Maybe I forgot to hit 'publish'...

Oh, no, ok I got a comment. I guess that means I did publish. 

Was it something I instagrammed?

That was a pretty stupid post, I wouldn't have read/commented either.

But really, why do I suck so bad at this?

Why do I care? Just stop caring, self.

Do I HAVE to post today? I don't even want to post today.

I shouldn't have agreed to that last sponsored post. That's it, I just know it.

Everyone hates me.

You're being dramatic. It's summer. You know summer is like this.

OH, an email. It's totally a comment. Never mind, it's spam. 

Blogging is totally dying.

*Runs to Pinterest - finds inspirational quote* 

So and so got a ton of comments yesterday. She's so much better at this than me. 

How did she even think of something to write? Cobwebs. I'm working with cobwebs.

Remember that Pinterest quote about comparison and thieves of joy and all that stuff? Cut it out. 

It's fine. Everything's going to be fine. You enjoy writing no matter who's reading. (repeat 4 times)

Great. It's because Wikipedia gave me the wrong definition of gnocchi, isn't it? Even my dad called me on that one. 

Oh, game night does sound fun. I'll just skip posting tomorrow... no one will even notice.


I think I just saw a dust bunny sashay across this blank white page.

Damn you summer and your ability to flair up my freakish insecurities. 

But it's just so slow. WHERE IS EVERYONE?

Oh oh, and if anyone actually is still alive and reading - today is the last day to order this month's IWYP shirt!

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Monday, July 21, 2014

Dave Is My Homeboy

Oh hey, I feel like it's been a steamy hot minute since I've been here. Which is probably a little to do with the fact that is has been a few days and also a little because it's summer and blogging during the summer feels a lot like blogging in the middle of the woods with no service.

My pink hair up there was everything I wanted in the world for about 24 hours and then it died a quick, faded death... as per usual. Not even kidding, that picture up there was from Friday morning and by the time I got back to the hotel from Dave night one, it was already faded. So much sadness.

Speaking of Dave; holy shit. It's almost impossible to put into words how incredible this weekend was. Friday, the first night, was amazing. Saturday, though, Saturday was absolutely mind blowing. Out of the 9 times I've seen Dave Matthews Band live, Saturday was by far the best show I've ever witnessed them put on. The energy in the amphitheater was out of this world and exactly why I continue to go see them year after year. If you've never experienced a DMB show live, you are missing out on one of the best concert going experiences you could possibly indulge in.
Shorts: Forever 21 (similar) | Bag: Forever 21 (similar) | Sunglasses: Forever 21 (similar)

We sat in the lawn because we are cheap and also because it's just a really fun place to sit. By the end of the night you almost always end up befriending everyone in the general vicinity and there's also a good chance you've either serenaded someone around you or you've been serenaded. And if you figured out how to sneak liquor in, you'll probably end up doing shots with people you'll probably never see again. Ah, the glory of Dave. It's a beautiful thing.

Watching the sun set while Dave played an acoustic set, surrounded by so many other fans doing the same, might have been an all time high for me as far as concert experiences go. It was just one of those moments when you kind of look around, take everything in, and feel an overwhelming sense of clarity; therapeutic, almost. There's definitely no question as to the appeal of seeing Dave Matthews Band live once you've experienced that picture up there in real life.

A word of advice: If you're sitting in the lawn and it's rained in the last few days, go ahead and grab $7 and head to your nearest Walmart for a tarp. It'll be worth it, trust me. We failed to do this on night one because we were on a really tight time crunch but you better believe we showed up prepared and ready for any, and all, weather conditions.

Also the second day we got the chance to pregame (all day), starting with morning bloody Mary's and ending with shots of Fireball before we walked in the show. I actually didn't really get many pictures on Saturday, mostly because my hands were occupied by delicious cold beverages, but Saturday was by far the best day I've had in a really long time.

Our setlist from night two was unreal. And I don't really know how to elaborate more on it because it left me so speechless.

The fact that they played Everyday gave me so many happies because that's the song that initially made me a fan of them. I think it was in 2004, I went to a family friend's wedding and their favors were custom burned CDs. One of the songs on the CD was Everyday by DMB and it was the only song on the CD I liked. I listened to that one song on repeat for months straight and still to this day I'm not sick of it. So, to hear that song live was just everything.

