Song of the Day- ROARRRR

Friday, August 30, 2013

Can you guess? It's Katy Perry's new song "Roar".  I'm normally not a Katy Perry fan but I'm completely obsessed with this song right now. To quote Pitch Perfect, "It's my lady jam". Get out there and be bold! Show the world your Roar! Happy Friday!!



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I used to be Hispanic

Thursday, August 29, 2013



It’s weird to me to think that new people I meet don’t know that I used to be Hispanic.  Okay, not actually Hispanic of course but I was that tan.  15 minutes, every day, for years.  I’d take breaks here and there but if I started to notice myself fading to white- it was back to the beds.  I loved being tan- LOVED it.  Honestly I think I look sick when I’m as pale as I am now.  I think that’s why I started tanning in the first place.  It wasn’t that everyone else was doing it; none of the girls I hung out with in high school really fake-baked unless it was pre-prom or homecoming season.  I remember coming back from a trip to Galveston my junior year and really liking the way I looked with that summer “glow”.  When it started fading I liked what I saw in the mirror less so I came up with a solution for the tan to never go away.  It’s genius really.

Except for how horribly bad for you UV tanning beds are!  And I wanted to be a dermatologist?!  During college I interned with a dermatologist and every day she would scold me and pull out pictures from her med school text books of skin cancer and age spots.  Sometimes she’d even ask the patients during an exam to lecture me on how they ruined their skin by tanning and laying out with their bodies basted in baby oil.   Didn’t matter what any of them said though, I loved my Jersey Shore-esque tan.  Plus I really love the feeling of being baked (I’m such a weirdo).  Sometimes during the ridiculous Texas summers when it would get to like 110 degrees in my parked car, I would get in and wait to turn on the AC.  I’d spend the first 2 or 3 minutes just sitting in the heat, relaxing for a little bit in the oven my car had become.  It’s seriously the best feeling.  But then the heat stroke sets in and I’d have to crank the AC up to ultra-high.

So why did I stop?  1- That crap got expensive! 2- I became obsessed with the pale goddess that is Zooey Deschanel and thought, if she can do it then maybe I can?! And 3- I am not one of those people who is going to age gracefully.  I freak out every time I find a gray hair (yes, they’re starting already!) and I often whine about the laugh lines on my face.   Yeah, yeah laugh lines are good… they show the world you enjoy life and have fun… blah blah blah I WANT THEM GONE!!!  I’ve never regretted the decision to stop fake-baking but sometimes when I’m getting ready in the morning I miss not having to use bronzer.   I also still think I look better with a tan; it’s just that now I value my long term appearance more than how a tan may make me look when I’m in my twenties.

If you use the beds to tan, I’d recommend giving it up.  So not worth it in the long run.  And if you love to be outside like me, then invest in some SPF.  My skin may be slightly transparent now but it’s easier to spray tan everyone once in a while then to hide dark sun spots on your face with makeup!

Me and the bestie :) No filter here, just years of tanning. I'm even wearing the same sweater!


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When it rains, it pours!

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

I have been so busy lately! I never thought I would be too busy to write a blog but I’m so at that point! Between work and sorority recruitment at Montevallo I’ve barely had any time to breathe! I haven’t done laundry in a lot longer than I’m willing to admit, Bizzy is openly mad at me (I know this because when I come home she has her little puppy-bum facing the front of her kennel instead of her smiling face) and last night was the first time I’d gone to the grocery store since the Farmers Market a few weekends ago! I’m not complaining though, I absolutely love being busy. I just wish that things wouldn’t happen all at once. A month ago I would have killed to have something to do after work other than walk my dog and now I don’t even have time to take her on walks! I’ve been taking the monster to Doggie Day Care during the day since I’m gone all night!

I wonder why that is. Why is it that everything seems to happen at once? Can’t I just have a steady stream of things to do throughout the year? Or maybe I should start rescheduling things. Sorry work, I have a lot of recruitment stuff going on the next few weeks- I’m going to move you to next month. Hahaha! If only. Working in Marketing means deadlines that come out of nowhere. One day I come in to the office already frantic knowing how much I have to get done by the end of the week. Other days I think “Oh, today will be nice and calm”.  Right then some huge crisis hits and I then spend the rest of the day running around like a chicken with it’s head cut off! Actually, forget the working in Marketing line… I think that’s basically how life is.

