Time Out.

I love my life. On the good days and on most of the bad days. But even I find that sometimes you just have to call time out. We all get in these ruts where nothing goes right, or so it seems, for a while. I've been surviving a long phase like that myself. To combat this I've decided to allow what I will from here on out refer to as 'time outs'.

Last Wednesday my plans (to work late) got cancelled last minute and I suddenly had a free night. I quickly texted Jess to see if we could get fro yo. I knew it was a long shot since we were both at work by then and it was only a few hours away but I figured, why not? Thankfully she was free and in the mood for fro yo as well AND had experienced an equally yucky day. I agreed to fly out the door and over the bridge to the St Pete side of town which is when I remember that Jlo works over there some of the time. She didn't take too much coaxing before she agreed, she could use some friendship and fro yo too.

That night turned out to be the best night of my week, sitting around talking with two girls I have come to adore! I of course had to relay (twice, once for each girl) the story of how I tried to take a tank top to the tailor who wanted to charge me 16 bucks...when I determined I didn't want to use him and screamed in my face that I owed him 6 bucks for 'wasting his time'. It was awful. Naturally I was so overwelmed I gave him the money and then got in my car and used my iphone to promptly write exactly how I felt about my experience online for when people google him. Yeah, take that!

Anywho, as I left yogurtology after 2 hours of belly laughing I thought, 'that was exactly what I needed'. I promptly said as much on my facebook status and later realized Jess had posted the exact same status. Turns out we all needed a time out from real life to just enjoy ourselves, stuff our faces, and laugh.

So consider this post my thank you - to friends who have stepped up to bring me so much laughter and happiness during a rough time of transition in my life. And my encouragement, to you, to take timeouts when you need them. Don't let life weigh you down and don't be afraid to put the 'crap' in your life on the back burner for a few hours and have fun. Turns out, returning to take care of business afterwards isn't quite as daunting!

Love,
B

Reality TV.

It was the end of an era for all of us loyal Hills followers. After years of watching the girls drama – they ended the show with a controversial final episode with a ‘hollywood ending’ (aka fake).

I considered quitting the show when Lauren Conrad did, since K Cav has never been my favorite (oh yeah, I go all the way back to the Laguna days with that grudge). After 4 Seasons I couldn’t just stop, so I loyally watched the Hills go down in flames in the absence of my beloved LC and at the claws of K Cav.

I will say this once and then try to get over it…that fake ‘hollywood ending’ was weak and lame.

Here’s what I really wanted to write about though. Have you ever considered if you would allow a television station to video your life? I mean, I know that most if not all of reality TV is staged anyway. I am always curious if someone could convince me with enough money to put my life and reputation out there for all to see and judge.

See, I don’t think MTV will be recruiting me any day soon as I’m really just not their type of girl. The typical MTV viewer would probably fall asleep sometime during the pilot for my show and wake up around the end of my finale of the one season it would actually air. My ‘night life’ is just not MTVesque if you catch my drift.

Let’s say for arguments sake that say, ABC family comes to me and says they want to do a show about 20-somethings in the ‘real world’ and they want me to be in it. So then you have to consider how much of your time would be devoted to redoing things to get a better camera angle or to adjust your facial expression, etc. You’d have to consider that despite what Speidi thinks – there IS such thing as bad publicity. No matter what you will be judged harshly if people know enough about you to recognize your face. That’s life in the spotlight.

The truth is if they offered me a pretty decent amount of money, it would be tempting. But life is hard and complicated, I’m not sure I would wish for anyone to watch me try’n grow up. It’s not a graceful process. I’m nerdy and quirky, in a way that only my closest friends even know about. I’m not sure I’d ever be prepared to expose my day-to-day life to a critical TV audience. But the idea still intrigues me.

What about you?

Love,
B