When I imagined getting married, many eons ago, I alway thought I’d marry in the fall, more specifically, October. Both sets of grandparents (the 10th and 12th), one set of great-grandparents (the 6th), and even my parents (the 19th) married in October. I would continue the family tradition. However, when it came down to it, I married my husband, Chris, in the summer. It seemed best considering I was moving from Florida to Illinois to marry Chris. Selecting a date to marry was made easy by the priest. He let us know that only two dates were still available on
Disclosure: I’m a member of the Netflix #StreamTeam which means that they pay for the streaming service in exchange for me posting once a month about the service. All opinions are my own. The other day I wrote a post about how CBS executives passed on a pilot that tested well but rejected it because the show skewed “too female.” To say this confused me might be an understatement. How could a show test “too female”? What does that even mean? After much thought, I think I know what “too female” means in TV speak. It means the men didn’t like
Unless you have your head buried in the sand, I’m sure you’ve heard that there is a lack of roles for female actors in television and movies, with the latter being far worse. In fact, it has come out in recent months that lead actresses struggle to get paid as much as their male counterparts, even when they are the main star. It makes you think that Hollywood doesn’t value women: the audiences or the actors. Why aren’t their more female-led projects? You might excuse the Hollywood establishment by saying that female-led television shows and movies don’t do well. Wrong.
Write. I just want to write. As I close my eyes to go to sleep, ideas flood my brain. Words hover over me and I write some brilliant shit in my head. Sometimes I fall asleep with the words still circulating; other times, I have to sit up and make notes in a journal or on an app on my phone. Then, with the words released, I can rest and sleep. Hopefully. Every day I have ideas. Things I want to say. Things I need to write down. It is as if writing is a part of me. Like the
Disclaimer: There is an Amazon Affiliate link in this post. If you click the link and buy the book, I would get a small commission. Just enough for me to indulge in my favorite guilty pleasure, Taco Bell, or not. As winter comes to an end, I can’t help but fantasize about spring or going on a trip somewhere else to escape the my current cabin-fevered existence. Of course, spending all day long (everyday) with my children leads me to fantasies of being alone. So, when I found out that March 1 is Plan A Solo Vacation Day, I couldn’t
Nothing hits a girl’s self-esteem harder than middle school and high school. Suddenly, you go from the happy-go-lucky girl playing outside, getting bruises, and generally not worrying about how you look to a girl who obsesses about her appearance and compares herself to other girls. The switch happens lightning-fast, at least, it did for me. My concerns about my body image began in high school. Puberty had kicked in and my high metabolism disappeared a day later. Instead of being able to eat anything without gaining a pound, I would gain weight just by looking at a cookie. The weight
Disclaimer: There are some Amazon Affiliate links throughout this post. If you click the link and buy a book, I would get a small commission. Just enough for me to indulge in my favorite guilty pleasure, Taco Bell. This post was not influenced by my craving for Taco Bell at all. All opinions are my own, as always. When I was a teenager, not yet 16, I hated taking the school bus home. Heck, I hated taking the school bus in general. So, on nice days, I would walk home the one and a half miles instead of riding the
Oh, how I love Christmas! From the music to the movies to the spirit of giving, I love it all! Since having my girls, I find I enjoy it even more. It’s fun watching my girls’ eyes light up as they see all the lights and decorations. Or when Santa comes on TV, how they stop and stare, then my oldest talks nonstop about him and how she’s a very good girl (well, that’s questionable). I adore Christmas so much that I watch all the cheesy Christmas movies found on ABC Family, Hallmark, and Lifetime. Watching the new ones bring
With today being Pretend to Be a Time Traveler Day (see, I wasn’t kidding about weird holidays last week), I pondered where I would like to go, if indeed time travel were possible. As I looked back on my life, I decided that while there were some moments I wouldn’t mind revisiting (like my wedding and birth of my children), I would prefer to travel to times I have not seen or experienced. One of my hobbies (when I’m not busy parenting my 3 munchkins) is researching my family history. Genealogy is my obsession. I just wish that I could go
A few months ago, StickerKid approached me. They wanted to partner with me. They asked if I would test their product and become an affiliate. When I took a look at who they were, I fell in love with their product. Since the product would be more timely to review in September, I held off. Of course, in early September, we sold our house and the move became a priority. Unfortunately, I forgot about the review I needed to do. And, I’ll be honest, I feel awful about it. StickerKid deserves more. StickerKid makes personalized name labels in stickers and iron-on labels.