I don't do Birthday posts for just anyone. That being said, I have been planning to post a special birthday wish today for a while now. Today is my mom's birthday! I'm so bummed that I'm not home, unlike every single other member of my family, lame.

I'm going to tell you the 49 things that I love about my mom and Karl is contributing to this list (this should be interesting). Also, the number 49 isn't significant at all ;)

49. She is a great housekeeper. Our house always looks awesome. She's one of those people who always says, "oh I'm sorry the house is such a mess" when people come over. It never is.
48. She can fix clothes that you mess up (Karl)
47. She gave horrible spankings as a child, and I'm pretty sure she knew it. They were a total joke. Thanks, Mom!
46. She's a Pi Phi. Obviously I love this about her, even if she was the most uninvolved Pi Phi in history.
45. She never let my sister's and I wear store-bought Halloween costumes. The greatest gift a mother could give, homemade costumes.
44. She's nice to animals (Karl)
43. She is very, very intelligent
42. She has vowed to save my wedding dress in the event of a house fire. I mean, what a selfless person.
41. She has the most well-equipped purse. You name it, she's carrying it on her shoulder.
40. She trusts The Lord. She has shown my sisters and I how to trust Him with our family, decisions, jobs, and finances. A huge lesson for us to learn through her actions and words.
39. She's not afraid to dance when music comes on. In fact, I would venture to say she gets an adrenaline rush out of busting a move to a rap song every once and a while. There's video footage to prove it.
38. She is a brilliant gift giver. I can always count on my mom for the perfect Valentines, Halloween, Christmas, etc. gifts to brighten my day and week!
37. She is a people pleaser in the best way. She receives joy out of doing things for others and making others happy.
36. She's a great cook (Karl). There is nothing better than coming home from a college life of soup and frozen meals to my mom's food.
35. She has passed on some ideal likes and dislikes to yours truly, which I can't help but love her for. Her hatred of scary movies, late nights, foamy textures, and driving and love of baked potatoes, being polite, and pulp-free orange juice are commonalities between the two of us.
34. She takes care of us when we're sick. I know this seems like an obligations as a mother, but she does this in a way that makes my only heart's desire to be home when I am sick up here in Fayetteville.
33. She's thrifty. She can grocery shop and clothing shop more efficiently than most and knows how to get bang for her buck.
32. She has always praised my sister's and I for everything we do. Even the small things.
31. She is joyful, not just happy, but joyful! My mom can put a smile on the grouchiest person's face, even if it is through lame humor.
30. She picks up after our messes (Karl). hahaha, funny that he came up with this. Not funny that it's unfortunately true.
29. She was the best homeroom mom. I love nothing more than the fact that she served as homeroom mom for me so many years for me and all of my sisters.
28. She'll talk to me late at night when I'm walking in alone to my dark house or when I'm in an awkward situation and just want to be on the phone.
27. My mom was and is a stay-at-home mom. The biggest blessing. We have been so fortunate to have had her home throughout our childhood and even now. It is so great in so many ways!
26. My mom never uses bad language. In our house that includes but*, shu* up, cr*p. We used to hate not being able to say the word but*. BUT (no pun intended), I totally appreciate being sheltered from crass.
25. She has all the fruits of the spirit.
24. She has common sense and street smarts. Like, who would know to rip up your junk mail. Oh, thats right, my mom would.
23. She'll stay up late to dry my hair. I know, I'm 21 years old, but I hate drying my hair.
22. She's healthy. She has never been one to completely withhold all things pre-packaged, frozen, sweet, carbonated, and fattening from my sisters and I but she is health-conscious, and it makes us health-conscious too! Thanks, Mom for making none of us fat!
21. She balances all parts of her life very well between church responsibilities, my sisters and I, my dad, my dad's business, friends
20. She's stylish (Karl)
19. She's never been one to "live vicariously" through us, her children. Praise The Lord for that.
18. She will listen when you need to talk (Karl)
17. She doesn't do gross things, like put her feet on anyone, burp, or do anything that ladies shouldn't do.
16. She loves our dog, Billi and would protect her with her life.
15. She has nice teeth (Karl)
14. She's a great friend. I think all of her pals would agree that she is loyal, tried and true.
13. She loves Karl (Karl)
12. She has impeccable taste. Decorations, clothes, hair cuts...you name it. My mom is no Michelle Duggar.
11. She genuinely cares (Karl). My mom is the type of person who will lose sleep over the neighbor who she suspects has a broken air conditioner and will continue to do so until she ensures it gets fixed.
10. She can make something out of nothing (Karl). Although I didn't come up with idea #10, I do wholeheartedly agree! My mom makes the best of every situation. Karl's example of this was that she comes up with great ideas!
9. She never complains (Karl). This is true. Except over her "messy" house. See #49.
8. She serves the church selflessly.
7. She loves and treats our dad in a way that my sisters and I desire to emulate. I think this is so rare and such a blessing.
6. She is the world's most accommodating person (Karl). Try and walk into my house and not feel at home. I dare you.
5. She's always classy (Karl)
4. She says "yes" whenever it is humanly possible. I was never denied the opportunity to try any instrument, rush, sport, or pair of shoes that my heart ached for, no matter how fleeting she knew my desire would be.
3. She loves others like Jesus.
2. She gives the best advice. Anytime I'm upset, happy, excited, depressed, confused...I just want to call my mom. She always knows exactly what to say. Every single time, exactly.
1. She loves The Lord in a way that makes each of her daughters desire to seek after Him in a bigger and better way day in and day out. (Karl said it too)

