My 4 year old dog and I had our first real fight last night. You know what they say about not going to bed angry? Well I guess it’s true because I barely slept. I got in a fight with my dog and lost sleep over it. I even tried to make amends this [...]
I want to make sure that I don't discount my goal for February. The act of minimizing has been a welcomed, refreshing and empowering change. With that said, everything that has come along with it has subsequently been a significant challenge. I've already made one trip to donate 7 bags of clothes and accessories I no longer need, and yet there is so much more stuff mocking me with its presence that I haven't gotten around to. I keep looking at all of the overpriced books I was required to purchase in college and have truly gone through it with them. Do they stay or do they go? For 98% of the last month, they were a definite go. But today, I looked at them again and they looked at me and somehow managed to convince me they belong on my shelf collecting dust for a bit longer before I get fed up with them again and cut the BFA umbilical cord. Soon.
#9. I’m midwestern AF. I grew up in St. Louis, went to highschool and college in Minnesota and moved to Chicago 4 years ago. My favorite pastime is eating. Ranch dressing is my ketchup. I apologize for everything. I wait in line just like I’m supposed to and am polite to strangers. I have a real weakness for cookies and bars, hotdish, and pretty much anything on a stick, but even so, don’t have the capacity to commit the midwestern cardinal sin - I will never take the last serving.
This year, Todd and I have acquired quite the collection of wedding invitations. I am not saying this to brag about how cool and popular we are because that's a given, I'm merely making an observation. One that confirms that getting older requires a lot more responsibility and holy shit, weddings are expensive.