What are you bringing? Don’t you just love that question? The invite for a social event comes and you’re tasked to bring a side dish or an appetizer to share. Immediately your head starts buzzing with food ideas and you lie awake at night wondering who will fall in love with your rendition of deviled eggs or potato salad?! No? Is that just me? Well… ok then. I admit it. I am whole heartedly addicted to food and love any…
I remember the exact moment this blog post came to life. It was Super Bowl Sunday and my close friend Crystal literally proclaimed, “You have to write a blog post about this!” Before I tell the story behind this, let me first explain the inspiration for this post and more specifically, the title. Two words. Toddler meltdown. What is it that causes these little humans to leave their body and somehow return as drunken sailors like they’re fresh off the…
Carbs. Give me ALL the carbs. Just typing those words makes me hungry. Did I mention I’m especially drawn to anything resembling a carb…oh yes, and salt. No sweets or cookies here, but I will destroy you in a game of who can eat more Lay’s potato chips. DE-STROY. Ok, where was I going with this… When it comes to food, I am in my happy place. I’m not picky or snobby. I literally have an equal love for both…
Women. From the very moment we could speak, we found ourselves proclaiming other toddlers to be our absolute best friends. As we grew up, those best friends changed according to what was most important at that time of our life. Funny how as grown, adult women, the selection process doesn’t change much. What does change, at least for me, is that those I give the second half of my BFF heart necklace to, are people I trust, admire, and genuinely…
Well. Do you? I’m just gonna throw it out there. Get it out of the way. Yes. I am one of those obnoxious people that is star struck, crazy, googly eyed, light up my life in love with my husband. Are you vomiting now? I know, it seems ridiculous that I use the term “soul mate” in complete seriousness, but allow me to give you a quick backstory. Ryan and I met, cheesily enough, at a wedding. His brother married…
I’m what they like to call an accidental entrepreneur. My background is in English and Literature and I have never once taken a business class in my life. I wasn’t looking to be a business owner…and I sure as hell wasn’t looking into anything related to sales. As a high school teacher, I spent all of my energy on my students. Working with disadvantaged kids is kind of like…my jam. There is just something so incredibly rewarding about taking kids…
This may never be the blog that wins awards, or the one that is featured in some trendy magazine, or even the one that makes me a millionaire. To put it simply, it’s the culmination of a lot of years of dreaming. A dream to write about the things that make me smile, laugh, and cry. Add in a touch of sarcasm and wit and alas, a dream is born. While the original blog was dreamt up before I had…
This beautiful soul is what I like to call my bonus daughter. She has been a part of my life since she was 4 and is a complete girly girl, which makes us perfect for each other. When you become a stepparent, there is no rule book. There is no manual, and no “right way”. The only advice I can offer, is that if you are going to take on that role, you do it with your whole heart and…
When we were thinking of a name for this little one, I wanted something that could be shortened into a nickname, preferably one a little tomboyish. A simple name that could be spouted off quickly because something told me that this one would have her name called out quite often. You know when you go into a grocery store or you’re at a restaurant and you hear the shriek of a toddler that quite literally makes your ears bleed? The…
There’s something about this little blonde haired blue eyed boy that just melts my heart. Maybe it was that we endured 36 hours of labor together, only to head into an emergency C-section. Maybe it’s because he is my one and only boy. Maybe it’s because he can’t quite say the “r” sound which makes him sound like an adorable little British kid. Or…maybe it’s because he reminds me so much of my very first best friend, my brother. Since…