I have a love/hate relationship with boxing. I love that it is exhausting. I love that it is a mental game. I love that it is constant offense and defense. I love that it is always different. I just hate hitting people. Don’t get me wrong, I love hitting things; focus mitts, speed bags, and…
“One day can change your life. One day can ruin your life. All life is is three or four big days that change everything.” – Riding in Cars with Boys I remember when everything changed. At seven years old, I woke up one morning and bustled down the stairs. Eager to start the day and…
Wedding sundries are packed away. Thank You cards are sent. You figured out what that light switch finally does. Life returns to a new normal. “Thinking of buying a house?” “When are you having kids?” “Going to get a new car?” What? I just had some pretty good sized life changes. Secured a husband. Moved…
I hate dresses. I’ll just start out with that. I’ll even repeat it for emphasis. I. Hate. Dresses. They are uncomfortable. They are restrictive in movement. They are overpriced. Almost all lack pockets. They are just… the worst. When the time came for the fella and I to start discussing the wedding wardrobe, I ranted…
We decided to forgo sending out “Save the Date” cards to friends and family. Not to be non-conformists or to knockout another tradition – we simply didn’t want the added stress. I had a string of family emergencies that demanded my time and my (then) fiancé pointed out the fact that it would be faster…
I didn’t want one. I’ll just get that out there at the start. I was adamant. No ring. Nope! Especially a diamond ring. It just isn’t my style. I was firm in my opinion. I got a ring. Hypocrite! I know. I know. I didn’t want an engagement ring for a host of reasons: I…