Love’s taken me across the map
All the way to hell and back
Gave everything I have and
Lost my mind a couple of times
This week’s song shuffle is a country song that I heard in an episode of The Bachelor (don’t judge me). I thought it was really sweet and tells a great love story. It’s really creative how Sarah Darling(what a cute last name) can express how she feels through a neat analogy that features different states.
Explain why you chose your blog’s title and what it means to you.
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I’m going to begin by saying that I wish I had come up with some clever blog title after thinking long and hard but I merely stumbled upon mine in the most random way.
Oh my gosh, I’m freakin’ Bri ish!
I was doing what any other normal person would do on a Sunday afternoon — call my cousin and pretend I had an accent(duh!). Growing up, I had this obsession with my British family members and I would beg them to teach me how they did that thing with their mouth. You know — the thing where they sound incredibly cool and different. Of course, they would always reply with a simple ” but American sounds so much better”. Those silly Brits had no idea that being Canadian meant I didn’t speak American!
Fast forward to later that evening and there I was; staring at my Macbook with a blank title as I struggled to create my first WordPress blog. I knew that I wanted to write about what I would find interesting and what I relate to the most. I was a 20something looking to give people the honest insight on people my age and what they’re up to (because no where else on the web is there such a thing).
After many failed attempts at a unique blog title (surprise, surprise), I decided to write down some questions. Like what made me an expert on 20somethings anyway? I mean I could barely cook pasta without screwing up. I never know if I’m doing anything right and I still call my mom when my tummy hurts!
THAT’s why he didn’t go to prom with you.
Then, like a lightning bolt (shut up, it’s how I picture it in my mind as I write this) it came to me. I knew that I could offer something to the poor chap who would be reading my mostly useless posts because I was the person all of my friends would go to when they wanted the “411”. I am the girl who people come to when they want to find out how everyone else feels. I was the person that offered the no bullshit straight up advice to your problems when everyone else was afraid to say, “You’re an idiot”. If we went to a party and you wanted to know the skinny on what really happened between that douche bag Blake and annoying Ashley, I’d be your girl. I’ve always been that girl. For as long as I can remember, I have been giving everyone in my life “the low down” on life, boys, sex, family and everything in between.
There was only one problem — the low down, lowdown, low down, lodown, lo-down, a low down were all taken. Ugh, but how can that be? It’s my blog name and it fits my writing profile. Can I request to take the blog name from someone? Fine — I guess I’ll have to improvise.
Bingo!
That’s when I thought, what if I add z (the first letter of my name) to lowdown because it would be me giving you the lowdown? I’ll admit, it sounded really really dumb at first. I paced my apartment saying it over and over and over again to make sure that I didn’t absolutely hate it. Naturally, after saying it so many times I started to do with an accent. A British accent, a Chinese accent and a French accent.
The French accent was perfect. It sounded so eloquent and hilarious at the same time, I couldn’t help myself. I said it over 30 more times with the accent and laughed every time. Well, I do want people to laugh when they read my blog right?
“qui qui”
That’s when I wrote my first blog post and told all of my new friends that when they read my blog title, they should try saying it with a French accent!
Voilà — and there you have it folks.
Valentine’s day is a holiday that everyone and their mother has a strong opinion on. Some people absolutely love the flowers, chocolate and romance. While others despise the commercial rip off and the unrealistic expectations of partners. I’ve always thought the sweet gestures and romantic stories were really great reminders for lovebirds. I think everyone could lighten up a bit and enjoy the day for what it is — a showcase of love.
In the spirit of the great St. Valentine’s Day, I have found some good ‘Valentine’s Day gone wrong’ stories on the web to share with you all. I hope you get a chuckle out of these like I did!
This can’t be happening.
Ex Hits the Spot — After secretly dating two guys (Dan and Joe) for a few months, I told Joe I didn’t want a relationship, so that I could get serious with Dan. On Valentine’s Day, Dan took me out to dinner, and I almost choked on my drink when our waiter arrived. It was Joe! To make matters worse, Dan ordered a dish with béchamel sauce, which he loved. He gushed to the waiter, a.k.a. my ex, “If she could cook like this I’d marry her.” I wanted to die.
Oh no he di’int.
Good Morning —Valentine’s Day, I called my boyfriend at college to see if he got my flowers and another woman answered the phone — at 8 am.
