Right now, an American couple is walking down a cobblestone alley in Rome trying to find their hotel. The sky is clear and the air is crisp. The husband is confidently walking closer and closer towards the Colosseum attempting to locate their hotel. He doesn’t want his wife to know that he doesn’t know where he is going. She knows, buddy. She knows. She doesn’t care though, because they’re in Rome…and BAM! There is the Colosseum, a structure she has only seen in movies and pictures. I know this is happening right now because it is a beautiful cycle the Romans know too well-and it was us about a week and a half ago. I wonder how often Romans get a “Scusa, do you know how to get to…”. Daily? At least weekly I am sure of it. We were so grateful for all the kindness of the Italian people. Not one of them ignored us or turned us away. Somehow, the couple always finds their way back to the hotel. Continue reading
And by bitches, I mean incredibly aggressive Pitbulls and their drunkenly idiotic owners who allow their dog to drag them all over the beach and attempt to eat small, innocent terrier puppies-but we’ll get to that later. Last weekend, I went to the beach with four of my closest friends. This is our second annual chill trip. There are certain requirements to attend this special event. You must be incredibly passionate about three things: Eating, laughing, and doing absolutely nothing. Oh my gosh, ya’ll. I am SO good at doing nothing. Continue reading
Ah! This is my first guest blog post! My friend, Kelly Love, suggested I write about the Mommy Boards on Facebook, but I don’t really have experience with them. I usually just ask Kelly or my other friends for “Momvice”. So, Kelly decided to write the damned thing herself. Here it goes:
If you’re a mom these days, chances are you may have joined a mom’s group on facebook. They’re a great resource for new moms who are freaking out about every little thing, if you’re trying to get rid of stuff in the basement, and for advice on illnesses, behaviors, handling in-laws, et cetera. Let’s be real here, the mom group is kind of a God send for everyone, since posts can ask questions about poop, rashes, and other gory kid stuff, and spare the hungover-facebook-friend-from-college from wretching up their 3am Taco Bell, because it’s no longer on their news feed. (I miss you, by the way, friend.) Continue reading
Every once in a while, I’ll have a random flashback to my childhood and go, “What the hell were we THINKING?!” Especially now, when watching Jack play I like to reminisce of what pretend-time was for me. I even remember my best friend Sarah and I discussing as children when we didn’t have fun pretending anymore. It was almost as depressing as finding out “you know who” is really your parents. We just couldn’t do it. It wasn’t the same. I wonder if other kids reached an age where they recognized that their imaginations couldn’t entertain them as well as they used to. Looking back, some of the things we did for fun was either physically dangerous or psychologically messed up. It makes me wonder if our parents ever had any idea what the hell we were up to. Here’s what I mean: Continue reading
It was my first job ever. I didn’t even apply for it. A few days before my first day of high school, I was informed of my new position at Eldercare Pharmacy. I was to work there after school until 5:30pm. I was excited. I’m not sure why. We hadn’t even discussed that I would get a job in high school. I guess my parents just thought I should. Alright, then.
As usual, I hadn’t eaten a thing. I never woke up in time to eat anything, and I refused to eat the nastiness they served for lunch at school. No, not even the rubbery pizza with plastic cheese could tempt my palate. Someone once pointed out to me that I could pack a lunch. What? Like, plan ahead? When? The night before? Are you kidding me? Nope. Another option would have been bringing money to school for the vending machine, but I didn’t have a job, yet, so…. Continue reading