You guys. I’m running the Charlotte Half Marathon this Saturday, and all I can really say is that I’ve actually been training, so THANK HEAVENS this won’t be a repeat of THAT ONE YEAR. Do you remember? No? Oh good, this will be fun. Happy Throwback Thursday, friends. I present to you: my dumbest race ever. Originally published onContinue reading “Throwback Thursday: Who needs a laugh?”
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Throwback Thursday: Mom Fail
Last week I volunteered in my son’s class for the first time this year. I had signed up to lead the class for the afternoon during a teacher planning day, and I was really excited to get in there. That is a lie. I was terrified. You guys, Owen is in third grade. Third graders are soContinue reading “Throwback Thursday: Mom Fail”
Throwback Thursday: Adventures with Self Tanner
‘Tis the season, friends: summer is nearly upon us. But not quite. Our shorts beg to be worn, but our legs, in all their pasty white glory, scream, “NOOOOOOOOOOO!” (To my brown-skinned friends: just read on and laugh, mmkay?) To remedy the issue, self tanners beckon from the shelves, promising, “You, too, can DIY your way to perfectly sun(less)-kissedContinue reading “Throwback Thursday: Adventures with Self Tanner”
Throwback Thursday: Comparison is a B*tch
In honor of our neighborhood pool opening this weekend, I am reading (preaching) this post to myself over and over. And over. And. Over. Originally published March 26, 2014. I reallyreallyreally tried to make myself title this, “Comparison is the thief of joy.” Why? Because it’s true and I love that quote. (Thank you, Mr.Continue reading “Throwback Thursday: Comparison is a B*tch”
Adventures With Sunless Tanner: A(nother) Cautionary Tale
I have a complicated history with at-home beauty treatments. So, naturally, I decided to buy 3 bottles of sunless tanner last week. (It was buy 2, get 1 free. How could I not?) Application #1: I’m a bit tentative. I exfoliate. I moisturize my knees, elbows, and ankles. Then, just a bit of self-tanner on the arms,Continue reading “Adventures With Sunless Tanner: A(nother) Cautionary Tale”
Oversharing strikes again.
Yoo hoooo. Big summer blowout. More oversharing is coming your way, y’all. (Have you heard the one about the girl that Naired her face? No? Yes, but you want to laugh so hard you pee your pants AGAIN?) I may or may not be making another appearance at When Crazy Meets Exhaustion today. You’ll have to clickContinue reading “Oversharing strikes again.”
Mom Fail: The time I lied to my kid’s teacher’s face.
Need a self-esteem boost? Allow me to help. I have lots of mom fails. But this time? I lied to my kid’s teacher. And you won’t believe why. (I still can’t.) Every other week or so, I go to Owen’s school to volunteer. Covering lunch duty is one way I help, and my first timeContinue reading “Mom Fail: The time I lied to my kid’s teacher’s face.”
Oversharing. The gift that keeps on giving.
When I found Steph’s “Oversharing” series at When Crazy Meets Exhaustion, I knew I’d found a kindred spirit. (Is “oversharing” an official Love Language yet?) And YOU GUYS. Guess who’s serving up the TMI today! Yep. Yours truly. Now get yourself on over there and have a hearty laugh at my expense. No really. Go. Now.
Whoopie Pies + Acid Spills (Alt. Title: Cooking is dangerous.)
I’m perusing Pinterest one evening when I find a pin for Jalapeño Cornbread Whoopie Pies with Goat Cheese and Bacon Filling. I thank Jesus that these exist somewhere on the planet. I dream of eating making dozens of them one day. If only an occasion worthy of such culinary brilliance would arise. Then, a friend asks if I will bringContinue reading “Whoopie Pies + Acid Spills (Alt. Title: Cooking is dangerous.)”
This is why you can’t take me nice places.
Today, let’s play a fun game. It’s called, “What Would YOU Do?” And then we’ll play another fun game called, “What I Did.” (aka “Why You Can’t Take Me Nice Places.”) It’s going to be really fun. (Did I mention FUN?) ROUND ONE: When Owen was eleven months old, he was admitted to the children’s hospital for a fewContinue reading “This is why you can’t take me nice places.”