The house…is it done…? Can I come over…? What’s going on with it…? Where are the pictures…?!?!?! …please *pretty smile* E-mails, texts, tweets, questions…where, when, who, why… I get it. I get it. I HEAR your calls! LoL (I’m not REALLY laughing out loud, I just got up, and haven’t had my coffee yet…*looks at… Continue reading Are We There Yet?!?!?
After a full day of meeting awesome actors and actresses, having my adrenaline on high, and smiling so much my face hurt you’d think it couldn’t get any better. I left the convention hall and went back to my hotel to eat, and relax for a bit. I was actually so exhausted already I contemplated… Continue reading ‘There’ll be peace…’
Flat as a board, straight as an arrow, asystole (flat-lined for all you non nursing beauties out there)…these are all the things my diet is doing… I know it’s been forever since I posted about my diet right?! Well that’s because it was put on hold. *making car crashing sounds* *throw in some explosion sound… Continue reading Plateau. . .
Yep, you read that right. I. Have. Junk. In. My. Trunk. Literally. Well ok so my butt is fairly big too (oh who am I kidding it’s a regular ‘Yo Mamma’ joke). But when you have a new house that’s pretty empty what do you do?! You fill it with wonderful things! I know…I know…… Continue reading Junk In My Trunk
Who knew I had so much stuff?! The things you find in the deep dark depths of a storage unit after almost 5 years. One step…two step…three step…four… move things in till I hit the floor. Okay, okay… cheesy I know. After taking down popcorn ceilings (more to come on that), painting ceilings and trim… Continue reading So It Begins…
How do you sleep when you know you’re about to have one of the best weekends of your life? The answer is you don’t….much…maybe two hours…or one…if you’re lucky. I know you’ve all been DYING (ok maybe not dying…at the edge of your seat? bouncing off the walls? biting your nails?) to get Part 2… Continue reading ‘My Wayward Son…’
I think these days I’m part of a generation they call boomerang? Millenial? I guess this means I go out…make something of myself, then BOOM I’m back home. I was born in 1983.. so I’m not sure what “generation” that puts me in. If the news has it right, I’m lazy…don’t know how to work… Continue reading Over The River And Through The Woods To Grandmother’s House We…..Live?