You know you're a Diva when...

- you're filling out paperwork for insurance changes and have to ask a co-worker for a pen because the only one you have is pink.
- you go camping but stay in a hotel instead
- multiple friends mothers have commented on your extensive shoe collection. And they've never even seen your closet
- you buy a new lipstick because none of the other 6 shades in your purse match your eyeliner and clutch
- you own a scarf in just about every color of the rainbow. And also own skinny jeans in just as many colors
- you hire a maid to clean your apartment (it's already immaculate) because you're really sick of doing dishes

What I am thankful for

It's rare that I take a serious approach to my blogs, so enjoy this epic occasion.

I have taken note of those of you mentioning what they are thankful for this month, so I want to share everything I am thankful for.

My family - all of you very special people I don't thank enough. Mom, Dad - you brought me into this world, thank you for creating such a unique and fabulous first daughter! Brad, the older brother who was such a big part of my up-bringing. Thanks for being there when I needed you. Brett, the younger brother I look up to (literally and figuratively) you are awesome and I am so proud of you. Breanne, you are an absolutely amazing young woman. I am so blessed and I do not thank you enough for being the person I share everything with - whether it's a laughing fit or sharing a sob story. Mo Mo, Robin, Willie, Sarah, Carrie, Chris, Sean, Claire, Geri, Dennis, Mike, Linda, Lori, Grandpa Syl, Chrissy, Brooke, Adam, Nicole, Nick - and those that aren't with us any longer.

My friends - each and every one of you are so fabulous. I appreciate the relationship I have with each one of you, and I can't imagine my life without you in it. Ashley, Suzanne, Jill, Kelly, Steph, Karmen, Linsey, Michele, Lisa, Megan, Katie, Amy, Jessi, Amanda, Pam, Becki, Sheri this list could keep going... I love you all!

Employment - I am so thankful to be employed, and that I love my job. Not many people can say that. I have some of the greatest co workers and leaders. They work hard, they play hard and I appreciate that.

My past - I don't regret many choices I've made. It's helped me figure out the person I am today. Living in the past won't get you anywhere and my future is looking better every single day! I have the ability and freedom to create something really special.

I am also thankful for many other things... I will continue the thankfulness on Thanksgiving day. I am so blessed.

Continuing my thankfulness in this blog instead of starting a new one. :)

My health - I am very lucky in this aspect. I can go to the gym and work out whenever I want to. I can head out for a run when the weather permits. I feel good every day, I take care of myself. I am lucky to have not endured any rough patches due to having MS, my medication has kept attacks at bay.

Laughing - I laugh. A lot. Sometimes at myself, sometimes at a funny joke, sometimes because Will Ferrell makes me. I think it burn calories, so I am ready to laugh a lot today after eating my weight in food! I am thankful for everything that makes me giggle, chuckle, laugh, get hysterical.

Did I mention my family and friends? I am truly a blessed person. I hope everyone has a fantastic Thanksgiving! Be thankful for everything you have, make sure to tell the people you love how much they mean to you today! Well, tell them every day, but especially today.

Just one drink

My friend Suzanne and I have a really terrible habit. It's a Friday night. Or Saturday. Or which ever night of the week we can go out for a drink and be social. These conversations go a little something like this:

Bridget: Hey girl, what's going on?!

Suzanne: Oh nothing, what's up with you?

B: Well, I mean since we are so fabulous, I'd like to reward our fabulousity with a drink. But, just one - I don't want to get crazy.

S: Yeah I agree let's not get crazy but I think a drink is in order.

B: Sweet, let me change out of my PJ's and slippers and I'll meet you in like, 20.

S: Perf. See you soon!

B: Adios, hot stuff!

And then we meet up, have one drink. But somehow one turns into two, three, four, and before you know it I'm incapable of driving home and find myself in the back seat of a cab on my way home or something.

Just one drink. Famous last words. But sometimes you just gotta go with it.

