The Two Most Important Things for Having an Awesome Wedding Reception

File this under: things no one tells you.

The programs. The favors. The food [sit down, buffet, heavy hors d'oeuvres?!] The seating chart. The decorations. The centerpieces. The table cloths. EV.ERY.THING that must be considered to have thee most perfect wedding.

Thanks a lot, Pinterest.

When you’re in the depths of wedding planning, every detail seems painstakingly crucial. Like, your first dance song and what kind of granola bar to put in the welcome bag for your guests at the hotel are on the same level of critical importance.

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I’m here to tell you to slow down, crazy. Slow down. 

While all the cutesy things are appreciated in the moment, no one will remember them. Sorry. Truth is, you might not even remember them.

Like, what did my centerpieces look like? I don’t really remember off the top of my head. What I do remember is crying over them because Cory and I couldn’t agree on anything. Or our bouquets, for example - I can only remember the colors.


But exactly what they looked like? Um, not really. But at the time, they were SO IMPORTANT. [insert eye roll here]

I think all us girls can agree that after you’ve had your own wedding, or if you’re lucky enough to attend some weddings while you’re wedding planning, you kind of become a wedding critic.

In a, hmm – I see what she did there, critic. [And sometimes a what the fuck did she do there? critic]

As a seasoned wedding critic, I’ve found that there are only two things that truly matter when it comes to hosting a fun, memorable wedding reception.

Music and Booze. 

Clearly, the venue, the food, the and fluff matter. Duh, of course they do – but not nearly as much as the music and the booze.


I’ve been to over-the-top weddings and backyard weddings and I’ve had equal amounts of fun, because both had great music and free liquor.

People like dancing. People like free drinks. People like dancing with free drinks. [I despise dancing, but at weddings, I'll put that hate in the corner.]

At our wedding, we didn’t spend money on favors (seriously, because all I could find in the favor department was pure cheese) so we considered our open bar the “favor.” As much as everyone would have liked a wine glass with Cory & Colleen 8.6.11 engraved on the front, I think free liquor for 6 hours was more appreciated.

[One of my favorite photos from the reception. Everyone's faces over Bruce's dance moves gets me every time!]

I know in tons of wedding books and magazines they say to allocate 20% [or whatever] of your budget to flowers or stationary or something else that will die or be quickly thrown away. But go with me on this one – music and booze. That winning combination will create the best memories for years to come.

Oh, and skip the champagne toast. By that point, everyone already has a drink, so it [the champagne and the money] goes to waste. And that’s alcohol abuse if you ask me.

On Deciding to Leave Facebook

So, yesterday I realized how pathetic I am.

I decided to deactivate my Facebook, and it was, like, way more difficult than it should have been.

Cory deleted his Facebook a few weeks ago, and I’ve been teetering on the fence ever since; wanting to follow suit, but not ballsy enough to actually do it.

I mean, I have gotten to the point where I spend time looking through other people’s Facebook pictures and profiles and knowing things about people I shouldn’t know.

People who I used to know intimately are now just pictures and status updates that show up on my computer screen. If we have let go of each other in real life, why are we still disconnectedly connected?

I need to be more about the real connections.


I got to the point where, if something fun or cool or exciting was happening, I felt the compulsion to tell the Facebook world about it.

Like, why am I subconsciously looking for validation from people who aren’t really people in my life?

And why am I not having real conversations with people who are real people in my life?! For example, I adore my cousins, and I like the shit out of their Facebook statues and pictures, but when is the last time I called any of them?

The answer is too embarrassing to admit, and I refuse to live in a world where everyone is “too busy” for a short phone call.

But! All of that still wasn’t enough for me to be like Hey, crazy, step away from the Facebook. 

I realized that scrolling through Facebook wasn’t some mindless activity when it had gotten to the point where I found myself comparing other people’s joy and excitement to my own joy and excitement.

My life is pretty fucking awesome, but I let other people’s adventures and experiences subtract value from my own.


That’s just sad, and that’s not the kind of person I like being.

So, do I think Facebook is terrible? Not at all. I just think it makes feeling happy and confident a little harder than it should be. Am I giving up Facebook forever? Probably not. I just feel the need to step away, and I sure as hell don’t have enough self control to just not look at Facebook.

I’ll be honest, getting rid of Facebook kinda sorta definitely felt like getting rid of a body part. Maybe not a body part that you’d totally need to function, but more like a pinky finger.

Everyone can get by without a pinky finger, right?


Things No One Tells Engaged Girls

My wedding day was one of the best days of my life for many reasons, but mainly I think it was because all I cared about was getting married. 

