Adulting

So a little peak into my life latey:

The other night I got out of the shower after 10pm and had an intense craving for frozen yogurt. So I went. Just threw on some sweats, put a headband in my wet hair, and went.

I have developed a keen awkwardness around males. I used to be a very smooth flirt in front of the fellas. But I am here to tell you there is nothing smooth about gasping, spilling your drink, and tripping when you see a shirtless guy at work (yes this happened).

Speaking of tripping, and guys...this happened again the other day. I was walking out of my job and didn't clear a gate when I was stepping over it. This resulted in me falling and knocking over every other section of the gate in a quite impressive domino fashion. And bonus! It was in front of a guy I have a very school-girl-like crush on.

I literally hid my phone for an entire day to avoid real life.  I wanted to continue this, and still would be, but I realized I pay for that dang thing. Bills suck yo.

I stayed up till 3 for the past couple of weeks laughing my butt off at Urkel on Family Matters all alone in my room like a crazy person. This was regretted every time my alarm went off early the next morning for work, but not changed. I have my priorities. 

Speaking of Urkel, my mom surprised me and gave me a Steve Urkel doll she found at an antique store and I squealed almost as loud as I did when my sister and I scored front row One Direction tickets.

And one more "McKenzie is awkward around guys" story. While I was at work recently, I was having a rough day, which prompted a heart-to-heart with the cat of the family I work for. It was all fine and dandy till the guy I work for walked in and caught me talking to it.

And there ya have it, welcome to adulting folks.

Life Tip #3,301- Make Sure Your Blind Date Speaks Your Language

(sadly, my sister lost the one picture we got as proof of that hilariously horrible night, but I figured a picture of me and my 20 year old naive self from that same year could suffice)

So a few years ago when my sister was in college, I, for some STRANGE reason (which I still do not understand) let my sister convince me to go to a college dance with her.  She said that she and her ex boyfriend had found a date for me already, all I had to do was come. Hmmm...

Red flag number one.

Well, I should have considered the fact that my sister's psycho EX was the one setting me up with a date, and that's really not the best idea in the first place. 

 Red flag number two.

Not to mention, going on a double date with your sister, her ex, and a complete stranger just MIGHT be a little awkward in and of itself. 

Red flag number three.

But, I went down in faith that it was going to be a fun, memorable night! 

                                                                                                     ....Well, it WAS memorable.

After going on a day trip with my sister, her ex, and their horrible,erratic driver of a professor, we came back to my sister's apartment to get ready for the dance.  I was barely getting over my lingering carsickness from the day's trip with the nutty professor, but I managed to get ready and feel semi-okay.  Then I overheard my sister and her ex on the phone talking.... and it turns out my sister's ex met my date... at a construction site.  Red flag number four.

After having a slight freak out and telling my sister I no longer wanted to go and trying to get out of it,  my sister's ex and my date showed up.  This is the part of the story where I would love to say that he was tall, dark, handsome, mysteriously sexy, and tanned from his long hours in the sun working, and that all of my anxiety over going out with this construction-site-find-of-a stranger was erased. 

                                                Well...he was about 2 inches shorter than me, very shy, and barely spoke a lick of English.   

Red flag number five.

Needless to say the night was full of awkward silences, saying "I'm sorry, what was that?," awkward slow dances looking down at my date, and trying to understand each other over the loud music and obvious language barrier. AWK.WARD.NESS.  

Now, my sister and I laugh until we cry about that night.  And now I know: Never let your sister's ex set you up with a blind date. And if you, for some reason do, make SURE they speak your language.

This is what happens when we have the house to ourselves

In a very rare occurance last weekend, my sister and I had the house to ourselves.  And this is how we spent the afternoon....it was epic.

Crock Pot Cheesecake, British Accents, and other Amazing Things

I have had a serious addiction to late-night Pinterest binges.  And these are some of the gems of the week.

PEETA! haha. This cracked me up:

And OH my gosh when I get married, this is SO happening:

 

 And holy old glory, Jude Law, I love you and your beautiful,wavy hair and dreamy blue eyes and smooth British accent. 

Crock Pot Cheesecake?! Um, HECK yes! SO trying this like, today!

(recipe)

That One Time I Dyed My Hair Brown and Went On Vacation (Part II)

The second day of vacation my sister and I went to Six Flags for the first time ever....and let me just say...AWESOME!! I died over all the Batman, Superman (Smallville/Tom Welling anyone?), and Coke paraphernalia. 

And this, my friends, is called "Supreme Funnel Cake" and can I just say that it's strawberry chocolaty goodness was TO DIE FOR.

And this was my little sister after experiencing her first upside down roller coaster:

I was seriously hoping Tom Welling or Christian Bale would be there walking around,  but no luck. Maybe next year...

My Nephew Is Hilarious

So, I have an 18 month old nephew. And he is stinking hilarious.  I am so blessed because I get to spend a lot of time with him and there is not a day that goes by when I see him and am not practically rolling on the floor laughing at him. He is just a kick.

Not to mention, he is stinking ADORABLE!!

 This is his cheesy grin that he does when he is hamming it up, or... when he's in trouble.

 I know I am bias, but seriously, cutest little boy ever.

He has a slight obsession carrying around handfuls of dog food and throwing them piece by piece at our 2 dogs. And a few weeks ago when my sister and I came home from vacation, he was just super excited and hyper the rest of the day. Plus, he's figured out how to start undressing himself. All of that combined equals this:

(sorry it's sideways, my mom shot the video haha)

Jackson from McKenzie Mease on Vimeo.