Such a tough thing for us planners who live for ordered lists. Weeks like this one I just leave my day-book at home since I’m too busy to write in it anyways. I feel so rebellious without it! What night am I bulk making spaghetti? Who knows! When can I get to the Laundromat? NEVERRRR!!!!! I hadn’t thought of it before but I guess there is a plus side to the saying “when it rains, it pours”… getting to play in the downpour!


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Hunting, not Shopping

Thursday, August 22, 2013



Things got a bit out of hand at J.Crew Factory yesterday.  Shopping at the regular versions of my fave stores is already bad because I tend to fall in love with everything I try on but at the outlet/factory versions of the same stores shopping turns into hunting.  I am no longer a lady, I am a soldier on a mission.  My mission?  Get to that dress before the hag across the aisle reaches it. (I’m sure she wasn't a hag… still on an adrenaline high)

Yesterday I was especially motivated because the adorable guy working the front door uber complimented me.  Before even saying “Hi” he goes “Oh my gosh, thank goodness it’s someone who isn’t afraid of color!” (Teal cardi, safety green blouse, black skirt, leopard flats, coral/gold earrings- it worked, I promise) He’s a sneaky little guy… totes knew what he was doing.  After that compliment I was like, Dang- now I have to buy a bunch to prove to him how stylish I really am!  Well played sir, well played.

Let’s be serious though, I didn’t need any additional motivation.  The huntress was on the prowl and the jewelry section was staring right at me.  I die for J.Crew jewelry.  It lives right on the border between you’ve-got-to-be-kidding-gaudy and yes-I’ll-wear-you-daily-fabulous.  And I can NEVER afford the stuff at normal J.Crew so that’s why I flip out at the Factory.  Clothes and stuff aren’t that much cheaper at the Factory unless you catch a special sale.

Enough waiting, here are my kills:

The ones that got away:
Factory ponte dress in velvet dotFactory Olive cap toe pumps

Luckily, the impact of yesterday’s spoils on my bank account is enough to keep me away for a while.  I got wicked deals but I’ve got lots planned for this fall and I really am serious about cutting costs.  I mean, I’m still me though… I couldn’t expect myself to not go to the opening of a new outlet shop so close to me, right? Right. I forgive myself… phew.


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NSYNC Week- Tuesday Song of the Day

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

13 years ago. I still squeal like the little 13 year old I was then. I can't wait for Sunday!!



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Farmer's Market and The Nick

Monday, August 19, 2013



I don’t normally talk about my weekends because they’re typically pretty uneventful.  Hiking if it’s not raining, making groceries (as my NOLA family would say), reading if it is raining, and lately- crafting for DG recruitment.  However, this weekend I actually ventured out into the world and interacted with someone other than my dog.

Saturday morning I went to a really great Farmer’s Market with my cousin and his awesome girlfriend.  I especially like this Farmer’s Market because these guys are the real deal.  Like, the people who pull the sweet potatoes from the ground are the people who stand behind the table and take your money.  They can answer any and all questions that newbies like me may have and not treat me like an idiot for asking. Ex: “Why are your squash so much smaller than Whole Food's?”

Plus, my cousin is a chef at a super yummy restaurant in town called Little Savannah and his girlfriend works for The Urban Food Project so I was basically walking around with celebrities.   I bought all the fruits and veggies I need for the week for $27, supported my local small businesses, met some really cool people, and learned how to tell when a peach is ripe all before noon on Saturday!  Very successful. 

Afterwards, Bizz and I went to a really pretty Nature Trail just a few minutes from my house that runs beside this picturesque babbling creek called Shades Creek.  I’ve been wanting to visit this one mountain nearby but decided that hiking an unfamiliar trail with a high chance of rain may not be the brightest idea. 

