Now THIS is how to be a Badass
This is a Guest Post by Elyse Brendlen. I first met Elyse when she was a camper at one of my Life of Yes℠ Sleepaway Camps (LOYSC) Summer 2013. A Read more…
Our fairytale $24K wedding for $11K, er $790, er $265, er $205
UPDATE: for a pictorial take on the day, head here. Our fairytale $24K wedding for $11K, er $790, er $265, er $205 It’s been a week and a half since Read more…
How I went from pig roast at abandoned convent to my wedding
You may notice a HUGE difference in this post than in all previous posts since I started this blog three years ago. I’ve been doing something wrong for basically my whole Read more…
Our Ridiculous Wedding Wish. Please share.
*If you’re viewing this in a reader/have your images turned off, you might want to head to the original post to see the pretty pictures* If you’ve spent any time Read more…
How Charmin toilet paper almost ruined my Christmas/life
Have you ever tried to stop the remnants from an overflowing toilet with your hands? On Christmas Day? At Boyfriend’s parents house? I just returned from my second trip “down Read more…
Pizza en route [shhhh!]
To thank Boyfriend’s parents for hosting us over the holidays, we sent something that each of them mentioned loving multiple times while we were there, a Giordano’s pizza. Of course, Read more…
What do the homes you’ve lived in as an adult say about you?
I recently peeled back how I came to make a new acquaintance, whom I met in blind-date type of situation; that unearthing took me back ten years and brought up Read more…
How I beat my jiggly fat and wound up on a blind date
As I was riding Daisy, my new love, to the Belmont El stop on Saturday, to meet a girl I had “met” just days previous and only “spoken to” via Read more…
Will you elect me Mayor of Chicago?
I may throw my hat into the ring for Mayor of Chicago. I in no way think I’m qualified, nor do I have any interest in being Mayor Hillman. That Read more…
Lessons learned via the key-card
I’ve stayed in two hotels in the past three days and this is what I’ve concluded: When and if I get married, no head table. Or if there is a Read more…