Mean Girls VS World Series

Wasn't going to post today, but hey, here I am. Giving it a shot and all.
Let it be known, I am a Phillies fan since birth. But second runner up in my heart goes to the sox. So maybe I don't know anyone on the team besides the Flyin Hawaiian but doesn't mean I can't cheer them on. Front-runner and bandwagoner, I am not.

Since I am in no mood to celebrate halloween today being I have a night class and exam tomorrow, tonight calls for some Hocus Pocus and wine. That's a better way to celebrate in my eyes. Remember how I told you I am basically on the verge of being a lameo old person? Ok good.

Winning the world series is a lot like mean girls.  Don't roll squint your eyes to try to figure out what I mean, just keep on scrollin'.

Have you even seen the crazy riot stuff people are posting? The bottom of the ninth all they needed was three outs to win le title. In the words of annoying things people say "ooh kill 'em" (Excuse me, why do we even use that phrase?). I'm sure my bestie who goes to school in Mass. can attest to all the craziness. Eff the Cards. Just like Kevin G (who is apparently a hunk of life now a'days), who didn't let the plastics judgmental attitude towards the stereotypical Indian guy in mathletes who decides he wants to rap at the talent show, kept living his life....Those crazy sox fans surely did not stop for the angry police breaking this show apart (THEY WERE ON HORSES).

Want to get the chills? People chanted Boston Strong at the location of the Boston Marathon Finish line. Boston Strong, betches.

When the other team scores:

When you see those select Cardinals fans in Fenway. Granted I've never been, but as a Philly where the city of brotherly love comes together to love on some phils, we always dis the opponents til we can't dis no more. And by dis, it usually means a drunk fat guy starts a fight and throws his beer at the sole ranger screaming on the other team. Go home Card fans, ya drunk and obvi the Sox were gonna win the world Series from the start. You can go shave your back now, Bye Cardinals. (Ha. Ha. Ha. Another Mean Girls Reference)

When Sox Win:

When the riots begin:

Welp that's all I got today. Bottom line, Boston is the ish and I care more about them winning then Halloween. Here's to my crazy cat-lady-boring-life...

That time I went to Poland.

*FYI: I will be posting less-than-pretty (graphic) pictures, if you don't read today's post. I totally understand* 

I've been meaning to blog this even before I became I legit blogger. Two years ago, I embarked on a journey called March of the Living. I am jewish, incase you were unaware! (I feel like there are ZERO jewish bloggers....!) March of the Living is a two week trip to Poland and Israel. I wanted to share with everyone my experience, because it's not everyday you walk up to a friend and say "Oh hey, just last week I was walking through a concentration camp in Poland. What's been up with you?" Weirdly enough, I could say that. Except, tears were 99.99% involved. I was able to walk where many of my distance ancestors once suffered. Even some of my friends great grandparents. Throughout my trip I had too many mixed emotions, but I wouldn't trade this trip for the world. The greatest part? You could go on it too. Jewish or not.

I don't want to bore you with writing, because as cliche as it is, pictures are worth a thousand bajillion and ten words. Feel free to continue to not read, or read on. Luckily for my trip, I was able to experience the hardest parts holding my best friends hands and even experience a survivor of Auschwitz's story...first hand. 

Here goes nothing:

Famous sign at Auschwitz. The "B" in Arbeit (first word) was switched by the prisoners, as a sign of rebellion. The phrase means "work will set you free", and sadly it did not.

Inside a barrack at Auschwitz. While there, my friend found pictures of documents of his great grandparents. 

The view outside the cellblock 10, where experiments among other things happened. 

One of my favorite pictures. The hands of a holocaust survivor (of Auschwitz) on my trip. Interested in her story? Watch videos here.

 Cattle car used to transport from Auschwitz to Auschwitz-Birkenau. 

A beautiful thing to see while leaving a terrible place. (@ Auschwitz-Birkenau)

Trudy telling her story in a barrack at Ausch-Birkenau. 

The actual march. We marched out of Auschwitz into Auschwitz-Birkeanu. 

Majdanek. A concentration camp right outside Warsaw that could be up and running in 48 hours today. 

My best friend (who I'm seeing in a few weeks) and I at Auschwitz-Birkeanu. Beyond thankful for a friend like him. 

Hey, thanks for sticking around. I didn't mean to put a damper on your day. SO SMILE. Just remember to be thankful for all that you have, everyday. And to remember that we should never forget. 

If you want to see more, email me. I love to talk about my experience with others and I am ever so thankful for my parents sending me on this life changing trip.

