I have borderline unruly hair, and I have a lot of it. It's long, wiry, tangled... I also have quite a bit of gray for only being 25. You remember those hairstyle books you used to read as a kid? And they would tell you what hairstyles would work with your hair based on your… Continue reading That’s why my hair is so big… it’s full of [these] secrets!
Hey guys! I’ve been working so much on articles lately that I haven’t even been thinking about writing on here! Sorry! I’m back! 🙂 I’ll try to share them all on here as well. This weekend was a crazy one. I managed to sit down and do some work around 9:00 o’clock Sunday night. Before… Continue reading The first weekend in June.
I do. I believe in ghosts more than I believe in most people. I’ve just always had reason to believe that there is definitely something left behind once our physical bodies have gone. It was instilled in me as a kid, but so was open-mindedness. Believe in the unbelievable. Growing up, my mom would always… Continue reading Do you believe in ghosts?
Maybe we stop trying to read between the lines and figure it all out. Maybe we stop trying to decide if we should trust our instincts. Maybe we stop putting ourselves through the heartache of wondering. Maybe we stop looking for problems, because, at this point, we're creating them. Maybe we just relax. Maybe we enjoy life.… Continue reading Maybe.
I never thought I'd hear myself say that. My company is working with a company called Healthy Wage to host a healthy weight loss challenge. You pay $70.00 and, if you lose 10% of your body weight, you get your money back. I really wanted to join, didn't at all want to pay the $70.00,… Continue reading Sunday’s are for… the gym?
Hey everyone! I just wanted to drop in and write about the charity bike ride I went on today! I have volunteered at the ARL a couple of times, but this time I was an attendee! If you're familiar with the Des Moines area, you probably know the bike trail well. We started at Mad… Continue reading Pedal for Paws
When I first moved in with my boyfriend, I felt like I no longer had a place. I felt like everything in our apartment was his; all I had was a bathroom and my bookshelves. Did I blame him at first? Absolutely. Was it his fault? Absolutely not. He had lived by himself for something… Continue reading Words are pure magic.