I am not a single parent. I was raised by one, so I have the utmost respect for those who take on that role. In my opinion, you have one of the toughest jobs in the world. I feel like hard working single parents deserve some kind of hero award…or free Target for life. One day I’ll write a blog post on the greatest single parent I have ever known…but every time I get three lines into writing that one,…
As a fire wife, you learn to do things solo (future blog to come on that one). As I am sure you have learned by now, I’m kind of always a hot mess. Most of the time I’m on autopilot. But we do what we gotta do, right moms? Recently, someone very special asked to be a “guest blogger” on here and sent me his piece for review. He even phrased his title in the form of a question. I…
I love birthdays. My husband does not. Ryan told me after we got married that he hated any holiday that involved gift giving because trying to choose something people like stresses him out too much. Not me. I look forward to finding the perfect anniversary or birthday gift because I love surprises. My friends will laugh at this because they know I hate opening gifts in front of people. But I will gladly make others uncomfortable in the gift giving…
I wish I could say that I have a love hate relationship with going to the gym…and with diets. Unfortunately, there is no love to be found. It’s mostly a lot of hate. Going to the gym gets me about as excited as watching Ryan clean his rifle. And diets? I mean, who truly looks forward to those? You know that saying, “Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels”? Yeah. That line is crap. Cause I can tell you about…
A few months ago, one of my squad members asked me to do her daughter’s hair and makeup for our local beauty pageant, Miss Kings County. Disclaimer. I know nothing about beauty pageants. But… I love hair and make-up. When I was pregnant with G, I used to stay up late watching YouTube videos made by girls half my age who, with makeup on, looked twice their age and knew infinitely more about beauty products than I ever did in…
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…