Friday, February 21, 2014

Binge Watch All The Things




HAPPY FREAKING FRIDAY

Does anyone else feel like this was the longest week, ever? No? Just me.. okay cool.

Heartless (Bonus Track) by Kris Allen on Grooveshark


For some reason this old jam has been playing on repeat in my brain this week... so I'm going to #backthatazzup with Whitney today with some Heartless action.

Binge watching tv shows - we all do it. Well, I'm pretty sure we all do it... if you've never binge watched a tv show EVER in your life, we probably wouldn't be the two best friends that anyone could have. Sorry.

I just finished binge watching my latest series that I was obsessed with - Arrested Development. I can thank a gentleman (who I only went on a couple of dates with) for this one, because we ended up curled up on the couch watching the first two episodes of this and I was instantly hooked... luckily something good came from that kid. Okay, sorry again, that was kind of mean.. but the truth hurts. Anyway..



I've done this so many times over the years. Friends will suggest a show, or I'll read about a show online and just HAVE to see what all the fuss is about, and usually (especially if it's on Netflix) I will board myself up in my room or on the couch and binge watch that show until I've watched the entire series... or until I'm caught up to date and watching it live on tv each week (THIS IS THE WORST).

I've discovered that I truly do NOT like watching tv shows while they're actually airing on tv. I don't like watching them every week, because HELLO I am way too busy for that. Also, I forget what time shows are on, what channel, what day of the week, etc. Also, because I don't have a PVR - it just does not work for me. Period.

I'd much rather wait until it's on Netflix, or I can buy the seasons on DVD and sit my butt down on the couch and get lost in 5-10 hours of binge watching. I know this is terribly lazy of me, but I don't do it often - so I feel like it can be justified. Also, shame on you if you just judged me for that. Whatever, you ALL have done it.



The worst part of binge watching a show is when it's over. Like, WHAT THE HECK DO I DO WITH MY LIFE NOW? This show has consumed any spare moment that I've had for the past *insert x amount of days or weeks here* and now I have nothing.

These are the kinds of thoughts that go through my head after my show has ended:
    I need to find a new show.
    But it's too soon.
    I must mourn the death finale of this series and move on with my life.
    Maybe I'll go back to being physically active and go running.
    Maybe I should call the friends that I've been avoiding.
    Maybe I should catch up on sleep.
    Maybe I should catch up on blog posts, or e-mails.

But then all thoughts of getting back to normal life gets through out. All because Netflix suggests another tv series that you may like, based on the other crap you've watched... and you get sucked in once again.

Binge watching is an awfully wonderfully addicting thing. I'm trying hard not to start a new show, but it's really hard... Must. Stay. Away.



Okay, I'm done rambling about nonsense. Happy weekend.
But seriously... someone tell me that I'm not the only person with this problem... Please.




Thursday, February 20, 2014

I like bacon, you like bacon, we like bacon


I've been spending far too much time on Pinterest the past two weeks since I've been stuck at home recovering. Also, Juliette sends me the most amazing pins which then makes me go on pining sprees... so I blame her for all my wasted time. Anyway, in case your Thursday needs a little brightening:


The Army had a half day.
Arrested Development gets me every time.


This might be my favourite use of 'technology', ever.


No, but seriously... bahahahaha.


Breaking Bad valentine.. haha yep, this would've won me over.


i like bacon, you like bacon, we like bacon.
I hope my future kid hands in homework like this...


Yep. J. Law cracks me up!


Liquid Zoo...


I guess I shouldn't laugh at this... but mittens.


Bless you...






Tuesday, February 18, 2014

You Don't Know What You've Got... 'Till It's Gone





I'm back, I'm back - you can picture me acting this way because I'm excited to be back today.


Ohhhh hi blog world. I'm back from the dead. Okay, not really dead.. But it's been a while since I've been around here.

If you follow me on twitter or instagram then you may or may not know that I've been a 'little' under the weather. So today I've decided to share a little lesson that I've learned in the past two weeks:

you don't know what you've got until it's gone..


I've heard this phrase so many times in my life but I never really realized how true this was until two weeks ago. My health is something that I take for granted every day. Being able to eat, drink, sleep, workout - these are all things that I've gotten used to being able to do every day and never truly be grateful for it.

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My oh-so dramatic 'sick' picture during one of my cold chills.


Let's back-track for a second here.. a few days after February started, my throat started hurting and my jaw started hurting. It felt like I was coming down with some kind of weird hybrid cold/flu because I had an extremely sore throat, jaw, had a fever, and kept having cold chills - but no stuffy nose or coughing. After telling my boss about my symptoms, he sent me home from work and told me that I needed to go to a doctor because I sounded like I had strep... and he was right. I had come down with a severe case of strep and I couldn't seem to get the antibiotics in my body quickly enough to push the sickness out.

