Why Girls Are Just As Bad As Guys!

We owe men an apology ladies! Let’s face it I use to agree with the statement, “Where are all the good guys?” When in reality the statement, “Where are all the good girls?” Should in my opinion have just as much validation and here is why.

A few weeks ago I went out to a new bar in Uptown to meet up with some friends. Where I feel the theme in Uptown is all about proving that you are still as cool as you were in college. Anyways, we make our way to a table and couch area where the seven of us can lounge. While catching up, it was like the vibe of the entire group changed when this girl walked up. Unlike men, girls are intuitive at recognizing this type of girl. The type of girl is the honey badger. THEY JUST DON’T GIVE A SHIT. Regardless of what is going on or whom it involves their main concern is getting what they desire. For this girl her full energy was focused on one of the guys in our group. A couple of minutes go by and I personally had redirected my attention elsewhere. My assumption would be that my friend was not reciprocating the honey badger enough attention. What happened next, I desperately wish I could delete the mental image from my brain. The honey badger turned around directly in front of my friend, and then proceeded to bend over ninety degrees. At this point I am completely perplexed and I can only imagine the horrific facial expression I was displaying. She then pulls down her skinny jeans to not only expose her bright pink lacy thong but her entire butt as well. WHAT A TARABLE SIGHT!

This honey badger then slowly stands back up and tries to seductively glance over her right shoulder at my friend to see if she had caught his attention. Now maybe I am just getting old but what the hell just happened? My best friend and I both make eye contact and without speaking stand up to go grab a shot.

Like a bomb it hits me, what has this dating world come to? A rush of emotions and thoughts consume me. For years, girls have been accusing men that they are the bad ones in relationships. When girls are just as bad if not worse. We are just as big of players, liars, and cheaters but we just haven’t been exposed as much as men have. Girls are good at getting away with it because they know what to look for. Then the thoughts that filled my head were. What if she has a boyfriend? Or, what if the guy she is talking to happened to be on the other side of the room? Was this action out of spite? On a final note, this honey badger proved to me that no one, guys or girls, should have to do something that drastic to get someone’s attention. A good guy is hard to find, but you don’t have to pull your pants down to find one!

                                                 XOXO, Tara

HOW TO NOT GET HIT ON AT A BAR

So I'm going to share this with you. Let's hope you find as much humor in it as I do. For those of you who know me, I went to school at Texas Tech. Austin was not a place that had a positive image in my head. Guns up…yeah whatever. I now know that God was protecting me from Austin when I was 18 and deciding which college to attend. He knew that if I went to Austin, I would of failed out of college and never left. Austin is by far the best city in Texas. My brother left for NYC today so my mom, him and I all went on a road trip for our final farewell. Since I work the night shift my drinking has cut down quite a bit, some would call me a light weight. Our night started at this bar with a fun band playing live music. The main singer was quite interactive with his crowd so even though we knew none of the songs I couldn't help but enjoy it. There was even a time when he gave everyone red spoons to throw. However, mine ended up on my nose which I was quite proud of. We took a pedicab to the next place and if you haven't taken one of those I highly suggest it. We lucked out and ours had an iPod plus an awesome driver. As she blasted Taylor Swifts new song Shake It Off, we danced through the streets of Austin collecting other pedicabs. By the time we arrived we had about five of them dancing uncontrollably. Next, at our new destination I demanded everyone did Irish car bombs with me since those are my favorite. TARABLE IDEA! Thank you car bomb for sending me over the edge. Goodbye Tara. We then found a jukebox for some Michael Jackson and Blackstreet. Suddenly, there they were the TARABLE dance moves took over my body. At this point my only priority was dancing. While at the bar I vaguely remember holding my drink high as can be over my head and the next thing I know it was gone. Like a magician had magically made it disappear. Confused, I managed to keep dancing until I realized some guy was yelling at me. It was a bouncer, he had a broom in his hands but because of the music and my mental state all I heard was mumbling. My brother runs to my rescue and says, "Do not yell at her. Tara why are you standing in a puddle with glass?" I then realize it was my drink. Had I really just dropped it? Kenneth then says, "Oh my God was that YOUR drink?" Ashamed and not wanting to admit it, I nodded and had officially been cut off for the night.  Now the best part would be what happens next. Above me on the ceiling there were neon inflatable inner tubes. LIGHTBULLLLB! I was tired of being pushed around like a bumper car,  so I snatched one and placed it around my waist. It was perfect!!! No one could get close to me because I had a huge inflatable tube around my waist. I could dance and not a single person could dance on me. It was like I created a personal bubble. Additionally, if someone was too close for my liking, I would just bump them out of my way. Many others caught on and soon the dance floor looked like a giant pool party. The inner tube was taken away from me shortly after, but what a fabulous trend. So girls or guys if you don't want a bunch of randos dancing all on ya, take your floaties to the bar!

