God bless the USA.

For all of you that have known me for at least 15 seconds know I love wine and I love drinking it in mass quantities.  No sippin' and spittin' here folks.  So one of the last times I got hammer-towned with some of my bestest besties we were on our way down to Ventura to try on our bridesmaid dresses for my wine-soul-mate's wedding.  (p-to the-s friends, in 2 months I went from a hefty size 12 **cringe** to a size 8.  What is up bitches!?)  Anyway, as the occasion called for, we got swishy-swashy drunk and on the way home I was inspired to dance.  Shocking.  I danced and danced and sang horribly off key.  One of the songs I performed was an amazing sing-a-long to "Call me maybe" by Carly Rae Jepson, the official song of the summer.  In honor of that amazing memory and because I love doing silly things when I am soaked in wine I am posting this video of some amazing Marines doing a sing-along to the same wonderful song.  I love this video, I love the Marines, and I love wine, God bless the U-S-of A. 

Kitty kisses and hugs :)

Back to school

Well I did it.  I got into grad school. 

I am still in a bit of shock, and even as I write this I can feel a tingly feeling in my tummy along with a raging heat flooding my face.  You know when you set out to do something and you are all gung-ho about it but secretly in your deepest darkest thoughts you not only don't think you can do it...you kind of hope you can't?  That is how I felt about grad school.  I fought my inner most demon of procrastination...boy oh boy am I a procrastinator...and I applied and I actually got in.  Wow.  So now as the summer races by like a bullet train I realize that come fall time I will be a student once again.  I will say farewell to my 5:01pm glasses of wine, my ever full schedule of fun parties and dinners and girls nights, and I will say hello to studying, term papers, and no sleep.  Joy.  I know there is a huge pot of gold at the end of this rainbow of terror and I have to keep focused on that.  I am sure my hell-on-wheels prison of a job will keep me constantly reminded that I need to get the eff out of here.  No matter what the cost, bags under my eyes, no social life, and less boozy time it will all be worth it.  Right?  Riiight?  Bueller?  Oh dear.

getting a little closer....

After a few weeks of mind-numbing suspense I finally got an email today for an interview for grad school!!  Wahoo!  Yeeehhhaawww!!  Yippie kai yai yayyyyy!!  I am scared, excited, and nervous.  I will keep y'all posted on how it goes.  **for some reason I have turned country in this post**  My apologies.