I am not a fashion forward person. I don't have a ton of shoes. In fact, I have three pairs of shoes: black flats, white sneakers, and red flats. The boots I've been wearing ate actually my fifteen year old's. I don't carry a purse. I have a bag my mom gave me. It's from... Continue Reading →
What I Wore (ootd) series
Build your Disney Bounding Wardrobe This looks like a pile of clothes. But, what if I told you this is my wardrobe for the Week and 5 different Disney characters are represented here? This is Cinderella. Not the princess who went to the ball. This is Cinderella before the Fairy Godmother visited her. Blue shirt.... Continue Reading →
Monday Got Me Feeling Goofy
Feeling a little Goofy today. I hear you asking why. I hear you complaining about Monday and work and everything else that's wrong in your world. And that's why I'm Goofy today. Because, yes, it's Monday. New day, new week, new start. Because, yes, I have to go to work. I love my job. I... Continue Reading →
Disney Bounding as Sadness
Sometimes, life requires a little sadness. Not every day is joy and kittens and rainbows. Sometimes, you have to let the tears fall. And, that's ok. It's ok to not be ok. What's not ok is not letting yourself feel those feelings. They are a part of you. They are what makes you You. So,... Continue Reading →
Disney Bounding as Dumbo
Some days, you have to use what makes you weird to make you awesome. Those things you used to trip over are going to help you fly. So, use your Universe given gifts to soar above the crowd.
Disney Bounding as Gaston
I'm feeling roughly the size of a barge. And with me breaking out my shorts yesterday I realized every last inch of me's covered with hair. So why not bound as G A S T E? G A S T O...oh.
Sacrificing Mom
There is so much that I wish for. It’s hard admitting that because as humans, moms in particular, are trained to believe wanting things is greedy and selfish. We’re taught to take care of everyone else before us. I’ve even seen infographics on Facebook that put women/wives/moms last in a hierarchy. God then husband then... Continue Reading →
Tales of an Introvert: Going Back to Work
I am in the middle of a panic attack right now. Why? Because I start a new job tomorrow. A job that is not child care related. A job that requires a certain level of dress. A job that requires me to talk on the phone to angry strangers. What the hell was I thinking?... Continue Reading →
Confessions of A Style Challenged Mom
Seriously? I’m sitting here looking at a blank page trying to coax some form of a cogent idea from the dark recesses of my brain. Crickets. Ok. Brain meet Pinterest. Pinterest has tons of ideas. Let’s look up blog ideas. Yeah, that’s smart. So, today is June 10th and this says I should blog about... Continue Reading →
The Glorious Train Wreck Mom 