He said, She said, What I really said….

Drama seems to be all around us these days. It is all over our TV with people getting fame from it, while standing in lines it screams at us from the cover of magazines, the flimsy friends that as quickly as they come in to our lives leave it burning bridges behind them or just the usual unavoidable drama of life.

I recently experienced a large dose of drama with multiple players involved. After going through a very unique break up the “he said, she said” drama began. There were two kinds of people in my life. There were the ones that were sincerely there for me and wanted to help me through this always undesirable process. Then there were the ones that love to be in the know, using drama as power and to bond with others. At first it was hard to tell who was who with my eyes blinded with tears, I needed support and comfort and was receiving it from multiple people. As weeks and months went on I soon began to see which shoulders I had cried on were sharing personal words I shared and spreading them with fantastic twists. So began the game of “that’s not what I said”. One of the largest drama blow outs ended with relationships being cut off, both sides deleting ones from Facebook and ones that once felt like family no longer acknowledging each others presence. Things were completely twisted and taken out of context. I apologized to those that I had hurt for my participation but soon found that my words and the situation had been so warped that the mending was too exhausting and trust had been lost. Having no relationship would be better then trying to run around straightening out the mangled mess like a mixed up rubiks cube.

Just like weed seeds my words were altered and changed tossed into the wind, landing all over. Some people quickly killed them knowing the destruction and ugliness they would bring, others glared and murmured about the fact that they had been released at all and others let the weeds take over killing everything around them and continuing to spread their ugliness.

The lesson learned is in life there will always be the “he said, she said, what I really said” drama. Just like growing up and playing the telephone game people continue to play this with any juicy information their ears can pick up. They disguise themselves as fluffy cute animals, but you can't make friends with a squirrel. Squirrels are just rats in cuter outfits. In the end what matters is that if you and the ones that mean the most know the truth, people can keep throwing their seeds of lies.

Cupcake they say you are no good for me, but I would have to disagree…..

Cupcakes are delicious and perfectly portioned treats from heaven. Preparing for a fitness comp and a pageant is very grueling, not to mention the diet is pretty bland and can be even harder when you are a chocoholic! I recently found in Provo The Coco Bean Cupcake Café. They have a great selection of 40 delicious flavors. They even select their cocoa and vanilla beans from different regions around the world. By developing all of their recipes themselves, they ensure the highest quality of each cupcake. Yes I know the saying a moment on the lips is forever on the hips, but every now and then enjoying life’s sweet treats and with staying active I believe this saying to be debunked. Not to mention no one wants to be around a grumpy food/chocolate deprived woman.




My favorite would have to be the raspberry chocolate cheesecake and yes they really do look like this!!! What will yours be?

She is as fake as fo fur, minus the perks….

I have met many different kinds of females and furs in my life. Some have been priceless and lasted through all times, others were easy to obtain then quickly lost and then there were the ones that looked too good to be true. Some of the advantages of fo fur are no animals are hurt/killed, they are much better priced and they are easier to mend if anything gets ripped or spilled on it. I have recently done some dejunking not only in my closet but also in my life. I realized that just as much as holding onto clothes from High school that I will never fit again is mentally unhealthy, so is keeping woman in my life that bring me down and use me. Now I’m not saying I cut them out of my life completely more like took a step back and just like a high expensive store visit them from time to time to touch base. One woman I know use to tell me all the time “keep your friends close and your enemies closer”. Was I her enemy or was she my enemy, who were these enemies and what tag did I have to read to follow their “care for directions”. Should friendship really be that much work? Like fo fur I’m sure we can all spot the fakes. From far away they look great and the price seems unbeatable but when you get close you start to see where they are falling apart, letting you down and the spots of fo fur that begin to wear down to show it’s true self. I have never been one for being fake and have always been told I’m transparent, never trying to imposture or mimic to fit in or be popular. That is also how I like my friends the cottons, cottons the silks, silks and the denim, denim. Don’t get me wrong I do love my fo fur for it’s cheap price and none harming way, but just like fake girls in the end they fall apart and need to be replaced.

Therapy in a brown box...