So, basically I have the best mom ever. Happy Birthday, Mom! I can't wait till I get home on Tuesday so we can celebrate more!

Love,
your best daughter

I know this is safe because you admitted to reading my blog, so in that case...HAPPY BIRTHDAY, COURT!! I'm so bummed that I can't be home to celebrate your 22nd birthday with you. Instead, I'll reminisce about your 14th-19th that we have spent together! I miss you and can't wait to see you over the break! I hope your day has been fantastic, I love you!!

Please enjoy this picture of Court and I at her 16th birthday. I would appreciate not being made fun of. Just for kicks, I will add that I had braces brackets on both the front and backside of my bottom teeth...Court has been my best friend since we were in 7th grade at Boles Junior High, was the only thing "cool" about me through Martin High School, and has continued to be such a special friend to me through college, she always knows just what to say and do and is just perfect.

A short and slightly humiliating montage...






I could go on and on and on...Happy Birthday again, Court

I'm about to go take my 5th of 7 finals but I'm feeling a little overwhelmed. I googled that word, overwhelmed, and this is the picture that came up. It perfectly describes what I'm feeling. A little stressed, also bowing at the feet of The Lord.
For the millionth time in this week of finals I feel overwhelmed, for the first time this week it's the joyful kind. I mentioned Karl's deployment in my last post. I've kind of been slowly thinking about this, trying to comprehend what it will be like to not text him throughout the day, to go more than 6 weeks at a time without seeing him, to not talk to him right before I go to bed, or Skype him while I eat dinner and study. With the date getting closer, I've been forced to think more and more about him being gone all next semester and about the logistics of him actually leaving. Turns out he will leave right after I go back to school. Convenient, huh? Not. So, I began the hunt to find out who my clinical instructor will be next semester so I could talk to her about the need to miss clinical one week, which, if you go to my nursing school you know is a task next to impossible. I went straight to the source, Dr. Smith-Blair gave it to me straight and gave me some great news...

a) I don't have clinicals on Fridays next semester!! This has NEVER happened to me and is SO great!!! WOO HOO!!
b) I got the Community Health clinical site that I wanted- Tyson!! Yes people, that's THE Tyson, as in Tyson chicken! FUN!
c) My clinical instructor for Community is Mrs. KVJ. At the time, this meant nothing. I only needed her name so that I could do some uark.edu research and find her email address. I was about to make a huge request. I would venture to say this request is virtually unheard of in my line of education...I'm going to ask to miss a week of clinical in order to see Karl off on his deployment.

