acting like a grown-up...

is hard. I make a list of things I need to do for the day and nothing ever gets done. Everyday it gets longer because I have to add the things from the day before that I didn't do. Sometimes I put things on my list that I've already done, just because I like the way it feels to cross it off.

"If it is important to you, you will find a way. If not, you will an excuse."

This is very true, but I've decided to light a fire under my ass and get shit done. Not just the everyday errands and chores, but to get my life together and stop being such an idiot. Its been over a year since I graduated from college and it sucks to not have anything to show for it. Lots of my friends have their life together and are actually living their dreams. I'm living in my parents house, working in a bar, for somebody I can't stand. I"m not asking for a pity party. I know I'm the only reason this is my life, but I wish some people could understand that I do try.



On another note, I got approved for a credit card today. This could be awesome or terrible. What moron thought it would be a good idea for ME to have a credit card? We'll see how this one goes...

is this normal?

I have a wedding folder on my desktop. It has sub-folders for the table settings, dress, bridesmaid's dress, gifts, flowers, locations, color combinations, themes, cakes, invitation designs, etc. Is this embarrassing? Should I keep this to myself? Until recently, I have. I only know a few other people who also have this and they are even more anal about it than I am. People think it's weird. I don't, but it does embarrass me a little because I have no plans on actually getting married in the near future. I mean, I already have the date chosen, so hopefully life just works out perfectly, but today, at this moment, I am not engaged and don't really think I'll be engaged any time soon. Is this normal?

I know what I want. I have a very specific vision in my head. I don't think I should be judged because of that. I watched the Kim Kardashian wedding special and she seemed like a total bitch. Completely materialistic and a little psychotic when things didn't go her way. I don't want to be a bridezilla, but I think people should give brides a break. Girls do dream of this day for most of their lives and if they're smart they have a folder full of ideas and samples on their desktop...Guess I'm just ahead of the curve. Jealous?

Sneek peek for everyone who is wondering...

lady looks like a dude.

I've been thinking about shaved heads a lot lately. Maybe because I watch trashy reality shows (ahem...the real world) or maybe because it is breast cancer awareness month. Sam, the girl on The Real World who I'm referring to is an interesting character. She is a lesbian who considers herself "one of the guys", has a deep voice and a shaved head. At first glance, she really does look like a male, but is so gentle and feminine in her actions and the way she responds to situations. Quite the complex character. Well done, MTV. Anyway, back to her shaved head. It looks awesome. She has a little bit of hair on top that she spikes, naturally. I know I've written about pixie cuts before and truly wonder if I could pull the look off. We'll never know because I don't have the balls to go through with it.

This past Sunday, I watched my sister run the Chicago Marathon. I teared up a few times, watching swarms of people strut their stuff in honor of a loved one, running for a cure, raising money for organizations or just running for themselves. My sister does it to prove to herself and the world that she can. Plus, she enjoys running (freak). While cheering for her on the side of the road, I came across several groups of women with shaved heads who had recently done it during a charity event that's purpose was to raise money for breast cancer research (similar to St. Baldricks, I assume). Some of the women were older and looked as though they could have grandchildren, but I spotted a few young women and I mean young. They couldn't have been more than 17 or 18. I know that's not that much younger than me, but it shocked me because it obviously takes a lot of courage to shave your head at any age, but to be so young and do something so selfless is incredibly powerful.

It was nice to see, but kind of made me feel like shit at the same time. I could never shave my head. No matter what the cause. I'm selfish and I like my hair too much. Does that make me a bad person?

Whoa whoa whoa, Miss Lippy.

I haven't blogged on here since March. Not okay. The reason it is not okay is because I read about 7 other blogs a day and constantly think about this one. Something I've become obsessed with lately is Pintrest.com. Basically people just pin (post) pictures or things that make them happy. It is a huge vision board. There are a bunch of different categories ranging from food and recipes to home decor/DIY projects and photography. Honestly, I could look at it for hours and sometimes I do. It makes me happy and I'm happy to re-pin (repost) the things I find especially cool. The best part is that more often than not you can click on the posts and it will take you to the website or wherever that particular pin came from. I've saved about 300 new things to my bookmarks.