At the same time that I discovered I had strep, my 2 wisdom teeth on the left side of my mouth decided to cut through the gums. They got mildly infected because of the strep and the gums got pretty inflamed... this left me with the inability to chew, talk, or even smile. Cue unhappy Faith.

Once the strep had almost fully cleared, the dentist cancelled some appointments and squeezed me in for an emergency surgery to have the teeth extracted - FUN. I had the surgery on Friday and I've spent the past few days recovering and today I'm actually starting to feel little more normal than I have in weeks and I can't tell you how grateful I am for this! It has now been 2 weeks since I've eaten real food or worked out, but I'm hoping to slowly incorporate exercise and food back into my life this week.

Oh, fun fact... Amanda and my Aunt Jay have both started calling me 'Chippy' because of my cheek...

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This will forever be the most unflattering picture of myself that I'll post on the internet.


Whoa, this whole post is filled with so much complaining, and I apologize for that. I just wanted to share what life has been like for the past two weeks and remind everyone not to take their health for granted! You truly don't know what you've got until it's gone.

Take care of yourself, friends!




Thursday, February 6, 2014

The Time I Asked Out My Starbucks Barista...


Well, it's Thursday and I'm finally just gracing the blog world with my presence. Yeah, my bad.

So, as I've mentioned before, I'm really stepping completely out of my comfort zone this year - and shared a few of my feats of stepping out of said 'comfort zone' so far this year. Well, after I wrote that blog post, I ended up completing one more feat of stepping out of my comfort zone in January, and clearly it needs to be documented.

For the record, this is totally one of those stories that I shouldn't share on my blog, since basically anyone in my life can read this... BUT... no shame, right? Right.

Lets back track a little bit here - there is a Starbucks near my office that a few of my colleagues and I frequent on a regular basis (okay, it's daily - don't judge me). We've gotten to know all of the baristas that work there, and have a pretty decent relationship with all of them... Well at the beginning of January, I happened to have a dream about one of the baristas.

In said dream, I asked him out, and I remember going on an amazing date - and then I woke up. Those are the only vague details that I can remember. Somehow, because of this obnoxious dream, I developed a crush on this guy. When I say crush, I mean a full-blown school girl kinda crush where I'd giggle at stupid things he'd say and flirt INCESSANTLY.



A few of my close friends knew about this crush, and a few of my colleagues knew about this crush. Bad call on my part for telling anyone because it quickly became a daily question. They would see my Starbucks cup sitting on my desk and they'd ask if I finally 'got up the balls' to just ask the guy out. And the answer was always no.

... Because I mean really, can we just take a second to discuss how nerve-wracking it is to actually ASK somebody out? Am I alone in this? Don't get me wrong, I have no problem asking a guy out through text if we've been talking/getting to know each other. But, the whole 'approaching a stranger and asking them out' thing is just flat out scary. Well, I thought it was. I now feel like I've conquered that fear, but it's whatever. Anyway...

My frequent trips over to Starbucks resulted in countless encounters of involving my over-the-top amazing flirting skills. Take, for example, last week - I called this guy an asshole when he offered me free cake... Because that's clearly how you flirt in Faith's world. One of my colleagues didn't let me forget that one for the rest of the day...



Finally, on Friday, after this had been going on for about three weeks... I got up the 'balls' to do it. I went over and purchased my tea, chatted with the guy for a few minutes and then walked away. I cursed myself and texted with one of my girlfriends that knew about the situation and she called me every variation of wimp known to mankind... thanks for that. You know who you are. Anyway, I sat at one of the tables inside and waited for the line up to die down so I could finally do it... but after 10 minutes the line-up was NOT dying down and I was starting to look like some kind of creep - so I grabbed my stuff and headed for the door.

As I was walking out, I literally walked straight into him and he kind of gave me a shocked look and asked what I was still doing there. I told him I was killing time before an appointment that I had, but was leaving now. Then I told myself to man up and do it NOW or forever hold your peace (I mean, that's basically what I said to myself), and the conversation went a little like this:

Me: 'uhhh so I've got like a super random question for you.
Him: 'okay? what's up?'
Me: 'would you want to go out some time?'
*THIS IS WHERE HE GETS INSANELY NERVOUS*
Him: 'uhhh... well... I... uhh... I'm kinda seeing someone. Sorry.'
Me: *laughs* 'okay, cool! no big deal'
Him: 'thanks? sorry! but thanks...
And then he turned around abruptly and ran walked away...

So, there's that.

I actually feel bad for the guy since he was visibly nervous/uncomfortable... he may be awkward with me for a while.



The funny thing was that I walked away and walked down the street for about 15 minutes with a HUGE smile on my face. Solely based on the fact that I got out of my comfort zone and asked him out. I conquered the stupid fear and did it. I honestly didn't care that he said no, like, at all.

Note to self: try not to make other people uncomfortable while you're getting out of your comfort zone.