Reward me, baby.

When 1/3 of your office is on unpaid leave (furlough problems), you have slightly more downtime. Which is why today I realized I have 18 reward cards in my old, beaten up well-loved gold wallet. ONE-EIGHT. Even more pathetic? A good half of them are to food establishments. Another quarter I barely use. I would say only 4 or 5 of this excessive collection are used with any regularity.

Upon realizing this, I decided I would download the key ring app. What a concept! You scan the barcode, it saves your card info for you, all you have to do is have the barcode scanned on your phone when you’re frequenting, say Staples (why do I have a Staples card? When did I last even GO there?!) I mean, God forbid I find myself reward card-less at Subway! No more carting sround all that crap, you’re efficient and so ‘now’! So I take the time, upload each one to the app… and promptly return all the plastic devils to my absurdly overstuffed Kate Spade. What if it doesn’t work next time I find myself at American Eagle (seriously, when do I shop there?)!

For reals, what the hell do most of these even bring to my life? CVS I get. Extracare, you my homey.  I felt truly accomplished when I achieved VIB at Sephora. Then I realized that meant I had dropped $500 there in a year. Whoops…? But legit I have been scanning my Hallmark card for what seems like years, have achieved “silver level”, and I’ve never seen a thing as a result.

But you bet your bottom dollar that sucker gets swiped every time. “Oh, I have a rewards card!” Well played, companies. You know my spending habits. You have me hooked on even more junk I don’t need.

But, I mean, for real, I get ounce back at Orange Leaf frozen yogurt and you can’t just throw that away.


Feeling old.

You know how I know I’m old? Well, besides 2 day hangovers, endless bills and the need to get a good night sleep, I am crazy into home decor lately.

Really this shouldn’t be shocking. I live for color, warmth, pizzazz (I forgot about that word! Welcome back, sassy friend). The home is just the next, grown-up frontier.

One Kings Lane is the stuff of my fantasies. I spend eons in Home Goods. I. Can’t. Stop. Salivating.  It’s slightly silly because I rent, although I never did get the whole not decorating if you don’t own it thing. It’s not a padded cell!

Other ways I’m old? I yelled at two teens to slow down on 93 yesterday. I was in bed by 930p a couple of Fridays ago.

But I’m okay with it. I’m alive and I’m healthy! I’ve made it nearly 29 years, with hopefully many more to go. I have a place to call home that I can decorate (even if most of that decorating happens for free on my Pinterest Dream House board). Being “old” is a good problem to have.

….you get what you need!

Cliched quotes. You hate ’em, you love ’em, odds are either way you’ve used them. Maybe outloud in comforting a friend, to yourself to get through a trying time, and– if you’re a Generation Yer– probably at some point in an AIM away message.

Lately a saying– “Thank God for unanswered prayers”– has been on my mind. About six months ago, I read The Secret for the first time (4 years late to the game) and, cheesy as it sounds, it spoke to me. Hogwash or not, I attempted to use that mindset to ‘manifest’ a relationship. While it wasn’t the person I originally had my eye on, my wonderful, giving, goofy boyfriend, A, came into my life just then. A man who undoubtedly is a better fit for this spitfire and who loves me for, and in spite of, my spunk. Coincidence or not, I didn’t get exactly what I wanted, but I got exactly what I needed…and then some.

Which leads me to one of my favorite songs, the always-appropriate-to-belt-out-in-your-car classic “You Can’t Always Get What You Want” by The Rolling Stones. We always assume we know what’s best for us– and many times, we do. But how many times has something fallen through, torn you apart, let you down? Countless, most likely. But I’m willing to bet something better for you eventually happened too.

As a worrier and a planner by nature, this theory is especially important for me to remember. I’m trying to take these words of wisdom to heart, do my best, and let my life unfold as it should. So chill out, lady, because every little thing is gonna be all right.

What, you didn’t think I’d let this post close out without a little BMarley, did you?!