Recently I wrote about how much I enjoy it when bloggers share what they are hating (because let’s face it, everyday is not a rainbow. I don’t care what your mom told you), then I shared mine and REALLY enjoyed it. So that got me thinking, what else do other bloggers do that I enjoy? (Which is a GOOD thing that I asked that question but I was going to just write a post about how sick I am, complete with multiple sad face emoticons. See how lucky you are to have dodged that?) Anyway, back to what I enjoy …READ MORE
I’m walking the fine line between being 27 years old and feeling like I’m 7 years old.
It’s my 27th birthday on Friday and it’s circled on my calendar= 27 years old
- with pink crayon= 7 years old
I’m finding it hard to get excited for my birthday this year= 27 years old
- but I keep telling people about it= 7 years old
I’ve asked for an old school pink bike, complete with basket = 7 years old
I’m thinking of getting warranty for it= 27 years old
I jumped up and down when I overheard my mom …READ MORE
So as some of you may remember, my mother and I recently got into a debate about ‘who was beautiful‘. I was more of a Natalie Portman/Angelina Jolie fan and my mom was more of a fan of Pamela Anderson.
We’ve since continued the debate. But before I bring you the latest installment, let me just show you what sort of judgment my mom has.
This picture here:
that’s me on the first day of kindergarten. You can’t see it, but I’m actually wearing lace tights- to match my lace and yellow coat (also sadly, not featured). I went …READ MORE
You know how I’ve been stressing about the wedding that IS TODAY? The one that I have to BE FUNNY for? The one where I’m SPEAKING IN FRONT OF A LARGE CROWD? Yeah, that one. Well, I had a hair appointment today. I went in with a picture. This was the hair I wanted:
because at some point, every girl has gone into a salon with a Jen Aniston photo I think. It’s almost like a rite of passage. I want her body and clothes as well, but I thought I could at least count on getting a version …READ MORE
I don’t wear a watch. I stopped wearing one in grade 6 when my mom shelled out serious (well, it was serious at the time) money for a Guess? watch that I had dramatically declared I could not live without. I distinctly remember telling my mom that. I would STOP BREATHING if I didn’t get the white, thin strapped watch with the glow in the dark hands. So my mom, wanting to ensure my survival on the planet (and enable my unhealthy dramatic nature) bought me the watch.
I had it exactly one week before I decided that there was …READ MORE
I’ve appointed myself an expert on all things summer. Why? Because I feel like appointing myself something and I have a lot of opinions today.
- if I can see your vagina, your shorts are too short. For real.
- Sunscreen- wear it. If I look at you and can’t help but wince in sympathy pains- I can’t imagine how you must be feeling. Even the prettiest summer dress, or most fantastic personality can’t distract someone from a lobster burn. Repeat after me, “baby oil is not my friend”.
- Perhaps skip the long sleeved silk shirt. Silk showcases sweat …READ MORE
Because I think I was the only one who hadn’t done it.. Tied together with a smile and kristen both tagged me for the 6 meme.
The rules are:
* Link to the person who tagged you. * Post the rules on your blog. * Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself. * Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs. * Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.
Here are mine: 1. My dating and relationship mantra can be summed up by one of …READ MORE
Hi. Remember this? Let’s begin!
Greta-a-Sketch asked “What was your first kiss like?”
My first kiss was… wet. And I think I saw stars. Not because it was overly romantic, but because I had no idea that you were supposed to breathe while kissing. I sort of.. held my breath. And then when my ears started to pound I let out this big GASP! And the boy looked all pleased with himself like his kissing technique (of darting his tongue all over my mouth) had left me breathless. Men.
She also asked, in addition to phalanges, what other words do …READ MORE
Today I listened to **Gardenia twelve times. I counted. Six times driving to the school (before you all smugly tell me you didn’t have work, I will say I didn’t either. I went in voluntarily to do planning. Because I’m saving up all my karma points for a new kitchen aid mixer.) and six times coming home. I listened to it once before I decided if Mandy Moore could take a run at being all angsty and filled with sorrow, then I could too. And let me tell you, I’m pretty sure by the tenth time around, I pretty much …READ MORE