Yep.

I'm one of those people who HAS to know- beyond a shadow of a doubt- that happily ever after exists before I attempt it.

Happy birthday to me!

So far, it's been a PRETTY awesome birthday. First thing this morning at 10:00 AM, Mom, KC, Daylin, and I suited up and went to the neighborhood pool for some splash time.

Then we came home, got showered and dressed and headed down to River Street in downtown Savannah.

Mom got me this awesome watch at a $20 and under novelty store!

My sister-in-law Daylin found an awesome sun dress to go over her swimsuit. It was too cute. My brother found a Star Trek ship ornament for his Christmas tree at Cobblestone Lane Antique Mall! Then we stopped by Savannah Candy Kitchen @ City Market to get some Pink Grapefruit sorbet, glass bottle Coke, Razzles, and Lucky Lights (don't hate.)

To top it all off, the whole fam feasted on Cheddars for dinner. It's one of my favorite restaurants here in Pooler. They have THE MOST AWESOME Shepherd's Pie!

Yep. It's been a FANTASTIC day! It's not difficult to see that I'm pleased!

Much love! <3

Why my boyfriend wins at life...

"Happy birthday, Delilah! (nickname) I love you oodles and oodles! I should thank your mom for birthing you. You are a fantastic lover and a more fantastic girlfriend. Thank you for being you."

Perfect start to my 24th. :)

Oh dear...

I woke up this morning and realized that tomorrow I turn another year older. To my own surprise this is the FIRST year that I've avoided the phrases, "I'm almost 24," or "I'm 23, but I'll be 24 in [insert specific amount of time here.]" The truth is, folks, I kind of dread getting any older than I already am. I find myself still dwelling upon my late teens early twenties. I wish I were still 17, or I wish I still had the body I had when I was 20. Now, as I enter my mid-twenties I know that I still have much to look forward to- getting married, possibly having children, moving around, seeing the world, having a career, etc. It's not that I'm not excited. This might sound conceited, but it's more of a physical thing.

Those who know me are aware that I'm very body conscious. I'm out to keep my 20-year-old body as long as humanly possible. However, I've noticed that as the years pile on that task gets harder and harder. I try to eat right and I work out in the confines of my tiny little room, it's just now a nice set of abs takes 6 weeks to attain instead of the usually 3. I don't know what age has to do with any of it. I used to be able to hammer out a six pack in 4 weeks eating Big Macs every day of the week. My metabolism seems to have given me the bird in recent years.

I don't want this to sound petty. I know I'm still young and things could be a LOT worse. It's just difficult to see these changes that come with age and not step back and think to yourself,

"OH DEAR... what else am I in for?"

Perhaps I think too much about the future and I need to live in the moment more- enjoy my twenties while I still have them. I can't help but wonder if anyone else felt the same way at my age. So tell me:

Did any of you have a mid-life transition period? What kind of issues did you start to dread?

Much love.

My Current Fashion Loves

While it's on my mind I thought I would share with you some of the fashions I own that I've been particularly crushing on. You know when you buy an article of clothing and it becomes your favorite so you wear it often and everyone kind of looks at you strange but you don't care because you love it?     Yeah. It's kind of like that.

First things first. I was never really big into painting my nails, so this is a recent development. I cannot live without Essie nail polish in Limo Scene (top) and Geranium (bottom). Both colors serve a very different purpose. I wear Limo Scene if I'm feeling light, airy, and want to look natural and ethereal. I wear Geranium if I feel like being bold and sassy.

I recently invested in a pair of white shorts. I found these at Delias. I love them because they're not ridiculously short. At my age I'm trying to get out of the whole booty short thing. These are double cuffed, so you could roll them down if you wanted. I love white. It's so clean. 

I'm a sucker for a tribal print shirt. But a tribal print shirt with one shoulder and an asymmetrical hem on the bottom? Yes, please! It's very flowy and flattering. Also from Delias.

Last, but not least, this necklace has always been a favorite of mine. I don't know where it is from because it was a gift from Bigses' mother. Every time I wear this necklace I get compliments on it. It's just so different and sweet.

There will probably more of those as my wardrobe expands. Thanks for looking.

Much love. :)

"...if you love someone you say it, you say it right then, out loud. Otherwise the moment just...passes you by..."

I logged into Netflix at 1AM to make a quite pleasant discovery. Netflix had so graciously decided to add "My Best Friend's Wedding" to Instant Play. Needless to say, I was thrilled. I've probably seen this movie about 1239485598934 times, but there's something about it that reaches out to me on a deeper level.

For those of you who have never had the pleasure of viewing it I'll give you the run down.

The movie is about two very close friends, Julianne and Michael. They dated in college, but when they broke up they both knew that they were each others' best friend and remained close over the ensuing years. They even made a promise that if they weren't married by the time they were 28 they would marry one another. One night, just weeks before Julianne's 28th birthday, she receives a message from Michael, who sounds terribly desperate to speak with her. Julianne is convinced that Michael is going to ask her to marry him. However, after calling Michael she learns the news that he's getting married in just four days to a young, University of Chicago student from a wealthy family named Kim. Michael begs Julianne to come to Chicago to support him. In a state of shock and anxiety Julianne decides that she must break them up. Things get interesting when upon arriving to Chicago, Kim asks Julianne to be her Maid of Honor right off the bat. Julianne soon realizes that she is, indeed, still in love with Michael and embarks on a conniving quest of epic proportions, trying to pit Michael and Kim against each other, to win back her best friend and  love of her life. However, in the end she comes to see that Michael really loves Kimmy, and as much as she hates it, she bids them good tidings as husband and wife.