(the dead sea, israel)

November, I want you

It's what you think. I've been in love with november for quite a while. Errrrr okay so like two months but basically I'm in love. It's real and true, I swear.

Whyyyyyyyyyy should november be so good to me? I swear we are a match made in heaven for the first time. Normally I loathe any month after it starts getting under 60 degrees (read: October), and I hibernate until flowers are rebirthed and I find my first spider to scream at. Ahhhhh, spring. Think of me as Sandy from spongebob in her bubble of a house (as if that ever made sense though...). Also I hate spongebob, but this year I finally am excited for fall.

I want to experience the whole she-bang. Non-hibernation, livin' life, and all. NYC before the snow, crankin' up those christmas tunes until I finally find new music, black friday JK going to orlando, and choose not to sit inside falling asleep at the same hours of newborn babies and live a little.

November? You're lookin' pretty good.

In just a week from Thursday, I will be leavin' on a jet plane, and entering the land of the O-H-I-O. Flight lands at 10PM, then what? You asked for it. I AM MEETING ASHLEIGH AND RACHEL. They are driving an hour to meet me for a night. It just goes to show you that sometimes you have a greater connection with blog-land friends than friends you've known for a while. Heck, friends I've had since 'nam wouldn't drive an hour to visit me at my college or if they were for whatever reason near me. Blogger, you've been great in my life.

Granted, I can only see them for so long. But I think we are all excited to discuss blogging, endless picture sesh, and anything else a blog date includes. Food? Let's hope food. Or wine. Or basically anything that you find on a #ThirstyThurs. 'Nuff said. See ya soon, gal pals (Insert endless smileys and winky faces here).

Friday the 8th comes and boom. Off to Canada I go for one of my best guy friends frat formal. Way to excited considering I haven't seen him since April 2012. Note: He is paying for everything. I must admit, I'm a lucky one....No phone, huh? Off the charts/record type thing. No insta's, no tweets about how I love canada and wearing reveling clothing and feeling legal and ready to parrrrtay. Let's do this.

So like, what's school?
A few weeks later I am off to my annual thanksgiving trip to Universal with the fam. We go almost every year, except I didn't last year, and it stunk. We have a ritual where we always check out Margaritaville and get the mile high stomach ache giver nachos. Nothing makes me happier, except when I'm by the bathroom for the rest of the night....There have been happier times.

back when I was a fetus aka three years ago

With last year aside, November is a good friend. I met my best friend two November's ago, and I wouldn't change a thing.

Without further adieu (or however the eff you spell/pronounce it...)....thanksgiving stuffing, warm weather, drinking legally, blogger meet ups, and nearing the end of the semester, November, are you ready to be mine?

Xo,
Yours truly.

I'm in love with a Jersey girl.

Maybe your a 'steen fan, so thats how I got your attention? Or maybe you just are one of the few that care about what I write, or you just somehow googled something that made this post come up in your search options. Regardless, if there's one thing you should know it's that I'm a jersey girl. Not North. South Jersey. We run ish. Wanna know why SOUTH is the better part of Jersey (Besides the fact that Frank Sinatra was born in north jers.)?

For starters....WE HAVE WAWA.

The greatest thing ever. Hoagies, not subs. Also they sell Cowtales for $25 cents each. Alsooooo Buffalo chicken wraps are the greatest thing invented. So maybe it's like 7/11, but it's not as gross. And people sometimes hang out there as a gathering spot when you think you are a cool high schooler when in fact you look like a hoodlum and adults think you are annoying. Slurpee's, coffee, touch screens to order bagels and smoothies? You wish you were from Jers. (Or tri-state area...)

THE JERSEY SHORE. Not the show, that's filmed in North Jersey. We got Atlantic City, Ocean City, AND Lucy the elephant. Google it I dare ya. We have rides, boardwalks, hobos (ick. stay away), and candy store after candy store. Don't take me to the fudge. Or do. I won't get mad. There is just something about being at the beach. Always.

Took this picture from B's back porch that was on the beach on our one month (2012). Ohh how things change...

Close to Philly. I mean obvi it's a downgrade from NYC but it's still a city feel. I usually find myself and friends taking the 6$ roundtrip train with a (sometimes) scenic view. AND SO MUCH HISTORY. Ever get a chance to go? Check out South Street..and Magic Gardens! (See a picture of me in my prime in 2011 below)

THE CONCERT VENUE. If you've ever heard about Camden, you know you never want to even GO NEAR it. Which is true. I'm not saying sleep there in the open for a night, nah no way. But when it's summer concert season you run into everyone you know. Yep, everyone. The cute crush you had from freshman year of high school, your best friends ex hookup from a few years ago, your grandma's friend from water aerobics. Literally. Luke Bryan, some Summer Shandy, and your best friend by your side? #Leggo.

