3 weeks out is a perfect time to start looking for Valentines gifts my friends. Before you think I’m an over achiever who’s bombarding you with V-day love before it’s even the short month, think of this: Two weeks average shipping on anything you buy, right? That’s a few days to shop and consider and a few days to buy something different if you open it and think, wtf? I can’t give them this!
Here’s a few of my personal suggestions:
A Jane Austen love mug for your literary beau, belle or bestie.
For the internet guru or busy television junkie a Reddit Gold or HuluPlus subscription is major. Print out the subscription certificate and stick it in a card with a sweet note. They’ll remember their valentine all year-long.
For those of you in climates actually experiencing Winter, a cozy scarf with a tiny personally heart stitched in the underside gives you the excuse to tell them they can carry your heart with them. Yes. I got that cutesy. No regrets.
Hope these sparked a few ideas for you! Happy Monday!
Truth, I’ve missed you. I’m stressed to the max right now, but as a pledge to get back to blogging here is a list of things I’m looking at right now to keep from punching people in the face, just to help you relate.
These last couple weeks I’ve been whipped around left and right. Meeting girls I think will become good friends and being thrown out of my comfort zone on fifteen new different levels. One thing that isn’t new and hasn’t changed, is my deep-rooted appreciation for Southern Hospitality.
I love inviting people over, offering a drink and a store-bought baked good. I like saying “hello” and” how are you” to the people I pass on the sidewalk. I will always offer to treat a friend who’s low on cash when we’re out to lunch.
So when I got to college what I didn’t expect were the persnickety. The ones who invite you over but don’t want you to sit on their bed. Those who make you ask for a drink or eat in front of company. The hostesses that huff if you drop a crumb on their “pristine” tile floor.
Inside I’m seething; “come on, get over yourself“. On the outside, I’m politely watching the clock for the moment when it’s okay to leave. Of course, I’m not suggesting we all become bubbly entertainer wives in swishing hoop skirts but, if you’re settling into a new dorm on campus be aware of the persnickety.
Take their over the top pet peeves and idiosyncrasies with a grain of salt, and try to hang out in your own room, or the common room when possible. After all, you never know the story behind their strange and annoying ways.
You may have noticed a peppy little counter in the bottom corner of ECE that exclaims (currently) 8 more days until Move In Day! I am pumped. I’ve started packing, Do It Yourself-ing, and making to-do lists galore. What I haven’t prepared for is that one freaking girl that gets on my last damn nerve.
She’s outwardly perfect, of course. In her vineyard vines frock and madden girl wedges, not one hair is out of place. She’s also one of these types that doesn’t need an invitation to come and have lunch/dinner with you. She comes, plops her tiny ass down, and starts probing into your life. Asking questions and then chuckling to herself after your every word. Imagine that scene in Mean Girls when Cady considers how things would be handled in animal world and she launches herself across the table at Regina. Yeah, that’s how I feel about this one.
Now Finally I know how to handle her. :) Enjoy my friends, enjoy. Also, beware of adult language and topics.