I Was a BOSSY Little Girl…and I’m OKAY With That.
2016 Update: I am a feminist. One day, I hope to write more about this, the process of learning new information, understanding who I am
2016 Update: I am a feminist. One day, I hope to write more about this, the process of learning new information, understanding who I am
What? Yes. Skunk. So I didn’t ALWAYS feel this way. When my dog, Buck-the bad dog was skunked, I was headed out on a quasi-date
Guys, I have a confession to make. While some of you may be new around here (Shout out to all my new blog friends from
Let me start by saying this: Anxiety Disorder is a fickle bitch. For me, it’s like I’m a complete contradiction of myself. Take that one
Ahh… not just things I did in college; but things I did in college that I STILL do today. Don’t judge me. In fact, I
Yes. Yes, I said it. Confession Friday: I am a Christmas-obsessed-giant-freak-of-nature-who-wants-to-start-decorating-now kind of girl. You think I got into Halloween… You haven’t seen ANYTHING yet.
Confession: I wait until the last minute to do lots of things, which often works out smashingly for a girl like me, but sometimes…not so
WARNING: This post contains a poop story. It is highly inappropriate. It is (a little) graphic. It is poop. If you are squeamish (or eating),
Yes, it’s true. I have a jealousy complex. Honestly, I think that most people do… I’ve always been a little bit jealous of the majority
In the spirit of Confession Friday (which I learned about thanks to the The Word Worm), I’ve decided to offer you some really great (read: