Vodka is my cheat meal

Happy Monday!
(Said no-one, ever.)

It was another fabulous weekend in my world. I definitely cheated big time this weekend and you can just say that my cheat meal of choice was vodka. If you follow me on twitter or Instagram, then you might have seen the many pictures and random tweets on Saturday night and Sunday morning.
Sorry about that.

My weekend consisted of: BBQ with friends, sunset on the beach, two delicious brunches, dinner and drinks on the patio, far too much vodka, working out, and ended the weekend with Despicable Me 2.

Here's what my weekend looked like.

1. Friday night drinks.
2. Amanda is really good with animals. They clearly love her.
3. BBQ deliciousness.
4. Selfie.
5. Drunk Selfie. Everything tastes better in a Superman glass.
6. Drunk Selfie... indulging in ice cream at 2am, despite being lactose intolerant. Oops.
7. Jennie playing with the cats, at 2 or 3am..
8. Sunset on the beach with friends.
9. One of Jennie's cats - Lexi.

Lets get this Monday thing started.

Don't Ever Call Me Again

Happy Friday, friends.
TGIF obvs.

Today, oh today. I have a little rant I'd like to make. I apologize in advance for my slight rage. You could say that I've definitely got my sassy pants on today. Which, if you follow me on Instagram, you might have seen that it's a nice change since last night I wasn't wearing any pants.

PANTSLESS PARTY

It's normal to post a pantsless picture on your blog, right? No? Moving on..

Just to clear the air, the reason I'm not wearing any pants is because I realized that one of my old shirts was more of a dress than a shirt now. Fun times.

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Dear phone spammers,

I'd appreciate it if you go away. No, but seriously.. go away. It's annoying to get 2-3 spam calls every week.
Most of the time, these calls happen when I'm at work - so I don't have to answer them anymore... but it's super annoying to have missed calls AND a voicemail that you need to delete. It's just plain rude.

Getting a voicemail is honestly just annoying. It's never anything important, and this case, it's a spam message. Come to think of it, maybe I should get rid of my voicemail all together. I might actually lose it if I hear one more message that sounds like this: "Stop what you're doing right now, and listen." (does anyone else get this one?) OR "*HONKKKKK* Congratulations, you've just won a cruise!"



I can't possibly be the only one who gets these messages, right?!

Mr. Phone Spamming man..


This is what I picture Mr. Spammy Man looking like.

Anyway, Mr. Spammy Man, I'd truly appreciate it if you'd stop calling and leaving me voicemails. You're more annoying than a Stage 5 Clinger ex-boyfriend. It's not cute. I think it would be beneficial for everyone if you just got a real job.

kaythanks.

Kind Regards,

Faith

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In other, non spammy related, news.. it's time to #backthatazzup with Ms. Whitney



It's honestly such a dirty song, but it makes me want to shake my booty aka #backthatazzup
Robin Thicke, you don't have to be such a freak all the time.

I'm the biggest catch of them all

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Since losing weight, working on my fitness, and generally just working on being healthier; a crazy thing has happened. I've become more confident. Obviously I still have self doubts, and I'm not 100% confident yet - but I'm getting there. I had a discussion with my roommate, Amanda, last night about this - we both agreed that the difference in my personality, from six months ago to now, is crazy! With this new-found confidence, I have been putting myself out there more and more: in friendships, at work, and dating.

Which brings me to the point of today's post...

First dates can be awkward.

Obviously, it all depends on the people... don't get me wrong - dating is fun, but the first date or two with someone new can be extremely awkward, or maybe that's just me. I digress.

I've decided to make this list, because I clearly have no shame at this point. So today, I'm going to give you:
A few reasons that you shouldn't feel bad about your awkward first dates.

Disclaimer: I still had a nice time with this guy, and saw him a few times... but these are just examples on how to do a first date wrong.

I'm more clumsy than you..
Obviously this one shouldn't be a surprise to anyone who has been around my blog for a hot minute. I tripped, and almost wiped out, within 5 minutes of meeting him. Throughout the course of the date, I tripped three times. Yep. That happened.

