Weekend Recap

Happy Sunday everyone! This past week was filled with social engagements. Super fun stuff but I got in ONE workout and spent almost all my time away from work with friends...except that one day I was in bed with a migraine.  

I actually had my first social engagement last Tuesday.  While this wasn't necessarily part of the weekend I wanted to throw it out there because one of my favorite Atlanta restaurants, Noche has 1/2 priced bottles of wine on Tuesdays.  I went out to catch up with C and we had a blast.  They have several locations around town and my bill for the night was insanely small when all was said and done. We left with my favorite doggy bag of all -- our leftover 2nd bottle of wine that we didn't finish. 

Friday I went out with work friends for Happy Hour at PURE Taqueria because sometimes you need some more girl talk, cheese dip, and the absolute best margaritas on the planet. 

Saturday morning I woke up for an early morning hair appointment.  Y'all -- I haven't had a damn haircut since March.  It was time.  And since I am in desperate need of some life changes what better thing to do that get a little color? I'll try to post some pics -- but I haven't had my hair colored in about 8 years so my adventure into ombre hair is really pretty subtle. Like you may notice if I told you to look closely.  But I adore it so I may go back for something more in a few weeks.  {Definitely try out my awesome hair place JH Design Studio. I love Whitney to death!} 

Saturday night was seriously too much fun.  Em and I went to the Yacht Rock Revue Revival at Park Tavern in Piedmont Park.  It started at about 4 but we figured we wouldn't get there until a little bit before the headliners came on which really was a mistake.  Never in my life have I seen so many people at Park Tavern and never have I ever had so much fun at Park Tavern. Great mix of people of all age groups, wonderful people watching, and a seriously good band. I've been wanting to go to this event for a while but never made it last year. There were seriously so many people out that I legit had to park practically in front of an ex's house on Charles Allen Drive.  And then we promptly saw him walking down the street. NBD. 

A good time was had by all. 

I was the DD last night so fortunately I am not suffering from the massive hangover that most Atlantans are likely experiencing today from last night's party.  In light of that I'm going to try to get this house cleaned up, give myself a manicure, hit the gym, and read my book.  

**side note -- I am not paid or given any perks for promoting locations, hair places, etc. these are just things I like.**

Love you. Mean it. 

~the single gal~

Single Gal Archives

So, I swore to The Housewife last week that I was going to get some awesome posts up.  Never happened.  Mainly because I still am not sleeping a lot and spend most of my time at work, working out, or being ridiculous on Twitter (my new accidental hobby). However, due to the joys of Facebook I saw that my ex-boyfriend got engaged last week.  Not as in 3 Putt, but my last super serious relationship.  Then I remembered that a few of our lovely readers that aren't family and friends don't know about that. So, I thought we would do a little "Single Gal" history today. 

Little known fact: I could be Married Gal right now instead of Single Gal. 

In 2009 I was in a serious relationship.  A and I had been together for almost 5 years.  We were planning on it being forever.  So much so, that when I picked out the town home I am sitting in right now to write this post, it was a "we" thing. Like "we" will  live here together and then "we" will get married.  Everything is rolling along just fine -- we closed in May.  Everyone's happy. 

Fast forward from May to September. I go on a big girls vacation. We. Have. So. Much. Fun. I meet new fun people.  I come home. But I'm sad.  I remember getting out of my car and thinking, "Is this it for me?" I really don't know what made it happen.  I felt like maybe I had been in a little bubble the last few years and not looking outside of it. Obviously no relationship is perfect no matter what; however, suddenly there were some glaring issues that in hindsight were probably there all along, but suddenly seemed to be everywhere. 

So, I walk around being a bitch to A for the next month.  And then one day he asks me what the hell is wrong with me. I don't have a good answer.  We are about to go on vacation together.  And then it happens....

A:

"I was planning on proposing to you when we were in New York."

"I called my Dad last week.  I know money is tight and we can't afford a ring but they are mailing my grandmother's to me so that you can have it."