I was a laid back bride for the mot part, but I had a few “moments.” Most notable: the 20-minute conversation about white vs. ivory napkins which ended with something like,  Are you fucking kidding me?! They’re the same!! Someone else just make the GD decision! Where was the cake tasting everyone kept talking about?

As wedding season begins and my third wedding anniversary approaches, I felt that it was time to share my Things No One Tells series.

My first installment shall focus on being newly engaged.

Things No One Tells Newly Engaged Girls

First off, I don’t mean to be harsh, but no one cares about your wedding nearly as much as you do. Really. No one. 

Don’t get mad at me, Bridezilla. I’m trying to help.

You don’t want to be the girl who only talks about herself for the year leading up to the wedding, do you? We all know her, and we all know she’s obnoxious. You want to avoid the identity shift from woman-with-goals-and-achievements to Bride. It’s tough, but I believe in you!

Once the shock of The Proposal sets in, choosing your bridesmaids is probably one of the first things you’ll want to do. But I encourage you to not jump the gun. If you’re going to have a long engagement, wait a few months. You don’t want to regret a bridesmaid. I see it happen all the time. Tragic, really.

When it does come time to choose a wedding party, always keep in mind why you want those women by your side on The Big Day.


I say that, because nothing can kill a friendship faster than you letting their identities shift from Best Friends Forever to Wedding Slaves.

If you somehow believe in your twisted mind that your friends (who have lives and jobs and hobbies outside of being your bridesmaid) are supposed to bend over backwards for you and your perfect day, those girls will become sick of you and kick you to the curb faster than you can post honeymoon selfies. I know you’re marrying your best friend, but trust me when I say that your girlfriends are your soul mates. Don’t be a bitch.


During your engagement you’re bound to be celebrated more than once. Be a gracious bride, and do not expect anything from anyone. If someone is willing to throw you a bridal shower or a bachelorette party, your only job is to be the happiest, most thankful person in the room. Please remember that those people don’t have to do any of that for you.


Being engaged is fun and exciting, but with countless wedding magazines and Say Yes to the Dress marathons, it’s easy to lose sight of the end game: marriage. Don’t let the engagement serve as a “time out” from nurturing your relationship. Keep dating, keep flirting, and keep having conversations that don’t revolve around The Wedding.

Oh, please refrain from calling your fiancé your hubby. It makes people throw up in their mouths a little bit.


Break Up with Your Makeup

When I write about self-confidence and body image, it’s common for people to think about weight and the size of their jeans. Right?

But for me, my SKIN can largely make-or-break my self-confidence. Some weeks my skin is really good and some weeks it’s really bad.

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Whenever I have breakouts, I tend to pick and pop zits. TERRIBLE, I know! It’s a nervous habit that I don’t even realizing I’m doing until it’s too late. As a result, I have some awesome scaring on my chin, neck, and side of my face and I try to cover them with makeup all the time.

Up until I was about 21, I prided myself on being one of those girls who didn’t need makeup. My skin was clear and even-toned; no red spots or scaring. Take me baaaack!!

Recently, I wept to an esthetician and she told me that a “hormone change” happened in my body, which normally causes zit on the chin, temples, and neck. Apparently typical for woman in the 20′s. Damn it.  

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But I preach self-acceptance and self-confidence here, so I was more than willing to break up with my makeup for a few days. Yes, I was nervous. Yes, I felt self-conscious. But you know what? I got over it.

No one barked at me or shielded their eyes (unless that’s what you’re doing due to the above photo), and I live to tell the tale.

You know what’s coming next, don’t you? Of course you do.

You know I’m going to challenge YOU to go without your makeup safety blanket. Not for, but just for a day every now and then. Rather than always trying to conceal, try letting your skin heal.

I bet you’ll even feel good when you do it. (You might feel really good if you win their sweepstakes and get to walk down the red carpet at the Emmy’s.)

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I was selected for this opportunity as a member of Clever Girls Collective and the content and opinions expressed here are all my own.

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Virtual Blog Tour

A few weeks ago, THIS LADY emailed me about tagging me in this Virtual Blog Tour that’s been making it’s way around the blog world.

Like yellow cars, I hadn’t seen one of these “tours” until she pointed it out, but now I can’t stop seeing them. Thanks a lot, Presley ;)

You know I love silly little surveys, but this one is different because it gives the read a look into how and what the blogger is doing. Anyway, here we go!


What am I working on?

I feel like the only thing I’m not working on is keeping the baseboards in my house clean.

