Ten years ago today I graduated from college. I was done, got my degree, ready to go out and be a big girl in the real world. Five years of classes and SGA and tennis matches and tournaments and apartments and dorm rooms and sorority obligations and part time jobs and tests and finals and fees and costs. It was all over. It was a very important event.
But it wasn’t the most important thing that happened ten years ago today.
Ten years ago today, I attended a graduation party thrown by a friend in my apartment complex. It was a big party full of mostly Pikes (Pi Kappa Alpha) and Alpha Gams (Alpha Gamma Delta, my sisters) since there were a several Alpha Gams dating Pikes at the time and they were the fun group on campus that year. I saw this guy that I had seen around a few times but didn’t really know him. I just knew his name was Zac and he grew up near where I did and we went to semi-rival high schools. He was cute, but I didn’t know much about him other than that so I didn’t feel one way or the other about him. I really just talked to him because I was hitting that chatty point in the evening and he happened to cross my path. Innocent enough.
But a seed was planted.
Over the next few weeks, we kept finding ourselves in the same place. The next time I saw him was a a mutual friend’s wedding. We exchanged numbers. He smacked my butt. But I didn’t think anything of it. I figured there wasn’t any way he could possibly be seriously interested in me, so I just went about my merry way.
A few weeks later, another mutual friend was in town from Chicago, so a big group of us met downtown to bar hop. This guy was there again. I was with my BFF at the time, and this guy’s best friend had his eye on her. So I got wingmanned. Zac’s friend had dispatched him to get me out of the way so he could put the moves on my friend. Which didn’t work, by the way. But Zac and I ended up hitting it off really well. Or so I thought.
Radio silence for the rest of June. Then a phone call out of the blue on Independence Day to see if I was busy and did I want to hang out with him that night. Sure, why not, I had no plans. We had an okay time but then I heard nothing from him until early September when I needed help picking out a new stereo system for my car. I remembered he had some kind of fancy system in his car and worked near the Tweeter, so I called him up to see if he would help me. He came down to the store and helped me pick out some new speakers and head unit, and then we went out to dinner. A week later he showed up at my install to keep me company.
Then nothing for two weeks. {Why are guys like this? Seriously.}
A couple of weeks later, I was in my car heading downtown to go dancing with some girlfriends. I was really early so I was going to head to a coffee shop to kill some time. He called and asked me to meet him and some friends at a nearby country bar. I figured why not, I had some time to kill.
And that, as they say, was history. Our first “official” date was a week later, on October 3rd. 364 days later, we were married. That night I got wingmanned? My last first kiss ever. And I fully believe in divine intervention, because the night I received that phone call in late September I met another really cute guy while out with my girlfriends, and he called me up and asked me out for the next weekend. I had already made plans with Zac, so I had to turn him down. After that first date I was done for. Game, set, and match. I knew that this was the man I was going to marry.
It’s so hard to believe that ten years have passed since I decided to just go ahead and talk to that cute guy. Best decision I ever made.
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Candidly, we go after the cool kids. We go after the attractive all-American kid with a great attitude and a lot of friends. A lot of people don’t belong [in our clothes], and they can’t belong. Are we exclusionary? Absolutely.
To be clear, this guy:
This guy is concerned about how people look in A&F clothes. That guy right there. Who obviously owns no mirrors. But let’s not take it there.
I personally have no problem with the fact that I would likely be laughed out of any Abercrombie & Fitch store due to my size. I am a happy 32-year old woman with a beautiful family and am very pleased with my life. Mr. Meltyface’s opinion on whether or not I’m hot enough or thin enough to wear his brand means nothing to me. The ones I do worry about are young, impressionable teenage girls {and guys} who now may think that they are too fat or not cool enough to wear what is unfortunately apparently a staple on high school campuses these days. I’m not sure anybody at my high school wore A&F clothes. None of the cool kids did, anyway. Maybe it was just after my time. I can’t even remember what the “cool kids” in high school wore {aside from the Tommy Hilfiger collared shirt phase}. Which is kind of awesome that coolness wasn’t really determined by the clothes your parents bought.