XOXO, Tara 

#HarryDateThisNurse

Planning...

Something you will learn that I am absolutely, 100% TARABLE at. I was such an odd kid, I loved to go school supplies shopping. Each year I felt the need to invest in a planner, since I was such a busy middle schooler…not. And each year my mother and I would get in arguments on why this year would be different and that I would actually use it. The last planner I bought was in my last year of nursing school, I get home start to write out all my assignments because I was going to be "organized" and guess what….it was the wrong YEAR!! Oops!

However, I must say if the event that requires planning is really significant to me, I somehow turn into this OCD, detailed oriented superwoman and dedicate an abundance of time to plan for it. The event recently was not a wedding. Nope not engaged, nor even close. This event was THE ONE DIRECTION CONCERT. Now before you start passing judgement and quit reading. I am going to take a moment to defend myself. I am only 25-years-old and Harry Styles is 20. Five years, that does not qualify me as a cougar by any means. I would rather proclaim myself as a puma. Harry Styles is definitely my one guilty pleasure, let's face it we all have them and he happens to be mine. People who know me tend to learn that I normally will always find something wrong with someone, but with him I simply can't.

Besides the fact that he is internationally famous and may never know that I exist. 

Anyways…

The concert was at AT&T stadium on August 24th, 2014. I bought tickets that were 9 rows back for my niece Kate and me. I knew that if I was going to get Harry to notice me I had to be close regardless the blow my bank account took. So not only were we 15 ft away, but I made a sign that I was hoping would catch his eye. "Simple but effective!" as Harry would say.

We started the day waking up to my alarm clock playing One Direction music. Jumping out of bed like it was my wedding day I dashed downstairs with the biggest smile on my face. I wanted the day to go perfect so I scheduled Kate and me an appointment at The Dry Bar. I had never been before and I must say their service was impeccable. Kate and I both got our hair done around 3 then headed home to get our makeup and outfits on. Once we parked and walked into the stadium I got chills. The place was enormous. Girls everywhere (and some guys) sharing the same love for this band as me. We found the sign that said FLOOR SEATING and made our way down. In order to get to our seats, we had various checkpoints that we had to present our tickets in order to continue to get closer to the stage. We reached the last lady and she pointed us in the right direction. I couldn't believe how close we were. I could literally see Harry's facial expressions.

Now that I was positioned and ready I needed him to get to see the sign. Being 5'9'', in 4 inch heels, and surrounded by teenagers I must say I stuck out like a sore thumb, perfect for Harry to spot me. The band made their way out singing their first song Midnight Memories and there he was. He made his way to the stage at this point he was not singing. I could see his eyes going back and forth reading the words of my sign. I saw his face flush red and filled with a smile followed by a laugh. HE SAW IT! More songs go by and he makes his way back towards us. I stick the sign up directly in front of him knowing there is no way he can't see it. Just like that BAM! While signing Live While We're Young, Harry Styles pointed directly at me.

IT HAPPENED HARRY SAW ME! 

He did make his way over a few more times to our side of the stage throughout the night. Repeatedly, I held up the sign and received more smiles/glances from Harry. The night couldn't of gone better.

Now, I know that you may doubt me and thats fine. I really don't care. I did capture this on video and have several eye witnesses that will vouch for me. 

So here it comes: me turning into the OCD, detailed oriented superwoman. This plan involves me going to the Tulsa One Direction concert, yes another one. Sitting on the floor again with the same sign, however, this is where I need your help. I would like suggestions on what to put on the other side of the sign. Something that is clever to get me backstage to meet him. If you have any ideas please let me know!!! :) I would really appreciate it. 

XOXO, Tara

LIFE IS A GAMBLE

Taking chances is terrifying. You get the queasy feeling knowing you just put yourself out on the line. Hoping the chance is worth it. Take roulette for example, you're placing a bet on what you HOPE is the winning number. My winning number is 24. I was at Winstar gambling for my Dad's birthday and I found myself hypnotized by the sound of chips being placed on the red and black table. Surprisingly, I ended up winning a total of $480.00 and it was because of taking a chance. There you are holding chips, placing on a number that you hope by some odd fate it hits. However, those split seconds of deciding which number is worthy of choice, you experience a wave of emotions. Nerves, doubt, faith, and pure fear. Until you hear the dealer say, "WINNER 24 black!"

Now the chances of hitting your number are slim and when it does happen it is well worth it. You not only win, but win big. So, if you're at a point in your life where you're trying to decide if you should take a chance or not, maybe this message is what you've been waiting for. I hope it encourages you to act. You are going to be nervous of course, mostly about failure. Most definitely you will doubt your choice. No doubt faith will be the hardest thing to have. Lastly, you're going to be fearful. But you know what? It's okay. That's right, IT IS OKAY! But what if you take this chance, bet on yourself, and win big!!! Whether it be moving to a new place, starting a new career, or even taking a chance on love. I can promise you this, enduring all these emotions is well worth the pay out because it's going to get you exactly where you belong.

