This weekend I learned so much about life and myself.
When I started this blog I knew it would be a good outlet for me to express myself (through writing, of course). Since I clearly don’t work at a newspaper or magazine company (in my dreams), my blog gives me an opportunity to write. (I was the girl in college who never minded sitting in front of the computer for five hours writing a 20-page paper, it sounded a lot better than taking some sort of test). Writing gave me a way to express myself and really shine. (My feature writing professor loved me and would always pick me to read my feature stories out loud to the class. Hello, hells yes. I was never the “shy” girl). Now, I know for damn sure I’m not the best writer but I just try to keep my blog light, funny and interesting. But I also value the blogs where bloggers are so brutally honest that you cry, get mad and laugh out loud. I want my blog to be a reflection of my life; the good, the bad and the ugly. And boy, do some parts of life get ugly. Matt tells me, “You can’t control or change people.” I’m always thinking I can fix things or change things for the better, to make life easier. But this weekend made me realize I can’t change people’s behavior, they are going to do what they want and some people don’t care who they hurt while doing it. This made me sad and mad. I also realized some people really won’t ever grow up and the only thing you can do is try your best not to feed into it. Therefore, I need to distance myself from the bad and try my hardest to still support the “good” or should I say, innocent.
I also learned that my husband is truly one of the nicest people I have ever met and really goes out of his way to make me happy.
Like telling me we don’t have to watch the Ravens playoff game if I don’t want to. Now, in Baltimore standards, that’s true love.
So we called my parents and asked if they wanted to head to Ellicott City, Maryland. This way the guys (my dad and Matt) could watch the game at a bar there and my mom and I could check out the antique shops.
Ellicott City’s Main Street, has an Irish feel. Not that I have ever been to Ireland, but my parents have and my mom said it made her feel as though she was in a town in Ireland.
My mom said these pictures were boring, Ha! Sorry, I didn't have the "nice" camera.
Oddly enough, the inside of the antique shops had a French feel with light pink, green and blue decor. The light colors and unique decorating made me want to redecorate my house!
Some of the older antique shops just smelt like fart and pretty-much sold old expensive junk. At one point, my mom and I got the giggles because someone was clearly crop-dusting* and it was terrible. I couldn’t even breathe. I had to hide my nose in my scarf. What the hell? Take it into the bathroom, people.
It was nice to get out of our little town and clear my head.
Matt and I came home to a nice relaxing evening, we made chili and watched “The Change Up” Have you seen? A lot of boobs, but funny!
*Crop-dusting= walking farts.