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I’ve been wrong a time or two in my life. Before this past weekend, the most notable of these occasions was during a 6th grade science quiz when I labeled part of the brain as the “cervix” and then argued about it with my teacher. Mrs. Vance, in case you're reading this, I acknowledge that you were actually right. But in my defense, cervix and cortex are really similar words.
My most... Continue Reading Pour lire cet article en français, voir plus bas
Hey Chicks, I'd like to introduce you to my new boyfriend. Make that my ten new boyfriends.
Sure, they may not exactly be "real" or whatever (minor detail), but these ten temptations have the stuff love songs and stories are made of. Importantly, we nominate these 10 hunks for their staying power, not their playing power. Perhaps we should have named this post "Top 10 Fictional... Continue Reading Pour lire cet article en français, voir plus bas
I know that based on what the movies tell me, I should hate Valentine's Day but, I actually love Valentine's Day. Here's why: I love the fact that you can make anyone feel so special and loved on this day. One of the ways I do this is by creating personalized homemade gifts. With just a little bit of extra effort and of course, a handy dandy glue gun, you can create fabulous DIY gifts... Continue Reading Pour lire cet article en français, voir plus bas
You know what the most overused word in my vocabulary is? “Um”, followed closely by “like.” But removing those conversational crutches that keep me from stuttering or freezing like a deer in headlights when speaking in front of other humans, “Sorry” is the the word I’m most likely to wear out.
Not because I’m perpetually wrong (I’ve been wrong maybe three or four times in my... Continue Reading Pour lire cet article en français, voir plus basContinue Reading Pour lire cet article en français, voir plus bas
A while ago, I wrote a little ditty about how much I love surprises. Because the Universe doesn’t differentiate the intricacies of the English language, it took me literally and delivered me a surprise that can only be described as one doozy of a humdinger.
No, not a baby left on my doorstep. Not a puppy in a basket. Not a long-lost twin that my parents had been hiding from me. Not even a... Continue Reading Pour lire cet article en français, voir plus basWhen I get into something, I get really into something, whether it’s hours of my childhood spent rollerblading around the lakes or watching three seasons of Breaking Bad in two weeks. And I’m bringing the same tenacity to my occupancy of my boyfriend’s house.
Since July, I’ve been collecting paint chips and building up my Pinterest boards with ideas that could transform this starter house... Continue Reading Pour lire cet article en français, voir plus bas
I've had a total of 12 addresses over the past 10 years. Maybe 13... you kind of lose count when you get into double digits. I'm not an outlaw, I've just spent my college and post-grad years in a nomadic haze, with my meager belongings in a constant state of flux between a pilfered grocery store box and an overcrowded closet.
Now I'm staking claim to a plot of land in my hometown,... Continue Reading Pour lire cet article en français, voir plus bas
Earlier this month was Canadian Thanksgiving. And even though I live in the US and I’m as proud as Toby Keith to be an American, I spent some time being thankful. Not only because my coworkers and I took the opportunity to partake in turkey and side dishes and share what we’re most thankful for from Canada (three guesses what I voted for), but because my BFFAEAEAE (best friend forever and ever... Continue Reading Pour lire cet article en français, voir plus bas
There are a lot of places I don’t like. Gas stations, for example. The bathroom at my boyfriend’s house where I once faced down a centipede the size of my hand. The locker room at my gym.
But of all the places in the world, The Present Moment is the hardest one for me to be in. Not because there’s anything wrong with now, but because I’m the kind of woman who practices near-constant mental... Continue Reading