Firstly, I was probably going to wear a top that showed my belly button and a suspicious amount of the ol’ chesticles. Secondly, as the weather turned hot, the classrooms would start to smell really strongly of CK One or other popular man-scents. It turns out that heat activates its pungency, allowing it to mix with stinky adolescent pits and creating what I’m sure to be a toxic death cloud — a cloud that was teeming with the scent of desperation and overly gelled hair. Thirdly, after school I was going to drive my sweaty-crop-top wearing self to 7-Eleven to dispense a slushie into a BIG GULP cup. I would usually opt for cherry mixed with coca-cola. The ice would turn a murky brown. Sometimes they had a flavor that came in neon blue, which was fun because it would give you a smurf tongue. I can’t recall the exact flavor–but, I’m sure it tasted blue. These were the things of early summer. Continue reading
If you follow me on Facebook or Instagram, you might have already seen I’m smack dab in the middle (er…the first week) of a Whole 30. One of the questions I got when I so boldly announced I was going to swear off cheese for thirty days to a world full of internet friends and strangers was, “What the heck is a Whole 3o?” Great question. I can point you to the official website where they explain this cray to the cray endeavor I’ve decided to journey on. But, I’ll give you the gist: It’s thirty days. No grains, beans, dairy, sugar, or anything processed. You can eat all the veggies, meats and fruits that you want, along with nuts, seeds and good fats like coconut oil or coconut milk. Try to keep it organic. The less processed the better. You know — blah blah blah — healthy things. Continue reading
Hey! Today we’re celebrating our dear friend, the writer of the strikingly beautiful blog Pure Ella! Since Ella is expecting a brand new little one, we’ve decided to throw her a virtual baby shower! Maybe we can’t all get together in person and stuff our face with pretty food while rubbing her cute prego-belly, but that’s not going to keep us from celebrating. We’re rocking this baby shower virtual-style. We’re raising our glasses in front of the computer, wearing pajamas while totally thinking about the cute party dress we’d wear in real life. Oh, and I’m totally bringing the mocktails. Continue reading
I’m in the process of moving.
That’s going to be a completely different post. I don’t have enough time or enough space in this post to cram in all of those feelings–because there’s lots and lots of feelings. They’re those deep feelings that come with spurts of ugly crys and a sinking sensation in one’s chest. I’m not ready to go.
My life has been a whirlwind of moving boxes and Goodwill donations (why the heck was I hanging onto that pair of distressed stretchy lace-up denim from high school? Bye bye. I hope you fulfill your denim destiny on some other misguided tween). In a final push of not wanting to do a big grocery shop right before we have to depart from here, my food life has been weird. It’s been handfuls of granola and apples dipped in peanut butter. There’s been store bought seaweed salad, green smoothies from Whole Foods and take out from Chipotle… not to mention that entire gluten-free pizza I stress-guzzled over the weekend. It’s all a big mess. So, I’m posting this green drink because this is what would be good for me. I could hide in one of the larger moving boxes, sip on some veggie-laced lemonade and gently weep. Sound like a good Tuesday? Ugh. I should stop talking.
Moving sucks. Continue reading
Gut reactions. Let’s talk about them.
For instance, my gut reaction when ending a phone conversation is to say “I love you.” This bodes well most of the time since my most frequent phone convos happen between myself and my husband or my mother or my best friend. But, this can prove awkward when trying to end a call with a telemarketer. It might go something like this: “No. I don’t want to take your survey. Please take me off your list. Okay. I love you. Bye.” Ugh. There it goes, just flying out of my mouth. Do you want to know how many preliminary job interviews or business phone calls I’ve almost ended that way? All of them. I kid you not. I literally start pre-panicking in my head about five minutes before the end of a business conversation and mentally prep myself to not automatically spew my misplaced affections all over the person on the other end of the line. Continue reading