One thing I've seen a few times on Pintrest is a photos of the most beautiful YSL rings like these:

Stunning right? I mean, I need these. I have to have them. They are so unique and intricate and cool and special. I would never be able to afford one for each finger like the girl pictured above, but one is enough to make a statement. And we all know I'm all for making statements.

Amazeballs.

pretending to know about fashion.

I read a blog called fade to black written by a British designer living in New York. Her name is Gemma and I think she has a really cool, modish sense of 70’s style. Something I like to call: hippie-chic. A while ago, she posted about interesting hemlines that have been catching her eye, and as of late, I’ve noticed it as well. In fact, it seems I can’t look around and miss this smart new trend.

**I don’t pretend to be a fashionista and I am in no way a designer, so don’t think that I’m telling you about the new “it” thing, but I do feel I have a knack for style and I’m certainly interested in upcoming trends.

These are all from the current FreePeople catalogue and I like all of them. I love the different textures and layering happening here.

This I stole from The Sartorialist, but again, I’m loving the layers of different skirt/dress combos to create a cool hemline.

Here is another interesting hemline from Balenciaga Resort 2011. Picture c/o vogue.com.au. To me, this looks more like a shirt/skirt combo, with the belt tying the whole thing together, but it is in fact, a dress, whose hemline I love just the same.

Isabeli Fontana at a Michael Kors event. Her hem doesn’t seem to be too out of the box, but different, just the same. And I’m into it.

Supermodel Gisele Bundchen was Emmanuelle Alt’s choice to grace her first cover of Vogue Paris, and I’m loving the sheer doily style dress she is donning with a bit of an interesting hem.

This is from Jonathan Saunders’ Fall 2011 collection and doesn’t have any weird hemlines, but I am obsessed with the pattern. I love the bright, vibrant colors, but think this pattern could stand out in black and white as well. I NEED this blazer. I have to have it. My birthday is coming up (in a few months) and I’ve been on the hunt for something like it (not that I’d ever be able to find it in my price range (a girl can dream)) for weeks now. Also—forget about the pattern for a second (yeah, right) and check out the huge pockets in the blazer. Obsessed.

copy-cat.

I’m irritated today.
I’ve been nerdy and reading a lot of blogs lately. They inspire me and I like it. I’ve noticed that some blogs I’m reading are “inspiring” others as well. Recently, I’ve been noticing similar patterns in the blogs I read, but today I realized that it is blatant copy-catting (real word? Questionable).

Gross. I hate that. Let someone have his or her quirky thing to his or herself. Don’t steal it and show it off as your own.

You’re not that funny or cute or charming. You’re not the one coming up with this original and eccentric thing. It wasn’t your idea; don’t take credit for it.

I buy the idea that imitation is the most sincere form of flattery, but at least give credit where it’s due! There is no shame in telling the world where you got an idea or picture, etc. I mean, how can anyone believe they are a reputable writer, let alone, human being by simply stealing other people’s mannerisms and cheeky phrases?

Anyway…while scoping out pictures of Fashion Week I found this:

It is from Alexander Wang’s Fall 2011 Ready to Wear collection. I thought it looked a bit familiar but couldn’t put my finger on it until yesterday.

Project Runway Season 5 (I believe). In this particular episode, the designers had to use parts from a car to create a piece for the runway. This specific dress was done by a contestant named Blayne and made from seatbelt straps. Does anyone else see the resemblance??

Very interesting.



*all photos c/o google images

tweet, friend, trend.

I spent the night (attempting) to teach my mom about/ how to use Twitter. The best part of this is that I found out she has 7 Twitter accounts. She kept starting new ones because she couldn’t remember her user name/ password and didn’t understand how to use it. Hilarious. The worst part about this is that, well, now she has a Twitter and a vague idea how to use it, meaning I (and others) will get several emails and texts, thinking they were tweets.

Those of you who may be thinking I’m being too hard on dear old mom obviously aren’t Facebook friends with her. My mom thinks her newsfeed is her wall and is always confused. She will respond to or comment on statuses that were written months ago and write completely inappropriate things on your wall. There is a “message” option for a reason, mother.

On one particular occasion, Mike sent me flowers at school just because he’s cute. I wrote a thank you note on his wall and she commented: “Did Mizzou win?” on the post. When no one responded to her, she commented again, “Yes mother, they did!” (What do flowers have to do with the Mizzou game?)

