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I have a love-hate relationship with Pinterest. I love it because basically its a giant culmination of everything I wanted, plus stuff I never knew I wanted. I hate pinterest though because I waste far too much time on it, and the main reason I hate it, is because it walks up to me all seductive and inviting… then slaps me in the face with the wet blanket that is reality *BAM*! The reality that…

Eating like this

Will not result in a body like this.

That I will never own a pair of these.

I mean yes I could save up and buy these…but $1000!!! Seriously I am the girl who manages a panic attack while spending $60. So no I don’t think I will ever own the beautiful Louboutins 😦

That my dream dress’ price matches that of a car.

Quit taunting me!

That my engagement ring will probably not look like this.

Wowza that’s gorgeous!

And the fact that I have zero patience to make something like this has not, nor will it ever change.

I made a coaster using this technique…ya only a coaster 😦

That with all the practice in the world I will still paint my nails like a drunken 4yr old.

Seriously what kind of black magic is this?

That in order to restore a beautiful automobile like this, I will have to save lots of money, and oh ya learn how to restore a car.

*drool*

That growing my hair to this length is going to take at least another 2 years.

If only.

The fact mommy will probably always detest the idea of tattoos, no matter how fabulous they are.

And lastly, finding a home in my budget that also happens to contain all of this, is about as likely as me running for president and winning!

Yes pinterest is a cruel mistress indeed. But it gives you something to strive, work, and save for…So I will probably frequent the site all the same. I hope you all enjoyed this post, and if you have any similar reality checks you have come across please feel free to share. Happy Thursday all!

So let’s all be honest we have all tried extremely hard to be cool at one point in time, heck some of us are still trying to be “cool”. I think I must have been around 8 or so when I really started mimicking my peers in order to fit in, well sense that was when Britney Spears and belly shirts were the height of fashion, you can imagine that mom snapped me out of that one real fast haha. After that little incident, my mom was really pushing for me to be my own person. And I must say it worked, so thanks mom thanks for making me uncool. It’s just about the best thing that ever happened to me. So I thought I might list a few of my uncool qualities.

1. I am beyond old fashioned! Hey I may only be 20…but I am close to 80 years old in my views on life.

If my appearance matched my personality 😉

2. I find sports a form of public humiliation and torture. Growing up in a household of Texas boys this made me incredibly uncool.

I was always on the recieving end of any sports “accident”. Let’s just say having your arm pulled out of socket twice is a good limit. Thanks Michael and James!

3. My idea of current music is Johnny Cash.