Wednesday, May 20, 2015

36 Things I Love More (Or Am Better At) Than Apartment-Hunting...

I went to White Rock Lake this afternoon with hopes of being productive by getting out of the house and securing a newer, more stable place to live and prosper. Now that I'm 25-years-old and all, and need it by this Saturday and all. Typical Mallory fashion when it comes to personal real estate matters... and believing for a second I'd ignore the ducks, and unsolved mysteries being held captive by the murky Dallas waters, and seriously-deep considerations of kayak rental every other minute...

Long story short, I didn't go kayaking. But... I was inspired to create these therapeutic lists of the things I love more than, and was blessed with more skill in, than apartment hunting! And as I'm sure you predicted, this didn't lead to an abode with mine nor Oprah's name attached but instead to me letting go and letting God Nan Hendrix, professional (and obvi productive) apartment locator. So, yay! Let's make #SnapsForNan a thing so that #MalloryUnderStemmons does not become one! 


1. Writing
2. Compression Socks
3. Fleetwood Mac
4. Aquaphor
5. Sharpie UltraFine Print Marker
6. The Weather Channel
7. Dugg Burger
8. Lemon bars
9. Gritty crime documentaries
10. Sarcasm
11. Ramona Singer GIFs
12. Saying, "Yes."
13. Kenny G
14. Fried chicken
15. April weather in Texas
16. The idea of Vermont
17. My co-workers
18. Flying (and obviously in compression socks)
19. Watching ducks at White Rock (or Lakeside)
20. Life as a Taurus
21. Accumulating Tom Thumb points
22. All things film
23. Witnessing, but not being involved in, awkward situations
24. Puns
25. Swarm app & it's SVU-like safety prevention purposes
26. Oprah the Betta fish
27. Meeting new spirit animals
29. My easily-inspired brain's ability to envision 2,240,284 sketch scenes a day
30. My right arm muscle
31. Italian food
32. Instagram pictures of my friends' pets
33. Human beings
34. Funny human beings
35. The man I just witnessed watch his 15 fishing lines ignorantly mounted on the bank a mere 10 ft. from the only kayak rental section on all 9 miles of White Rock slowly be torn down, and by a drifting, middle-aged, bearded, ginger man with the nautical sporting skill-level of a cat, just floating aimlessly back to the kayak shore, crushing the dreams of White Rock's very own Forrest Gump... 
36. Satire.

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

I turned 25! TCS Travel Sale! And 11 Ways To Find Happiness In Life!

In honor of my 25th birthday, (which was yesterday but also today 'til roughly 10AM according to the Facebook who apparently didn't want the party to end, I guess) I felt inspired to whip up a post on the top 11 travel products guaranteed to make everyone's life better. Everyone. Even those who may steer clear of planes, trains, and automobiles.

Basically, the TCS travel sale is a big deal, and a current thing that's happening. I mean, where else would you, me, or any other human even consider shopping at for life-changing products? And where else would I wanna celebrate being a quarter-of-a-century years old? Why The Container Store, of course! In the travel shop, no less! Because my customers were, and always are, just the best. And my coworkers were, and always are, just even better. So, yeah, it was a fabulous day, a win-win for all, especially considering that even after spending 7+ hours on a Sunday Funday, that happened to also be my birthday, I'm still voluntarily excited to talk TCS travel, y'all.

Alas, trust me here for both my skill in rambling off TCS must-have lists, and talent at packing/traveling/living like a gypsy Girl Scout explorer moderately-seasoned traveler/backpacker; so get to shoppin.' (And preferably at our NorthPark location on Northwest Hwy...)

Why? Oh, where do I even begin here... Just look at 'em! Our compression socks are like warm and fuzzy jackets, but for feet, and knitted with love and a higher purpose by TCS, because blood clots. Who wants those? Oh, and guess what? A PAIR OF THE CIRCULATION GODDESSES AREN'T JUST FOR AARP MEMBERS! My 20-going-on-80-something legs are treated to fancy sock time all the time. Also runners and/or people who run (because most "runners" already know this): get a pair. Of the socks, I mean.

Why? A) This piece of luggage was designed exclusively by and for The Container Store. I think that alone is cool enough to consider slapping down a Franklin, no? And 2) Some humans in the world have kids, kids who travel... kids who want fun luggage, and that need kid-proof luggage... kids bred to be TCS customers and born to own Kaleidoscopes... this is for you. Cheers! 
(**Disclaimer: Adults may purchase a Kaleidoscope, too. Actually, it's encouraged.) 

Why? Honestly, this is one of the gadgets that's only necessary because it's one of those mental things needed in making you think that you're cooling yourself off during the random hot flashes in the Tom Thumb, or mid-heat strokes at Six Flags in July, but really you're not, however it's still fun. And fun is all that counts. 

Why? I like easy and light travel. I prefer to carry-on most of the time which means I've had to master the art (er, science?) of compression. Any seasoned packer knows space is as precious as the travel experience itself. I'll end with my chant that albeit blogging to the world I wouldn't be caught dead singing in real life: "Eagle Creek™! It's the best! If you compress! You'll have no distress!" (I can't believe I just typed that. I apologize, you guys...)

Why? I'm a fan of any pouch that's made of canvas because even 25-year-olds require maximum durability for even the most simple accessories. I'm a fan of anything with color-blocking, or eye-catching color schemes, or just color in general. And also I'm a fan of anything made by reisenthel® retailing generously under just ten buckaroos!

Why? If you've never been the unfortunate victim of embarrassing umbrella-unexpectedly-flipping-inside-out-publicly-during-a-freak-wind-tornado phenomenons, then I envy you and your perfectly karmatic life. Because it's not fun, it's awkward for everybody involved, obviously messy, but more importantly can be prevented with just one purchase, thanks to The Container Store buying/product development geniuses. 

Why? ... Why not? They're only a buck, for one. Using 'em requires either patience, humor, legitimate germaphobe concerns, or a desire to make the gross things we do as animals somewhat pretty. See? Logo/branding job well done. 

Why? Aside from being able to pack an entire summer(camp) in this thing, you could also pack like, ya know, your own body in there should God-forbid you find yourself in some freak, SVU-esque, emergency situation. Or game of hide-and-seek. 

Why? Life should be traveled and explored and full of happiness, etc. And to do/experience/have all of these perks typically requires material items that are necessary to sustain life, ya know. Long story short, unhappy/untraveled/unorganized people exist. They will break into your bag, steal your things, and thus steal your happiness. Unless you have a theft-proof bag, of course, like this beauty needing no further argument and worth every dime. 

Why? No snarky sales pitch needed with this one because we've all experienced that first-world agony of being stuck somewhere sans a blanket and/or pillow. In the car. Terminal. Subway. Friend's car. Whataburger drive-thru line at 2AM. Who knows. But arctic chill goosebumps + bloody cricks of the neck = unnecessary self-induced pain preventable with just one trip to the TCS, folks.

Why? I'm just obsessed with the Hopi print. I mean, who isn't? Look at it. This bag weighs less than a feather and could hold an entire farm of chickens, easily. Or you know, just some basic groceries. Whatever floats your eco-friendly boat. Again, I'm partial to reisenthel® because their products are high-quality and worth the investment, so snaps to this fella being last at #11! 

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