Until next year St. Patrick.

 This weekend can best be told through photos...



I finished my closet...ta-da!



Finally found a kitchen table!



Did P90X yoga with Jon.



Had dinner with my parents.  My dad prepared amazing ribs.



My closet required a lot more work than I anticipated, so keep in mind if you are wanting to paint an area of your house to not start at 7:00 on a week night with the hopes to have it complete in a couple of hours.  My kitchen table was a surprise purchase..I was actually looking for a sofa, but still no luck.  Which is really disappointing to me because that means I'll have to make more visits to furniture stores where I repeatedly tell the sales person I'm looking for a light cream, oyster color and they continue to show me dark greens.  Get it together people.  I'm really sore today from yoga, which surprised me.  I normally have yawned so much from concentrating on breathing that I mentally check out after 10 minutes.  Jon and I completed about 45 minutes of it so I'll go ahead and pat myself on the back for that one.  Thank God we did yoga because the dinner my dad made that night was to-die-for.  He had marinated the ribs overnight and had them cooking over 4 hours...I can't even describe the party my taste buds had.  Can't leave my mom out, she made a rum cake that made Jon and I feel like we were taking literal shots of rum. Yowza!

It's one of those rainy Mondays where I contemplated being "sick" but came in because I know how the employment god's work and it never fails I'll end up needing that day back at some point.

Jon's on Spring Break and I'm on Spring Work.  It really isn't fair, but neither is having to watch King of the Hill for hours on end.  Just kidding, I love you Jon.

Fakebook.

Between vomming over FDA (Facebook Display of Affection) and my brain running at 100 mph with new ideas I have retreated to a Tuesday blog.

I'm not even going to get into FDA.  It's not worth my time and all it does is make my face take on a disgusted form and I'm sure it's not good for aging.  Eventually I'll put to use the "block/unfriend" tool because quite frankly unsubscribing just isn't enough. And maybe one day I'll figure out why people aren't taking advantage of ways to privately communicate, hence email, gchat, telephone, text messages, etc.  My grandma lives in Africa, trust me, all the lines connect.

I will get into some of my upcoming ideas...
For starters my dad helped me put lights around my patio gazebo and conveniently the weather put on a happy face for all of us.  I'm thinking about having a Summer kick off soiree, who's down?  Of course it's not anytime too soon, we need to get through the questionable Spring first.

Lately I've devoted a lot of time and thought to my master closet.  It's fine if you're laughing, I should be laughing.  I've done enough thinking and am ready to get down to business.  I just don't feel that the space is utilized to it's full potential, I'm going to make that happen.  And I will post pictures of my before, during, after.

I'm going to keep the rest of my ideas to myself for now, but hope you all have a thoughtful Tuesday.

NY to do list.



Greetings fellow Monday-ers.

I don't think I've told you all yet via blog that Jon and I are going to NY for the 4th of July?  Now you know!  This will be my third trip there and Jon's first.  I've stayed in Albany, Brooklyn and now we'll be staying in Manhattan & The Hamptons to visit my good friend Heather S and her family.

I'm not going to beat around the bush here, so what I need from you all are some key places we must visit.  You can even send me a personal itinerary if you've got one.  Just know that I use my GPS getting from point A to point B everywhere in Oklahoma so don't get too complex on me.  Obvi we'll have Switzer, but c'mon being a tour guide can make a person's day womp womp.  I would tell you what we like to eat, but that's everything--literally.  Jon and I are not picky eaters and we love it all (me more than him.)  So don't hold back.

So far I've heard that we need to eat at Lombardi's Pizza, please keep the suggestions coming.

Before I sign off, congrats to one of my good friends, Lindsay who got engaged over the weekend! 



Cabo Vacay


Hope you all have a great start to the week & wish my sweet boyfriend to get better ASAP, he has the flu :(

On A Who?

My next review is on a local Oklahoma City Boutique that has been here since 1998 and I believe that's 14 years too long.  I know you're dying to know which one I'm talking about.  Here's a few clues:

- Moved to Classen Curve
- Pretentious Employees
- Embarrassingly bad customer service

If you guessed On A Whim then you are right! 

Besides their designer products they carry I can't quit thinking of all the dreadful things about them.  I understand having a bad day, I'm sure we can all relate.  This store isn't having a bad day, they are hiring bad employees with terrible disposition.  My story isn't based off of my personal nose-in-the-air situations with On A Whim, but a shocking inexcusable circumstance on how a dear family's grandmother was treated.

One cold day a young lady and her grandmother were shopping at On A Whim, frequent customers might I add.  Regardless of frequency this story is appalling.  As their shopping trip was coming to an end at On A Whim, the grandmother needed to use the restroom and with her bladder condition it was as urgent as it could get.  They placed their hundreds of dollars worth of merchandise on the counter while politely asking the On A Whim employee where the restroom was. They were returned with the response that On A Whim doesn't provide a public restroom.  It was brought to the staff's attention how urgent this situation was and they more or less gave the cold shoulder along with the haste explanation that these loyal customers could simply take a hike to another store in the shopping center. 

My blood is boiling just thinking about it again.  I'm not going to elaborate on specific points of my frustration and dissect all the wrong this visit entailed.  I'm simply going to return the favor to them--nose up, discontinue business with them and make it publicly known how horrendous their staff is.  If you are so in love with their products that you don't know how you'll survive without them, let me know and I'll personally direct you to other locations to make your purchases.  And you know how I love deals, I'm sure to find you something better elsewhere. Perhaps Balliet's where you can shop, have a beverage, use the restroom and be catered to like a customer should.

#onawhimnotawin

Drake.

We saw Drake Tuesday night.  I won't be using many "!" when describing the concert. Drake sounded good, but I was a little disappointed in his lack of production.  I've never heard of his opening acts and I probably will be okay if I never hear them again.  Although, there were plenty of people who seemed to know all of their music as well.


Now I'd like to touch base on the attire I saw on the fans.  Ladies (or lack there of) what part of too tight and too much doesn't connect in your brains?  I borderline felt like I was at a strip club or a human trafficking event.  I know we all want to be a couple sizes smaller, but wearing clothes a couple sizes smaller than your actual size doesn't really accomplish that goal.  Gentleman (again, lack there of), sagging your pants makes me laugh because of this reason:



Where's Friday?