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As you know, I can fall a tad on the confident side. I think I know how to handle my business best by myself – from planning a wedding to planning an Emmy Awards outfit. Sometimes I do (see wedding) and sometimes I don’t (see Emmys, though to be clear it was the shopping not ultimately deciding that was complete and utter crazy town). Our …
See all the looks! God bless the people over at Jezebel for this piece of Internet gold, specifically writer Lindy West who, based on this article, receives immediate honorary admission into the Rosen family (don’t accept Lindy; we’re a real handful). I love Troop Beverly Hills, written by three. genius. ladies. to the degree that I still sing “Cookie Time” in its entirety every time …
I’m excited! Everyone else is on the phone. There are two ways that you can get yourself to the Emmy Awards. You can be nominated, you can be invited or you can be married to someone who is either of the two. You could also be the mother/brother/daughter/friend of someone nominated or invited but I went the marriage route, and it’s really paying off. Two …
Ah the Internet… What would we do without you? Certainly not know which Disney Princess, city, Taylor Swift song or Friday Night Lights character we are, and, apparently, whether or not we’re modern women! Considering I am a woman alive right now and not spending my days churning butter, I thought I’d put myself to this very important HuffPost test. It’s times like these that …
From this Hump Day forward I’ll be kicking off the worst day of the week by sharing a little something I’m liking as of late. Today it’s Megan Trainor’s “All About That Bass.” I know some people are pissed that she says “skinny bitches” (which she does) and others think she’s supporting unhealthy eating (which she isn’t) but I love this dumb little tune, I …
image source I cry when I’m on an airplane. It doesn’t happen every time. It never happens on a red eye, for example, when every opportunity for miserable, uncomfortable sleep must be fully maximized. It doesn’t happen when I’m flying with other people, unless they’re fully asleep or deep in the action movie they can finally watch now that I don’t have movie theater veto …
Image source, the incredible Gail Bushman with the theydrawmap.com people! “I couldn’t tell if you were in Santa Fe, the Ozarks, or the ’70s!” one friend said in response to my string of live #bdadventure photos. The answer is E. none of the above. I was trolling around Topanga Canyon right here in LA. Every year I celebrate surviving another 365 with a solo day …
I lost yet another hero yesterday. Robin Williams was responsible for 90% of the belly laughing I did as a child, and the other 10% just goes to my dad doing Mrs. Doubtfire impressions. My two favorite movies in the world are Good Will Hunting and Hook. I could quote you all of Mrs. Doubtfire right now, and yes I am including the part in …
wildly bummed that I’m not wearing that dress tonight… Today is my birthday and the seventh time I’ve written a post on this blog about that fact. That’s seven years of trying to find something meaningful and wise to say after another 365 days of life. A few days before my birthday, I always re-read every post from age 25 until today. I like to …
Don’t ever say the following to your husband of ten days as you stand inside the walk-in closet you painstakingly cleaned for five hours: Wow. I have so many clothes. I could go months without shopping. Because then he’ll say this: Yeah right. And you’ll say: No really! I can, and I will. And then he’ll say: Prove it. And then you’ll say: FINE! And …