if this year's travels are any indication, i'm a big fan of visiting (aka inviting myself to visit-slash-crashing at) the abodes of my nearest and dearest throughout this fine country of ours. and while i'm always quite enthused to take on the role of tourist for a weekend or five (would it be possible to be ...
do less
now is the part of the show when i get all pop-culture referencey on you, so bear with me. there used to be a segment on the soup where joel would show a clip from the hills. said clip more often than not, featured the one and only stephanie pratt. now if you know anything about stephanie pratt (i'm ...
argo see this movie
i mean, i feel as though any movie where the lead actor is required to grow facial hair is worth seeing. because it usually means there is some kind of transformation involved in order to appear more like the intended character of interest. and transformations are always oscar-gold, right? i'm looking at you, charlize theron. so ...
sequined gift horses
you know, though my top love languages are "words of affirmation" and "quality time," (and if you have no idea what i'm talking about, read this, and then do yourself a favor and just read the book, too) i'm never one to look a gift horse in the mouth. especially a present pony (see what ...
the 5 W’s of love
a dear friend (hi K!) forwarded this video to me this morning. in it, a girlfriend inquires of her boyfriend the dreaded question, "how many girls have you loved before me?" and y'all, his answer is perfect. gents, take notes. (and yes, it's almost nine minutes long, but so worth it)
“wait, i need that” wednesday -10/24/12
i mean, i get it, i hate how stores just bulldoze right over halloween and thanksgiving and right on into the christmas season, too. walmart, costco, and home goods have been selling holiday decor since labor day it seems. but then again i would be lying if i didn't get a wee bit excited the other ...
apples and potato chips
if you're on pinterest, or savvy to the blog world in general, chances are you've probably come across this print (and maybe even "liked" it on facebook). so forgive me if this feels a bit broken record-y, but today, i feel as though i'm in need of a reminder. now, i'm no stranger to the perils ...
dark skies, full hearts
after back-to-back weekends of gallivanting in cities other than my own (#firstworldproblems), i was quite looking forward to a quiet two-day work-vacay at home. and when the weatherman (see also: my iPhone weather app) predicted sub-seventy degree temps, cloudy, with a chance of meatballs sprinkles, i may or may not have done a few chandler-inspired happy dances ...
the real reason
...You're not single because your standards are too high. Good for you for having standards. It's not because you didn't like that really, really good guy who wanted to take you on a date and you just weren't feeling it. And it's not because you like to wear pajama pants as soon as you get ...
my reputation precedes me
y'all. one of my newest (and most awesome) friends has taken a liking to my blog (and i don't hate it) and in her perusal, has learned of my tendency to foster a joeslationship (relationship with a trader joe's employee) or two. well if we hadn't already concluded that the world is about the size ...
