My Farewell Letter

I knew this day would come. I just didn’t know that it would be so soon. My cousin (I swear, he was born yesterday) left for COLLEGE…

College…it’s a wonderful thing…when it’s, like, 5 minutes away. In this case, it’s FOUR DANG HOURS AWAY! Miles, my 18 year old cousin, has been stolen from me by The University of Alabama. They’re going to keep him for approximately four years before we get him back.

Sure, he’s happy, and sure, he’s in good hands. But UGH!!! I miss the dude!

When Miles left, our entire, ginormous family went into a tizzy. All of our combined feelings came together to form a giant ball of emotions. We all wrote letters to him, and tried not to cry all over each other. I would like to say we succeeded, but….

When I was writing my letter, with every other word I wrote came another emotion. Sad, angry, sentimental, giggly, and a touch of “I-want-ice-cream”. I know the lil dude is happy and having the absolute time of his life. But…just…when did my tiny little baby get to the age where it’s legal for him to drive a freaking car? AND WHEN THE HECK DID HE GET OLD ENOUGH TO GO TO COLLEGE?! I’ve been preparing for this day ever since his voice got lower. It still wasn’t enough time.

If you’re in the mood to read one of my emotional blobs, stick around. I’ve gotcha covered.

Behold, my soppy letter:

Miles. Freaking. Thomas. Don’t laugh at me for being the most cliche cheeseball EVER, but…I remember when you were a lil peanut!! You were the most adorable peanut I’ve ever seen! Ya know, I can’t really help the fact that I’m an emotional twenty-something year old, (especially when my favorite cousin named Miles is leaving me) but I CAN control the overwhelming urge to come up to Bama every weekend to squeeze your cheeks and embarrass the heck out of you in front of all your cool friends. It’s hard, but I’m doing this for you…you’re welcome.

So. I believe it’s time for some comic relief (ya know…so that I can distract myself from from the little girl inside me that keeps reminding me that you’re about to be 4 hours away).

Remember when we were all at your house, and I convinced you that I had seen Bloody Mary in the bathroom mirror? It scared the bajeezus out of you. But, hate to tell ya, the story doesn’t end there. You finally got smart and called me out for being a big, full of crap, bully. Well. After you forgave me and we were friends again, we all, as a family, went out to a Mexican restaurant. If I remember correctly, we were celebrating my 16th birthday, and I just KNEW that my dad was going to request a pie to be smashed in my face. Unfortunately for you, I had planned to have the pie smashed in YOUR face. I went up to our waiter, explained the whole situation, (I’m a big jerk, I’m trying to prank my cousin, etc.) and he was on board. The entire staff came out a few minutes later, put the sombrero on MY head to throw everybody at our table off, and stood by me as if I was about to get a face full of pie. Oh…but that was not the case. Our waiter snuck up behind you, armed with a plate full of whipped cream, and BAM! He totally caught you off guard. Right then and there, you knew that I was the one behind it all, and you just stared at me. I laughed my little arse off, thinking that I was off the hook. Nah, bro. There was a pie for me, too. BAM! Now we both were covered in whipped cream and the entire restaurant was staring. You weren’t mad at me, because I had made a huge fool out of myself, and you were nice enough to let my uber embarrassment be your sweet, sweet revenge. So. Thank you for that.


PS: Roll tide, ya little twerp. Love you.


I’m not always like this butttt…

Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t have your moments, too. I’m an emotional person, ok? I’ll cry over nonsense and get made fun of because of it.


I had to go into this fancy building the other day. I’m wearing a dress, heels, and all I’m carrying are my keys and my phone. I look like the least intimidating person ever. I have to go through security before entering the main building. I put my keys and my phone on the tray and gave the officer a really high pitched “hiiii.”

He wasn’t amused.

“There’s pepper spray on your key chain. You can either take it back to your car right now or I’m going to confiscate it. You will not get it back.”

I teared up. He used the word “confiscate”! It sounded so police-like! For a minute I thought he was going to arrest me. It was terrifying!

In a soft voice, I said:

“My feet hurt, and it’s a long walk to my car. You can have it.”

Without saying a word, he took my pepper spray off of my keychain and handed my keys back to me.

*sniffle sniffle*

I took them from him and whispered, “have a nice day.”

I made my way to the lobby of the building and another officer stopped me. I guess you can say that I wear my emotions on my sleeve, because he saw that I was about to break down into a big puddle of emotions.

“Ma’am, is everything ok? Was that your pepper spray?”

“Oh, yes sir, but it’s ok. I’ve never used it anyway. I’ve just always kept it with me in case I ever needed to protect myself.”

“Oh, well you made a smart move. Those things go bad after about 9 months.”

“Oh, ok. Thank you. Have a nice day!”

That made it a little bit better. But it still didn’t stop the wild emotions that I was feeling.