XOXO, Tara

WORK IT GIRL

I am thrilled beyond thrilled actually. I've always grown up around sports and have been an athlete my whole life. In fact, I still remember having a t-shirt as a kid that said, "Forget the doll, give me the ball." My mother made me throw it away eventually. Back then I was considered a tomboy. It wasn't normal for a girl to be good at sports or play the majority of time with boys at recess. That was me, and still is me. I LOVE SPORTS. Now though, it excites me that the "athletic" body type is becoming a social norm. Girls everywhere now have muscles and aren't toothpick thin. Girls are doing cross-fit, yoga, running, sand volleyball, basketball, weight lifting- it's everywhere and they are rocking it. The tomboy is now getting just as many likes as the skinny model and it's about damn time!!! There is nothing more satisfying than wearing workout clothes, running shoes, and my hair in a pony tail. Nightly, I find

myself putting in headphones, blasting my music, and completely losing myself as I run. So work it girls, keep it up and don't give up, because the tomboy isn't so TARABLE after all. 

XOXO, Tara 

THE LOVE OF MY LIFE.

So it's true, I am head over heels in love. To a point where I'm the vulnerable one. The unconditional love I show for them on social media can never be reciprocated, and that's only because she has furry paws! Her name is Patti, a 1 year old black lab that I rescued from a lab rescue. And, if you're planning on following me on this journey, you better get use to the term "love of my life". The other night I got off work and strolled into the house, exhausted and eyes barely open. I hear a thump, thump, thump. There she is her tail bouncing off the floor so hard that her booty is shaking uncontrollably. Beyonce aint got nothing on Patti Cake. :) I can't help but forget everything that happened the night before and surrender to the love of my life, Patti. Now let's fill you in on five funny facts about Patti.

1. She only plays with rubber chickens and has 10+ of them. 

2. She is scared of everythinggggg, one of her nicknames is "Scaredy Pat".

3. She is famous at Sonic. (like mother like daughter)

4. But sorry guys she's taken, she has a boyfriend named Beau who is a 1 year old boxer. 

5. SHE LOVES TO HAVE HER FEET RUBBED, SHE ALWAYS WANTS A PATTI-CURE. 

So as she realizes that her mother is finally home from work, she slowly rolls on her back puts her back feet in the air and the picture says it all. Now I'm not biased on rescuing or buying from breeders, but I am biased on dog lovers. My Papo always said, "Don't trust people who don't love dogs." Couldn't of said it better myself!!! 

XOXO, Tara 

WELL AREN'T YOU SPECIAL

Back for more? First, let me make you a promise about The Tarable Blog.

1. I promise to not write long posts and share only positive entries. It's time we start revamping social media by promoting what we love instead of bashing what we hate. 

So let's go. You now know that I am an ER nurse. I have only been in the field for two years now and I must say in order to be not just a nurse, but an ER nurse takes a "special" breed. In fact "special" is a term used in my workplace frequently. A patient checks in with a chief complaint and sometimes the only response that comes to mind is…."Oh that's special." I owe my career a big thank you for helping me discover who I am. In the past I found myself always relying on society to guide me on how to dress, act, or even think. But after two years of working with the most exceptional team I could ask for, I finally found Tara. And, she isn't so tarable after all :)

It is them, the people I work with nightly who brought me to the surface. I know it is because of the events we've experienced together. The nights we lose someone, or better yet save their life and keep them in this world. The nights when I frantically yell, "CAN I GET SOME HELP IN HERE?" Then I look up and see not just one person, but my entire team there for me and it's all because we have a "special" bond. I owe it to them, they are the reason I feel safe with sharing these thoughts and feelings through posts. Because in my career an ER nurse can't show emotions often. So this is dedicated to you and y'all know exactly who you are, my "special" people. 

XOXO, Tara

IS THIS A TARABLE IDEA?

How did you end up here? If you're reading this I am so excited you decided to take a peek at my blog. I finally gave into this crazy idea of blogging after months of contemplating it. For those of you who don't know me my name is Tara. I am a 25 year-old dog loving, basketball playing, ER/trauma nurse.

That's it you ask? Well yes. But as you follow me you will slowly learn more and more. Due to the tragic events that my eyes have seen since I started my career, I wanted to provide an outlet. A place I could escape to and feel utter bliss. This is the purpose of my blog, to share what I love because the clock is ticking ladies and gentlemen. And it's never too late to take a leap of faith, and start this potentially tarable idea…