So, yesterday I emailed KVJ my requests, being sure to include how responsible I am, how I will make up the days in the most convenient way for her, and how sorry I was for starting out the semester with these requests! I fell asleep praying last night, I'm sure each of you can imagine what my cry to The Lord was. It would absolutely crush me to not be able to see Karl off, for the last time we see each other to be when he leaves DFW after his Christmas break...

I woke up this morning to an email from KVJ. I called my mom and immediately started crying, which is kind of a big deal for me, but kind of not when it comes to stuff with Karl (flashback for all my Pi Phi '06 PC readers...picture me in upstairs center hall in my towel while Karl was at basic training...you know where I'm going with this.). Well, her email reads as follows...

"Hannah,

Buy your ticket, we can work with you. I can be available so you can make those two days up on Fridays the two weeks following your absences. I will check with your site but if they are unable to accommodate the Fridays I can find you another clinical site for excellent community experiences on those days if needed. We can deal with the details during clinical orientation or your first week. Happy Holidays and Best Wishes to you and your fiance. KVJ"

I am blown away. She doesn't even know me. She has no idea that I am a good student, that I am responsible, that I turn in all my work on time, that I have made all "A's" in clinical, that I don't like to ask for favors and rarely do. She is my new favorite person. What a huge blessing in my day, my week, my semester. Above all, what a fascinating and fun God I serve. I hate how blown away I am by this. God never fails to hear my hearts desire and go far above my requests, my God shouldn't shock me, He is very clear about who He is and what He desires to do for us and in our lives. I am overwhelmed at the mercy KVJ showed on me today, I feel blessed, happy, joyful, and so so pleased. I am overwhelmed at the God I serve and His ability to hear my heart and soften others. I am overwhelmed.

I'll be home in a few short days. Until then, I hang on to thoughts of things to come, which prompts the following list of delights I'm looking forward to enjoying upon my return home and my respite from academia...

5. No School. I wish each of you, my utterly faithful readers, could truly grasp the significance of this for me. For those of you in and around my daily life or somehow associated with nursing school or the medical field in some way, shape, or form, you probably can. For the rest of you, allow me to paint you a picture...by the time I graduate I will have completed a staggering 1005 clinical hours. Come next Tuesday, I will have completed 143 tests thus far in my college career. I would say that I am not being dramatic with the guesstimate that I have completed 3600 hours of studying hours since freshman year. Nursing school is so stinkin' demanding for the outcome, in my humble opinion.

4. R&R...I'm slowly becoming a little bit more seasoned and picking up on more and more military lingo. R&R is affectionately known as "rest & relaxation" by our servant-hearted military personnel. R&R for me over the next month will lend to much needed sleep, TV watching, PLAYING WITH BILLI (one of the things I look forward to most about going home, even though she sends my allergies off the deep end), blog catch-ups, and eating my mother and father's home cooked food. Speaking of R&R, Karl's going to be getting some of that too! See #1 below...


3. WORK! I know. Call me crazy. Most people would groan and moan over the thought of working over their Christmas break, BUT, I have been graciously accepted back by Covenant Kids, a non-profit foster care and adoption agency that I work for over Summer and Christmas break. It is just the nicest place to spend a few weeks over Christmas, seriously. Great work, great people, great boost to my savings account.

2. I have my first dress fitting the first Saturday that I'm back. I am thrilled. Let me repeat myself, THRILLED, about this. I know we are a little premature for fittings because lets be real here, I'm hoping (like every other glass-half-full bride) to have hit the gym a few more times come August BUT, I'm having my bridal portraits done up here (by, ahem, my obsession) this Spring. So, better hop to with the alterations.


1. KARLLLLLLLLLL!!!! This requires a sublist...


A) I haven't seen this boy since the beginning of October. That is far too long, if you were wondering. Karl is being deployed to Iraq in January and I just am so desiring time with this boy before he goes. I feel blessed we get to spend Christmas with each other.

