Well, one of the best post-Fifty books I found was Bared to You by Sylvia Day. The only problem is.. it was book one, and I was not emotionally prepared to not have all the answers to this series.
Well, fear not, because the sequel is out TODAY! Finally.
Reflected In You
I’ve cleared my schedule, put clean sheets on the bed, and stocked up on Visine, because mama’s not stopping ’til this book is done.
In honor of that, I wanted to share a music video from one of my dear, dear friends, Jenny Talia. She is a brilliant comedian, midwest transplant, gifted porn song writer, and honestly, anyone who can swear at me with an Australian accent was destined to be my sister-wife.
Check out her Fifty Shades Tribute, and a warning, absolutely nothing about it is safe for work!
I saw this wedding toast video on Facebook. It was so cute. Like, I cried and immediately hated all my friends.
But then, I didn’t really have a lot going on, and the kids were in bed, and I had some wine, and then the next thing I know, I’ve fallen down the rabbit hole into a youtube wedding video shame spiral.
Some of it was ugly. Bad quality. Poor choreography. And I get it, MARRY YOU LIKE ON GLEE OMG YOU GUYS HILARIOUS.
Some of it though, was adorable.
The Best. hands down, I loved this, I watched it ten times which says a lot because sometimes I don’t even remember Justin Bieber actually exists.
I didn’t have a Father-Daughter dance, but if I did, I’d like to think it’d go like this.
I love when a group of dudes that don’t look like they could dance at all, come together, and rock the fuck out of some Thriller.
Is it awkward that the groom is 7 ft tall? Not when he can drop it like it’s hot.
And the guys ALWAYS end up out dancing the girls. Every time.
And sometimes, greatness has absolutely NOTHING to do with the bride & groom.
We danced to Into the Mystic by Van Morrison, choreographed by the two bottles of champagne in the limo, and by limo I mean the back of our friend Mark’s Chrysler 300 because we forgot to book a limo. It was not recorded.
PicMonkey has their new Monster Maker app up online. Having made this discovery, my children have been asking us non-stop to make them “spooky,” “monstery” and “gross” looking.
So, that’s largely been how Andy and I have been forced to spend the last 3 days. We couldn’t be prouder, Halloween is our favorite holiday, and it’s mostly because it’s sweater weather and the kids haven’t figured out they don’t actually have to give us half of their candy as payment for the gas it took to drive them from our rural existence to a populated neighborhood to trick or treat.
Oh also, we saw Hotel Transylvania this weekend, it was hilarious and super good. If you have kids or get off on Adam Sandler movies (like myself), I highly recommend it.
Nothing about this week has been normal. Most days, I feel like Peter Pan; doing everything I can to avoid the messy, emotionally draining issues that come with adulthood. But every once in a while, I’m pulled back down to reality by my pesky shadow to face all the things I like to pass over in favor of matinee movies and popcorn for lunch or hours of practicing our family dance and a cappella routine. A chronically ill kid, parents who are out of work, a bully issue, and OH YEAH, my toilet keeps making this running noise and won’t stop no matter how hard I kick it or jiggle the fucking handle OMG WITH THE RUNNING.
So yeah, I deal with that crap because that’s what being an adult is, and I do really want to deal with it, but it totally stresses me out that I suck at it, because while I thrive on being mediocre at random things, sucking at important things drives me crazy.
So, I’ve been trying hard to fill my day with, like, fun hobbies.
About Last Night, Ruthie Knox: Like, the first chapter sucked and I hated it, but then I ended up totally liking it. It’s got a touch of smut, but, like, they have British accents, and it’s bloody lovely.
I Suck At Girls, Justin Halpern: This is the guy who wrote Shit My Dad Says. While the twitter account was funny, I never read the book, and honesty felt meh about reading this one. Except I’m so glad I did because it was fantastic. Totally hilarious.
The Siren: Tiffany Reisz: Again, smut, but totally well written and really entertaining. It kept me on my toes the whole time, I didn’t know who I wanted to root for, which was a nice change of pace. I devoured it in 24 hours.
I watched movies at 4am:
Beastly: Alright so, in order for your eyes to not roll all the way back into their heads, you have to suspend reality a bit. For example, pretend it’s totally normal LisaGay Hamilton has a Jamaican accent, Neil Patrick Harris is blind and that Mary-Kate Olsen is a brilliant actress. Once you get past that, you’ll see a guy named Alex Pettyfer who I’ve now dubbed my new pick for Christian Grey.
Our Idiot Brother: This movie had Paul Rudd in it. That’s basically all I have to say about that.
Katy Perry: Part of Me: Ok I rented this during a bout of insomnia (Andy was less than thrilled by this purchase), and here’s the thing. I don’t know what happened to me while watching it, but maybe if everyone on in the world would be forced to watch this, I don’t know, war would stop and people would have enough food to eat.
I received such a huge response from the Bullied post, and I wanted to share one of them with you. This video is by Megan Landry, she wrote this song and made this video herself. It’s super powerful, and she’s amazing in every sense of the word.