Clearly there are many more reasons to chat about (like the fact I'm from here. DUH) But when I think of South Jersey(/Philly) this is what I think of. SO COME VISIT ME. (great ending, I know.)

That infinity stuff you love birds talk about

How do you know when it's forever with Mr. boyfriend? No seriously, just wondering.

Is it when you can stay in bed all day, cuddle, and watch massive amounts of netflix until beyond the point of your eyes hurting? (Who says you can't do that alone? Asking for my good friend, of course.)

Or how about when you can open up to someone that you are a blogger. And they admire you and think you are so cool and they respect the fact that you open up to complete strangers (but secretly think what is my woman doing, talking to random women gossiping about their guy and lady problems via the world wide web?).

What about when they put you (sometimes) before themselves. Sure babe, I want to watch your favorite movie...or  Of course sweetie, I want to go out and pick up your favorite food when your feeling down. *I mean I'm down to have a boyfriend to bring me endless burritos. So random dude that finds my blog..if you even exist. Remember that. Just make sure you are not a creep and I can do a background check on you. Thankies.*

How about the beau that gets you your fun feminine products? Um yes you better. No question to that one. Be a man about it. We deal with days of pain (and months when preggo) the least you could do is buy us our weird lady diapers and products. Chocolate? It's a plus. Learn it and love it.

To the guy that kills spiders/insects/anything creepy and crawly, you are a forever dude. Love at first kill. That's a thing, right? Just make sure you are easily reachable at all times.

The dude that gives you a knife to protect yourself when he's not around. Ok no, you are just dumb and over protective and creepy and why are you giving me a knife? JUST NO. (read: this has never happened to me. thank gosh. long story.)

Lastly, a man that can beat your candy crush levels for you is a man who can get through anything. Alrighttttt highly debatable. But who doesn't love nice gestures of love?

So what do you think, how do you know when he's the forever and ever, can't eat/can't sleep, I want to instagram and tweet about how much I adore you everyday dude? Let me know.

Or don't. I'll probably just continue to read your blog page on how you met the one. And be a hopeful romantic. And eat a lot of popcorn. Happy single girl friday to me!

What says Single better than songs you can sing your heart out to? Thanks J.D.
Linking up with my spirit animal, Whit!

All that sunshine and warm stuff

Blogfriends are as great, maybe greater than IRL friends. I mean sure you can't go grab lunch face-to-face, or go out partying, but they know that you don't eat the color green in a bag of skittles or the personal struggles you deal with. Heck, they even appreciate your overload of insta's and tweets in a day. You just have a different sometimes greater connection with bloggy friends. Ya feels? 

So I've probably told you this before, but I NEVER EVER (emphasis on EVER) answer these award thingy ma-bobs. Yes, they are great and I appreciate the love, but lets be honest I'm lazy. I don't want to search through blogs to see who is big, or who doesn't have that many followers just for them to answer questions. 

Like any other blogger (or person, really) who doesn't love to talk about themselves in hopes people want to actually know more? Well, thanks to Wendy, I got nominated for the Sunshine award. I'm going to answer the questions because it's exciting but I'm 99.99% sure I won't nominate you. But if you want to answer these questions to...go right ahead. Do your thing lady.

1. Do you have a favorite sports team? 

I wish I could say I follow sports consistantly. Thankfully my whole life I've had a brother to update me on things or to be my voice when talking with boys about sports. Psh, and they think I am cultured...However, I do give about 3 flying effs about the Phillies and baseball. And I like visiting other ballparks, so there's something. I guess.

2. Bike, swim, run, or all three?

Well I can't swim. Alright I can, I just choose not to. I'm sure if I ever get attacked by sharks (which I would never because I hate going far into the ocean), I'll pull out my doggy paddle skills and gtfo. As for running? No. Going to stop you right there because I can only run for as long as it takes you to finish this sentence. So yes, biking is where it's at. Don't get me started about my spin class experience. Can you say death?

3. How would you respond to a rude person? 

Just ignore them, because they suck. Why are you rude in the first place?

4. If you had to, which would you give up; sight, smell, touch, taste?

UGH THIS ONE IS HARD. Probably touch, since the rest are much more significant in my opinion. 

5. Would you cover for a co-worker who stole something from work? 

I feel like this is something they ALWAYS ask me on job interviews, and hopefully a future employer NEVER finds le blog, but the correct interview answer is yes, I would report them because they are doing something wrong. I'm sorry but unless its something VERY expensive and would effect the company in hole, then I don't think it's my place. At all. I'm a baby sorry.