B) We will do wonderful things including but not limited to: REGISTER (which I clearly have been excited about for a while now), finalize wedding details with the venue, pick a wedding invitation, finalize our guest list, see a movie (because according to my calculations, we haven't seen one together in almost 18 months), celebrate the birth of our savior, relax.

C) Can't wait to relax with him. In reference to R&R, he needs some of that too. He's a hard worker, he actually ties for first place in the "hardest worker I have ever met" contest. My dad would be the other 1st place winner. I can't wait to serve Karl while he's home...sorry all you feminazi's who read my blog, but if your fiance's hands looked like this after work, you would want to serve him too.


D) Celebrate the start of 2010, which, if you were curious, is the year we are getting married, to each other.

So, may the ghost of finals passed (pun intended) be with you all as you embark upon this finals week and weekend (which, in my humble opinion is just downright sinful. That's right Gammy, we have finals on a Saturday! Throw be a bone Chancellor Gearhart!).

hannah

Finals are looming, as is my arrival back in the grand state of Texas. Naturally my days left in Arkansas are almost outnumbered by the tests I have remaining so, as one can assume, my life has been consumed by studying 20/7...because 2 hours a day for the past three days have been spent doing something I enjoy WAY MORE. That would be Christmas partying. The other 2 were spent photographing my dear friend Leah and her precious fiance, Michael (or "Mike," if you really know him well...like, well, me. Duh). And the last 3 editing their adorable images. Hope you enjoyed a breakdown of my Saturday.

So, as I prepare to (hopefully) successfully end the first semester of my Senior year of college, I am trying to muster up enough motivation to study for my remaining (ahem, 7) exams. Fortunately I have a fireplace to sit by that fuels my fire to stay on The Dean's List, which I'm not sure if my school has, which obviously means I've never been on it.

I digress. The purpose of this post: to share with you the joy of Mike and Leah's engagement shoot! I had so much fun taking their pictures yesterday and am so blessed to have gotten to do so. So, enjoy, because I enjoy dabbling as Madame Nikon every once in a while...

What I love: The theory behind this mask.
What I don't love: The nasty man who dons it.

You know, I would like to give a short blog shout-out to all of my loyal readers who boldly proclaim the name of Dynasty Living by:
a) Commenting on my posts. Thank you, Noel, my one loyal commenter.
b) Publicly follow me. Hey, its cool that you have nothing to say but at least I know you're out there in cyber world following me
or
c) people like Gammy. She may not have mastered the technical art of the "following" or "commenting" that I speak of, but hey, her phone call to praise the name of my blog was more than sufficient.

To the rest of you, shall I say, phantom readers, please continue to enjoy my posts. I hope you secretly delight in each and every one of them. May you someday choose to brighten the day of this smug author and come out of your dark world-wide-web alley.

UPDATE: I won't go into detail, but please see above photo for proof of my most recent car work...need I repeat myself, I. can't. wait. to. never. get. greasy. again.

All the time I am so ready to have a man in my life every single day. Maybe that sentence didn't make sense to each of you, let me explain...I am engaged to the most hunky, perfect, do-it-all man in the whole world. He can change tires and oil, move the hugest piece of furniture by himself, clean a bathroom immaculately without breaking a sweat, bake a dozen cookies to perfection, build and upholster the most gorgeous headboard you've ever seen, refinish furniture flawlessly, lay tile, rehang lighting and fans...people, be amazed, this is The Karl Burton we're talking about. As fabulous as he is, I have had to live without him in my daily life for the past 2 1/2 years. We have had a long distance relationship since day 1 of our dating career and I couldn't be more ready for the "long distance" part to be done! Back to Karl's list of things he is great at...I have yet to benefit from the list in it's entirety. I have learned to become an I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T woman over the course of my 4 years up here at school. Allow me to humor myself and share with you the morning I endured...

