The other day, as I was scrolling through Facebook, I saw a picture of a friend’s daughter that she had posted on her page. Her daughter is maybe three, at most. She’s a super cute little girl with bright blue eyes and her hair in a little ponytail on the top of her head. This isn’t anything unusual to see in my newsfeed. I would say the majority of my friends, especially those with whom I am acquainted on Facebook, have children. Some are older and in high school or college, some are newborns. What caught my attention and really bothered me was the comment made by another mutual Facebook friend. Continue reading “Absolutely Disgusting”
Two of my absolute best friends in the entire world became moms for the first time ever this year. One had a boy and the other a girl. One had been trying for a long time and the other got pregnant pretty quickly after deciding with her husband that it’s what they both wanted. Both women are married and both pregnancies were planned. I say this, because we have officially reached the age where our friends are getting pregnant on purpose. We are officially getting old.
Hey, guess what? I love a good Starbucks latte. I also love me some rum and Coke. I love watching rom coms like You’ve Got Mail and silly movies like Mean Girls, but I also love a solid action movie, even if the storyline kind of sucks. I can change a tire if I need to, but I’d rather just call roadside assistance. And I have a burning passion for avocado and a budding love for sriracha.
Why? Why am I telling you this? What does it have to do with anything? Continue reading “Yes, I AM Like Other Girls”