Saturday night I decided to take my first stab at going out alone in my new town.  (I’m not a big clubber/bar type of person so don’t let it surprise you that I haven’t already investigated the local scene.)  There is this bar a few blocks from my apartment that is kind of infamous in Bham called The Nick Rocks or just “The Nick”.  Sketchy is an understatement to describe the outside but it’s packed every weekend-night and I often see people walk-of-shaming their way home on Saturday and Sunday mornings so to me that means it’s gotta be a good time.

I was just looking to test the waters so I threw on something like I would have worn out in College Station and stopped by The Nick for a quick drink.  There was a really awful band playing but the bartender swore better ones were going to come on later.  It wasn’t as sketchy inside as it looked outside but I’m totes never going there by myself for the whole night.  Also, I'm gonna have to do better recon next time before I go out because I looked like a prissy betch sitting at the bar compared to everyone else in there... and I was wearing Chucks if that gives you any indication as to the crowd.  My goal for the week is to convince someone to go out with me downtown this weekend.  From what I’ve learned in my 4 months here so far I’m sure it’s gonna be quite different from what I’m used to.


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Football Song of the Day- Go Texans and Geaux Saints!

It's no secret that I love football. Like, I LOVE football. I can't believe I moved to a state with no NFL team! On my way to work this morning, still grinning from my Texans and Saints winning this weekend and then I hear this awesome motown song come on the mix Radio Station called "Backfield in Motion". I'm sorry... Oldies AND football?! Yes! Such a great way to start out the week.



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Bizzy's Free Pass

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

My dog has earned herself 1 VERY LARGE free pass.  This free pass is good for no chastisement when she next commits treason in our home.  Pees on my bed? Chews on my one-of-a-kind vintage record player box? Jumps up on the table and eats my veggie burrito? Vomits aforementioned burrito on my bed? (A lot of her crimes happen on my bed apparently) No scolding.  Not even a stink eye.  What did she do to deserve this? She saved my life from a cockroach.

Bizz doesn’t normally catch bugs.  June bugs freak her out and she chases them all over the apartment but she'd never actually get her prissy paws on one of them.  Whenever I’ve been the first to come across a cucaracha in the apartment I scream, run away, then have to buck up and put on my bug squashing shoes.  Meanwhile, Bizzy runs and jumps on my bed and literally puts herself under the covers.  Then when I’m done I have to go over and comfort her until her Chihuahua half calms down and lets the Jack Russell half resurface.  Now can you see why I’m so excited that she actually caught one? I’m hoping she understood my excessive praise right after it happened and is now Bizzy, Cockroach hunter.


I think I actually squealed "and you totally redeemed yourself" during my post-killing happy dance

She didn’t actually kill the beast though… just cornered it and Lassie-style alerted me to the situation so that I could do the squashing.  It was so close to my bedroom.  If she hadn’t caught it, the tiny demon 100% would have crawled it’s nasty self under my door while I was sleeping.  Oh. My. Gosh.  I just shivered.  Yeah, she totes deserves this free pass. 



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Free Money! (kinda)

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

I don’t remember who first told me about Unclaimed Property but if I did I would plug them here for being so awesome.  Unclaimed property according to the National Association of Unclaimed Property Administrators (NAUPA) website:
“refers to accounts in financial institutions and companies that have had no activity generated or contact with the owner for one year or a longer period. Common forms of unclaimed property include savings or checking accounts, stocks, uncashed dividends or payroll checks, refunds, traveler's checks, trust distributions, unredeemed money orders or gift certificates (in some states), insurance payments or refunds and life insurance policies, annuities, certificates of deposit, customer overpayments, utility security deposits, mineral royalty payments, and contents of safe deposit boxes.”