As I arrived home yesterday from my morning job with only 30 minutes to spare before rushing out the door to my next job there on my porch was a one foot by one foot brown box. I quickly snatched it up and rushed it to the kitchen. My heart leaped for joy as I read To: Celeste Lojik From: Mimi Boutique. I ordered from this fabulous boutique less then a week ago and my purchases had arrived at a much needed time of retail therapy in a brown box. As I carefully opened up the box I found it was beautifully packaged. Both my purse and clutch were individually wrapped in beautiful plum paper with silver decorative paper thrown as fillers. The best part was on top of it all was a cutely wrapped chap stick and an adorable hand written note which read "Celeste: Thanks for shopping with us! We hope your summer is "extra stylin" with the new pieces :) Wear them in the best of health! Best, Michelle".

I have been so burned out lately between my two jobs, school, dance, preparing for a fitness comp/pageant and trying to have a little social life. This lifted my spirits and I even broke in my new stylin red purse on another bike ride.

This company is top notch with a great variety of accessories that are affordable!!! I will continue to give them my money and probably will only shop there from now on for my purses "Sorry Nordstrom".

http://www.mimiboutique.com/

A need for speed....

On Monday night I went for a much needed ride on a bullet bike. It was a warm summer night, the wind was rushing through my hair and we topped out at 110 MPR. I kept wanting him to go faster and faster but we soon ran out of road. Sheepishly I will admit and if my father ever saw this he would kill me that we were not wearing helmets. We agreed next time we rode we would and see how much faster we could go.

As I reflected back upon that night I couldn't help but think how this need for speed not only happens with me on two wheeled vehicles but also in the dating world. I jump into love and relationships with little to no thought on how safe or healthy the outcome will be. As I have gotten older I have become picker upon who I will travel zero to sixty down the tunnel of love with but have still ignored many warning signs of faulty breaks or equipment and the lack of helmets.

I have came to the conclusion that as much as I have a need for speed traveling at a slower pace really is just as enjoyable as going full throttle. Life is fragile and can be made much shorter by pushing speed limits. As well my heart is breakable and by hauling it down the street of love after enough crashes it will soon look like Frankenstein’s from having to be picked up and pieced back together over and over again.

Here we go.....

After much pushing and shoving from different directions I finally agreed to start a Blog. My initial impressions of Blogging were always married woman, people with children or extremely passionate writers that want to be heard. I am none of these. With much thought of what would or could I Blog about I finally came up with fat, boys and skinny jeans. What a weird combo you might be thinking and why would one choose to write about these. As a 24 year old single woman it made perfect sense to write about the three most common themes in my life. Fat, I’m not saying that I am fat but that working out, being active and what I’m putting into my mouth is something very important for me and most other woman around me in my life. Boys, need I really explain this one. Skinny jeans, is referring to fashion. Fashion and shopping is an Olympic sport to me.

Here is a little about your writer. My parents are a city boy and a country pumpkin. These two came together to form a perfect mixture of rural and urban living making my life growing up the suburb life. Things I have loved since birth are the color pink, shopping, dancing, family, crowns, talking, great white sharks, pictures, sleeping, traveling and adventure. I have always been ambitious and knew one day I would go far. At 7 years old I would tell people my “life plan”, first I would become Miss Highland, next Miss Utah County, then Miss Utah, which would then lead to me becoming Miss America and Universe. Then after all that was said and done I would then become the first lady President in which I would then take over the world. As I stated before very ambitious! At 12 years old I started telling everyone I wanted to be a lawyer for sexual abused children and an international adoption agent. In Jr.High I started writing papers about the date rape drug, sexual abuse and my personal stories of visiting the orphanages in the Ukraine. All of this evolved into when I was 18 and in my first year of college I picked up the college paper and read an article about an agent that rescued children from sex trafficking. After reading his amazing story and diving further into this topic my new life aspiration was to be an advocate against human sex trafficking. This then leads us to me now. I have a Bachelors in Political Science and next spring will be done with my second Bachelors in Psychology. I am diligently working on my undergrad research paper on the lack of awareness and information provided on this subject.

My life has been full of random stories and unfortunate situation. I have been called the poster girl for Murphy’s Law time from time. My dating history has been one of brightly colored splashes on the pages of my life’s journey. Some were great and others have been chalked up to learning experiences.

“It’s sad but it’s true how society says her life is already over. There’s nothing to do and there’s nothing to say till the man of her dreams comes along picks her up and puts her over his shoulder. It seems so unlikely in this day and age.” One of my favorite quotes!

Since this is my first post I don’t want to over do it or bore you with the chronological details of my life, this for now will have to be sufficient for getting to know me.