And then they ended with Grey Street and a wish lantern was released in the sky and I got so many chills and felt all of the feels and it was single handedly one of my most favorite memories ever. Ever. Seriously, if you've never been to a Dave show and you get the opportunity to go to one, DO IT.

For now it's back to real life... and Monday. Here's to another week.

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Thursday, July 17, 2014

These Are My Confessions

I had every intention of giving Sir a bath yesterday and then she cuddled up on my face like this and fell asleep with her little tiny Sir face against mine. Obviously at that point I was putty in her dirty, soggy, grass stained, paws and didn't have the heart to shove her in the bathtub she loathes so much. That dog is way too smart for my own good.

Yesterday I wrote an entire recipe using the ingredient of a Peruvian, romantic couple's dance often performed with a handkerchief. Also known as "marinera". Leave it to autocorrect to not do it's job when I actually needed it to. What the duck?

In 24 hours I'll be on my way to West Palm to go see Dave Matthews Band two nights in a row and it's all I can think about. I may, or may not, have been stalking their set lists for the last month in anticipation. Wait, this is supposed to be a confession. I've definitely been stalking their set lists for the last month and I'm overwhelmed with excitement.

If you're going to be there, just find the girl singing along to every song at the top of her lungs like an idiot. And then bring her a beer because they're like eleventy dollhairs a piece at the Amphitheater. #bonerjam

It's kind of more like 30 hours from now that I'll be on my way but 24 hours sounds better. Also the singing idiot will inevitably be me. Because alcohol.

I'm going pink again tonight. Well, some of the hairs on my head are going pink tonight. And this time I'm going to leave the dye in for a really long time so that maybe it stays longer than 2 washes. Please hair, don't fry off. I just want pink hair, light pink not hot pink, is that so much to ask?

Sam Smith's album, In The Lonely Hour, is fucking incredible. If you haven't heard it yet, please stop reading and start listening. (Except for I've Told You Now. Sorry Sam, that one is stronger than an Ambien.)

I bought a large plastic tub of cheese balls the other day and I was completely serious about the purchase. Then I went home and got really serious about the self shame that comes with purchasing a large tub of cheese balls. If you want to feel as if you belong in the Honey Boo Boo family, just go out and purchase yourself a large tub of cheese balls. That'll do it.

There's no real way of sneaking this one in a post, so I guess I'll just go ahead and get it over with quickly. I started playing Candy Crush about two weeks ago and now I'm hooked. Yeah, and you thought the cheese balls thing was bad...

I finally got a cheeseburger last night. Which I've been dying for, for what feels like forever. Or really just like 2 days. But I finally got one and it was everything I needed. Except now I would like another one. Give a fry... take the whole burger? No, that didn't work, Whitney.

I talk about food a lot.

Meagan from Because of Jackie makes this month's IWYP shirt look damn good and not only is this a plug of shame, this is also me admitting I'm envious of her style. I couldn't pull this look off if you paid me in a lifetime supply of cheese balls and burgers.
You should go order this month's shirt if you haven't already - less than a week to get your order in! Click here, you know you want to.

I spent about an hour last night Googling the "real life Barbie"... or whatever the hell she is... and she freaks me out. Also she wants to live off of air and sun or something? What in the actual fuck. Really though. I think this is one of those times when "to each their own" might not really be fitting. Also food is way too delicious for that life. And wine.

I'm really glad said Googling, mixed with my nightly 5mg dose of Melatonin, didn't result in any Melatonightmares.

Speaking of food, I forgot to eat breakfast this morning and my stomach currently sounds like it's going to attack a small village. Also, by "forgot" I really mean that I was just too lazy to make myself something before work, and I'm trying to save my pennies for the eleventy dollhair beers I'll be drinking tomorrow and Saturday night, so I just didn't eat. And now I'll leave you with a really blurry photo, taken by someone I assume was incredibly sober from the Dave show in West Palm four years ago, with my big ol' pricey beers. I'm pretty sure this is me...

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