Being the "Tall Girl"

Hey Y'all, 

Listen, I know it's been a long time.  Way too long.  I'm well aware.  My computer is something else, and makes it quite difficult in motivating me to use it. 

I know it's a BEAUTIFUL holiday, and e'rrybody's got some plans to be somewhere, doin' something.  Or even to be nowhere, doing nothing.  Both are fantastic options 

(By the way - Happy Birthday 'Merica!) 

However, I was finally able to read a few blogs on Bloglovin, since I haven't been able to read any in quite awhile.  This post on Thought Catalog really hit the nail on the head with everything I've ever wanted to say.  So, to all y'all - please take this into consideration and just a smile will do! :)

Life As The “Tall Girl”

Jul. 3, 2013

By Leslie Cunningham

Motherfucker, if you tell me I’m too tall to be wearing these heels one more time, I am going to take off said five inch stilettos, stab them through your eye sockets and into your brain. That’s what I’m thinking, that’s what I want to say, but instead I just smile a half smile and say something along the lines of “I don’t think there’s such a thing as too tall.” I’m approximately five feet eleven inches with bare feet. When I’m strutting my stuff around town in my favorite pair of black wedges I’m a respectable six foot two. So yes, I am tall. It’s quiet obvious that I am genetically gifted in the height department yet I find that most people have the need to point it out to me on an almost daily basis. 

“Wow. You’re tall.” Says some random stranger on the street.

“Good detective work Nancy Drew let’s go meet up with the Hardy Boys at Mystery Lake,” says I. Of course I’ve never actually said anything like that before. My mother raised me too well. But I want too. It gets old. People like to point out what sets others apart from them and for me, that’s my height. I’m different from most girls in the fact that my legs are nine tenths of my body and that I’m taller than most guys. Most of the comments aren’t negative. Some are complementary, (because tall is synonymous with model I get that from time to time), but then again some aren’t necessarily flattering. People often tell me my height is intimidating. I’ve heard boys say they wouldn’t date someone as tall as me. Giraffe, giantess, Amazon, I’ve been called it all. 

Most of the time it doesn’t ruffle my feathers. I embrace my height. I wear heels whenever I damn well please despite knowing multiple people will make some snide comment. But sometimes, I wish I were petite. I see little five foot four girls being swallowed up in the big bear hugs of their boyfriends. They don’t struggle to find pants with long enough inseams. Petite girls with dimples get called cute. I get called daunting. Petite girls get asked for their numbers. I get asked if I play basketball. Which by the way, no I don’t. Mind you these thoughts are only the ones I have in my darkest hours. There are lots of things people can do to change their appearance. Height is not one of them so most of the time I simply say fuck it. I’m tall and I love it. I’ve never had to ask anyone to reach anything for me. I can always see above the crowd at concerts and you know what, at least people notice me. I am forced to stand out because I tower above everyone else. It’s made me bold. It’s helped me become comfortable in my own skin because it’s my only choice and it’s a great conversation starter. People love to ask me my height. So yes, I am tall. I am the tall girl and I am proud of it.

As Always,

AJ

Egg-static for Easter

Hey Ya'll,

(That title took longer than I'd like to say to come up with - I'm fresh out, guys)

I'm a little kid at heart.  The kind of person who skips down the street for absolutely no reason, than the freeing feeling.  The kind of person who bakes chocolate chip cookies, but ends up making half the batch, because I've gotten too excited and licked the spoons, mixer blades (sorry mom!), and bowl. The kind of girl who can't keep a straight face, and mutters under her breath "...that's what she said".  (Yes, I'm aware the joke is old, overdone, and terrible.) ( I also don't care!)

I also enjoy celebrating holidays, as most kids do.  It brings me back to my carefree childhood times.

So, yes, I carved pumpkins for Halloween. 

And, yes, I did do Christmas big. 

So, what holiday is next? 

Yes, I'm aware that Easter isn't "technically" about cute little bunnies, colorful eggs, hunting for said eggs, and peeps.  However, I am not a super religious person, so, to me, this is how I like to celebrate. To each their own, right?

To make a long story longer, Martha - I love you.  I'm going to dye eggs this year if it kills me.  

Any suggestions to what I can do with these chicken droppings after Easter? I can only eat so many hard-boiled eggs. Serious guys, too many eggs can kill (It's probably on Wikipedia).

Love, AJ

Old

O hey y'all! 

How is your St Patrick's Day? I hope that you've thoroughly overdone yourselves.  Isn't that what St Patrick's Day is all about? Irish culture and the over indulgence of certain intoxifying beverages?

If you've ever been to Dallas, you'll know, that their 2 biggest party days are New Years and St Patrick's Day.  Although, some will probably argue that football season is insanity as well.  And, well, while with college football, they may have a point, I'll fight them to the death about certain pro football teams (GO PACK GO!). 

Anyways, with a certain birthday approaching in the very near future, I've had to come to the reluctant realization that I am not the young, spry gal that I once was.  Seriously.  I'm sure I'm getting a lot of eye rolls with that statement, but I'm pretty in touch with myself, and it's true. 

I'm. uh. old.

 While I try to ease into my late twenties gracefully, many of my friends are getting married, having babies and baby siblings, or doing the whole party lifestyle thing.  More power to all of them.  However, I find the eternal struggle as to what suits myself.  I'm in absolutely no way ready to even consider reproducing (this weekend helped solidify that reasoning).  However, my body has reached it's limit as to what it can handle "party-wise".  

So, what I'm getting at, is -- Yes, I'm currently in my mid-twenties quickly bordering on the very scary upper-twenties.  Yes, a full day of partying must be well thought out and planned accordingly.  And yes, unfortunately, according to HIMYM, "Nothing good," really doesn't "happen after 2am".  I mean really, if I am not in bed by midnight, I'm going to be a little crabby.  I really am not missing out on anything, right? 

Anybody want to correct me? Anybody think I have the right mindset here?  I'm serious here.  I'm willing to listen to anybody.  I feel like I'm failing as a human being! I love to have fun, and I have plenty of fun (as far as I am aware!)

That being said, Slainte!