I went home for Thanksgiving via the plane ticket my parents graciously bought me (if you've never made the drive from Fayetteville to Arlington, don't. It's 6 full hours of misery.). Naturally I left my car keys at home in Texas and didn't realize it until after my flight back to Arkansas when I turned my phone on to see the onslaught of texts from my parents reading, "don't get on the plane! left keys!" and "take later flight! keys here at home!" Too late. And onset of crying. But the good news is that I had a spare key. The bad news is that my car alarm won't let me start my car until I unlock my car with the remote, which is in Texas, which makes the fact that I have a spare key irrelevant. Let me just cut to the chase here. Picture me, on speakerphone with Car Toys in Arlington (the genius' behind my car alarm that wouldn't stop going off), with my head underneath my pedals trying to figure out how to obliterate the alarm system. This is like putting Bruce Jenner in Neimans and leaving him in charge of registering Khloe for all of her wedding gifts. Bad. So, naturally, I stole my car today. I, Hannah Cuppett, queen of all things non-greasy, non-car, non-electrical, disengaged my car alarm and stole my own car today.

How 'bout a round of applause?

So, back to my original point...As nice as it's been to be all "girl power" and independent woman, I'm over it. I've pat myself on the back for changing my own car battery, at night, in the Pi Phi parking lot, with a flashlight in my mouth, using my Sorority Sister's floral tool kit. I've held my head high for putting air in my own tires. I've treated myself to Braum's for disengaging my car alarm and then hooking it back up. I've indulged in a shopping trip for jumping my car, twice, and Jill's car, once. And the list goes on. As the saying goes, "Don't knock it 'till you've tried it." Well, i've tried it. And I'm knocking it. Knocking it off my list of things to try and knocking it off my list of things I want to do in the future.

I CAN'T WAIT TILL KARL CAN DO MAN STUFF FOR ME, because I'm tired of doing it myself. Amen.

Noteworthy things about my day...

-I chugged my Route 44 Diet Cherry Vanilla Coke because I was craving a maraschino cherry. There wasn't a cherry to be had. I specifically asked that Sonic ensure one was lovingly put into my cup. Awesome

-I'm missing my last home football game as a college student to study incontinence in the older adult. Also, awesome.

-Currently listening to the rereleased "Fearless" album by Taylor Swift. Goosebumps. Actual and literal goosebumps. Praise God for this delightful little thing. I want to pocket size her. Also want to high five Joe Jonas for being such a tool bag. Call me heartless but I just can't live without the new piano version of "Forever & Always."


-Last time I went grocery shopping I bought a frozen Chicken Cordon Bleu Pasta Casserole for $6.00. I finished it off today as I ate on it for the third time. Shout out to my dad for teaching me how to eat cheap!!

-Spent a lot of time looking at pictures, wishing I were anywhere but in the middle of academia. Along the same lines, I think it's OK for me to wish this, I mean, doesn't everyone while they are in school? If one more person tells me to "enjoy it while I can," I will explode. Better yet, I'll open up my peanut butter & jelly sandwich and smash it around in their hair like K.M. (identity protection) did when I was in fifth grade because I said "Furby" when he told me not to. So, take that all you working, non-collegiate, business professionals who wish you were in school! In reference to the above mentioned pictures I enjoyed browsing through today, allow me to include my most current favorite of the hunkiest guy I know...


-Along the lines of both Taylor Swift and pictures, I recently made a comment to my roommates and Keith about Taylor looking like the hottest little deer. OK, poor wording, impala would be a more appropriate animal comparison. Someone please agree with me. I'm so right. See proof below taken on my most recent excursion to Africa...


-Remember the construction incessantly going on outside my house? My roommates and I socked it to the big man when we carved our initials in the freshly laid concrete. Someone call the cops, I'm a felon.

-I stayed in my pajamas all day today, for the fourth day in a row.

So, go buy the Taylor Swift CD, and enjoy but don't dance dirty.

Someone alert the Griswold's..there's competition in the neighborhood. My roommates and I decorated for, ahem, Christmas last night. Before you judge me, please recognize that as a college student, we only get to enjoy about a week and a half of December in our precious begging-for-Christmas-decorations cottage before we go home for the holidays. So, as I sit here pecking away at my keyboard, Frank Sinatra's Christmas Collection is, naturally, joyfully playing in the background. (Sidenote, not only is Sinatra playing in the background but so is Jorge's crew's music which is obnoxiously blaring from their Ford outside my house. Obviously the construction in the aforementioned post is still a storm being weathered by yours truly.)


