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Fabu Fashion Friday. (Flashback)
We haven't discussed fashion-y stuff in a while, have we? So I wore the following dress earlier in the week to the OK Corral--hence the flashback--and I wanted to share because I love everything about this dress. A few things: pardon the view of le toilette. Such are the risks of bathroom selfies. Secondly, I am …
Choose Beautiful.
Every day I go through the average door. But yesterday was a unique day. So I chose to go through the beautiful one. Therein lies the power of Dove's new inspirational ad campaign. (They've been quietly setting a new precedent when it comes to ads about beauty and women, Dove. I love it and I don't think …
Honesty.
You've read about my goal to improve my lifestyle. (Here, here, and here.) This afternoon, while the snow falls down yet again in Somewheres, VA, I'm sitting on the couch and reflecting about said goals. Quite simply, I can honestly say that this lifestyle change process has been the most honest I've been with myself. What …
About your Author. (Again? For real?)
Why, oh why, are we doing this again? Oh, you're in rare form today, huh? Have you been living under a rock? It's cold. You can imagine what living in the frozen tundra does to a girl's mood. Hey, I'm cold, too. But I felt like it was time for another chat. Totally disagree. Yeah, …
speaks for itself.
to all the boys i’ve “loved” before…
There was the very first guy, *Darrell Henson, whose uncanny resemblance to Michael Jackson meant that I was instantly in love. That was in the 5th grade. We, of course, need to mention Steven Morgan, whose hazel eyes and 6th grade charm meant that I was quickly under his spell. Even when he fell in …
The Unholy Hour. (Or, the Gym Diaries)
Hi. And ouch. But a good ouch. So for the past few days, I've been waking up at 5AMÂ to go to the gym before reporting to the OK Corral. Yep, you read that right. Since you're getting to know me here on TSP, let me educate you on a few things about me: 1. I …
The Unibrow.
When I was 15 years old, my love of words helped me to decipher an interesting conversation going on around me. Picture it, 1994, a suburban high school: a 15 year-old sophomore is sitting in her Sports and Entertaining Marketing Class. She is sitting quietly, which is how she is able to hear the following, paraphrased conversation: …
This Square Peg and the Hamburglar.
Of the many, many nicknames my bestie has for me, there's a particular one that pretty much speaks for itself: The Hamburglar. Do you remember The Hamburglar from McDonald's of old? The petty thief who liked to filch people's burgers? Of course, I wasn't going around stealing people's food (I mean, not all the time, …
This Square Peg. 