Me:

Y'all, I would have killed to see my very own panic stricken face. Seriously.  I feel like it's every girl's dream to receive a proposal or hear the impending proposal news.  I had nothing to say. Nothing.  I was standing in my (ours at the time) kitchen hoping that he had not just said what I thought he said.   That's when shit got real.  And fear invaded my entire body.  I didn't even know I would react like that but there was no way in my mind that it was ever going to work out.  In reality, I should probably thank him for asking.  Because it made me realize that it was time to end the relationship.  A was not a bad person, but it just wasn't in the cards for us.  

I tell you this so you know a few things.  First -- someone really did like me enough to want to marry me! Kidding...{sort of}  Second, I really was happy to hear the news -- initially I spent a lot of time worrying about how I probably wasted A's time and it wasn't ever my intention to do so. I'm glad he has moved on to find a lasting relationship.  Last (but not least) -- it's so good to still look back and know that I absolutely made the right choice and I wouldn't change it for anything.  It feels good to know that your gut will not steer you wrong in the end. 

And that, my friends, concludes our history lesson for the day. 

Love you. Mean it. 

~the single gal~

Monday Obsessions: Random Things

I was at Home Depot for some nursery project supplies when I glanced up at the mirror section and saw  this. It was love at first sight for $34.97. I almost left it because they had three of them but you know how that goes. I'd never be able to find another one in the greater Atlanta area.......ever.

Martha Stewart Living Sunburst Mirror 26 x30

I got this lipstick back in June but I'm really in love with the everyday-ness of it. MAC Lustre Lipstick in Lovelorn.

I have not been too fond of much of anything maternity wise this time around but while I was perusing through Target I found these Liz Lange white jeans on sale for $11. I wish they were not so "boot cut" and more skinny but for $11 hard to pass up. I'm sure Turtle is glad I have something to wear other than Nike Tempo shorts and Gap Body maternity tanks.  And who knows, maybe I will try to make them skinnies via a pinterest tutorial myself. I'll let you know if I get all Project Runway.

Y'all have a great Monday. I have lots of nursery projects that need to be started around here but we are making some progress. Do I really only have 13 weeks left.........at the most? Yes. Scary to write that out.

The Housewife

Hey, It's OK...

I know lots of bloggers do their ode to Glamour magazine and make their own "Hey, It's OK..." list.  I'm also here to tell you that I'm not too good to make my own, and frankly, I could use some "Hey, It's OK..." reinforcement in my life right now. 

Hey, it's

...to miss him.

...to not make up the bed before you leave for work in the morning. 

...to have deep conversations with the dog. 

...to buy pretty things because it makes you feel just a little bit better about life.

...to want to tell someone to spare you the "You'll find someone/He's out there" conversation. 

...to want to tell the New Girl that once upon a time he thought I was perfect, too. 

...to de-friend people on Facebook.

...to cry about it. 

...to wash your hair twice a week.

...to love Instagram like everyone else. 

...to be angry sometimes. 

...to skip a work out.

...to read Fifty Shades of Grey -- it doesn't diminish your intelligence or appreciation for proper, well-written novels. 

...to come home and do nothing after work every once in a while. 

...to not want to talk about it. 

...to go a little over 3000 miles before that next oil change...just a little though.

...to want to travel back in time to those undergrad years some days. 

...to miss him some more. 

24 Weeks

I went to the gym today and one of the main childcare ladies was commenting on how I was already "really big." Gee, thanks. I'm not sure how to take that because as this is a twin pregnancy, I missed the memo where I'm supposed to look "small." I think it's only fair to assume that two babies would equal a  larger stomach and I feel that I look appropriate and not too terrible yet. It makes sense to me but who am I to say such? So here is my bump..........go ahead and point your fingers and say, "whoa she is enormous!"

it's actually sort of difficult to take self photos

I get that no one wants to get incredibly large when they are pregnant. I'm worrying about a lot more than my "size" or what someone thinks my size should be at this point. My nursery is a wreck, how am I going to breastfeed twins with a 2 year old so I don't spend insane amounts of money on formula? And lets talk about my c-section nightmares. No, it has not been determined I have to have a c-section yet but tell that to my subconscious. I'll be glad to have large and developed babies so they don't have to go to the NICU. To be honest, I'm feeling great and not uncomfortable at this point at all. The only annoying thing is the restless leg syndrome deal; it drives me crazy at night. #1 is starting pre-school soon and we are going on vacation in September. Trust me, I have plenty on my mind without analyzing every love handle and the size of my stomach. I am sure I will start to get very uncomfortable and large in the 3rd trimester. So what? And no, you don't have to tell me that I'm going to get even bigger. I kind of figured that out- but thank you for your public service announcement.


