Have Marketing Plan, Will Travel
A Beautful Family
The Facebook De-tagging Break-up
The players: My glamour-puss friends Super Model Chick and her husband, Mr. Successful
Out Past Curfew
My friends and family like to make fun of me because I go to bed early.
Please excuse my procrastination
Dearest Lisa (and both of my other readers. (Hi Mom!)),
I know the email I sent was marked “Really Ultra-High Importance” …
Tree Color
Horse Church
Where Have You Been?
Rock Star!
Someday I’m Gonna Bust Outta Here
Au de Old Palm Beach Ladies
It’s Been A Year
The Circle of Life
The Sound of Two Men Squealing
I’m perched at my desk perusing my electronic calendar…
Where’s the Boeuf?
Did everyone who saw the movie “Julie and Julia” leave the theater and head right to the bookstore?
And Her Hair is Always Poofy
It’s been a week since I wrote a blog post.
Headrest
Swoosh
To The Max
OK Everyone, Hands Inside the Car.
Growing up, I experienced the childhood right-of-passage of having my fingers shut in a car door. More than a few times.
Tourette’s of the Butt
Just Hanging Out
Don’t You Love Weddings?
No Chips for You
Tennis, Nick Lachey and Kate Gosselin
You Dirty Dog
Baby Shower Indignation
Or Why You Can Now Throw Me Under the Bus
Chicago Food Tour
Monday is Skinny Jeans Day Forever
Or why food poisoning + bowling ≠ fun.
Make It Work, People!
Bleach
You think you would know a girl after 10 years. More…
our journey began
We were searching for an answer. I for an understanding of what was happening. He was looking for anything. Because by now I knew he knew next to nothing.
What am I supposed to do with this?
oh SlimPerfect Model Search, pick us, pick us, pleeeze!
A conversation during one of our recent Starbucks summits during which we regularly revise our plan to overtake the blog-o-sphere one post at a time.
Boating fun on the Fourth
I write another blog on a series of of health web sites. Sometimes I do a far better job writing for someone else instead of for myself. So I’m pursuing the edge of laziness by reblogging myself here.
Swirly Cones
Please don’t give me the sad face
I’ve found my inner 13 year-old
Creeps. Me. Out.
The Queen City at its best
Ultra Venti mocha with whip please
If it’s fat, tan it
Your mother always told you to wear sunscreen
Four words that shouldn’t be used together
Really cool bulletin board
Klassy with a ‘K’