6. Would you tell your best friend, if you saw their spouse cheating?

UM YEA. Ain't flippin cool. Buh Bye.

7. Carmel or Caramel?

Carmel. It's like I say GAZ while the rest of the entire world says GAS.

8. When and where, was your last vacation?

This summer I went to Myrtle beach with the fam! Next up? Canada in a few weeks!

9. What is your favorite candy bar?

Seriously such a bad question, it ALWAYS changes. I'm feeling kit-kats recently but I know that will change in about a month or so. Ask again later.

10. If you could change your first name, and wanted to, which name would you pick? 

Isabelle, or Eloise. I feel sorry for my future daughter because she is going to get stuck with one of those names. Sorry, future hubs.

11. Plaid or paisley? 

PLAID. Except I hate wearing it, I need to learn how to style it. #NotAFashionBlogger

Now ya know what you didn't know. And if you did....well congrats you're creepy ;)

I'm a mouse, duh

Who doesn't love the cliche halloween outfits in high school/college?
All Hallows eve is a week away people! Start planning ;)
Especially if you are in college. Halloween is on a thursday. You are welcome.
3 nights? 3 outfits? Lets do this.

While some of us don't like the super reveling outfits and like to do something fun while still looking like a hot commodity, check out some of my recommendations and side comments that may or may not dis certain outfits. 

1. Sandy (Grease)

So maybe you don't have your Danny Zuko to be your bad man thunderbird dude, but hey if you check out that frat party thursday night, you could be his pink lady! You don't need to spend a bajillion dolla dolla bills ya'll to be this bamf of a lady. Have an american apparel leotard? Or even one from dancing? Top complete. Find some leather leggings, or even regular ones (I bought some at pacsun!), and there is your sassy fittin' pants. Red pumps. Any. Jackets optional because we all know how sweaty frat houses are. Optional: Red Lipstick, hoop earrings, and some curls. Don't have blonde hair? Dont worry. Transformation Thursday the ish out of Sandra Dee.

Fun fact: I'm potentially trying out this outfit this halloween, make sure to check out my halloween outfit on the blog!

2. Pageant princess

This is Hannah Brewer, Miss MD teen USA 2013. This is probably the easiest outfit you could ever come up with. Find a sassy dress, pumps, look super fly, and get a crown and sash. I was Miss USA a few years ago (since I love pageants. See here), and people thought it fit me so well.

NOTE: If you are going to wear a "toddlers and tiara's outfit", please do not converse with me. I think these outfits are a disgrace. Slash....why would ya want to walk around with a pacifier? Ain't nobody got time for that.

How patriotic am I?

3. Walk of Shame

How fitting for you college ladies. No I'm not calling you out. Ummm are you guilty or something? Kidding!!!!! We've at least witnessed this at one point or another on our college campuses. You can either just wear a large shirt and hair up/messy, as well as your make up or go with the I had a slumber party with a manly man who wheres hot button downs aka oh wait he's only a frat-star. You know what I'm saying. Borrow a friends big buttondown shirt, wear short/short-skirt/spandex, and heels. Ya know the look I'm talking about ;) Heck, I even did it in my junior year of high school. Recipe for humiliation and disaster. 

I hope I gave you some solid inspiration and hope for your potential outfits this 31st of october. If not, I hope I graced your presence with my weird-ness and made you realize what you don't want to be for halloween. Want to be a provocative bumble-bee, cat, or mouse? You do you, Glenn Coco.

Stage5 clinger reporting for duty

Because as if my single girl adventures weren't the least bit entertaining, I have a story for ya! I went on a date saturday. He is a tall working dude, and totes 100% my type. Not going into minor details, but I told him I blogged. And showed him someones blog I follow (serious gasps up in here. Don't worry its probably not you). Stupid me I forgot my blog button was on their sidebar...and I showed him on HIS computer. Let's hope he doesn't see my blog. Or this post. Heck, he most certainly doesn't have time for my college girl life shenans.

Anywho, the date was Saturday. Today is Tuesday. The date was nothing less than perfect. (I've never gone on a date with someone I haven't known before. Gulp city over here!) He texted me that night telling me he had a great time. Me too. SCOREEEEEEEEE.

So Sunday happened, and we texted once or twice. Monday happened. I get he has a sunrise to sunset job but he somehow FOUND time to add me on snapchat. During the day. He has time for that but not to text me? Then he snapchatted me...so 2013, I know.

