I grew up religiously reading Seventeen & YM magazines. And while I would faithfully read the magazines cover to cover to learn tips and trick to make my crush fall in love with me or to use mayonnaise to make my hair shinier (Does. Not. Work for the record), my favorite part of the magazines Read more
I have two addictions. The Olympics and Christmas. My world basically stops for both of these things. The Olympics only comes around every two years, but at least with Christmas I get my fix once a year… and maybe a few times more when I secretly listen to Christmas carols when I’m having a bad Read more
I’ve mentioned this before. My Mom hates camping. She loves nature, but she hates sleeping outdoors. The woman needs a bed. Period. Ironically, when I turned 12 and was finally old enough to go on the girl’s camping trip with the church youth group, my Mom happened to be in charge that year. Wait what? Read more
I could live on Pop Tarts. Seriously, I really could. Hot or cold. Fruit or cinnamon. Doesn’t matter. Just give them all to me. If you’ve read anything about my Mom on this blog, you know processed foods just weren’t her thing. Win for her. Sucked for us. Where my best friends had Pop Tarts Read more
Sometimes I have no game. Like none. Zero. I can usually walk into a room and hold my own when I’m talking to someone, but every once in awhile, my game is off. Like the time I was flirting with a new guy who had just graduated from Harvard and I asked him if his Read more
It’s no secret. I Love Pie. Period. But growing up I was never that pumped on blueberry pie. I don’t know. It never seemed as exciting as the other choices. So I never picked it. And it always seemed to be the last pie available on the menu after all the others were gone. I Read more