So, needless to say, I had to pray for forgiveness upon my return from Hobby Lobby last night after an hour and half of lusting through the Christmas aisles. I absolutely cannot wait to decorate mine and Karl's house for each and every holiday. I may or may not have asked him earlier this week what my holiday decorating stipend would be come next October...

Fortunately the three of us have similar taste in Christmas decorations, nothing tacky, everything classy, mostly glittery. Instead of buying a tree, we painted one! Delightfully sized, perfectfully painted in "Christmas Green," and lovingly hung by Charis' boo, Keith, our Christmas tree smiles upon my roommates and I from above.

Next, our mantle. Praise The Lord for our fireplace and it's sister, the mantle. The mantle is the new and transient home to a lot of gold ribbon and garland that is the perfect mix of sequins and chic Christmas black. PS, if you haven't heard, black and silver are the new red and green. I swear.


Please enjoy the following pictures, the time is ripe and the weather is cool. So go make some hot chocolate, wish you were as creative as my beautiful roomates, and stop by the cottage for a complimentary picture with Holiday Head, our bald, androgynous, glass head that we affectionately decorate for each and every holiday, event, and season.

UPDATE: the concrete busting just set off a car alarm, I kid not.

I am trying really hard to focus and study right now. I have a huge test in less than 24 hours. My grade is absolutely dependent on my performance. Here are my exact thought processes, verbatim, right at this very moment. Somebody bring me some Adderall.

Really, how many extra points on the test will I really get by studying for the next 8 hours or so? Not that many I'm sure. It's totally not even worth it. Also not worth it, the wedding day countdown off of my Facebook profile, which I am deleting, stat. Time has never moved so slowly, this is getting ridiculous. Speaking of dignity, how much of that stuff would I lose by going ahead and changing my last name on Facebook to "Burton?" Too soon? Ok. Shame.ful. At least wait till its legally your name. Dignity, remember? Don't be "that girl." Also shameful, the noise going on outside right now. Do I still know enough spanish from high school to go outside and ask the workers to stop busting up concrete? I mean, I'm trying to study here, have some decency. I should google 'shades of yellow & grey.' Maybe then people won't question my wedding colors because I can be so stinking specific with them it will blow their minds." Done. Taupe Grey and Golden. Don't ask again. I also really like Ecru...I wonder how much my mom will hate me if I change my mind to this Ecru biznasty?

Dear Lord, please make me a sponge so I absorb all the Maternal/Child information I possible can here in the next 8 hours. Give. me. focus.
Amen.

No, I'm not enjoying Vegas right now. My fiance on the other hand is. I am stuck in northwest Arkansas scrubbing afterbirth off of newborn babies...PTL for Johnson & Johnson. Here is a quick rundown on my week thus far on my nursery rotation: I've been peed on, helped to remove the extra finger on both hands of a baby, allowed my finger to double as a pacifier during a circumcision, watch Jill almost pass out while observing a birth, and melt at the sound of a little D.I.V.A. in the making purring while I washed her hair. Die. (I died, not the baby). My cousin, Lincoln, had the best idea...she keeps track of her husband's med school rotation preferences on her blog. Idea officially stolen. Maybe this will give me motivation to actually use my degree when I graduate...

Unfinished business: Karl is in Vegas for the next two weeks "working." Just kidding, he really is working hard! I'm so proud of his work ethic and how he chooses to serve the grand ol' US of A but hopefully he'll get to play some in the next couple of weeks, while I happen to be marooned in the fishbowl of the hospital rubbing iodine on slimy umbilical cords and making sure that each baby doesn't have "ambiguous" gender.

