Friends Know

I am the queen of doing this.

I had a friend of mine point out to me this week that I worry way too much about what people think.  He also said that not everybody in the world can like you; there is someone out there who hates you, and there is nothing you can do about it. 

And he's right.  I let far too many people dictate how I feel in my life.  And the more I hear people tell me that, the more I know I need to do it.

So, this weekend, we'll be celebrating B's birthday in Gulf Shores, and I am going to let all these worries go by the wayside.

Have a good weekend y'all!

Other Austin Awesomeness

Last night I was feeling particularly excited about our move to Austin.  So I went on Pinterest and went nuts.  Even bought a few things to proclaim my new loyalty to Austin and everything Texas (except the Cowboys.  never).  I can't wait to get them framed and hang them around the house!

Here's a few randoms from Austin that don't really fit into a post of their own...

Necessities before a flight.

The chairs at the Dallas airport bar.

Landmark RoundRock Donuts.  If you watch Man vs. Food, this is where he holds the huge doughnut up to his head.

I had a chocolate eclair.  BJ had a glazed doughnut and said it was amazing..

Casino el Camino....inside.  A Diners, Drive-ins and Dives locale.

Voted best burgers in Austin.

Unfortunately, we had gorged ourselves on too many food trucks, and found ourselves with their french fries; green chile sauce smothered in cheese.  Could.  not.  put.  it. down.  We at the whole thing.

Outside.  Love the view of Sixth Street in the background.

Lone Star beer...beer of Texas!

Hanging on the wall next to our table at Lala's.

The whole plays stays decorated for Christmas all the time.

Some more of the inside.

Hakeem destroyed our picture.

Katrina and I.  We just had to take a pic in front of the Christmas tree!

The boys played foosball while Katrina and I rocked the jukebox.  All full of old music, nothing new.  It was awesome.

The mirrored wall.  I love this with the lights reflecting.

Katrina and Hakeem's fur baby, Chaz.

Saw this on the wall next to our breakfast spot.

Migas at Cisco's for breakfast.  I wish I would have taken more pictures of this place.  This was the most amazing, hangover curing breakfast ever.

Amphitheater for Randy Rogers Band!  I'm going to need a pair of cowboy boots to find in around here.

Sweet shot before the show.

Awesome pork taco...in the airport!!

Can't remember what BJ had, but it was just as good!

Stella after picking her up from the kennel.  She was so excited.  I've never seen her almost jump over the door, but she really almost did.  she was happy to have us back!!

I don't know why it is that I'm so excited to leave a place that has brought me so many new and happy things . A marriage, a house, my Stell hell, employment, new friends...  But I guess that I am looking forward to a fresh start.  Not everything has been peachy 100% of the time, but I guess that's life.  I am grateful that I have a sister who is hilarious; and that my mother and father are still alive.  I'm just ready for a new adventure, and Austin is calling my name....

Wrong Turns

I'm going to get a little serious on this blog post. I really wanted to sit and write about Memphis and the Southern Ballroom Invitational, but I have a monster thing that has been going on in my head, and I just need to get it out!!

When I went to Auburn, I started out as a journalism major. I loved to write. I loved to listen to people. I wanted so badly to work at a newspaper, with people running everywhere, women with pencils stuck behind their ears and holding up their messy buns, and bosses screaming, "We have to meet dead-line...where is that story?!" Sadly, for me, I never realized that dream.

I had a terrible teacher that taught one of my first journalism classes. He told me that I would never make it as a journalist, and that I wasn't ruthless enough to cut it. Now I know that it would be incredibly hard for me to interview a family who had just lost their mother, or to cover a story like the Alabama tornadoes, but in now way did I ever think that I would be a terrible journalist.

In my naive college mind, I believed him. I changed my major from journalism to marketing and never looked back. I never really regretted it again until recently.

I guess with the job changes, and me not really being able to figure out what I actually want to do with my life, I've been able to revert back to the dream that I once had for myself; the one actual goal that I ever really set for myself; to work for The New York Times. I know this dream is pretty much out of reach for me now. I have no journalism experience, and all I know about is trucks and transportation, but they have magazines and papers for those too, right?

I've set another goal for myself; to get published in some way shape or form before I die. Good goal, no? I will do it.

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