Food is my love language
Forget About the Velveeta Shortage; Buy Real Cheese. Duh.
Okay, so what the hell is this nonsense about a Velveeta shortage? Seriously. Let me tell you a little something about Velveeta. That shit is terrible. End. Okay, I’m lying. Not end. If you don’t know me, allow me to
It’s UnAmerican…to go to Wisconsin and Leave Without Cheese AKA Gratuitous Cheese Photos
Last week, Brian and I trekked up to Wisconsin for a funeral. It was there that we celebrated the life of his aunt, and I met the rest of the fam. Of course, just because it was a somber trip,
The Most Interesting Girl in the World
I don’t always eat McDonald’s, but when I do, it’s from September through March. When they have a sweet promotion. Or when I’m hungover. No, for serious, I am a marketing professional’s wet dream. McDonald’s-which I typically hold great disdain
Snacky Snacky Joy Joy
Until quite recently, I hadn’t eaten anything with ranch since I was about seven years old. It doesn’t matter how light the taste was, I could taste it in any recipe, and I would get physically ill. Blue cheese, garden
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Wedding Comeuppance is Upon Me
You guys. I’m a little concerned. With my pending nuptials coming up faster than I can say September 16, I’m starting to realize that this is time for a little payback. From my friends and family. You see, it may
Good Morning, Sunshine
When I was a little girl, one of my mom’s best friends got married. Her wedding was the first big wedding I had ever been to, and the only one I recall from my childhood. I remember hunting down the
If Shingles Didn’t Kill Me, Wedding Planning Might…
One month from today, I’ll be waking up next to Brian (um, yes. He’s not allowed to abandon me the night before our wedding, despite the fact that the world thinks he shouldn’t see me before our wedding. And despite
I Didn’t Want Him to Buy an Engagement Ring
After a certain point in your relationship, people start asking questions. They ask if wedding bells will be ringing in the near future. They start grabbing your hand every time they see you, hunting for a giant, sparkly rock. They address invitations,
Meet me under the tallest Christmas tree
I woke up in a hotel in River North the morning after Brian’s work holiday party. I had brought a couple outfits but after the wild night, I was leaning toward a pair of tie-dye yoga pants and a hoodie.
Our Cheesy Wedding
I’m going to try posting little snippets and tidbits from our wedding, mostly because THERE’S SO MUCH TO SHARE, and I really don’t want to overwhelm y’all. I figured the best place to start is with our wedding theme…which came
Healing, Mind and Bod
The New Year’s resolution joke’s on me
If you’ve been here for a while, you probably already know that I typically don’t subscribe to this whole New Year’s resolution, “new year, new me” bullshit. Hell, I get mad when people talk about what a shit year the
I should probably start seeing a therapist for this…
I removed the scale from my bedroom this week. There’s nothing helpful or healing to weighing myself every day, sometimes multiple times a day. It creates an obsession with arbitrary numbers instead of an understanding of how I feel, emotionally
Because I Need to Take Care of Myself
I’ve been thinking about self-care a lot lately. I haven’t been taking proper care of myself. Brian likes to joke that he feels responsible for making sure I’m well cared for, and I joke that it’s because my parents gave
September: New beginnings and more joy on the horizon
I’ve always loved September. When I was younger, it was because it signified the start of school. It launched football season for the lifelong cheerleader in me. As a youth cheerleader, it was also the kickoff of competition season. September