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Why Write

Who will even read it? Who cares what you have to say? All that work for only your family to read… You’re not an expert on anything. I thought all of these things and even heard people say some. So why write? Why keep up with something so time consuming? And what do I write about? I’m no expert at really anything…except if you count having a good eye for design and telling people what looks good and what doesn’t. Well, to be frank, I don’t really care if  ...

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Those Phi Mu’s Are the Best

When I graduated high school, it never occurred to me to “Go Greek.” No one in family had ever rushed and I thought I could make friends on my own. After all, I “didn’t want to pay for my friends.” Looking back, I’m so glad I had a change of heart. I’ve met some of my very best friends and quite frankly Phi Mu is the best thing that has happened to me and by far the best decision I’ve ever made. Being a first generation Greek in my family, I  ...

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TGIF

Thank goodness it’s Friday y’all. Another week in the books and the weekend means I have time to catch up on sleeping, shopping, and decorating! A girl’s most favorite weekend activities.  I don’t know what it is, but I can’t seem to keep my apartment clean. With the unpacking and the day to day living (read getting home from work and vegging out in front of the TV)…it’s a mess. Josh came to visit on Tuesday and just about had a stroke. (He’s  ...

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A Place to Call My Own

Well I did it!!! I’m officially moved out (mostly) and living in my own big girl apartment.795 square feet and its all mine–at least for 14 months. I only need about 102,897,456 more things to get it the way I want it. Has anyone else had this problem? Maybe it’s my “type A” tendencies, but I want it to look HGTV worthy right now without spending more than like $500. Do I hear a challenge? My list (and we all know how much I love lists) includes, but is not  ...

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