Thursday, July 5, 2018

our first date


Nearly five years ago, on October 12th, 2013, I had my first date with a guy I'd met out at a bar.

We met on a Friday night, and we actually became Snapchat friends (I'd downloaded Snapchat that very day), then Facebook friends, then started Facebook messaging, then started texting by Saturday morning...but he didn't ask me on a date until that Wednesday.


"How about lunch on Saturday, since you work at night?" he'd asked me (I was a few months post-undergrad, and still serving at Carrabba's). I told him I could "probably pencil him in." Even though we'd only been texting back and forth for just a few days, I already felt something along the lines of "this is different." It felt like I'd known him forever; but of course, at the risk of sounding daft, I kept that to myself.

He was tall (like, really tall) so naturally I set off to DSW to find a new pair of wedges so I could be tall, too. As it turns out, wedges are really hard to come by in October, even though Florida has absolutely zero reason to break out the booties until February. Thus, I settled on my black version of Target's popular pair of braided summer sandals, and a black and cream striped high waisted skirt with a black crop top (obviously all on trend for 2013).

He lived in a neighboring city about 45 minutes away from my parents' place, where I was living at the time. I told him that if he drove to my parents' house, I would drive us to a restaurant in downtown St. Pete. He agreed, and off we went.

He was so shy that day, to the point where I even had to tell him, "you can look me in the eyes, you know." I'm very subtle, right? He ordered sausage and lentil soup, which I later learned was his favorite; something his dad had been making for years. I had spinach in my teeth for about a half an hour before he finally told me about it.

Nearly five years later, I can't remember much about what we talked about. Maybe past relationships, what we did in college, our viewpoints on first-date appropriate topics. What I do remember is just how easy it felt - and how easy it's been ever since (and now I get to marry this guy - turns out "when you know," you really do know, huh?).

Do you remember what your first date was like with your S.O.? 






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Monday, June 25, 2018

entering my late 20's

Yesterday, I made the subtle transition from "mid-20's" to "late-20's." I'm not entirely sure how I got to this point, because it feels like I abandoned my fake ID just a couple of years ago and took my first (and only) trip to Las Vegas as a fresh 21-year old. Alas, here we are at 27.



I learned a lot about myself in my 26th year, such as...

It's okay to change your mind, and to do it often.
It's okay to speak up about what you believe in, because "remaining neutral" is not a viable option.
It's okay to respect and value the opinion of the people you love, while simultaneously doing whatever feels the best for you.
It's okay to listen to your gut and choose the path that feels right for you, even if it means disappointing someone else.
It's okay to abandon ship on a book if you're just not feeling it (perhaps I should follow through on this, since I've been stuck on the same book for over a month!).

26 was a big year in the sense that 1) I passed the SLP Praxis examination, and 2) we got engaged! In my 27th year, I'll be re-entering the full-time working world in Clinical Fellowship position (wherever that may be), and planning a wedding (AH!).

Thank you to everyone who wished me a happy birthday! I'm excited to see what's in store as I enter a few (!) new and exciting chapters in my life.







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Thursday, June 14, 2018

a BIG announcement...

...we're engaged!

After 4.5 years, Ryan proposed on Sunday, June 10th. Fun facts include the following:
  • It happened right around where we had our first kiss on October 12th, 2013.
  • I almost wore shorts and a tank top (thought we were going to a casual brunch), but decided to throw this on last minute (we stayed at my parents' place the night before and i almost didn't even pack it).
  • I had zero idea what was happening pretty much until he got down on one knee.
  • My gel manicure is about a month old (aka absurdly grown out) in this picture #selfcare.
  • My heart rate probably hovered around 170+ for the next 20 minutes.
  • I am the happiest clam!
Full story and plenty of details to come. I'm in the process of studying for the speech-language pathology Praxis exam (essentially a "boards" type of test), so the blog has been on the back burner for the last month or two during preparation. But I can't wait to dish out all the deets - where it happened, how it happened, and all of the other fun frivolities that came with it.

Thank you to everyone who has already sent along their congratulations and best wishes. I am so excited to start officially planning for our future...starting with a wedding! What?!?!

Also...probably a good time to let everyone know that the 'Rose' in Samantha Rose Says is actually my last name. Come next year, I'll be a Fredericks! (Unless I convince Ryan to become Ryan Rose, that is). 

Also alsoooo...here's a closer picture of the ring. He did SO WELL, and I can't stop looking at this thing. 



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Tuesday, May 29, 2018

unsolicited advice & helpful reminders for the week


You are a product of your environment and the people with whom you surround yourself. Surround yourself with the people who make you happiest, or inspire you to work harder, or to simply "be better." From your group of friends, to the co-workers you gravitate toward, to the company to work for; I've found that these simple factors make such a difference in my overall wellbeing.

Don't lock the doors of opportunity. A few semesters ago, I was absolutely convinced that I did not want to work with the pediatric population after graduating. Nope, nope, nope - not for me. Then I completed my externship at the outpatient rehab center of a hospital (primarily with adults), and while I absolutely loved it, I found myself missing kiddos. In SLP grad programs, I feel like there's a lot of pressure to decide which population you want to work with; like a test of your personality, your clinical capability, what you can handle, etc. Point: don't force yourself into a little career box, especially if you don't need to be there.

This, too, shall pass. Sometimes, when I'm in a particularly stressful situation (like a bad serving shift), or I'm getting anxious about some kind of interview or meeting, I take an extra moment to myself and recite the following in my head: "Samantha, regardless of today's outcome, you will be cozy in your bed by the end of the night." Literally, that is it. Meaning: whatever feels like a big deal right now (even if it is a big deal), the stress of the situation will eventually pass. My Taco Tuesday shift from hell will soon come to a close, and so will your grueling semester, or your impossible project with your least favorite coworker, or whatever it is that is currently driving you bananas.

Have any bits of quality advice you'd like to add? Let me know in the comments!

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Friday, May 18, 2018

things i don't mind spending money on


Quality skin care. I figure this is the only face I'll have for the rest of my life, so I may as well take care of it. I've gotten a lot of samples from Sephora (and my sweet friend who buys literally every high end skin care brand known to women), so I've been dabbling in some good stuff lately. This Origins serum is everything I never knew I needed, and this Tatcha cleanser makes me feel some type of way. Also a plus: both of these companies are cruelty-free, which is a big win.

Killer denim. There's definitely something to be said about a pair of jeans or cut off shorts that just make you feel like a hot little tomale. I'm still on the lookout for this kind of magic, so any recommendations, send them my way.

Experiences. Concerts, festivals, events, classes, spa days, you name it. I've spent an absurd amount of money on tickets for concerts this year (I've already seen Lorde & Justin Timberlake, with plans to see Taylor Swift in August), but every dollar was 100% worth it.

Traveling. Plane tickets, gas money, rental cars, Air BnB's, you name it.  I'll never regret spending money on visiting new cities and old friends. When I traveled to Bulgaria last summer, it put a lot of things into perspective for me. I constantly feel pressured to buy buy buy (and it's safe to say I love to shop shop shop, sooo...), but I realized how little I truly need to be a happy, fully functioning, healthy human. That's a realization that simply pays for itself.

Craft cocktails. Just being honest: I'll happily drop $13 on a well made, specially crafted beverage...especially if it's made with pears and tequila (note: would not do this every day obvi, but #treatyoself).

What kinds of things are you willing to spend your cash on?







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