Friday, August 1, 2014

It's Hot in Here

This is a Sponsored post written by me on behalf of STOLI® Vodka for SocialSpark. All opinions are 100% mine.

Guys, it's hot in herrr. And I don't here mean in my office, I mean here in Florida... it's hot. The type of hot where you step outside and you're instantly covered in sweat, begging for someone to hand you a cold beverage immediately before you shrivel up and start to resemble Spongebob when he goes in Sandy's house.

What Spongebob probably needed, but that rude squirrel Sandy never provided, was a delicious frozen beverage to refresh him and cool him off. Or at least that's what I almost instantly think about when I walk outside during these hot summer days.

Now is kind of, sort of, where I blow your mind. Or at least my mind was blown when I found out that Stoli has brilliantly been touring the country in their Stoli Limo-nade truck, serving up refeshing cocktails to those in need of a delicious beverage.
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This is like everything I've ever dreamed about in my adult life because not only is it a bar on wheels, they hand out prizes, free samples, and lemonade popsicles while they promote their "100 Days to Squeeze" campaign. photo 4374de73-2438-4679-ac73-a808a38461d3_zps84a17572.jpg

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Basically, if you happen to see a big truck with lemons on it, sprint after it because it's probably the Stoli Limo-nade truck coming to give you all sorts of fun treats and happiness! And if you're lucky enough to spot this heaven on wheels, you've got to try the Hero cocktail:

Here's what's in it!
2 parts Stolichnaya Vodka
4 parts Lemonade Build in a mason jar or highball glass and stir.
Garnish with two lemon wheels.
Stoli just has that perfectly smooth grain taste that pairs wonderfully with a tart cold lemonade on a hot summer evening! See more Stoli recipes and ideas on Instagram and Follow Stoli on Twitter for the latest #StoliLemonade updates!

And for even more information on Stoli's "100 Days to Squeeze" check out this video. Try not to get too thirsty!

visit the Stoli Facebook page for updates about where you might be able to catch the Stoli Limo-nade truck!  

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Thursday, July 31, 2014

Goodbye To Another Year

Well friends, it's official like a referee's whistle, today is my last day of being 26 years young and I think I've finally come to terms with it. I mean, that girl up there is freshly 26 and she's pretty damn similar to the girl about to turn 27 sitting at this computer right now.

A few notable similarities between that girl and this girl, aside from that they're actually the same person (confused yet?):
- Still enjoys Fireball. And the color pink.
- Still crazy about a guy we call Bear.
- Still at the same job. (boo)
- Still loves a tray of Bagel Bites cooked to the perfect golden brown color.
- Still so lucky to have some of the greatest friends and supporters.
- Still reaching for the stars.
- Still thinks a regular bottle of wine is never enough.

But there's also a lot that has changed about that girl up there:
- She took her love of the color pink to the next level and turned her hair pink.
- She got her heart broken and put back together by that guy she's crazy about. And learned forgiveness in the process.
- She got the crazy idea to start her own t-shirt line... and then she did.
- She found her way around a kitchen and thoroughly enjoys being a faux chef.
- She finally learned that a handful of genuine people is far more important than a room full of fair-weather friends.
- She knows what she wants in life and is finally prepared to take the risks to get there.
- She figured out that just one additional glass after that bottle is the limit. Anymore and we're flirting with next-day death.

It's been a great year and I can say 26 was one of my best yet because I feel like I grew a lot, fortunately it wasn't horizontally. I've learned that forgiveness is important and sometimes you have to get hurt to realize there are things about you that you need to fix. Holding onto grudges and hate only causes me to exert negative energy and never ends in anything productive or positive. Compassion and support of others is so, so important and lifting up others will never bring me down. I've realized that not everyone will understand my choices and that's ok because at the end of the day I'm the only one who gets to live this life of mine. I've come to terms with who I am, understanding that my way isn't always the right way (shocking, I know), and have truly grown to love this skin I wear every day.