I fast walked to the nearest bench as a tear rolled down my cheek. I hung my head and let out the quiet sob that I had been holding in for way too long. Let me tell you, it’s been a whirlwind of events these past few weeks. It wasn’t just my pepper spray being confiscated that made me break down. I’ve realized some things over the past few weeks. I’ve made some pretty big sacrifices for some things that turned out to be nonexistent. I didn’t go to my dream college so that I could stay here and chase after something that I ended up regretting. Fast forward a year, and all I regret now is not going with my gut. Who knows where I would be?

Deep stuff, but I learned my lesson.

Moral of the story:

• Crying is healthy. Don’t hold back something that you’ve been putting in any amount of effort keeping in.

• Don’t make sacrifices for anything or anyone that you’re not sure is here to stay.

• Take time for your mental health, whether it be going out with friends, spending time with your family, or (my personal fave) getting a mani pedi!

Maybe if I would have taken this advice earlier, I wouldn’t be crying in public. Luckily, nobody saw me…I don’t think.

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I just turned 22 *deep breaths, deep breaths*

I don’t know about you, but I feel that the older you get, the more pressure is thrown at you.

“Are you married yet?”

“Do you have kids?”

“Do you live by yourself?”

GUYS, I’M A JUNIOR IN COLLEGE! I’m working on it. I’m not married, I definitely don’t have children, (but I have a really cute dog!!) and I still live with my mom (remember how I told you that I’m still in college?)

Remember the cute dog I was talking about?

If you’re interested at all, I’m working on a Bachelors degree in Communications with a focus in Public Relations. At least I know what I’m doing with my life! Now…somebody come pat me on the back.

To make you feel a tad bit better, here’s a look into my first experiences at college:

When I graduated high school, I was a little bitty 17 year old…yes, I was one of the youngest in my graduating class. I was planning on pursuing a degree in psychology. I enrolled in a community college near me, and began taking all of my basic classes (because I still wasn’t positive that I wanted to go for psychology). After about a week in school, I decided that I wanted to be a marine biologist, instead. It just sounded cool, ok?? Well…I took biology (just basic biology) and it scared me off. I changed my major, once more, to social work. It didn’t take long for me to realize that it WAS NOT for me.

I was ready to raise the white flag, when my dad came up with an idea. “Hey Jen, have you ever thought about majoring in Public Relations??” No, dad. No, I haven’t. But, I am now.

Long story short, I took one glance at the degree plan (no math, woohoo!) and fell in love. I’m so happy that I’m doing what I’m doing. It took a lot of praying and a deep conversation with my dad to get me where I am today.

So…to everybody out there who doesn’t know yet. Who feels like they need to have their life together by the time they graduate high school. Here’s my advice to you:

Take a deep breath, and be still and know.

For a quick elaboration, keep reading…

Take a deep breath

Stop everything for a minute, and take a breath. Just close your eyes and turn on some music (cello music is my fave!!) and relax. Your body just needs a minute or two to relax.

Be still

I’m going to tell you right now, this is the hardest part for me. It involves being patient and waiting. Being still, meaning “be patient”, is a critical step in the process. Maybe God’s timing is different than your own. But God has PERFECT timing. Trust in Him, and He will make your paths straight.


Know that you are in the place that you’re in. So many people go through the “denial” phase. If you don’t know what you’re doing with your life, admit that to yourself. Or even better, admit it to a close friend. It really helps to talk about it!

Don’t worry if you’re 22 and aren’t married with two kids…because that’s about where I am right now.

I’m still smilin’!

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Cool things and time machines: The 80s

Do you remember the 80s? Well. Lucky you. I played dress up today and so many things that wouldn’t be acceptable today (denim on denim, “ugly” sweaters, shoulder pads, etc.) were TOTALLY HOT in the 80s. When people say “you’re so extra” OHHH MAN they totally don’t get it. It took me two hours to get ready. I was more extra TODAY then I’ve ever been in my entire life. Did people tease their hair every day? Or did people always have perms? I have so many questions. Here’s a few that I came up with…

1. Did everybody have those cute bug eyed cars? Or was that a different decade?

2. How many bottles of hairspray did you go through in a month?

3. I understand that the folks in the 80s appreciated tight clothing and heels. What if you just felt like having a casual day? What happened then? Was that when the Spandex and leg warmers came out to play?

4. Did anybody wear old fashion trends, such as poodle skirts or bell bottoms, and you were like, “ugh…get with the times”?

Ok, so maybe I put a modern twist on my outfit. I honestly couldn’t help it. I teased the CRAP out of my hair and I just couldn’t get the volume I wanted to achieve…*sniffle sniffle*.

Oh, and one more thing…Ok, so what are ‘Pillow People’? That sounds like some kind of horror film. And Garbage Pail Kids? Huh? What even is that? That sounds like it could be the sequel! Educate me.

