Life is weird; this is a fact that we are all familiar with. And the first half of 2017 has definitely been interesting from my new job as a resume writer to my break up with Brent barely a month later to adopting a dog about a month after that; there was a point when I thought the dust would never settle. But, the nice thing about life, that we should all be grateful for is that it does go on and things do get better, no matter how much it may feel like it never will.
Since my break up, I did a lot of things; cried, found solace in a wine bottle, watched TV until I passed out, cried on my friends’ couches, joined a new gym, worked on getting my six-pack back (that’s still in progress but it is coming back!) and started dating again. You’re always going to miss your first love, but I’ve finally decided that I’m not going to stop living my life or doing what I love because of it. My happiness is my own, it’s found within me and no matter what happens, no one and nothing can or should take that away from me; and that goes for everyone. And besides, it is summer, no one should be inside moping when almost every day is sunny and sweaty and in honor of reclaiming my happiness (and summer), I’ve decided to do something that has been on my radar for a while: The Passport Program. Continue reading
We all have to go through this phase of the relationship right? Meeting the parents? While I wish I could say I’ve done this plenty of times—I haven’t. We could also probably draw a few conclusions about what this does or doesn’t say about me but the truth is I’ve only recently felt serious enough about someone to want to meet his parents, and last Saturday, I was beyond anxious leading up to meeting Brent’s parents.
I had previously settled on one outfit, but due to the rainy weather we had been having and the fact that my sister said it was too short, I decided to wear longer ensemble. As I began doing my makeup, I kept wondering what Brent’s parents were like and whether or not they would like me. Brent kept telling me there was nothing to worry about but I was still anxious; not only was I about to meet his parents, I was meeting them at The Jacobson, a local restaurant in the crossroads where the most expensive thing on the menu was about as much as it takes for me to fill my little Ford Focus. While this may not seem expensive to some, to a girl who’s only making about 30k a year, I’d never dream of eating there myself. Not only that, the pressure to impress them was higher as they picked such a nice place to take me. Continue reading
An ex once recommended we check out Snow and Co. before we broke up. When the relationship fizzled out, and was admittedly rebound dating, I mentioned Snow and Co. The date itself was horrible and in my gut I should’ve ended the date when he constantly reminded me that California, where he’d just moved from, was way better than Kansas City as if it were some sort of knee jerk response to everything I said. Well if it’s so much better, why don’t you just get back in your Mercedes and go back? The only good thing I got out of that date was a free pair of Ray-Bans he decided to give me and some damn good drinks from Snow and Co. that helped make that date much easier.
If the name isn’t enough of an indication, Snow and Co., located in the Crossroads district of KC, specializes in making snow cones…with alcohol. Continue reading