But Jeffries states that he panders to the “cool kids” and wishes to exclude anyone who doesn’t look like they belong in an A&F Quarterly. What happens when the cool kids start wearing a certain style or brand or start speaking a certain way or using a new slang word? It spreads. A trickle-down effect happens, and before you know it, everyone in the school is rushing out for that new sneaker or denim wash or using words like gnarly and totes. So what happens when that girl who still has a bit of baby fat goes into an A&F and they don’t carry the jeans that everyone has in a size 12? Or the girl who has developed early and needs an XL shirt to accommodate her new physique, only to find the size L too small? Or the geeky guy who is just desperate to be accepted by anyone, who goes into A&F with his own hard-earned money to buy a shirt with their stupid logo splashed all over it in hopes that one of the “cool kids” will look at him the next day and say “hey, nice shirt,” only to feel intimidated and looked down on by the modelesque sales associates who are trained to market only to good-looking, thin people? What will they take away from their trip to the mall? That they’re not pretty enough. They’re not thin enough. They’re not cool enough. All because a store didn’t carry an article of clothing in their size. They will walk away believing that their self worth is tied to their appearance, and because one store who holds itself out as a bastion of “coolness” doesn’t carry their size they will be defeated and feel like they don’t and won’t ever belong. They will be pushed even further out of the circles that society is telling them they need to be accepted by.
Where do they go from there? Steroids? Eating disorders? Plastic surgery {of which Mr. Jeffries is apparently a big fan}? And what if the problem isn’t physical, it’s just that they aren’t “cool”? Depression? Drug use? Suicide? I know I’m taking that to an extreme, but teenagers can be unbelievably cruel. I know. I was one. I wasn’t even one of the most popular kids and I still look back on some of the things I said and did and cringe. And I considered myself to be a pretty nice person. I just hate to think that my kids would be on either side of that coin. I don’t want them making anyone feel unworthy or bad about themselves for not being in the popular crowd, nor do I want my kids to have their own self worth damaged by someone else who buys into Mr. Jeffries’ world view wherein people are to be judged on their appearance and only those deemed attractive are worthy of respect, friendship, and love. Maybe I’m a little too invested in this both as someone who is overweight and as someone who has dealt with ED, but I don’t want to send my children out into a world where this line of thought exists. I want my children to know that every person has worth, no matter their size or shape. It’s not just about the clothes, you guys.
And now it’s time for my snarky side commentary. Even when I was a size 8 {and at 6 feet tall, that is quite thin} and on top of my game as far as physical appearance goes, you could not have paid me to buy clothes from A&F. Their stores are completely obnoxious, the sales associates are largely vapid and giggly teenagers, and the clothing is bland and overpriced. I can’t even stand walking past the door of A&F. It is so loud, reeks of bad cologne, and I would need a flashlight to see anything in there. And you know who wore A&F when I was younger? Douchebags. Douchebags and a-holes. If that’s the clientele they’re after, then go for it. Because alienating a big percentage of the population certainly can’t hurt sales, can it? Maybe Mr. Jeffries has forgotten who makes the majority of teenagers’ clothing purchases: their parents. And the skinny kid who makes the A&F cut just might have a plus-size mom, like me. And Mr. Meltyface can rest assured that not a dime of my money will ever be spent at one of his stores. Keeping a fatty out of Abercrombie & Fitch: ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED.
{I’m jumping on Miranda’s weight loss series. She blogs at Not Super, Just Mom and has begun chronicling her weight loss journey. She is much braver than I am in that she shares her actual weight with the world, something that I could never bring myself to do.}
Nonetheless, I am slowly but surely starting to lose a tiny little bit of weight. On Monday I had a 1-month follow-up with my doctor, and he confirmed that I had lost 7 pounds since I last saw him four weeks ago. He was quite pleased, as was I. I don’t have a scale at home {I should really get one}, so I use the crappy rotary scale at work to guesstimate my weight for my Facebook group’s weight loss challenge. It was nice to have something to show for my efforts over the past month.
