On the first day of every new year, I write out a list of goals on the front page of my journal. I always attempt to hit a multitude of topics and try to not make the goal too general, like “be happy” or “cook more.” In 2011, I decided I needed to learn a craft and chose to be a balloon artist. You can read all about that adventure
I understand that crazy people guarantee drama. Of course that makes for excellent television. But I also appreciate the fact that when a gorgeous girl with unnecessary Botox has three relatively normal, non-girly tank top wearing guys from which to choose as her future husband and father to her kid, that makes for some butt-clenching moments as well. There were six of us watching the final scene unfold last night:
The recap will be up as soon as I figure out what to wear with my new, over-sized silver sequin mermaid skirt. After all, I have to look my best when stalking certain recently available Dallas residents. Feel free to check out the mini recap over at Huffington Post in the meantime by clicking HERE!
Remember back when it wasn’t triple digit weather and I asked y’all if you would suggest some summer reading material for my night stand and you delivered with recommendation upon recommendation of your favorite classics, beach reads and “I’m using a pseudo name because I’m embarrassed to admit that I actually purchased this ridiculous piece of literature?” (CLICK HERE) Well, I’ve finally made a list that combines each recommendation (by
