Things I learned From a 90s Dance Party

Halllllo,

Happy Monday, everyone. If you consider Mondays a happy time anyway. I have decided that after a lovely weekend I am not going to let Monday bring me down. Take that, Monday. You've got nothing on me. Anyway, that was a little aggressive. I apologize. Let's link up with Katie from I'm Your Katie Que and talk about what we learned this weekend. Here are just a few things I learned from attending a 90s Dance Party on Friday Night.

::Life is better in costume.

::This same life is a little more awkward when not all the people at the party get the memo to be in costume. There were only 6 of us dressed up and probably at least 15-20 people at the house we all gathered at before heading to the dance club. 

::90s music is too legit to quit.

::TLC, Salt & Peppa just to name a few of my favorite 90s artists. Yes and yes. 

::Wearing a Mighty Ducks jersey will get you a lot of shout-outs from random strangers while walking down the street and riding public transit.  Quack, Quack, Quack.

::Bradley informed me that Mighty Ducks 2 is the best sequel of all time. It even trumps Godfather II. Bold Statement, Bradley. 

::I am officially too old for dance clubs.

::I am officially too old for anything with a start time after 9pm.

::Actually who am I kidding, I was never cut out for dance clubs and late start times. Age had nothing to do with it.  

::My costume on Friday still has nothing on this original 90s get up.  I brought all the boys to the yard. 

Cheers to the 90s!

<3 BB

when did i get so old?

Guys,

I am officially old, the baby sister is getting her senior pictures taken this weekend by one of my real life besties, Anne. I have talked about my sis on the blog before and she only reads my blog when posts involve her, she is selfish like that. I am still in denial that this is her senior year of high school. She better not go to college too far away. I think I will miss her too much....Have I mentioned I am having a really hard time coming to terms with her growing up?

When did she decide it was ok to become a teenager? 

When did she start driving?

When did she get to be a senior?

When did she get to be cooler than me? 

When did she start being funnier than me? 

WHEN DID I GET SO OLD?!

Half the time I feel like her second mom (the cooler one of course) even if she never listens to all my good advice.

Basically, what I am saying is, stop growing up, sister. I don't like it. 

***Update, as of this morning my sister is officially cleared to play basketball again after her torn ACL!!!! Cheers all around!***

Love, 

Your, cool, wise, smart, funny, pretty, older sister :) 

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Ugh, am I just getting old or is Twitter way too hard to keep up with?! 

Shit gives me a small panic attack every time I try and use it for more than putting up a new blog post. It just goes too fast for me. So much information in such a tiny amount of time!!! AHHHHHH! 

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I am just bad at it and Brad is on Twitter ALL THE TIME! He is pretty much obsessed with it. (Although any time I tell him that he gets all defensive and says he's not.  In fact he will probs get mad at me for putting him on blast right now. whatever) He also gets really mad at me when I knock his phone out of his hand every time he is on Twitter, but that's a story for another day. sorry, not sorry.

Here is my real concern though, does being horrible at Twitter make me a bad blogger?!!? I feel like every blogger I know is on every form of social media?  Forms that I haven't even heard of (what the h, e, double hockey sticks is Keek?!). How do you people keep up?! I swear all the other bloggers are blowing up the Twitter Twatter on the regular and here I am posting once a day and then feel like I am playing catch up with the 146,907,832 tweets that happened from the time I posted mine and the time I hit refresh. A majority of the time I only read a few tweets before I get overwhelmed and head to instagram and give up. 

49 new tweets, I was gone for 30 secs. ugh.

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Don't even get me started on the notifications section of Twitter. I am always losing track of who responded to something, or who favorited a tweet, and it took me at least 7 mins to find where the Direct Message section was yesterday. My life is so hard. Feel bad for me. 

So.much.to.follow.

And while we're on this rant, why the name Twitter? I can't take myself seriously when I use the terms like Tweet or Twitter.  Are the people that send tweets called Tweeters? That just sounds stupid. 

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I. give. up.

Ugh, guess I have to go post this on Twitter now that I am done.

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Peace

<3 BB

Ps. you should really go follow me on Twitter ;) My tweet game is on point.