If you've never seen the movie I highly suggest it. (Unless you loathe Julia Roberts. If that's the case, stay away.) It's hilarious and heart-warming. A real chick flick.

There's this hilarious part where Julianne employs her homosexual friend and editor, George, to play her fiancée to make Michael jealous. George is so upset and spiteful at the thought of having to pretend to be straight AND engaged. Upon meeting Kimmy and her family, they are all invited out to lunch where this takes place: (Pardon the subtitles.)

However, the part of the movie that ALWAYS gets me is this. Shortly after the lunch incident, and after Julianne confesses that she's not engaged to George, Michael asks to spend some alone time with her.

Sometimes I just want to jump through the screen and yell, "SAY IT!!!!!"
I can think of several times in my life where I should have said something and I didn't. And it really is JUST like this movie, folks. Most of the time the moment passes you by, and that person is probably pleading with you in their mind and in their heart to say what you need to say. You never know when they actually feel the same. When it comes to the people you love, there's no such thing as being too honest, or keeping something to yourself to save face.

In fact, had I let the moment pass me by on one occasion with my Bigs we probably would not be together today.

 
Let this be my challenge to my readers: Don't be afraid to tell someone that you love them, because it may turn out that they love you back. 


Much love to all.

WUV

I love opening my phone to pictures like this:

Bill Cosby: Stewie, what do you think candy is made out of? Stewie Griffin: Sunshine and farts! What the hell kind of question is that?!

Did I ever mention that this guy is my favorite animated character in all of television?

Well, he is. 

"They squish up around me like a cloud..."

Ladies and gentleman, we have an issue on our hands: ------> MY BED.

For those of you who have never seen my bed I'll give you a little insight. It's pretty much the smallest bed an adult woman of my size can have without being too small. I barely fit on it. I'm not even really sure that it is, indeed, an adult-sized mattress. That being said, my bed got a little bit of an upgrade about three weeks ago that made it a problem.

EGG CRATES- those little wavy pieces of foam you stick on top of your mattress. BUT I don't just have one of these amazing creations. No. How many do I have, you ask? I have THREE.

Yes, I have three gloriously comfortable egg crates stacked on my bed. I didn't sleep on them for the first two and half weeks because I was out of town, but when I got home....  MAN. All I can say is that my bed is pretty much my most favorite destination in all of Georgia right now.

You're probably asking yourself, "Karah, why is this a problem?"

Because it makes me sleep waaayyyy too late. If there are any of you out there like me, raise your hands. You know, the people who wake up early in the morning all warm and comfy, reflecting on the past night sleep's dreams and decide, "Eh, another hour wouldn't hurt." So off you fly, back into comfy, squishy dreamland. This is all well and fine in moderation except that I repeat that process a few times.

I'm ashamed to say that I'm known to sleep well into the afternoon if not awoken. I can't help it. As I told Bigs this afternoon, "They [the egg crates] squish up around me like a cloud."

So tell me, fellow readers. Have you ever had a bed so comfy you didn't want to leave? And if so, what was it? I'm curious.

Much love to all.

Why, hello there!

welp, it's official. i'm a blogger. to be quite honest, i never thought this day would come. i keep telling myself i'm doing this because i'm bored (which isn't a lie.) but the more i think about it, the more i realize that i'm not just doing it out of boredom. i, Karah, am writing my life on the internet because... (drum roll, please)

i'm not an open person! ::the crowd goes wild::

i've never been what you would call the social butterfly. i've always been kind of awkward and off kilter. i don't draw attention to myself. i'd be perfectly content going throughout my life with the least amount of human contact as possible. the truth is, i'm lonely down here in Georgia, and while i'd love to have another personality that was open and bubbly and free, that's just not me. 

now, i know what you're thinking. "man, she's like...one of those introverted, emo types. wah wah wahhhh." 

that's not the case.

i do, in fact, very much enjoy my life. i like to laugh, i love music, and i love being outside. and i love being with this guy:

world, meet bigses. his given name is john, but you will rarely hear me call him that. most of the time i call him dear. and bigs is my nickname for him because, well...

everything about him is big. big hands, big  feet, big head, big muscles, REALLY big smile... even his last name contains the word big. i'm completely in love with this kid. not to sound cliche or anything, but he really does put the light in my life. the best memories of my life have him in them. he's irritatingly uncomplicated, which i both love and hate. usually, when i have more thoughts on the subject, he has already added his two sentences. not that he doesn't want to talk about it, but because most of the time things for him are just that simple. he's the most resourceful person i know. one step behind macgyver if i may say so. sometimes i wish i could see the world the way he sees it. i'd like to think that our relationship is all about him teaching me to chill out.   

but back to the point...

the point is, over the years since i've graduated from high school, i've lost a lot of friends because i'm not chatty and somewhat antisocial. i will freely admit that i HATE talking on the phone. i've missed weddings (melissa <3 ), some awesome nights out (cait <3), and many heart to hearts (jonathan & josh <3) just to name a few. in a way i feel like i'm robbing myself of lasting friendships.

so this is my apology to all of you. i'm so very, very sorry. and as part of rebuilding those friendships and turning over a new leaf, i invite you all into my life via the blogosphere. feel free to read and comment. i promise that i shall always update often and will make a sincere attempt to reach out more frequently.

much love to all.