You might be thinking, “come on, that’s not too bad.” But you’d be wrong if you thought I was done. She then made her status “he should have gotten me those flowers for being such a cool mom” because she thought she was writing on my wall. (Also, she isn’t his mom, so why would he get her “cool mom” flowers?)

Another great mishap happened one night of parent’s weekend at Mizzou. After a football game, we headed to a local bar with some friends. There, I put on my mother’s engagement ring (just to show her how it fits me perfectly and it should have my name on it in her will)—(am I a terrible person?). Anyway, while showing it off to my friends, one took a picture and it ended up on Facebook with the caption “Meara’s engaged” underneath it. (Clearly a joke, because I am not, in fact, engaged) My mom was able to see the photo because she is “friends” with both my friend who posted the picture and myself.

A few days later, I got a message from one of my aunts (who I am NOT Facebook friends with or really close to in general,) asking where the “funny engagement picture” was. Apparently, my mom had written to our family (those of whom she is “friends” with), not to be alarmed by the engagement ring picture, because I was not engaged and just trying on her ring for fun.

WHAT!?

When I confronted my mom, she couldn’t understand why I was weirded out. She was also confused on how my extended family couldn’t see my pictures, because she could. After a good half-hour explanation on how neither my friend nor I were “friends” with my family members, thus them not being able to see our pictures, she was still baffled.

This isn’t a one-time occasion, it actually happens all the time. My friends think it’s great and hysterical, but it’s not. I promise.

My sister and I have discussed starting a website entitled “Parents Make the Worst Friends”. It will be similar to “When Parents Text”, but related to Facebook. None of the real nuts or bolts has been worked out, but I think it would really be successful. We can’t be the only children who have Facebook-abusing parents, right?

We should patent it right away. Our only hope is that it continues to happen and she never learns the correct way to use Facebook. Maybe it will extend to Twitter and we could have two websites on our hands. Could be the million-dollar ticket. Thanks mom!

now&then

I think everyone has a movie that they love so much, it actually becomes stressful to watch it with other people.

I'll end up wasting 90 minutes shiftily glancing around to confirm that everyone's laughing at the right parts, then making sure I laugh just a little bit harder (and a millisecond earlier) to prove that I'm still the only one who really, really gets it.

Also, I usually have to say all lines, right before the characters do, just to let everyone know how much I like this movie and that I know what’s going to happen next.

Here’s the kicker. Ask my roommate- she HATES this. I REPEAT the funny parts of a line in a favorite movie or TV show I’ve seen before, just to make sure that the other people in the room, heard it and got the full funny effect.

If anyone else were to do this while I was trying to enjoy a flick, I’m pretty sure I’d punch them in the face because I hate it more than I hate mustard (you have no idea). Needless to say, I’m trying to kick the habit, but it hasn’t come as easily as I would have hoped.

I’m not sure if I’m crazy or just really want the other person to understand the genius of whatever we are watching, but either way, I usually watch movies alone.

second drawer, bedside table.

I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.


This is serious business. A best friend should know all of your secret hiding places in order to destroy any evidence of your “wild times”. Everyone has skeletons in their closet and my worst nightmare is dying and having to have my mom go through my personal belongings and finding pictures of underage drinking or my high school journal. (so embarrassing)

Honestly, I wasn’t a bad kid, but there is a reason you don’t want your parents to go through your stuff. Its not because you want them to “respect your personal space” or “trust you”. You’re obviously hiding something or someone in your closet.

In addition to this plan, I believe whoever knows my secret hiding places should also be trusted with the password to my Facebook and or email, etc. If I die before Facebook is old news and in danger of becoming what my_space seems to be, or something new comes along and sucks me in, I want my account to be deleted immediately, before anyone who I wasn’t friends with, didn’t like, or didn’t really know me, is able to write “sorry I was such a slut in high school, wish we coulda been betta friends, RIP gurl” on my wall. The thought alone makes me cringe.

Just my two cents, I guess. I’ve told some people of this Facebook plan, but they disagree with me. They make the valid point that writing on someone’s wall could be some kind of therapeutic way of saying goodbye, moving on, etc. I understand, but it’s just not my thing and I think anyone who knew me while I was alive would know I wouldn’t want it after I was gone. Hopefully people won’t make it their statuses either. Also something I’m not in to.

Anyone else have a plan like this?

oh... you're right.

Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong.