The beginning

Lights blind, the music is so loud you can't even hear your own thoughts. Your body knows only to shake its hips and move its arms and feet to the sound of the beat. It's hot... Beads of sweat drip down you face, arms, breasts. Your skirt and tank top feel like an added 10 pounds. Looking around, there is only a wave of people moving in the same fashion. Noticing the dryness in your throat, you realize a drink is necessary. Quickly scanning the bar for an open spot, you lock eyes with someone who sends a jolt of electricity straight to your core. Immediate attraction... It's a battle to make your way through sweaty bodies and interlocking lips, finally meeting face to face. Once in the presence of each other it's like something has been roused... Something that's been asleep for months. Lips tremble, deep down nerves come to life. This feeling has been dormant for so long the reaction is unknown... This feeling is only beginning.

The Holiday bug has bitten

The urge to listen to Michael Buble's Christmas album came on swiftly this evening. Brought up Spotify and quickly flipped to my favorite song "Cold December Night". There is something about this album that gets me excited for the holidays - being around family and close friends, eating amazing meals, watching the snow fall, sipping an Irish Coffee (adult version of hot chocolate).

My Christmas tree and stocking will be up in the next few weeks, Christmas candles and decor out in my apartment for the season. I can't wait for the holidays this year - I have a hunch it's going to be the best Christmas yet!

Susie-home-maker syndrome

In the last 12 months, I've had some alarming opinion and thought process changes. I'll be honest, I have shocked many of my friends and family members with the changes. I have even shocked myself - literal dropped jaw after some of these revelations. I guess it's part of growing up.

One thing I have recently noticed is my seriously crazy need to cook, bake, clean, host, ensure proper ambiance using the correct holiday decor (flowers, decorations, snacks...) which I refer to as Susie-home-maker syndrome. Like all the rest of you do, so clearly not creative but fitting.

On a typical Sunday, you'll find me hovering in the kitchen doing a number of things.

• Making dinner that will last me all week. This involves my crock pot or a large saucepan full of soup/stew/pasta/etc.
• Making breakfast to last me all week. Baked oatmeal/cinnamon rolls/veggie egg bake
• Washing dishes
• Cleaning out the fridge of anything that's not edible

I also take time to meal plan for the next week, do laundry, figure out my next piece of wall art, paint my nails, devise a plan to save the world and watch a rom-com to end the evening.

I need to fetch my baked oatmeal - peace out homies and enjoy the week. xoxo -B (aka Superwoman)

Like a calico cat

Whenever I go through life changes, I tend to change the color of my hair as well. I have been all over the hair color spectrum - from very very blond to black, and every color in between. I am a natural blond, and for a while was using box hair dye to transform my beautiful blond locks into dark, super edgy black strands. I was going through a phase in which I thought I was really cool... aka punk/emo/weird.

Getting my blond hair back from this terrible life choice was no easy feat. The initial bleaching was awful... I looked in the mirror and freaked out. My hair literally looked like a calico cat. I remember because I told my stylist Michele "My hair is awful... I look like a freaking calico cat!"... or something along those lines. She was able to fix the terrible copper/orange color and bring me back to my roots, literally.

I went to Michele for a visit yesterday, needed a pop of color in my life. During my transformation, I learned some new things about my dear friend and hair stylist. Apparently... she has not always had the best hair ever. She once had a mullet because she cut her own hair, at the tender age of 5 (I'm not exactly sure what age, I just made up a number. She could have been 15.) using a cuticle scissors. I asked her what exactly she was thinking when she cut her hair, she said she wasn't sure. But what she did know was that after she took a nice chunk out of her hair, she had a great reason for it.

As a child, her family had a long-haired black cat named Cricket. According to Michele, Cricket the long haired black cat had started to grow blond hair... and Michele had to cut the blond hair off of cricket. This reason caused me to go into a hysterical laughing fit for 76 seconds. Thank you for the story Michele. You made my day yesterday. You also made my hair look really awesome, thank you for that as well!

The rest of the conversation was pretty great as well but I won't bore you with our secrets. Time to get in the shower and get ready for this Packer game! GOOOOO PACK!!!

A baby shower with a twist

At the tender age of 27/28, it's likely that many of your friends, like mine, are in monogamous relationships, getting married and having children. My best friend had her baby shower today (So excited for you Ashley!!!) and it was a blast. I am so excited for the arrival of the little dude! Yay!