Professionally: I have a career that I genuinely adore, so that’s something I’m always working on. I started as an intern at my company, so it’s been a fun ride to get where I am today. A blessing/curse of mine is that I’m never fully satisfied, so I’m currently working on pursuing a few certifications related to the EAP field in hopes of continuing to move on up!

Personally: I tried to make this sound less cheesy than it is, but it’s impossible: every day, I’m constantly asking myself how I can be better than yesterday. A better person, a better wife, a better friend, sister, daughter, employee, etc. Some days I’m not better than the day before, but that’s okay. That just means I have to try again tomorrow.

Blog: This blog is my favorite hobby-turned-small-business. Writing is a passion of mine, and I get such a kick out of the fact that other people want/like to read what I write. I’m working on a redesigning the blog and I have a few little campaigns on the books. Gasp! I make money from blogging. Get over it ;)

How does my work differ from others of it’s genre?

I don’t think I’m special or different, really. Maybe it’s because I’m not of the Everyone Gets a Trophy generation. Honestly, I think my use of the fuck word tends to separate me from the pack, but that’s about it. I’m just like any other blog, besides the fact that I rarely give a shit if what I say offends you.

Why do I write what I do?

I have countless notebooks filled with thoughts that span from my pre-teen years to my life now as an old married lady; but the reason I write this blog is because everyone needs someone to relate to, don’t you think?

I’m neurotic and weird and sarcastic and honest and I have a twisted, self-deprecating sense of humor, and I think people get that about me. I started this blog for so many reasons, but I continue this blog to be an advocate for the average. I feel douchy using the word inspire but I simply want to motivate others to like themselves, accept themselves and feel good about themselves.

How does my writing process work?

I get an idea, and then I write about it. It’s that simple.

I’m not a photographer, so I’m not editing pics all the live long day. I upload them from my iPhone. I feel like I’m the only blogger without a DSLR 39387534 camera. Oh, well.

I’m normally making fun of myself or someone else, so I guess my process is: living life? And if something funny (or totally embarrassing) happens, you bet I’ll write about.


Now it’s MY Turn to Tag!

Georgia from Georgia Trying Something New

Georgia Brown is an expert of nothing and a sharer of everything. She lost 50 pounds, transitioned to a vegan diet, and started Georgia Trying Something New as a way to prove that eating healthy and working out can be fun (though some days she can’t convince herself #NetflixMarathon). She is an advocate for feeling great at any weight, and living your best life, whatever that may mean for each individual. She currently works in theatre, and is currently trying to find the balance between “ommm” and “GO.”

You can follow Georgia on GTSN Instagram // Twitter // Youtube 

Courtney from Sweet Tooth Sweet Life

I’ve been blogging for a little over 4 years, and both the blog and myself have evolved in ways that I would have never imagined when I had first started. I just turned 30 this year, I’m a full-time working mama to my 10-1/2 month old son, Lucas, and wife to my high school sweetheart of 15 years. I rarely turn down a dessert, I love a good beer, and I’m slowly working on getting back into a solid fitness routine after having to take a break to regain my health and getting pregnant (you can read all about my experience through this series of posts). Stop by the blog anytime, and you’re likely to see pics of my baby, random eats, and me attempting (aka, struggling) to balance everything!

You can follow Courtney on STSL // Instagram // Twitter // Facebook

 Be sure to check these ladies out. They have great blogs, but they’re both also friends of mine! Happy reading! :)

Negative Body Image Knows No Body Type

If you’ve been reading this blog for more than a week, you know that I have struggled with body image issues. Like so many young females, today’s society made me believe I was supposed to look a certain way to be beautiful, and that I certainly wasn’t supposed to love myself if I didn’t meet those standards.


Standards, like, not being a weirdo. Definitely don’t meet that qualification.

I got some flack for the post I wrote about gaining weight. People wrote emails and posted negative comments on the internet about how I am “too thin to complain about gaining weight and struggling with body image issues.”


For three and a half years, I’ve tried to use this platform to normalize things from mental health to body image to being a weird human being; but clearly, I’ve got a ways to go.

Speaking in societal terms, I’m average; even leaning towards the thin end of the spectrum. As a recovering body-hater, it’s taken me years to realize this.

The point of me, a normal-border-line-thin girl, writing about body image issues is to prove that this type of struggle doesn’t belong to one body type.


my thick eyebrows used to make me SO self-conscious!

That’s right! Negative body image knows no body type. The only requirement for having body image issues is having a body.

Secondly, if someone thinner than you opens up to you about her struggles with her own body image you might roll your eyes and say to yourself, “God, if she thinks SHE’S fat, what does she think about ME?”