If you know me at all, you know I’m a weirdo. I like random, unusual facts that I can spew out at a moments notice during conversation. (I even follow OMGFacts on Twitter) Interestingly enough, I remember most things I read and the fact that I can talk about pretty much anything and throw a random fact in makes me happy. Because of this strange skill, many people come to me with bizarre questions and problems, wondering if I know anything that could help lead them to an answer. Usually, I’m pretty on point, if I do say so myself. The issue is this, when I don’t know the answer, sometimes I MAKE IT UP!

Why? I have no idea. I don’t even plan it. It just comes out of my mouth like word vomit. Sometimes I even throw in some fake statistics to make it sound real. If a friend calls my bluff we usually argue about it and how I claim to have “read it somewhere”. The worst part of any moment like this is when they realize I’m wrong about something and they PROVE IT. It is a total ego killer.

I hate being wrong and I will fight to the death about anything I actually believe to be true, but WHY do I feel the need to try to make a case for my side when even I know its wrong?

You know what I hate even more then being wrong? When other people REFUSE to let me be right! It makes me want to pull my hair out. Everyone likes to be right, but now and again, you have to admit defeat.

Sometimes you’re wrong and you have to deal with it. Does anyone know how to do it effectively? Sometimes I mope about it, but that is so gross and petty.

I need professional help.

i said look ma, no hands.

Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.

This is a real problem. This past summer, I had the privilege of living in London and interning for a PR company called Sequel UK. Sequel held all the licensing for GUESS and Gc watches and jewelry. I came to very much appreciate the detail of watches in all their glory. I was lucky enough to receive a beautifully simple, gold, boyfriend style watch as a sort of payment for my work there during the summer months. I love my watch. It is chic and classic and goes with pretty much everything. I can dress it up with bracelets and a cocktail ring for a night on the town or keep is casual with jeans and a cardigan during the day. Either way, it is almost always on my wrist.

Seeing my admiration for this accessory, Mike got me a beautiful chunky, silver version for Christmas this year (I haven’t been able to wear it as much as I would like because it still hasn’t been sized for my 5 year old baby wrists).

Anyway, my point is not only that a watch is a cool addition to any outfit, but they should also be used for their purpose, which is to TELL TIME!

I’ve read a few articles about this subject and the percentages vary, but some say that up to 30% of young adults ages 13-25 can’t read an analog clock (the kind with two hands). This is pretty crazy, if you ask me.

I don’t belong to this percentage, seeing as how I do, in fact, know how to read a clock, but sometimes I will look down at it the exact moment someone else asks me what time it is, and I will say, “I don’t know”. I try to laugh it off, but THEN, this anxiety comes over me and I feel so much pressure to figure out what time it is and sometimes I end up giving up and saying a random time. Does anyone else do that? I think it is totally weird, but I feel like the person is staring me down, waiting for me to respond with a real answer and thinking: this girl is so dumb, she can’t even tell time. I do, I do, I swear!

That’s it, really. Just wanted those of you who I accidentally (on purpose) told the incorrect time, that I actually know how to read a clock, but you scared me and I couldn’t perform under the pressure.

catchin' some zzzs

Newest thought: Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey - but I'd bet my ass everyone can find and push the Snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time every time...

Could not be any more true. Especially in my life. I am the queen of naps and I pride myself on being able to sleep just about anywhere, in any position. Plane, train, automobile, you name it. I also tend to sleep with my eyes a little bit open (just the freak out the roomies) and my mouth wiiiide open (just to annoy them with my mouth breathing). Hey, its not my fault. I have a deviated septum and have broken my nose on more than one occasion (it slants to the left side) so i can't breathe through only my nose. Hence, the fabulous mouth breathing.

Anyway, I've recently discovered that I hit the snooze about 1 second before it goes off. Am I psychic? Or psychotic? I looove sleeping and am very rude and cranky in the morning. Anything for those few extra minutes. I've even tried keeping my alarm away from my bed, forcing me to actually get up and walk across the room to turn it off. Fast forward: doesn't work. I taught myself how to sleep through it and again, annoyed the roomies.