After consulting with a friend, she told me to wait. So I waited. and waited some more. And got a nice haircut that makes me feel like a mom. And waited some more. And finally at around 730 I snap chatted him back. He sent me one back. Then I sent one of my sassy new hair cut, again. No answer.

830? I texted him. LAMEST CONVO EVER. Like yes I do care about your day but can't you just tell me already you are falling for me and we can get married and live happily forever after and have nice snuggle seshes with netflix and cookie dough?

He's going away this week and I just want to say, "Oh hey I know you'll be drunk starting tonight but just remember the cute little short girl you took on a date last weekend when you're about to swap spit with some henious ladies dressed in bunny costumes". For real, I'm watching out for you, homie.

Here ya have it. My problems as a clingy, stage five-er. Not sorry about it.

#sundayfunday&pageantprobs

Hey you crazy kids. The fact that I'm deciding to write a post today is beyond me. My zainy-brainy is making me either want to rant (about goods AND bads) of yesterdays Miss New Jersey Pageant, or just not post anything at all. Sleep needs to be my friend right about now. Same with my bed, not trying to break up any time soon. So bed, let's get close and comfy!

I thought I'd be meeting my role model yesterday but turns out she had to fly back to Cali from Toronto. Like, no sorry you can't. I NEED TO MEET YOU. But my handy-dandy-phone case, didn't let me down ;) I had people telling me they were texting Alyssa telling her I said hi. LIKE. JEALOUS. I even told a past titleholder that I'm not too sure why she told me that because I want to take her phone and snatch Alyssa's numbaaaaa. Come on now, don't tease me yo.

You know how I LOVE being short because most guys are taller than me and it's great because hey who doesn't love short girls? Well, I LOVE being short until I get to a pageant and stand next to girls that are like 6 foot. Excuse me but what type of cereal did YOU eat as a child?

Emily Shah (18) getting crowned Miss New Jersey USA 2014

My beautiful tall friend who made top 16!

The new Miss New Jersey Teen USA 2014 :-)

If your JUST tuning into my blog, welcome to the world of pageants. If you are an avid follower..thanks for waiting to unfriend/unfollow me on social media. You're the ish. 

Little things in life mean the most, ya heard?

Have you ever read the book Things to Be Happy about? Or Been on the website?

Have you ever just had that nice breeze of happiness when you think about something that fills your heart with warm and fuzzies? 

Go explore the website. It will have you leaving with appreciating the little things in life more than you know.

What will you find on my happy list? Well...

Frank Sinatra. His voice, regardless of the age. It's truly timeless to me, and reminds me of my parents blasting it during car rides as a child. Clearly he has such a big impact on my life that I name part of my blog after him. Kind-of-a-big-deal? Heck yes.

Polynesian Hotel at Disney in Florida. Something about that hotel makes me so happy. I love when I get random whifs of who the heck knows what smell it even is but sometimes I find it and it brings me back to my childhood running around on a cool Florida morning getting ready for brunch at my favorite hotel. Also associated with Disney, the GREATEST place ever aka instant happiness.

The color yellow.

Smooth Jazz. Again triggers a sense that reminds me of my childhood.

Sunsets.

Singing in the Rain (the movie). Granted I love singing in the rain like literally singing in the rain, but I love the feeling of an old fashioned movie and songs.

Pageants. Psh as if ya didn't know that about me.

Cinnamon Sugar Eggo waffles that haven't been toasted. Trust me they aren't like rock hard coming out of the fridge (for whatever reason) so I eat them cold. and I am a happy child young adult.

Reconnecting with friends you haven't talked to in a while and you talk as if you haven't missed a single day.

Thinking about days at sleep away camp. 

Working at a summer camp and seeing the little girls flock to you because they admire you so much and want to be just like you.

How close I am to my immediate family.

Discovering new songs...which are soon put on repeat forever.

The fact I can basically go to ANY state and know I have a friend I could stay with.

Israel. Israel. Israel. Israel. My forever home.

(and the memories/friendships I've made on my trips)

PUPPIES. obv.

Watching home-videos/reminiscing on family inside jokes.

When my role model acknowledges me. 

The Jersey Shore. NOT THE TV SHOW. The place I've gone every summer of my entire life.

Birthday celebrations.

Old school disney movies.

Having to visit a Margaritaville every family vacation we go on.

On that note? Jimmy Buffet

Finding a new book that you just can't put down.

Family movie nights.

Summer concerts with best friends (and a summer shandy..shhh!)

Linking up with my spirit animal, Whit for back that azz up with some feel good jams.

Whoa! After writing this all down, I just feel the happiness oozing out of my fingertips.

Cool. I guess...

:)

So...

What makes you happy?!