Companies who are unable to locate the person they need to return monies to are obligated by law to turn over those amounts to the state who then continues to try and find you.  Doesn’t seem like they try that hard to me but no matter, that’s what these Unclaimed Property websites are for.  Each state (and Quebec, BC and Alberta in Canada) have their own websites for you to search.  If you’ve ever lived there, you should do a search!  I found my dad $15 from the very first house my parents owned together in Louisiana and we haven’t lived there in 25 years!
We were a bit hesitant at first, especially since they ask for your Social Security number and most states make you mail in a hard copy form to prove you are the property owner.  When I first did a search in Texas, I found a couple of different properties that were owed to me from the electric and cable companies in College Station.  It wasn’t very much money, $30 maybe, but still- that is MY money and I want it! I don’t know how long each state will hold on to unclaimed property but eventually they auction off some types and I’m sure after enough time they just take the money for the state.  Yeah, not my money Texas, sorry! It can be a substantial amount of money... 1 friend found a combined $600 from various places she lived all over the country spanning the past 40 years! And I just found my bestie’s brother $2k!  I really want to hear how that one turns out.  Hmmm maybe I should ask for a finder’s fee :)

So basically you should all go to www.unclaimed.org.  They have links to each state’s official Unclaimed Property websites and can help convince the skeptics out there.  I’m always, ALWAYS hesitant about giving out my SSN so I’m going to urge you to be careful in this.  I’m sure some creep out there has figured out a way to ruin this.  If it makes you more comfortable you can call your state comptroller’s office to actually talk to a person about Unclaimed Property (that’s the contact in Texas and Louisiana at least).  I mean, it’s free money.  YOUR money.

Good luck friends!

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BIG news!!

Thursday, August 8, 2013



Big news for me at least.  And I bet it’s like death to the generation below me. I cancelled my Internet and TV this morning!  If you know me a little you’re probably like, wow that’s drastic.  If you know me a lot you’re probably like WHAT?! AN ALIEN HOST HAS TAKEN OVER BETH’S BODY AND WE HAVE TO SAVE HER!!!!  Don’t worry… it’s still me, I promise.  Why would my close friends and family react that way? Well I basically watch every show on TV.  During the fall my life revolves around which night of the week my different shows are on.  No, I can’t do anything on Thursday- I’m busy…. Yeah, busy watching Grey’s Anatomy, New Girl, The Office, The Mindy Project, etc. (why do so many good shows come on the same night?!) Want to get dinner on Monday? Sorry, I have other plans…. Other plans with Rick Castle and Dr. Temperance Brennan.

I think I’ve just explained why I decided to do this.  I watch too much TV.  It started after college when I was so happy to finally have freedom from homework and has snowballed since.  Plus, I watch most of my TV shows on Netflix and Hulu now and I have an extremely impressive movie collection known as Bethbuster.  My beautiful TV sits there sadly, unused (except for the occasional DVD) collecting dust while I pay $135 each month.  That’s so much money that I could be spending on clothes, trips, a new MK purse or I guess bills.

And cutting off the internet is basically just a casualty by association.  TV and internet are a bundled package so if I were to keep just the internet it would still be $55 a month.  That’s a lot of moula to troll celebrity gossip websites, watch some online TV and life-window shop on Pinterest.  Also, I can do all of those things on my cell phone!  I always make fun of my dad for having an iPhone, iPad, iPod shuffle (or scuttle as he calls it), lap top, desk top computer and numerous TVs in the house with an occupancy of 2.  I realized the other day that on a much, much smaller and less ridiculous scale- I’m kind of doing the same thing.  I have an iPhone (2 actually but 1 is for work only) so I don’t NEED all of the other stuff.  Not when I’m trying to cut costs and there is a restaurant with free Wifi 5 blocks away that I can blog from.

In my new free time I’m going to go to the gym more, read more (since I’m always whining that I don’t have enough time to read), study for the GMAT and hang out with the fabulous new friends I’ve made since I moved here.  What do y’all think… am I crazy?

Dear TV friends,

After many years together I feel we need to take a break.  You all live fabulously exciting lives while I sit in front of a light up box and eat yogurt covered pretzels.  Our relationship is one sided and I just need some time away.  I’ll always remember you fondly and will probably wind up buying your whole season when it comes out next year.  So you see, we will be together again someday.

Until then-


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Song of the Day

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Man has this been a morning. I dropped my blow dryer in the toilet so I have to go to work with wet hair. Then Bizzy got freaked out by the landscape guys working outside my window and knocked my lap top off my bed. He's dead for the moment. So since I can't post the blog I've been working on- you get a happy song! I need a happy song to rub off on me and keep me positive today. It's only Tuesday, can't have it feeling like Thursday already.




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