I've always been this way. As long as I can remember, my older siblings would try to wake me up with promises of Saturday morning cartoons and coco puffs, but I honestly didn't care about "The Ashleys" on Recess or the family that adopted 47 children on One World (if you don't understand those references, please leave my blog immediately). I was probably late to school every day of my entire life and I never lived more than a few blocks away. On weekdays, my mom would wake me up and then leave my room to make breakfast or something else, equally as wonderful (my mom's great) and I would jump back into bed and fall back asleep. 30 minutes later, when I should have been completely dressed and ready to go, I would hear her call my name from the bottom of the staircase and ask if I was up. I would give a yell back down, "yeaaa." I thought a few more minutes couldn't hurt so my head hit the pillow once more. Then, the party was over. I would hear my mom's footsteps coming up the stairs and I knew my cover would be blow if I didn't hop out of bed as quickly as possible and run to the bathroom pretending to get ready. She couldn't see me still in my JAMMIES!!

It hasn't been until lately (because I never had an 8am my entire college career (personal accomplishment, if I do say so myself) and my 9ams just weren't that important) that I realize what an issue this is. Wakin' up is hard to do. This ain't my mom's house, this is as real as it gets. I'm going to have a real career. That means a job that I go to everyday, probably at the same time! Hard to imagine, I know, but focus with me here. How am I supposed to make myself get out of bed everyday when it is so warm under the covers but it is -7 degrees outside? That just isn't fair. Life's not fair. Not sure where I'm going with this, but here's my point (I think): I'm really good at hitting the snooze.

More list stuff later.

sure, i'd love to.

I've stumbled upon some hysterical lists on random thoughts that are so relevant. I first read some months ago while reading a sorority sister's blog and kept the list on a sticky note on my desktop. I remember cracking up at every thought, thinking about how relevant they were to my life. Since then, I've read them every so often and find longer, better, funnier (I'm making it a word) versions, so I'm going to post one every once and a while when they pertain to me. I haven't written any of my own (though i'm pretty sure I've thought them once or twice) and take no credit for the absolute genius of them.

My last post stated one of the thoughts: there is a great need for a sarcasm font.
This couldn't be more true. I can't tell you how many times I've texted/IMed/Facebook chatted something sarcastic and ended up hurting someone's feelings because they didn't understand the joke or my tone. So annoying! Not to mention the times I've tried to read into a text from boyfriend to see if "sure, i'd love to" means "suuuure I'd love to" (with an added eye roll) or "SURE! i'd love to". Talk about unnecessary confusion.

So, I'm calling all font designers: figure this one out for me! You'd be doing the future a favor because we all know that technology isn't going anywhere and people have to put on their big girl panties just to make an actual phone call!

Ahhh I have to work at 8am. I need to hit the hay.
xx

nail polish.

My entire life, I've bitten my nails. I know, its disgusting and I've been recently informed that it can give you worms. So glad I'm living with a doctor-to-be. People who aren't nail biters just cannot understand. I am addicted and it is a problem. Trust me, I know that someone with their fingers in their mouth is probably one of the most unattractive things of all time (I've seen it- believe me), but it really is an addiction. I don't WANT stubby short nails that hurt.

As of lately, I've been growing them out. If i paint them constantly, I don't bite them and don't think about them as much. I went about three and a half weeks and was pretty proud of myself. They looked nice and I even treated myself with a new color.

Everything took a turn for the worst one day while mindlessly working at my uber-boring (hopefully temporary) job. I had no idea that I was doing it, but randomly, I notice half of my nails are bitten off. GREAAAAAAAT! (there is a great need for a sarcasm font) I probably have specks of nail polish in my teeth (disgusting). I think to myself: "How could I have just bitten all those nails without even noticing?"

Here comes the really tricky part. How do I NOT bite the rest of the nails I didn't get to before I realized I was being a crazy, self-destructive nail biter? There is no answer to this. Those three and a half weeks were my rehab time and now i've had a little bit of this drug i'm so addicted to and I must have more. There is literally no stopping this.

The rest of my nails are gone. Tonight I gave myself a new little mani and I've begun to start the rehab process all over again. I guess i'm destined to have constantly painted nails for the rest of my life and I think I'm okay with that.

Any other nail biters out there? What do you do to kick the habbit? I've tried almost every trick in the book, but I'm willing to hear some suggestions.

Now, I have out aside some cash and when my nails are long enough, I'll treat myself to a real manicure at a solon. Oh gosh, it has been forever and I deserve to be pampered!

I'll keep you updated
xx

walk walk fashion, baby.

