There are a few new faces around here and I’m so happy you’re here.  I figured it might be time to explain why the title of my blog is Insert Classy Here.  Well, let’s start with this:

Yes, I even disgust 4 year old me with an awesome sweater on.  I have a little work to do on the classy business.  But, the way I see it, I’m walking a fine line between being classy and being ridiculous all the time and I LIKE that about myself.

I notice when some people describe a lady that they respect, they use the word classy.  Not like saying that a girl is a “classy broad” when she just got done belching loudly in a nice restaurant.  I’m talking about a woman that is described as classy because she’s funny, but not totally inappropriate.  One of the girls and one of the guys.  Like Audrey Hepburn with a secret Lindsey Lohan side that only comes out once in a blue moon.  Maybe LiLo is a bad example, but you kind of see what I’m going for?

Maybe eat less pizza rolls and more sushi…
Wear less of my grungy sweat pants and more high heels…
Listen to less Ke$ha and more Beethoven…
Drink less $3 champagne out of the bottle and more tasteful champagne from a normal glass…

You know, expose myself to the finer things in life.

My 2012 resolutions were to become most classy and eat more vegetables.  I wasn’t sure where to start, so I thought if I started this blog about the things I did, I could look back and find those not so classy moments and learn from them.

I might not have learned too much yet, but I’m a work in progress.

Classy means being open minded to learn new things and accept differences in people.  Classy means being high quality – not material things, but just being a real and genuine person.  Most importantly is the definition from Urban Dictionary, classy is a deeper, more meaningful word for cool.


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Cheers to all of you that read this ridiculousness.  I love you all.