Genetics. Sometimes it works in your favor. Sometimes it does not. My legs: A positive result of strong genes and good gams on both sides. My nose: A fluke. My boobs: Well. My boobs…. When I started this blog, (and it had a different name), I shared the story about how at an early age, I saw my Great Grandmother getting dressed and putting on a bra (a “brassiere” she called it) over some sort of medieval looking Spanx getup (It was the late 70’s… which meant her undergarments were from the late ’50’s). Long story short, I remember watching her with wonderment– How is it possible for boobs to fall ...Read More
When’s the last time you looked in the mirror, and saw those dark circles under your eyes as a status symbol– a beautiful indication of the hours you put into your family and life, instead of a sign of exhaustion and stress? Or when’s the last time you looked down at your breasts (literally DOWN at your breasts, as they now fall below the equator) and considered their (dis)placement as a rite of passage, instead of “the shitty thing about breastfeeding?” OR when’s the last time you looked at your ass in your not skinny jeans but alllmost 2 sizes CLOSER to the skinny jeans, and thought it looked perfectly ...Read More
Last year, during my SAHM stint, I accidentally dropped my blackberry in the toilet. Twice. The first time it happened because I had my phone wedged in to the back pocket of my Rock & Republic Jeans and when I went to pull down my pants to go to the bathroom, my phone fell right in to the bowl. Awesome. The second time, I honestly have no idea what happened. I think it just fell out of my hand and in to the toilet. This time, the water was not clean.  Both scenarios sucked and of course ended up with me at the Verizon store begging and pleading with the mildly ...Read More
The other night,  as I was feeding the baby, T-Ko was rifling through the mail and declared, “I’m over Victoria Secret.” “Huh?” I looked up. He holds up a Nordstrom lingerie catalogue. “Victoria Secret. It sucks. This. THIS is hot.” T-Ko points to one of the pages, “Dude. Look at this. Isn’t this hot?”  I nod and wait for his next inevitable statement: “You should wear this.” Sure. But if you think that’s hot, may I also introduce you to stores called Saks, Neiman’s, and Barneys… Later in the evening, as we were brushing our teeth, T-Ko tells me he saw one of our doctors, who is sort of a Hollywood/shmoozer type, at the mall.  “… And I see him ...Read More