
I know. That title is terrible. But this ice cream cake? SO. NOT. TERRIBLE. So last week, Brian sent me an animated gif with ice cream sandwiches becoming a cake. With Brian’s birthday this past Saturday, and the fact that

I don’t always eat McDonald’s, but when I do, it’s from September through March. When they have a sweet promotion. Or when I’m hungover. No, for serious, I am a marketing professional’s wet dream. McDonald’s-which I typically hold great disdain

I seriously had the best day ever. So I’m not sure if you remember that one time I walked head first into a pole because I was busy excitedly Skyping my co-workers? (If you haven’t read that, you probably should.

Last week, Brian and I trekked up to Wisconsin for a funeral. It was there that we celebrated the life of his aunt, and I met the rest of the fam. Of course, just because it was a somber trip,

Pinterest for wedding planning is getting out of control. It’s all DIY this and DIY that. And FML this and FML that. Come up with the perfect save the dates! Design the most creative invitations! Your wedding favors: handled! These

Man. Our wedding…where to go from cheese? I guess I’ll start by explaining the bridal party. Because that shit got out of control real fast. And I wouldn’t have had it any other way. So it all started with the

When I was a little girl, one of my mom’s best friends got married. Her wedding was the first big wedding I had ever been to, and the only one I recall from my childhood. I remember hunting down the

One month from today, I’ll be waking up next to Brian (um, yes. He’s not allowed to abandon me the night before our wedding, despite the fact that the world thinks he shouldn’t see me before our wedding. And despite

Brian and I are getting married on September 16. For those of you not interested in mathing that out, it’s approximately 4.5 months (or exactly 142 days) from today. We had our engagement photos last weekend, and they were ridiculous,

It’s been a little over two months since Brian and I got engaged. We (and by we, let’s be honest here, I mostly mean me) are deep in the throws of the planning. Since Brian has been telling me we

If you’ve been here for a while, you probably already know that I typically don’t subscribe to this whole New Year’s resolution, “new year, new me” bullshit. Hell, I get mad when people talk about what a shit year the

I’ve been thinking about self-care a lot lately. I haven’t been taking proper care of myself. Brian likes to joke that he feels responsible for making sure I’m well cared for, and I joke that it’s because my parents gave

I’ve always loved September. When I was younger, it was because it signified the start of school. It launched football season for the lifelong cheerleader in me. As a youth cheerleader, it was also the kickoff of competition season. September

I removed the scale from my bedroom this week. There’s nothing helpful or healing to weighing myself every day, sometimes multiple times a day. It creates an obsession with arbitrary numbers instead of an understanding of how I feel, emotionally