Tag Archives: growing up

What’s My Age Again?

I know that I’m aging. I can see it in my face, hear it in my voice… hell, I can feel it. As much as I’d like to maintain a dreamworld where I never ever turn 30, it’s not possible. … Continue reading

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I wanna stand with you on a mountain and dance with you in a gym.

Remember the awkwardness of high school dances? Not knowing if anyone would ask you to dance or, the almost worse alternative, dealing with all of your friends shoving you towards whoever you were dating at the time while giggling maniacally. … Continue reading

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Oh, you’re not fancy, huh.

I’m fairly low-maintenance. I drink cheap beer from the can, love a good Pauly Shore flick and my wardrobe contains mostly men’s tank tops and roughed up jeans. I’m a simple girl…woman? Chick? I don’t know. The honourable Britney Spears … Continue reading

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Let’s get it on. I mean real. Let’s get real.

I know a lot of people think that married-mom-life has robbed me of my freedom. Hell, I spend a lot of time thinking exactly that. Grabbing a coffee and reading a book for two hours would be luxurious. Unfortunately, my … Continue reading

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