Most of all, I'm finally comfortable with the person I've become today. Through all of my flaws and quirks, my fails and my accomplishments, through my battles with severe anxiety, through understanding that my actions most certainly have consequences and my words can hurt others, through the lulls and dark days, through the leaps and chances taken; I am proud to be me. Even if speaking the number "27" still makes me cringe a little.

Thank you to everyone who stuck around with me through year 26, I can't wait for you to see what 27 brings.

Bring it on 27! CHEERS!

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Tuesday, July 29, 2014

What's On Your Mind?

I've been incredibly low on post topics this week and it's only Tuesday so that means I've got nothing aside from the obligatory weekend post, which I've already used this week. Not to mention Erin gets here tomorrow night, we've been slower than a turtle walking through peanut butter here at work, and I can't even think about anything other than birthday shenanigans. Let me tell you about the struggle because this, this my friends, is most definitely the struggle.

I went on Facebook while I was avoiding getting on here and writing words in this blank box and Facebook asked me a question that ended up giving me at least something to write about today. So, Facebook (and you reading this right meow), here's what's on my mind at the moment:

I could spend hours Googling images of "animal photobombs". They never get old. Ever. Don't try to tell me differently.

The fact that I have to pay rent on my birthday is stupid and I don't feel the balloon the front office leaves on my door handle makes up for it. Ass hats.

My lunch today was so delicious and healthy, except for I ate it all before my usual 11:30 lunch time and now it's not even 2:30 and I'm already starving.

Speaking of my lunch, I bought these really terrible whole grain sandwich thins from the grocery store because they were on BOGO and they taste like cardboard. It took me almost the entire pound of turkey I bought with them to come up with a fool proof way to eat these cardboard circles. Hummus and turkey. Healthy Chez Whit approved.

This Michael Kors watch is everything. It's everything I should never want, it's everything I should never wear, it's everything my bank account fears, but dammit if I don't have the compulsive urge to get my hands on it. I feel like Beyonce probably has one just like it. Only it's like real diamonds and gold and stuff that rich people can afford without blinking.

August is going to be the world's busiest month for me and that makes me pretty happy because once my birthday passes I only want one thing... holiday time. Not the actual spending time with family part, just the part where everything feels all warm and cozy, like a towel fresh out of the dryer.

That reminds me, I need to do a load of towels when I get home so Erin has something to dry off with. Dammit.

My beloved matte RayBan Wayfarers have gone missing and I'm starting to think I'll never see them again. Which breaks my heart into a million and five tiny pieces because I really loved those stupid sunglasses. And I know I'm trying to be a grown up and save my pennies but now I kind of want to go try on that pair up there... I mean, it can't hurt to try, right?

Don't answer that question if you disagree.

I started bingeing on That 70's Show via Netflix over the weekend and last night I was continuing said binge. I have two emotions towards Netflix right now and I think, somehow, they both have to do with how lazy I am...

One: I'm passionately in love with the "play next" feature they finally made available on Apple TV. I don't have to move and a new episode conveniently starts after the previous ends. That, my friends, is why I love living in the 21st century.

Two: It's awfully rude of Netflix to continue asking me if I'm still watching. Where's the "mind your own damn business" button? Because that's what I'd like to tell Netflix every time it judges me like that.

I've been strangely addicted to researching Roald Dahl lately. He was always the one author I would read without hassle when I was younger and his stories still stick with me to this day. That Roald, he was one cool dude. I feel like he just gets me.

Which is probably confirmation that I'm still very much a small child in a big kid's body, but if you can't appreciate books like Matilda, The BFG, The Witches, or Charlie in the Chocolate factory, well, I'm just not sure we would get along too well.

I should probably mention that I've been on a Pinterest quote binge lately. So, my apologies to those who follow me on the Pinterest machine and don't care for quotes. This long distance, it's a killer.

Speaking of long distance. Hi, 15 and a half days. Eff yes.