I can assure you, friend, that she doesn’t think anything about you.

Did you get that? It’s not about you.

Negative body image doesn’t care if a girl is thin, fat, round, stocky, lanky, black, white, or purple. It doesn’t matter how you a see a girl, it matters how she sees herself. Let her own her struggles. It’s impossible (not to mention, RUDE) if you tell someone how she is supposed to feel. 

If she opens up to you about her struggle, just listen.

Lastly, remember, if (if! if! if!) she’s comparing herself to you, I can guarantee that in her mind, she’s not measuring up to the beautiful person she thinks you are.

Weekend Wrap Up: Wedding Season Beings!

This weekend was a fun whirlwind! Bobby and Whitney were in town, so all was right in the world. Normally, we enjoy laid back visits when we’re together, but this weekend we had a college friend’s wedding on the books.

Cory and Bobby were both involved in the wedding party, so they had to arrive early in the afternoon, which meant Whitney and I did, too. We adequately prepared to keep ourselves liquored up occupied all afternoon before the festivities began.



The wedding was a BYOB event, and that’s really something I can support. When I got ready to pour my first drink at the reception, I started to do so under the table.

When someone looked at me like I had just punched a baby and asked what I was doing, I was like, Oh, right! This is allowed! And then the drinks started flowing freely. It was a beautiful thing.


It might be just me, but I get a little overzealous with anything that’s mini-sized. When I saw all different mini wine bottles at World Market last week, I felt like I had hit the BYOB jackpot and bought, like, ten. They were plastic, too! How could I resist?!

It was a win-win, my friends.

It was a really a win-win-win because we got to spend the weekend with two of our absolute favorite people. Whenever we get to spend time with Bobby and Whitney, we’re reminded just how lucky we are to have such true friendship in our lives. It’s a rarity, am I right?!


Starting Out

Throughout college, I felt like an adult. I mean, I lived in an apartment off campus, I could  totally eat whatever I wanted at the dining hall, and I could drink beer. Friends, the freedom was endless.

Adulthood was all but conquered. I had it figured out.

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the face of someone who clearly has everything figured out.

It wasn't until my Senior year, mere weeks before graduation, when I realized college was the set of training wheels for Adulthood.

College was a safe, pretend adult bike ride. If I tried to get gutsy with my balance, trusty syllabi and my parents were there to get me back on track.

Thinking back to graduation, I still get butterflies. I was so nervous. I had no idea what the future held (duh) - I didn't have a job or acceptance into graduate school, I didn't know how long I'd have to live with my parents, and most importantly, I didn't know what my future with Cory would be.

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I'm Type A to the core. I hate when anything is up in the air. I prefer everything to be tightly and neatly cemented to the ground. Always.

As I walked across the stage, I caught sight of my favorite professors and I felt the tears well up. I know what you're thinking - Colleen! They graded you and made your life difficult for 4 years! Why cry?!

I cried because Longwood is tiny, and the relationship between students and professors is a special one. Those several professors met me as a scared 18-year-old freshman and helped mold me into a confident 22-year-old college graduate (even if I had no direction, they had me convinced I'd find it somehow ;) )

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I found my family soon after the ceremony, buzzing with excitement, ready to take a million pictures. For a moment, the oh-crap-what-happens-next feeling had evaporated. It was just a frenzy.

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It was when I finally met up with Cory, in front of the building which housed my major, that I felt calm.

As we stood there smiling for our parent's cameras, Cory began telling me that as our chapter at Longwood was ending, he couldn't help but start the next chapter without me by his side.

It was there, on the campus where we met, in front of the building in which I had spent countless hours, with our closest family members watching - he proposed.


In an instant, I went from feelings of anxiety about Real Adulthood, to looking forward to it with every fiber of my being, knowing that I'd have my best friend by side through it all.

We may not have it all together. We may still be starting out. I may I still have that weird paranoia that one day someone is going to pull the curtain down and say Ah-ha! She's only pretending to know what she's doing!

But I think that's how the Freshman Year of Adulthood feels for everyone. And it's good, knowing we're not in it alone.

Disclosure: Compensation was provided by State Farm via Mode Media.  The opinions expressed herein are those of the author and are not indicative of the opinions or positions of State Farm. 


Like a good neighbor, State Farm is there

Name Your Favorite

Gahh, I’m such a sucker for silly surveys like these. Blame the itty bitty part of my former MySpace loving soul. Thanks for giving me the idea, Ashley!

