Quotes from Momma

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Don’t let this quote fool you, my mom is self-made and has her own business but she sure is funny! Love her!

 

 

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Does Not Travel Well With Others

Hey Ya’ll! I have been traveling a little bit, mainly down south. I am now home and super exhausted!

I normally travel alone because I like to do things on my own schedule. Drive where I want and eat where I want. I don’t like to feel obligated to do anything, especially when I travel. This specific getaway, one of my really good friends went with me…this is also the same friend that I traveled to Hawaii with. You can take a look at my older Hawaii post here. This particular friend is my travel buddy for long trips and it works out very well.

Our trip started off good but I’m the type that likes to move in an airport.  I like to get where I am going and fast. She on the other hand likes to stop and buy things and talk to people.  She strolls slowly through the airport, like we are driving down a scenic countryside. BLAH!  I said nothing and let it slide. (Side note: I think Chicago has changed this about me….when in Chicago, keep your head down and walk fast). Carry on.

When we landed in North Carolina and got our rental car, she decides that she needs to drive.  Sure…she then decides to take the scenic route…okay.  Somehow we end up eating at this hole in the wall, in a town outside of Raleigh. Everything was great until the first batch of food poison hits like a wave. LOL! Its comical now but then, I was hurting and extremely livid. This is why I like to have control…. She may have poisoned me. I’m don’t have full evidence but I’m still developing some theories. After about 6 hours of being sick, I felt okay enough to get in the car, armed with ginger ale, saltines, and a very stern look.

The rest of the trip, I am very suspicious of anything and everything we did. Although, I was very alert, I still received; a sprained ankle, jellyfish sting on my leg, and brief loss of vision (due to losing my contact lenses).

I could literally write a novel about this trip…and I just might. I’m not sure if it’s me getting older and I need to have absolute control or I’m just lame.  Either way, I do not travel well with others.

 

My Epiphany

My coworker brought her 2 year old to work yesterday.  While coloring with her, I asked if she would like a piece of candy.  Knowing I had some in my purse, I started my search.

I dig around for a bit and pull out a Werther’s Original and hand the candy to her. She stares at it then sets it on the table.

And then it hit me, I use to have the same disgust on my face when older people would hand me the same candy.  And then another thought hit me…I am my Grandmother.

I literally carry werther’s originals and tissues in my purse. LOL. Oh joy…

My Experience at a Photo Shoot

Friday, I had an incredible opportunity to pose for a photo shoot with Adidas Volleyball.  It was quit an experience and definitely one I will never forget!

I have a history with volleyball and that’s a part of the reason that I was asked to pose for the shoot.  I was practicing my poses beforehand but was not prepared for what actually happened!

All of the girls were asked to play games and act out scenarios for pictures.  I haven’t really played in about 5 years so I was very nervous. We had to continuously repeat hits, sets, and spikes, over and over again until the photographer got the perfect angle. And we ended up playing for 4 hours.

The day still wasn’t over at that point, we had a little break then we went back to playing volleyball. After lunch, we had to take studio pictures. So each model had to pose in different outfits.  This wasn’t bad but it’s extremely hard to act ‘natural’ when someone is screaming act natural while taking 100 different pictures.  Not only was I photographed in volleyball gear but also workout clothes. The day totaled 11 hours.


It was such a cool experience but super exhausting! If anyone says models have easy job has never experienced it behind the scenes! I received very sore muscles, bruises in odd places, as well as some cool swag! What an experience!

I’m obsessed…

UPDATED: 10/15/2016

So this is my weekly thrift find!


White House Black Market hunter green suede heels, new! I’m in love! 😍 And the best part, they were $3.99! My head is spinning right now!

Seriously, if you guys need help with your thrifting, I am more than happy to share my favorite stores and other secrets to finding great deals! Just message me!

So I’ve gotten a lot of messages/compliments about these shoes and I did some research for you guys! Although this was an awesome thrift find, I found some very similar shoes to look at!

These are a black suede lace up pump and you can find them here. They are inexpensive and also available in tan.

These don’t lace up like the others but they do have the beautiful suede crossed straps! I just bought these and am super excited! Click here to check them out!

Breakfast of Champions 

 

(This is her attempt at a selfie. Drunk.)

 

I’m at my grandparent’s house this weekend and my conversation this morning went a little like this…

Grandma: “I think I’m gonna make myself a drink.” *pulls out a bottle of vodka

Me: “Granny, it’s 9am…”

Grandma: *shrugs her shoulders “I’ll put it in a coffee cup then.”

 

 

Dealing with Loss- A Somber Post

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How do you deal with loss of a parent? Not death but more in terms of losing a relationship that you have known your whole life…

I have a few friends that this has happened to, they have lost a relationship with their parent(s) due to someone not agreeing with their sexuality or just not fitting in with the family. Well my loss was due to alcohol. I grew up with an alcoholic mother and have recently cut her out of my life.

Why, you might ask? Because it was for my own sanity and health. Was it right? I don’t know. I am struggling greatly with this decision.

Is she okay? Has she crashed her car while drinking and driving? Has she lost consciousness once again?  These are the questions I ask myself everyday.


My brother has called me selfish and a terrible daughter but he wasn’t there at 12 years old helping her off the floor and giving her bath with her vomit stained clothes still on. He wasn’t there when my father was working out of state and my mother was in a drunken stupor bringing another man in our home.  He didn’t see the sacrifices I made as a child to parent my mother. After all this time, I think I have every right to be selfish.

I really don’t want to use this blog post as a platform to bash my mother. I want to use it as a means of bringing people together who have dealt with this type of loss. I want to be able to share, as well find peace within each other and our actions. I’m not asking for sympathy. I just need people to help the healing process and I’m hoping this will turn into something incredible for myself and others who’ve dealt with similar situations.

But I would like to continue to write about this time in my life…it seems to be helping just writing about it and sharing…. I’ll write more soon.

Thanks,

Taylor