Speaking of my efforts, I am still running three or four times a week, and playing tennis once or twice as the weather permits. I’ve given up all sodas, and drink only water, milk, and the occasional sweet tea or iced coffee on the weekends. I honestly don’t even miss soda. I drink water all day long and don’t really get thirsty anymore, which tells me that I am actually properly hydrated for the first time in a very long while. I don’t crave sweets much anymore, except for the occasional homemade chocolate chip cookie. I don’t snack that much except for fruit during the day, and I try to eat a high protein breakfast in the mornings and a sensible lunch. Dinner is always pretty haphazard, but if I don’t get out of control during the day then I can usually stick to something healthy and light. I still eat the occasional bowl of pasta or bread, but I’m not really craving it and don’t think about eating it unless the husband or children ask for it. So overall, I’d say I’m doing fairly well at changing my habits, and hopefully I can stick to them for the long run.
I think 7 pounds over the course of a month is a nice, steady way to lose weight. Sure, I would love to be one of those people who could drop weight very easily and keep it off, but that’s just not in my genetic makeup. And I can’t afford any of the weight loss systems like Shaklee or Nutrisystem or Medifast. {Although if any of these companies would like to work with me, I promise you I would be your biggest success story. See what I did there?} So I am just going to try to do this the old fashioned way. Hopefully I will continue to lose weight at a good pace. At a rate of 7 pounds a month, give or take, I could possibly be 50 pounds lighter by the end of this year. But I’d like to get that weight off much sooner, if possible.
The goal for this week is food journaling. I dabble in keeping track of my calories, and I do a good job of logging my meals usually. It’s the random bites here and there that get me. The handful of cashews, the bites of dinner as I’m preparing it, or the miniature chocolate bar that I eat out of boredom. But this week I’m going to do my best to keep track of every bite that goes in my mouth. I did this a few weeks ago for my FB group’s weight loss challenge, and it was very eye opening. But I just can’t eat like everyone else. I have to be ever conscious of what I am eating, because I tend to be a grazer and it can get out of hand very quickly.
Are you trying to lose weight and get healthy? Why not join Miranda and other bloggers like me and let’s keep each other accountable!
We are so thankful for the wonderful teachers at the boys’ school. Every teacher, aide, chef, cleaning people, right up to the directors and owner. We have had nothing but a wonderful experience with every classroom, and every employee there knows and loves our boys. I play tennis on a team with the director and several parents and teachers, so I can honestly call them friends as well as wonderful teachers and caregivers to my children.
So when Teacher Appreciation Week comes around, we always like to express our gratitude. Sometimes it’s an Edible Arrangement for the teachers, sometimes it’s a gift card, and sometimes it’s a little gift {when I have time to actually put something together}.
I have found that I love to give things filled with things as gifts. It’s a gift that keeps on giving! So this year for Teacher Appreciation Week, I went with this:
How cute is that cup?! It is double walled so it won’t sweat, and it will keep drinks hot or cold. And I love the lid and funky straw. Zac picked these up at Walmart for about $5 each, and we filled them with Crystal Lite flavor packs and a handful of candy.
I love all the fun colors. These would be great for a summer cookout or to take to the pool or beach.
Cole really likes them too. And Cannon couldn’t leave them alone to save his little life.
Flinstone feet!
We also came up with a little card to tie on the handles. Zac made the front of it and I told him what to put on the inside, and he whipped them up in no time.
This was such a simple gift, but made for a great presentation.
And who doesn’t love cute, insulated cups? They are so versatile as gifts. You can put candy, drink mixes, pencils, pens, instant coffee, a bag of coffee, a gift card, cosmetics, cash, anything that will fit. I did something similar last year with a different style cup and just put candy in it, and I am just hoping that there won’t be any teacher overlap next year so I can do the same thing, because it’s just too easy and so cute {if I do say so myself}.
Do you love your kids’ teachers? How do you show your appreciation this week?
Welp, it’s May. How did that happen so quickly? Honestly, it seems like just yesterday I was having trouble remembering to write 2013 instead of 2012. {Oh, wait. That was just yesterday.}
Anyway, we are getting into the wedding season, and the wedding invitations have been rolling in for a couple of weeks now. I love the direction that wedding stationery is taking: fresh, casual, contemporary, and fun. Like the wedding invitations from Minted.com. Oh my gosh, where was all of this nine years ago when I was getting married?! I would have had a field day with all of the amazing designs on Minted. Like this one:
Or this one:
Or this one:
Or any of the other thousands of designs created by independent designers all over the world. In this new and wonderful DIY age in which we live, it’s so amazing to have the option of purchasing invitations by people who actually put their heart and soul into designing the perfect invitation for you. There is literally something for everyone and every taste at Minted, from the classic to the whimsical to the downright wacky.