I ask inappropriate questions..
This one is going to offend my mom for sure (and any other family member who reads this).
I may, or may not, have asked him if he watched porn. I don't honestly remember how this came up, but we both laughed really hard. I'll spare you his answer to this inappropriate question.

I can cause physical harm..
Accidentally, of course. When he went in for a kiss, I completely smashed my forehead into his forehead, and somehow injured my nose in the process. I'm a woman of many talents.

I introduce him to my 'family'..
This one was a complete accident. He ended up walking me home and my landlord (and family) were all outside, and Amanda was home. So he quickly met everyone. I'm not a fan of overwhelming people on the first date, so this isn't something that I suggest. He was really nice about it though.

I'm a slight 'over-sharer'..
To be fair, I only 'over-shared' when I was asked questions. I should have shut up, and in my head I can hear myself saying 'Shut up, Faith' but I still keep talking. I won't go into details on this, but I promise that it was too far. If you really want to know.. ask. I'll probably tell you.

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Feel free to use this list to make you feel better about yourself next time you have a rough date, or if you feel like you did something stupid/awkward. I did at least 5 awkward/stupid things, and this is just with one guy.

A Weekend Full of Selfies

Happy Monday!
(Said no-one, ever.)

I had a fabulous weekend full of good friends, delicious (cheat) food, working out and relaxation. I'm pretty sure that this is what every weekend should consist of. Yep. Also, I've realized that I take far too many selfies and I should probably cut back. Oops. I'll work on this.
Anyway, here's a glance at what my weekend looked like:

One. Moi. My best friend across the country wanted to see my outfit, and I like making ridiculous faces.
Two. Pretty sunset.
Three. Quick workout on Friday night.
Four. Saturday afternoon with Jennie.
Five. 2am run on Friday night/Saturday morning.
Six. I love this kid.
Seven. Sunday night workout.
Eight. Lazy Sunday afternoon laying in the park. I don't mind this view at all.
Nine. In case you hadn't seen enough pictures of me yet.

FOXTROT - ALPHA - INDIA - TANGO - HOTEL

FAITH

As I'm sure you are all aware by now, my name is Faith. It's an easy name to read, any easy name to spell, but apparently it's the hardest name to understand. I love my name. I honestly think that my parents gave me a beautiful name and I wouldn't change it (I know that might sound narcissistic). However, there have definitely been a few hiccups... Let me elaborate.

Part of my job, every day, is to answer phones. 90% of the time the calls are easy, or at least manageable. The other 10% of the time I get to handle completely outrageous people. Yesterday I got to experience one of these delightful individuals. Long story short: he was a jackass. (Sorry for cursing, mom).


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No ifs, ands, or buts about it. He was a complete jerk. During this conversation, he insisted on getting my name so that he could use it to complain if his issue wasn't resolved in a timely fashion. This is where the whole name thing comes into play. This is actually how the conversation went, and all of my colleagues in my department can vouch for this.

Jerk: what's your name?
Me: Faith. F-A-I-T-H
Jerk: what?
Me: Faith.
Jerk: I cannot hear you.
Me: FAITH. F-A-I-T-H. FAIIIITH.
Jerk: I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE SAYING!! Saice? S-A-I...?
Me: No. Faith. F as in foxtrot. A as in alpha..
*Jerk cuts me off* IM SO ANGRY THAT I CAN'T HEAR YOU OR UNDERSTAND YOU. SPELL YOUR NAME AGAIN!
Me: *deep breath* F as in foxtrot, or Frank. F, NOT S. F-A-I-T-H.
Jerk: F-A-I-C-E?
Me: Sir, that's close enough.


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Was that conversation hard to read and ridiculously frustrating? Imagine HAVING that conversation, or being one of my unfortunate colleagues who has to listen to these types of conversations, on the regular.

For some reason, people just do NOT understand the name Faith. Period.
It's really weird to me, actually. It seems like a 'normal' name to me, but I go through this all. the. time. People literally just don't understand my name over the phone. These are some of the random names that I've been called (not kidding): Faye, Faife, Keith (apparently I sound like a man), Stacy, Kaitlyn, Saith, and Face.

Annnnnd I'm done rambling.