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Move Over, Carrie is a whenever-I-feel-like-it weekend series of The Unreal Life. No pictures. No GIFS. Just straight up (hopefully) witty, sociological discussion about modern relationships.
Let's talk about something that's been on my mind all week. Because let's face it, people with intense guilt complexes let things percolate for probably longer than they should.
Where is the line between being demanding and having self-respect?
In my relationships, I find that what the boy calls "demanding," I usually see as "No, I just know that I'm worth it." I know that I push boys to make very outright, obvious actions of their intentions/affections. If you like me, if you want me...show me.
And this lands me in hot water 90% of the time. Boys these days are very, very laid back (or maybe just the ones I'm attracted to?). They see my expectations for being pursued as demanding. I see it as having self-respect. I know I'm great. Do you? I respect myself enough to not continue dating someone who can't show me that he understands he's got a great person (And vice versa. I would not expect someone to keep dating me if I didn't show them that I appreciated the awesome person they are. Of course not.).
Where is the line between being demanding and having self-respect?
In today's society, is "being pursued" out-dated and no longer practiced?
Do you expect boys to show you they like you before you continue pursuing a relationship, or do you roll with the flow and think that will come with time?
Sound off! Your comments on Move Over, Carrie are my absolute favorites!!
I hope you enjoy this series as much as I do! Thanks for reading!
August 23, 2013
1. Make sure everything is in easy reach. Take time before you push that little stick thing into drive to make sure everything is appropriately spread out. This includes food, phone chargers, TomTom chargers, toll money, etc. You shouldn't have to dig for anything. Safety first!
2. Don't deny yourself. 42 ounce soda? Get it. Remember, the journey is the destination. Or whatever that quote says. Basically, enjoy yourself! The road trip isn't just your vehicle to the vacation...it IS your vacation!
3. Think ahead. Will you need a sugary snack in about an hour? Think ahead, purchase it with your lunch. Don't waste time stopping unnecessarily.
4. Embrace truck stops. They are an untapped resource of ultimate entertainment.
5. Sing your heart out. You have hours upon hours to be Beyonce, Rhianna, Kelly Clarkson, or whoever you want. You ARE Beyonce. You ARE an American Idol winner. Sing it girl.
That's all I got! Over and out! Follow me on Instagram for photos of my beautiful island getaway!
Introducing the lovely Brooks of Cotton and Boots. Here's the thing. When I first saw Brooks' ad purchase came through, my hands shook a little bit. That's what they don't tell you about sponsoring. It's stressful. I love Brooks and her blog so much, that I got nervous that I wouldn't be able to do her justice. I need everyone to read it. Because once you do, you will fall head over heels with her.
When people talk about "bloggy friendships," I think of Brooks. She has become my right hand, go to lady who I gchat, tweet and Facebook stalk e'ry day (sorry, Nick). I absolutely adore her. So, take a gander at her little spotlight...and then take a gander at her adorable, sweet, genuine, personable blog and see the best thing since Alabama's last national championship (loooove you Brooks).
I'm just a southern girl living the nomad life, on an adventure to becoming a Mrs. Come visit and you'll see our adventures, learn a bit about nothing, and maybe even be inspired. Grab what ever tickles your fancy and stop by!
Well, we're already living together, so that crosses that answer off. I suppose what I'm most excited about is to see where we are going. Living the nomad life (thanks a lot, construction), we have no idea where we will go next. So, I'm excited for our unknown adventures to be had!
What's the meaning behind your blog title 'Cotton and Boots'?
It's a vague one, isn't it? When I first started into the crazy blog world, I wanted to document my wedding planning. But, in all seriousness, who wants to read just that? No one. So it's evolved a bit. Cotton and Boots are what I'm incorporating into the wedding, a staple in the South, and what I'd wear every day, if I could.
What's one of your guilty pleasures?
Now that I'm this health kick? Coke Icees. Oh man, I could drink one every day and be a happy girl.
List one more fact that we really need to know about you.
My eyes are different colors. Gasp - say what?! Yeah, you can't really tell that much.. but they are. One's green and the other's blue. It depends on the day when you see the difference. Your world is completely changed now, right?
Dear 16 Year Old Me (seriously...it will make you say aww out loud no matter where you are)
My Body Is Not Perfect (preach it sista)
Country Slang 101 (also named Giggle 101)
August 22, 2013
Road trip essentials: veggie snack chips? We'll see...
It's no secret that I'm obsessed with road trips and with the awesome goodness of gas station snacks. So, could Green Giant Veggie Chips curb my snack attacks and keep me on the road and out of the 9 million truck stops I passed? Answer: yes.
What I liked best about these chips is that they actually make you feel full. They taste great, they're crunchy and flavorful...but after one handful, I was done. And I liked that. Unlike a traditional bag of chips, you really do feel like you're just done after one handful.
So, if you're looking for a healthy alternative snacking choice, keep Green Giant Veggie Chips in mind next time you're at the store. They stood the road trip test.
Have you tried Green Giant Veggie Chips?
Dip them in something yummy?
If so, share any recipes below!
August 21, 2013
Today I have the most beautiful and witty Sevi from Ware is the Vodka. I truly have enjoyed getting to know Sevi this month, and love how she keeps it real in all her posts. She's got sass, and then some.
Howdy Unreal Life Fans! I’m Sevi and I’m the lady in charge over at Ware is the Vodka?!? I do hope that you drop on by, have a drink, and if you like to sew…check out a project or two from my blog. I promise you, I don’t disappoint (or at least I like to think that). Huge shout out to Autumn for having me guest post! This is my first guest post and I’m a little nervous and jittery at where even to begin. I couldn’t have a better first time opportunity with anyone else, because as unreal as Autumn’s life may be she is an absolute doll.
I’m about to get real with you on The Unreal Life. There are two people in life that I firmly believe we are on a first name basis and would be the best friends ever, Beyonce and Oprah. You see, like Beyonce and Oprah, I am pretty phenomenal. Slowly, I am waiting for my big break to sit on a yacht with Bey, Jay, Little BIC, Oprah, and Stedman enjoying fine wines and decadent meals.
Imagine the distraught when I got word that someone (in case you missed it) didn’t know who Oprah Winfrey was. I was sad for them, it’s freaking OPRAH.
Then it dawned on me that Oprah was trying to contemplate buying a $38,000 handbag…. Is it made of gold? Do they skin the hide right there in front of you?
Oprah, really? IS IT MADE OF GOLD?!?
Game recognize game Oprah, you are a baller. We all know this.
Unfortunately, I’m not rolling like that because home girl can’t even decided on a $30 purse from Target most of the time. I hope we can still be friends. What I can offer you is the fact that if you were to pass me in the street, I would recognize you in a hot second. You would probably need to call security on me! As fabulous as you are, I am a little disappointed in you for not standing your ground on the handbag situation. Beyonce said it best: if you got it, flaunt it. No need to apologize for calling that store out in Switzerland (spend yo’ money Oprah), take some notes to an expert. I call people out all day, errryday – and I’m just a little ol’ blogger who thinks her writing is half decent. I may not be you, but I make sure people know who I am.
So O (can I call you O?), get back on your level lady.