Not getting married? Don’t need wedding invitations? Well, Minted is still the place for all of your paper and stationery needs. With products like greeting cards, journals, business cards, and even art prints, you will definitely find something you love. I’ve been looking at the art prints for various rooms in my home that we are currently restyling or planning to restyle soon. I’ve been browsing and pinning the inspiration boards on the Minted site to get a feel for the art and how it pulls a room together. Here are some of my favorites:
There are hundreds of pages of boards that will inspire you to get to restyle every room in our house. And to help you get started on that, Minted.com is offering you $50 toward any purchase to one lucky winner! So if you’re looking for new stationery, thank you notes, birthday party invitations, or even a new business card or mom calling card, you definitely want to enter this giveaway. And we make it easy with Rafflecopter!
This giveaway closes at midnight on Thursday, May 9, and I’ll choose a winner and get their weekend started right on Friday, May 10. So enter, share, tweet, follow, do it all, because this is a fantastic prize! I don’t do giveaways very often and I’m very selective about the companies I partner with here, so you know it’s got to be pretty fabulous if I’m offering it to you guys. Good luck, and May the 4th be with you!
Disclosure: I was offered my own credit to Minted.com in exchange for this giveaway. That’s it. All opinions are my own and I stand by them.
Unfortunately, this happens more often than I care to admit. I just can’t help it sometimes. Atlanta traffic is so unpredictable that leaving a mere two minutes later than I should could result in an additional 45 minutes added to my commute. So sometimes I screech into the parking lot at 6:35, race into the school, and see my little guy sitting there on a bench, backpack on and happily eating a snack, completely unaware of the stink-eye that I am getting from the people who had to wait for me. They are very understanding, but I always imagine stink-eyes starting at around 6:15. They give you the same look you got from people who were on campus early the night after that huge party and you have to walk back to your dorm room carrying your heels, hair a mess, and wrapped in some ratty t-shirt that you stole out of the closet from an unsuspecting fraternity pledge.
AND FOR THE RECORD: I was that nerd on campus early giving you the stink-eye.
Today I am going on a trip. To Austin, Texas. By myself. To spend four days 46 women whom I’ve known for years but never met before.
I haven’t been on an airplane in nearly 9 years.
I’ve never been away from my children for more than one night, except for when Cannon was born. And even then I saw Cole every day.
But I’m going to sleep as much as I want to. And that alone is reason to be excited about this trip. The pool, the lake, the awesome house, and meeting all of these awesome people are all icing on the cake.
So, consider this my away message. Have a great weekend!
Yep. My little man has his very first black eye. Holding him down was the only way I could get a proper picture of it, by the way.
Given to him, of course, by his older brother. Now my eldest is quite the pacifist, lest you think that he just hauled off and whacked him or something. Quite the opposite, in fact. Cannon is basically a 19-month old hurricane. He chases Cole around the house from sun-up to sundown on weekends. The only reprieve my almost 4-year old {aside: OMG FOUR} has from his little brother is naptimes and school during the week. Cannon has lately taken to trying to pull Cole down by yanking on his shirt. Friday evening, he succeeded in grand fashion, resulting in that shiner.
That child. He is my rough and tumble, fearless scrapper. He has no problem taking whatever he wants. While I admire his spunky, grab life by the balls attitude, I’d love it if he could restrain himself from engaging in physical violence, both for his own sake and his brother’s.
Sigh. And I’ve got many, many more years of black eyes ahead of me.
{On another note, those baby blues absolutely own me.}
Hi, I'm Rachel! Wife of a hottie and mom to two young boys. I work full-time outside the home and live for the weekends. I love all things Apple, comments, social media, and sunshine. Feel free to Pin from this site and share on Facebook or Twitter. I hope you enjoy getting to know me and my family!