It’s October 3rd, and you guys… it’s chilly. It’s foggy in the mornings and getting dark earlier and earlier, and my body is finally at operating level: PRAISE JESUS.
What goes better with a new hilarious fashion memoir than another Curvy Girl Makeover! *throws confetti in the air*
You know how Facebook does that creepy thing where it loads your sidebar with ads that appeal to you based on your browsing history?
Every March I headed outside in a brand new bathing suit so Andy could quickly snap a photo of me in the frigid wind, my feet burning on the frozen ground, my pale skin all prickled and bumpy; all in the name of swimsuit confidence.
It’s finally fall…ish, and that means jeans!
“Complete honesty?” Andy asked, smooshed beside me in the closet. “Yup.” “I can’t wait until the whole diaper bottom thing is done.”
My waist cincher is making me a monster. Let me start this post by saying there are very few things I won’t try when offered or dared. Like if you take a sip of soda and it tastes weird, so you’re all, “I think the soda machine is out this tastes gross.” I will then […]
And now if you direct your attention to the center of the show ring, I’d like to present the sporting group.
I have gained probably 30 pounds since the very first time I wore a bikini on the internet 3 years ago. Writing a book can do that to you… I keep telling myself. You would think that would mean it’d be even harder to find one that I love and felt comfortable in… but the opposite […]
I’ve been married to Andy for 10 years. If there is anything I learned from last year, our anniversaries come and go here with little pomp and circumstance. And we like it that way, because we’re tired and always forget to grab cheesy cards from the grocery store the night before.