Weight gain? Eh, probably 20 pounds. I only weigh at the doctor and that is Friday.
Cravings? Definitely into sweets right now. As in I may go to the grocery store to make some pumpkin coffee cake I pinned on pinterest this week.
Genders? all things pink
Movement? most definitely
Miss anything?  running and not being treated like a state fair exhibit and regular clothes
Pregnancy woes?  occasional round ligament pain, heartburn and restless legs

If you need me I will definitely keep lying to complete strangers by moving up my due date and by saying I am only having one girl.

The Housewife

Monday Obsessions

Happy Monday, everyone! We are wishing you all a wonderful week and may this day be over soon and be without too many ailments. 

I finally bought this album over the weekend. I like it's soulful, folky-ness (You can just make up words on Mondays, right?).  I don't think I have liked anything so much since I bought the Mumford and Sons album about 2 years ago. 

You can find their website here. 

They are coming to Atlanta August 25th -- not yet sold out! Also, playing at the Fabulous Fox Theatre which is one of my favorite venues. 

Love you. Mean it. 

~the single gal~

Neighborhood Watch

This is yet another post about how I manage to get in the most awkward situations ever.  The Housewife has been keeping the blog in business and getting all kind of traffic with her cute baby posts and the like. What do I have to offer you? Updates on yellow jacket nests, a small twitter love affair with the head chef at The Optimist (I kid...sort of...), and a neighborhood stalker. 

Y'all seriously -- I feel like over the last few years mere politeness has been getting me into terrible situations.  It started at my old job. I used to get to work just before 7 when the night security guard was just ending his shift. As I had to stand in front of the man to sign in I would say a quick "Morning" before hopping on the elevator.  This escalated into him asking me out.  An old, short, chubby, bald guy.  I had to start taking the stairs and he still tried to give me a Christmas present. 

Thus begins my other story. Neighborly "Hello's" and short, pointless 2 minute chats.  This is what happens when you have a dog people.  Everyone wants to pet the dog and say hi blah blah blah. Enter Neighbor Steve.  He has two cats, plays volleyball, a beautifully groomed yard with pretty plants, and wears a single diamond stud earring to go out. I seriously thought he was gay. Or more gay than straight anyway. He wanted to go to brunch (again...thinking he was gay) and I said yes thinking this was the road to listening to Cher on the back patio once or twice a month and drinking white wine spritzers with the guy while we talk about our favorite SATC episodes.  

Something like this: 

So we are on the way back from brunch when dude drops the DATE bomb on me. Like, he's late 40's and he actually thought we were on a date.  He has no hair and he thought we were on a date.  I tell Neighbor Steve politely but pointedly, that I am only interested in being neighborhood friends and not dating. He says he "appreciates my honesty." 

Except he apparently doesn't. Because he called me Wednesday (ignored and not called back) and then puts a note in my mailbox on Friday.   About how he had fun on our date (WAS NOT A DATE) and couldn't believe he waited so long to ask me out. And that he would call me when he got back in town this week.   And he wants us to do something this weekend.  It was a typed out note. Like serial killers probably write.  Or that dude creeping Whitney in The Bodyguard. Except he had hair. 

So maybe this happens next? Yes? Anyone Kevin Costner-ish??? Bueller???

 I am not on a date just because you are a member of the opposite sex and we happen to be getting food. It doesn't qualify. I am really kind of pissed off.  There is no way anything I did even constituted flirting with this guy.  He is old. Ugh.  And now I am scared to even walk the dog for fear I will have to speak to Mr. Overzealous-and-Not-Gay.

Why me?!?!

Love you. Mean it. 

~the single gal~