Awkward…
It’s not in the cards — In my group of friends, there was a guy I really liked, and we’d become pretty good buddies. Valentine’s Day was coming up, and neither of us was dating anyone. I was so excited when he knocked on my door holding an adorable, homemade Valentine card. He even glued macaroni noodles onto it, like kids do in grade school. He showed it to me, and I was about to say thank you and give him a hug when he said, ‘Do you think Kate will like it?’ Kate was a mutual friend of ours whom he had a crush on. I somehow kept my composure until he left, at which point I wallowed in my worst Valentine’s Day ever.
Well this is mortifying.
My bloody Valentine — I took a girl out on Valentine’s Day after we’d been dating for a few weeks. The date went really well and, when we came home, we started kissing on her porch. She pulled away because she said she felt something on her face. When I opened my eyes, I saw that she had blood running down her cheeks. I’ve always had a problem with bloody noses, and I’d gotten one when we were kissing! She acted like it was no big deal, but I never heard from her again, and I guess I don’t entirely blame her.
And I know I’ll end up right
While you end up in a mid life crisis
Karma’s gonna get you now baby
This week’s song shuffle comes from a fellow Canadian cutie by the name of Kristina Maria. Reigning from Ottawa (woot woot), Kristina has been working with some big names in Hollywood. I really hope this girl blows up; She deserves it!
Let’s consider this a code of conduct, shall we?
Poke me & die.
— Don’t ever poke me. Just don’t.
Mom, you’re embrassing yourself!
— Mom, please don’t ever try to add me on Facebook. Like ever.
OMG. HAYLOR.
— Please do not write a one page rant — as your status. (Newsflash: blog)
He bugs me so much.
— If you want to be the most annoying human being on earth, then go ahead. INVITE ME TO STUPID EVENTS EVERYDAY!
EVERYBODY HATES YOU AND NOT BECAUSE YOU’RE “IN LOVE”.
— The entire world will hate you for the gross mushy gushy sh*t you write on your boyfriend/girlfriend’s wall,not just me.
Lookin’ at you MOMS.
— If you are over 40, you are not allowed to “like” everything I post. This is why you’re not suppose to have Facebook.
Judge me all you want, I CAN’T STAND MARIAH CAREY.
— Do not argue with me over MY personal opinion on MY Facebook status (You always lose because it’s not your life).
Seriously — I want to know who invented this awful game.
— FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, DO NOT ASK ME TO PLAY FARMVILLE!
Yikes…
— Do not like a photo of me from 6 years ago and rehash all of my insecurities.
Yeah…someone might find this a tad bit offensive.
— Try your very best not to be offensive (This one is tough but you must try).
There you have it. If you comply with all of the above, we can totes be Facebook friends 🙂
It’s that time again!
Man, I love twitter.
That is a real thing…right?
Why is it that I treat my body poorly all year and as soon as I’m headed down south, you can smell my self-hatred from another continent?
I am headed to paradise in just 3 weeks and out of shape is an understatement. It suddenly occurred to me that perhaps late night pizza and game night wings — were not the greatest idea. Now, I won’t sit here and complain that I am overweight or anything but I am far from where I’d like to be in terms of fitness.
Here are 5 things I’m doing to calm the nerves.
1) Head to the grocery store for a healthy face lift
mmm..look at all those vegetables 😐
2) Grandma’s bedtime (late nights = late snacks)
3) Hit the treadmill(I’m also doing Zumba everyday for an hour)
Ditch the routine. Join the party!
4) Detox(Leave the boozing for vacation)
Ah sobriety!
5) Junk food? CUT.IT.OUT!
I’ll miss you guys 😦
Hopefully this will get me on the right track in time for my much needed R&R.
Wish me luck,
Z
For many years now, I’ve wanted to quit being lazy to start a blog so I could share all my crazy stories, ideas and experiences with the world but Queen P(procrastination) got in the way of that. I would be lying if I told you that I wasn’t scared of failing miserably, being boring and losing interest. I guess my appetite for the world-wide-web and getting hooked on so many other blogs really helped me find my own inspiration. Although I can’t promise that this blog will be the best thing since slice bread, I can tell you that I will try my best to invite you into my world with full disclosure or as I like to call it — Z low down (try saying it with a French accent).
Thank you for joining me on this journey!
xo Z
All you need is 20 seconds of insane courage.
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