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Do me right, Mr. Leather

Do leather jackets make you cool? If not, I wasted my money…

I can hear it now. Aw, her jeans have holes in them!! Can she not afford a pair of new jeans? That seems to be the elderly’s favorite joke. FYI, I know that my jeans have holes, I BOUGHT them this way. But, if you still think I need some new jeans, I’m accepting donations…HA, seriously though, if you don’t like this trend, ouch, but I’m not fixin’ to change. And if I hear one more joke about my ripped jeans, I might just lose it. And probably rebel and buy MORE ripped jeans, so you better watch it. You don’t want to contribute to the problem, do you?

One of my favorite fashion trends is bringing back something retro, and putting a modern twist on it. I wasn’t alive in the 80s (FEEL BAD FOR ME) and now that things are coming back, I feel like everything is falling into place…and maybe that’s because I didn’t flunk out of college, (got my final grades back and by the grace of God, I passed my Spanish class…adios) but I’m going to say it’s because of old fashion trends coming back into style. Low key hoping that it gets cool again to describe something as “groovy” cuz that just might be my favorite adjective…

Leather (ehem…FAKE leather) isn’t just an old trend anymore. It’s hard to go wrong with one of these suckers. If you’re having trouble figuring out what you should wear with a leather jacket, pardon my French, but you’re dumb. It goes with (almost) everything. Now, if you wear it with leather pants, (and yes, that’s back in) THAT might be overkill. Be smart in your fashion decisions. I believe in you, don’t make me look like a fool.

Not to sound conceited, but I felt kinda hot in this thing…maybe the fact that it was 3 million degrees had something to do with it, but whatever.

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Oh, wait…sorry, no I’m not engaged. But, now that I’ve got your attention, I DID say yes to wearing this outrageously bright dress. I’m not even gonna LIE, it made me feel like a princess. I twirled and squealed like I was a little girl again. Part of me was afraid…and NOT just because I was wearing wedges and I was constantly thinking that I was going to fall. Wearing something like this is out of my comfort zone. I love wearing dresses, it’s just this bright color. It’s normally not my thing. 75% of my wardrobe is neutral colors (that doesn’t make me boring, does it?). But I’m standing here doing something different. Baby steps, y’all. I haven’t gone skydiving yet, but I’m getting there one dress at a time. I bought this dress YEARS ago. I went through a faze where I wanted to stand out (ha, like my red hair isn’t already enough). That phase lasted for about a day. I NEVER even tried the dress on. It’s been hanging in my closet with the tags for over 2 years. Today was the day that I removed the tags, and wore that sucker. I was thissssss close to going “nah” and putting it back in my closet. SPOILER ALERT, I didn’t. Please hold your applause until the end of my post. I paired a simple belt with it, and bada bing bada boom. We have an outfit. Now, if I could manage to NOT spill anything on it, that would be great.

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3 tips for a happy relationship

I may not be a math guru, but I did the math on this, AND checked my work. From a female’s perspective, and from what I have experienced over the years, these tips work. And NOT just for the guy in the relationship. For both of you. Believe me, I know.

1. Just because they don’t speak to you for a few hours doesn’t mean they don’t CARE.

Men and women are different. A lot of women freak out when they haven’t heard from their significant other for a while. The truth is, guys don’t think much of it. They don’t MEAN to upset you. They DO still like you. They still care! Give the homies a break. I’ve been “that girl” in the past. The one that took everything personally and thought that if the guy that I was with didn’t text me for hours, he hated me. It made me a paranoid freak. I thought, “oh, NOW he’s texting me. He’s only doing that because he feels like he has to.” Yeah. I was a lil bit crazy. Maybe I still am. But at least now I know not to lose my cool over a guy not texting me. Now, if you think that he’s ghosting you, that’s unfortunate…there’s a difference between straight up ignoring somebody and not texting them for a little while. If you’re confused, holla at me.

2. Don’t get mad at him for joking around with you

Alright. Duh. But hear me out. He jokes around with his friends like this all day. He doesn’t joke around the same way with you, because you’ll get offended. Ok, I’m gonna say it…some women are just too dang sensitive. Let the guy be himself around you, kapeesh? I’m sure that your man will appreciate that you’re cool enough to take a joke. He’ll surely get a kick out of you coming back with something smart (don’t be too petty, our goal is NOT to start an argument). There is a fine line between him being RUDE to you and him JOKING with you. Hopefully you can tell the difference.

3. Some women treat their men like a dog and expect their man to treat them like a queen

Ok, THIS I see happening a lot. The woman bosses around the man 24/7, the man says something back, and suddenly HE’S the bad guy. That needs to stop. Sometimes the roles are reversed, but I’ll save that one for later. Two words. MUTUAL…RESPECT. Some of you have this down pat, and I applaud you lovely folks. The guy shouldn’t be stuck having to pay the bill every time you go out. The girl shouldn’t feel like she has to cook you a gourmet meal every time you’re hungry. And if she does, great. That will make him feel like he needs to return the favor with a nice gesture, and then it will be her turn, and so on. What a nice cycle THAT could be.

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