New business: I had the best week with Lincoln in Little Rock and then with both Lincoln and John once we got up here on Friday!! Needless to say, two Davis' are always better than one. I'll add pictures later but Lincoln and I had so much fun planning the florals for the wedding! Also, Absolutely pining over the new Levi's Capital E "Vintage" Napa Leather Bomber Jacket, black please. Feel free to send me one. I'm trying to be friends with the owner of Bloomingdale's or something.



Old business that never gets old: MY NEW 2010 PLANNER!!!! I'm dying over this. Seriously. OK, if you know me at all, you know that I live for list making, planning my life, and just writing things down in general. Fact: I am a control freak. Therefore, I love to plan my life. Side note/fact: God also loves blowing my plans up, I'm sure it's oh so funny. OK, spent way too much money on this planner BUT, Lincoln had a good point, 2010 is going to be a big year for me! So worth the $$.$$ that I spent. Go ahead and drool, just don't drip on my metallic amethyst MyAgenda

The craziest weekend, 2 weeks ago, that is. Let me just say that my weekend was kicked off by one the best nights of my college career. Yes, thats right. I spent 3 hours at 21st amendment on Dickson enjoying my first "night out" in Fayetteville. Maybe I'm just fresh and naiive on the Dickson scene, or maybe, the 50+ year old man that enjoyed a spin around the dance floor with me and 6 of my friends made my night worth living for? They are probably both relatively accurate, although I'd like to think that the latter is a better description of where my Thursday night joy stemmed from. To say it was a great night is an understatement. I felt like Sandy from Grease in my oversized black cardigan and boots, coming out of my shell and dancing with a 50 year old potential swinger after turning down an oversized foreign man down after his proposal to dance with me. Call me Sasha Fierce. I'm a Dickson Street regular, I have signature dance moves that would make you blush and a closet full of going out clothes. Dangerous. Thats what they call me.

This Saturday kicked off Pi Phi's Centennial & Balfour Celebration. AND, obviously, it wouldn't be a Pi Phi weekend without one additional humongous event stuck on our list of obligations. So, naturally it was also initiation! The weekend was full of wise and eternally devoted Pi Phis of pledge classes from many decades ago. All I know is that Pi Phi used to serve cigarettes to the rushees during rush! The Surgeon General would die. Saturday night Senior Pizza party was bomb. Please refer to our "rainbow pictures." Emmy's shirt said it best, Dia Del Pi Phi.



On Sunday, a star was born. Thats me. My alter ego, Madame Nikon, came into the world. I spent a couple of hours shooting Mark and Taylor's save the date pictures. Basically, I should've been wearing a baret, talking about coffee, and scheming to turn my bathroom into a dark room the whole time. I'm pretty much an artist now, thanks to my muses the future Kellas. Go ahead and commission me.





Monday=the day my leg hair grew at lightning speed. Why? Step show. Goosebumps. Pi Beta Phi is the holy grail of all things step. I was inspired, in awe, dying in my seat. Needless to say, our theme was "Diva," each girl channeled Beyonce/Sasha Fierce and stepped their high/poofed ponytails nearly off their heads. The nail polish was glitter, the eyeshadow charcoal, and the outfit a leotard. I nearly passed out. Nix that, I passed out in my head. I absolutely love step show. *BOAST ALERT*...I think that Pi Phi is the classiest, most wonderful sorority.

I thought my dream grocery trip should be documented.
If caloric intake were a non-issue, I would consume the following on a weekly basis:
Cheetos Spirals
Cashews
Toaster Streudals (Cherry)
Honey Smacks with 2% milk
Club Crackers
Dr. Pepper...not diet, nope. Not in this world.
Twizzlers
Pringles (original, duh.)
Hersheys Cookies 'n' Creme bar(s)
Oreos
Bleu cheese
US Weekly & People, every single week.
Riesling wine, cheaper=better
Planters cheese balls, which I think aren't even produced anymore
Pumpkin Pie
Caramel Apple Pops
Ice Cream sandwiches
Chex Mix, traditional...always.
Chicken Broth...the higher the sodium, the more delightful
Holiday Creamers
Anything friable