Name Your Favorite

Person: Cory, duh. I’ll be the first to admit that there are days when I’m like, Dude, don’t fucking talking to me right now about anything. Thankfully those days are few and far between ;) Cory and I have pretty opposite personalities, so he’s really my perfect match.


Color: Pink and Green. I really wish I was an AKA.

Food: Is all food an inappropriate answer? I get so angry when I’m hungry (“hangry.”) Homegirl here likes to eat, but a potato in pretty much and shape or form always wins. Or, hotdogs at the ballpark. I’m a model of health, I know.


Smell: In the summertime, I love the smell of a charcoal grill. In the fall, I love anything and everything pumpkin spice (latte.)


Book: Oh my GOD. This question always feels like Sophie’s Choice to me. All-stars: Gone Girl, The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, anything Jodi Picoult.

Without hesitation, I can tell you my LEAST favorite book: 50 Shades of Grey. Worst fucking book ever. Not because it was soft core housewifey porn – but because the writing was so terrible. I found myself skipping pages just so I could reach the end before stabbing my eyes out.

Sorry. Random rage.

Movie: I am so not a movie person. I can watch TV shows on Netflix for 8 hours, but I hate watching movies. I can’t explain that one, honestly. That said, Now & Then, Shawshank Redemption, The Sandlot, and Stand By Me are some of my favorites.

Time of Day: I’m a morning person, but my favorite time of day is after work, when I get to hang out with Cory, maybe have a cocktail, and definitely talk/vent about our days. Now that the weather is nice, we can hang out on our deck!



Day of the Week: Happy hour Friday – Sunday morning. Okay, I know that’s not one day, but it’s my part of each week because I can relax and partake in my favorite extracurricular activities.


Things to do when bored: I’m rarely bored, but scrolling through Instagram, Twitter, Facebook and Pinterest are the best time killers that rarely disappoint.

Celebrity: Ellen. She’s my spiritual animal and it’s a mission in my life to meet her.

Drink: Let’s be honest, it’s vodka.


TV Show: Suits. Scandal. Pretty Little Lairs. 19 Kids and Counting. Dance Moms.

Fruit: I don’t have a favorite. For shame, I know. One fruit that makes me gag? Honeydew.

Quote: The quotes section on Pinterest is my favorite, but this Judy Garland quote has been my favorite since I was a teenager



Potato chip flavor: BBQ

Meal of the day: Oh man, breakfast. It’s so easy and never boring.

Ice cream flavor: I don’t like ice cream, but you know I love Sweet Frog. My favorite fro-yo flavor is cake batter.

sfSeason: FALL. I love Spring and Summer but Fall is my favorite. The clothes, the holidays, the pumpkin, everything. It’s my favorite!

Dessert: Sweet Frog. Cory is currently looking to admit me into a detox facility.

Lifehack: Using my blowdryer to heat up my eyelash curler – it makes the curl look better and last longer.

There you have it, folks! Have a fantastic day! :)

Young Professional: Dressing Well on a Budget

I do not consider myself to be a fashionista in any sense of the word. I actually used to envy people who posted regular #ootd pictures (Mom, that stands for “outfit of the day.”)

Outfit of the day? Ain’t nobody got time for that. 

Shoot, if I have a cute outfit, I hesitate to post it on social media because God knows I’ll wear it to as many different events in one week as possible. 

But lately, I’ve been hitting the jackpot at JC Penney (FYI  this is NOT a sponsored post – just a sister tryna help another sister out.)

Honestly, I used to think JC Penney was a department store for stale-smelling grandma’s, but my opinion has totally changed.

I digress.

Maybe this has come with age (does that make me a stale-smelling grandma?) but I’ve learned the lesson of buying a few key pieces and then mixing and matching. As someone who struggles with fashion all together, I wanted to share some examples of how I look semi-presentable Monday – Friday on a budget.

orange pants

Pants: JCPenney (exact) // Cardigan: JCPenney (exact) // Middle picture not M – F ;)

pink shirtShirt: Target, Mossimo (old) // pants: JCPenney (exact) // Shorts: Old Navy (exact)

striped shirt

shirt: JCPenney, (similar) (can’t find online!) // Shorts, Gap (similar)

blue blazer

blazer: JCPenney (similar) dress: JCPenney (exact)

pink blazerBlazer: JCPenney, Worthington, cannot find a similar one their website, but I saw it in the store last week!! // Pants: JCPenney (exact) // Purple dress: JCPenney (exact)// Black dress: Target, Mossimo (oooold)

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So there you have it! My trick for sometimes looking cute: mixing and matching the hell out of a few staple pieces. It also helps that I normally score killer deals at JCP. This makes me and my wallet extremely happy.