Growing up, I was friends with two really interesting twins. While I was rocking a mushroom cut and Club Monaco sweatshirt, these two girls were shaving their heads and wearing lots of mesh, camo and elaborate necklaces with snake charms. While my mom gave me tylenol for a headache, their mom practiced Reiki and ancient herbal medicines to curb body pains. My home was a standard homage Pottery Barn, their house was a collection of Star Wars collectibles, exotic pets and crystals the size of pre-schoolers. Sleepovers were an exercise in restraint as I practiced acting nonchalant as they fed …READ MORE
Lately I’ve become one of those people who routinely is up at 4:30am laying in bed attempting to use a soothing voice to tell myself to go the fuck to sleep. And when that doesn’t put me into a deep slumber, I make lists in my head- things I should do, things I want to do, things I wish I would have done, supplies I need to buy at Wal-mart for the projects I started thinking about at 2am.
(Sidenote: I’ve never been a regular Wal-Mart shopper, but it opens earlier than anywhere else (8 am) so I have found …READ MORE
1. 99.89% of the nicknames that have ever been bestowed upon me.
3. The Hills.
5. Coming home after a vacation.
6. Chick flicks.
8. Eating vegetables.
9. Christmas shopping.
11. Soul Decision.
12. Mud Puddles.
13. Getting Older.
14. Airplane Food.
15. Dr. Phil.
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 could write about how I’m not looking forward to Friday. If I was feeling very brave, I could confess how I almost canceled the job because I’m worried the whole thing will depress the funk into me. I could write about how my fall clothes are feeling a little too tight, my finances are a little shaky or about how I haven’t had a good hair day in weeks. I could rant about how everything on my sidebar keeps disappearing and I don’t know where it goes. I could write about how it still bothers me that my dad …READ MORE
It’s after midnight and I’m exhausted. Watching 4 hours straight of Olympics is the most taxing thing I’ve done in recent days and I’m paying the price. I scream, I cheer, I stand on my couch. I cry, I sniffle, I count Chinese hair clips. I marvel at Phelps (did anyone else see the special they did on how his body is the perfect body for swimming? Fascinating- and I don’t mean that just in a sexual, hey, I-want-my-tongue-to-touch-your-abs way, I really mean it in the educational, I learned something way), giggle at Costas and have decided I would go …READ MORE
1. I will never be that super cool girl who hears good news regarding an ex-boyfriend and responds by saying things like ‘Awesome!’ or “Good for him!”. I will be that bitter, hostile woman who thinks “him? why him? why doesn’t he just go fall in a manhole and save the world from himself?”. And then I will drink heavily. Or, if it’s a school night, I will wrestle my blankets and mentally re-organize my closet.
2. “Parent Trap” was Lindsay Lohan’s best movie performance. And anyone who disagrees should be prepared to duel. To the death.
3. Sometimes I …READ MORE
Bonjour my friends! I am back! First of all, let me give a big huge thanks to Brookem for filling in (and writing the nicest, most lovely post that filled my heart with happiness- seriously, anytime a post involves Hills talk, I label it a 5 star event). She really is fantastic and our Hills emails should pretty much be filed under “A” for awesome.
Now. Vegas. There’s so much to say, it’s hard to figure out where to start. So, let’s do it this way. Below are 10 statements. Some are true and some are false. Figure out which …READ MORE
I never wanted to be that blogger who has a google reader number that’s closer to a thousand than zero, but here I am.
I never wanted to be the daughter who would avoid her fathers calls, but here I am.
I never wanted to be a teacher who uses stickers as bribes when she’s at the end of her rope and thinking of tying a noose, but here I am.
I never wanted to be the person who started off every sentence ” I’m so exhausted I can’t…”, but here I am.
I never wanted to be person who …READ MORE