My Life is a Neon Movie...and its a Comedy

Well, what started out as a simple trip to Dallas for a dermatologist appointment, turned into quite an eventful little day!

After doing some serious retail therapy to take my mind off feeling like I was being attacked by killer bees on steroids, I came away with all new workout gear; all in neon colors :) A bit too much you ask? Ummm, excuse me. Hi my name is Amanda; we obviously haven't met yet. Yes, my neon pink earbuds also have GARGANTUAN rhinestones on them! At the risk of sounding cliche; that's me in a nutshell. 

My super awesome new kicks :)

Ladies I love at the Bridal shower

NOW, eager to get home and tryout my kick-butt workout gear; I run in, change clothes, and commence to killing myself all in the name of beauty. My weapon of choice? The treadmill with ankle weights. Needless to say, I have a pretty good sweat going (ladies, if you need motivation to work out, buy cute work out clothes. It makes you want to look like Carrie Underwood in them). Mom calls. I am late for a bridal shower. Eff. My. Life. Soooooo.....I attend said bridal shower, an hour late, in neon pink workout shorts, turquoise nike's, black t-shirt, and a LIME green bow to hold my bangs back. Cute AND classy, I know.

Maid of Honor and the Bride to Be

I get home, tie myself to the treadmill, yet again, and get to work. Forty five minutes later, my father announces to me I am going to be his personal assistant until further notice (aka until I get a Jay-Oh-Bee). This ladies and gentlemen could be EXTREMELY interesting and may quite possibly end in bloodshed. However.....he is paying me. No complaining here....yet. 

........IS THIS REAL LIFE?! THIS DAY SERIOUSLY HAPPENED?!?!?..........

Movie of the Week: Despicable Me

Song of the Week: Needtobreathe - Devil's Been Talkin'

First and foremost, if your dermatologist ever suggests you get a shot of cortisone to reduce scarring on your body in order to minimize the effects of already painful skin cancer on your body; DON'T DO IT! I had the wonderful privilege today of receiving EIGHT cortisone shots in my shoulder and chest. UGH. Terrible idea. Moving on.