With that I think I'm just going to go ahead and get on out of here. I really want this bra off of my body and I need to get to the grocery store and buy them out of BBQ Pringles, Peach Rings, and Miller Lite, in preparation for Erin's arrival tomorrow evening. Not that I'm excited or anything.

See you tomorrow.
Go have a taco or something else that starts with a "t", because Tuesday.

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Monday, July 28, 2014

You Gotta Let Me Fly

I feel like if there was an accurate depiction of me showing up to this blog today it would be similar to in Sex and the City, when Carrie is running late and has to catch a cab on a busy morning, as she races around her apartment and shoves her shoes on while she's sprinting down the stairs. That's me right now. Only I'm not nearly as graceful, or fashionable, so just imagine me dropping everything, tripping, and taking a tumble down said stairs. That's where I'm at right now.

And I'm pretty sure this picture is to blame for my frazzled Monday self...


As it turns out, if this peacock doesn't fly on Friday or Saturday night, she will sure as hell find a way to spread her wings and fly on Sunday. All day. And then you get a very jolly Whitney, sashaying around her apartment complex with a unicorn backpack, an American Flag tumbler full of mimosa, and a big pink bun on the top of her head. Year 27 thought it had won when it saw me laying low over the weekend and then, BOOM, years 19-26 came prancing from the shadows and ready to have a good time on Sunday.

You see, yesterday started all calm and collected. I woke up way earlier than I ever like to wake up when I don't have an alarm set and I headed to the grocery store because I was out of anything to mix my Apple Cider Vinegar with, and we've already established that diluting it with water is simply not an option for this girl. While in Publix I conveniently got a notification that Starbucks wanted to buy me a birthday drink and, uh hi, I'm never one to turn down a free drink. Even if it doesn't have alcohol in it. So I got my free green tea and it made me way happier than a free $3 beverage ever should. Also the chicken wing you see next to my armpit up there did not come with the green tea, it came with years of bad food, beverage, and moral choices.

When I got home I knew I needed to really get to work and start cleaning the danger zone I call my apartment so that when Erin arrives in a few days (!!!!) she won't get really scared and leave before we get to eat mass amounts of hibachi and drink all of the Miller Lite in Orlando. You see, my living room has pretty much become a small shipping facility since the launch of IWYP. I don't hate it at all but it tends to be a chaotic eyesore for people who aren't used to it. Plus, the small postage scale sitting on my ottoman has been known to suggest I've taken up other hobbies. I vacuumed my area rug six (S-I-X) times over and still the guts from Sir's boyfriend's murder scene refused to vacate the premises, thus causing me to go mental and finish out the remainder of my Sunday day drinking.

Lucky for me, I have great friends who are always up for the challenge of day drinking.

When the sun retired we made our way indoors to nom all of the pizza and watch some gently used DVDs I ordered when I was drunk a few months ago. Sir and I called it a night soon after and I'm pretty sure we were asleep by 10pm, which made waking up this morning as pleasant as waking up on a Monday morning could possibly be. But how damn cute is she when she's all snuggled up like a little baby? Answer: The cutest thing I've ever seen in my life.

And with that I'll leave you with a picture of my (yes, again) latest attempt at pink hair. Only this time I think it's going to stick around because I did some shady, behind the scenes, business and managed to get myself a membership card to a local beauty supply store for professionals only. I picked up everything from the color to a mixing bowl to a giant paint brush thing to foils and I did my own damn pink high and low lights. I may have yanked my shoulder out of place a few times but dammit if I'm not impressed with myself. 

I used Pravana Pink mixed with a small dash of Pravana Magenta. Foiled in sections and left to process for about 30 minutes. Rinsed with cold water and then washed with Pravana's color protecting shampoo and conditioner, then sprayed with their color protecting spray. This isn't an advertisement or a sponsor plug, I've had a few people ask me what I did this time around so I'm sharing my smartz. I shall now take a bow and head on out for the day. Because the fact that I didn't manage to royally screw up my head is worth celebrating. 

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