Generally, I only follow a few blogs, but lately, it’s become an obsession. Specifically, I stare in awe at The Sartorialist. If you haven’t looked lately, get your head out of your butt and click here: (http://thesartorialist.blogspot.com/). The photos are always striking and I love the fact that most are of strangers on the street.

I’ve been thinking about my hair a lot lately. I wonder if now is the right time to do something drastic. I constantly think about how rad it would be to chop it all off, but anyone who knows me knows that I have literally cried after every clip job I’ve even received. I say 2 inches and they cut 6. I’ve been through it all. I love long, flowy, hippie like hair and wish I could pull it off with the natural grace of these women:



but I can’t because I have thin, straight, stringy hair and can’t afford a weave now (or probably ever).

On the other hand however, I’ve recently become fascinated by women who have the balls to get a little pixie. I know it’s been “trendy” as of lately in young Hollywood- a la Natalie Portman, Emma Watson, Michelle Williams etc, but it never really made me turn my head until a friend and former London roommate did it spontaneously over the Thanksgiving holiday. It completely changed her look and brought out her facial features.




I HAVE to wonder: could I pull it off? Probably not. I have a long face and I’m pretty sure I’d look like a boy. I wish I could try it anyway, just to see. Maybe a blunt bang? I’ve always thought about that too.

The third look that i've always been jealous of is natural red hair. I've always felt a little jipped by my genes. I am Irish after all! I wish there was a way to get this whimsical look from a bottle, but in my opinion, fake red heads are no comparison to the real thing. See for yourself:





To be totally honest, I’m going to keep my current style and probably grow it out again, only to get a slight cut and cry. Not sure who I’m trying to kid...

Oh well, I can always dream.
xx

the clanking of crystal.

So this is the New Year... and I don't feel any different.

Just kidding! I'm a big kid now! Not sure exactly how I thought my graduation day would feel, but I can tell you that I was under whelmed by the moment I turned my tassel. With no job and no real prospects in my immediate future, I don't feel I have much to look forward to. Not to be a Debbie Downer, but I'm broke as a joke and need to get my shit together (pardon my French).

On the upside, I looked so cute in my cap and gown!

I am trying, I promise. I want a job very badly. Currently, I'm working at my alma mater’s bookstore as –get this- a GREETER. For $8 an hour, I stand and greet students, faculty and community members good day and adieu. It isn’t glamorous, but hopefully I’ll be able to pay the bills. If not, it’s back to the Chi for this little graduate. Not having a car in Columbia makes it very hard to get a job here. Trust me- I applied everywhere all of last semester with no luck at all.

I’ve been constantly trying to update my resume and my website (which I’m still not really happy with). I want to put my best foot forward for all my potential future employers but I feel a little jilted right now. I’m not feeling particularly inspired to do any of my own work and that’s just no good.

Now that I’m back in Columbia, I’m hoping to just have a little “down /me-time” to get it done. Most of my friends are entering their final semester and I can’t lie and say I’m not jealous of them. As much as I do want to enter the work force and start the next chapter in my life –I’m hitting myself right now for that cliché- I really question whether I’m mentally ready to leave the Como bubble.

I wonder if I’m giving up the most important things in my life to hang out in my college town with my friends.
-– Here come my 2011 resolutions:

1.) GET A JOB: It doesn’t have to be “my dream job” but I wouldn’t be opposed to it. Just something that I’m happy with and can see myself having fun in for a while. Ideally, said job would have benefits because I haven’t been to the dentist in quite some time…
2.) Be a better friend/ girlfriend: If and when I move out of the college bubble, I need to make sure that I’m in constant contact with my sassies and not just talk to them through facebook. With that, while I’m still in Columbia, I need to be a better gf and an equal partner in our relationship.
3.) Write AND SEND cards: I stole this one from a real and pretend sissy, but it is a tough one. I like getting cards so I need to keep up on sending them. I always think about it but actually getting it done is a different story.
4.) Be a good mom: I love my little baby boy (Bear- the dog) and I’m a super proud momma, but I haven’t been pulling my weight in that department either. So I need to be an active participant in the little bub’s life. Also, the next large purchase I make MUST be getting his little cojones chopped off.
5.) Update more often: That one is pretty clear.

That seems to be it for right now but I’m sure I’ll be back soon.
xx