being weird

Tag: being weird

It seemed like a good idea at the time, signing up for this strange creative photo and video scavenger hunt, but that was Before. Before

So the other night, Brian and I were in the grocery store and chatting about something ridiculous. And he set down the shopping basket to

Guys. So far, I haven’t fallen. Let me repeat this: I. Have. Not. Fallen. OK, so there may have been a few near misses…but I

Let me tell you a little story. Sometimes, I just sort of plop down on the floor. Especially if I have been squatting to reach

Let me start by saying this: Anxiety Disorder is a fickle bitch. For me, it’s like I’m a complete contradiction of myself. Take that one

Two years ago, Brian took me out on a date. And so today is our anniversary. (It is also Katie’s birthday–and thanks to this anniversary shenanigans,

I went to the eye doc this week in order to renew my contact prescription (you know, because my the script for my specs is

I know that in yoga, you’re supposed to meditate and find your inner chi or peace or something… Instead, my mind starts to wander and

Brian: I got you something. Me: Oh yeah? Brian: It’s smaller than a bread box. (I look in the bag expecting Peeps or Cadbury Cream

So Brian must really get sick of me asking him…Every single time….if I can write about something that he says. And usually (especially when it’s