Pro tip: Never wash a disposable diaper or pull-up.Groan. Bless Red’s heart, he often does the laundry for all of us and this weekend is no exception. Since he just got back from another week at training camp, he had a bag-full and though I had done a mid-week load, I had a handful of… Continue reading Disposed

Pain is beauty, right? I’ve always been a believer in the “no pain, no gain” attitude, so I don’t hesitate to push myself when I’m running to go just a little faster or a little further, and I’m not afraid to spend some time in front of the mirror torturing myself plucking my eyebrows from… Continue reading Pain is Beauty: Tria Beauty Review

Dear pizza delivery guy who rang my doorbell at 9:55pm on a Wednesday, Firstly, I hope you liked my blue snowflake underwear. I was so disoriented by my wake-up that I couldn’t even find clothes. For the record, I thought it was the middle of the night and that there was some kind of emergency. Everyone knows… Continue reading Pizza Delivery

Titles.I kind of hate them. Boyfriend. Girlfriend. They seem so packed, and yet sometimes they just don’t carry the merit which the person holding said title deserves. I had this realization when, mid-conversation, I struggled to decide how to describe Red. Using his name wouldn’t mean anything to the stranger with whom I was speaking.… Continue reading Partners (In Crime?)

Ten. That’s how old I was when I first discovered stretch marks all over my inner thighs. Angry-looking and purple, I didn’t know what they were. I hated them. For years, I refused to wear shorts. Even in the heat of summer, I wore jeans or Capri pants. By the time I was a pre-teen,… Continue reading Painted