I sat with a rather rowdy group of girls - Jill, Kelly and Michele. We go back to the days of High School. We have always managed to have some of the most ridiculous conversations since that time. Today was no exception. As Ashley and Bobby opened the little treasures that will help keep their little guy clean, warm and comfortable, we couldn't help but compare those presents to how we could use them in our daily lives as well. Here is what I remember of the conversation... It was kind of a train wreck.

• Adult size burp cloths... You know for those unexpected times you just need to puke, you should probably have something to wipe your mouth.
• Adult diapers and ice diapers... I think both are pretty self explanatory. Some need them more than others.
• Poodles... I kind of was lost in the concept. vnajdhtnweuiafdvakwejt
• Child size smoking robe... inappropriate to the n-th degree. But for some reason, the thought of a tiny human wearing a robe and slippers, walking across a mahogany floor smoking a cigar is fucking hilarious.
• Jill's first girl... she will be a Snooki and gave us permission to dress her like Snooki when the time is appropriate.
• Kelly's first child... She said it will be a cold day in hell when she has any kids
• Read to your children... Jill shouts "My mom didn't read to me" and clearly it has affected her entire life as a person. Kelly taught her to read.
• Michele's first child... her cat Charlie. She and Tom love to put yogurt and ice cream on his face and watch him try and lick it off. Seriously I can't wait for them to have kids.
• Bridget's first child... I'll probably have triplets, knowing my luck. I will make baby noises at my child/children until the day I die. Gosh the lucky future little ones. And the lucky future partner... One word comes to mind. WINNING.
• Ashley's first child... will be sanitized on a daily basis. And frequently baby-sat by the mothers. All of them, collectively.

What an amazing group of friends I have. I can't wait until we ALL have kids....

Robsten, you sneaky little couple

On July 24th, 2012 at approximately 8:00 PM, I found out some very disturbing information. Kristen Stewart and Robert Pattinson broke up, due to a "lapse in judgement" on her behalf... Note to self, don't make out with a married movie director if you're in a relationship and want to stay in that relationship.

Today it's reported that they are actually back together. You are soooo sneaky! It does make me uncontrollably happy they decided to work things out. Impeccable timing though, right as they start promoting Breaking Dawn part 2!!! Which I am so excited to see!

Ben Affleck

I have spent a very lazy day in Milwaukee. Breakfast and coffee at Alterra, relaxing walk along the lake, some retail therapy, Laundry... Super relaxing! I love me time! I mean who doesn't.

You're probably wondering what Ben Affleck has to do with it. Let me paint you a picture... After my day of spending time with my favorite person - me of course! - I find myself in my living room folding laundry and trying to find SOMETHING to watch on the TV while I do. Well, I have about 4.5 channels, and HBO. It's typically tough to find something to watch that will actually entertain me. I turn to the ever trustworthy HBO, because there is something that should tickle my fancy. I see there is a movie on called "Surviving Christmas" and get excited because I know that it's my fave Vince Vaughn and Reese Witherspoon flick.

WRONG. It's a Ben Affleck/James Gandolfini movie. And it's AWFUL. But... since I turned it on, I can't seem to turn it off. Because I want to see how it ends. However, it's so painful to watch... Ben Affleck is one of the worst actors ever. I can't get back this last hour and a half. C'est la vie.

Giving you a lesson in Diva camping

Every year in the fall, some of my closest girlfriends and I plan a girls trip for the weekend. We get out of town, drink wine, talk about girly things, eat fabulous (though super unhealthy) meals, shop and typically sing karaoke. The last few trips have been super fabulous - and this year was no exception!

First, a huge thank you to Amy for putting it together :) We booked a camping trip this year - 2 nights in beautiful Baraboo, WI at Devil's lake state park. With the weather being as beautiful as it has been in the recent months, we couldn't be more excited to get out in nature and rough it with the woodland animals - bears, snakes, badgers, wolves, wolverines, werewolves and vampires. Yes please! Even though I am a city girl through and through, I enjoy getting out there and away from civilization, sometimes you need to shut everything off and just be with the people who matter most.

We got to the campsite and set up shop! Chairs around the fire pit, threw the screen tent nearby, strapped the tablecloth on... and boom! Campsite was all set up! It looked great, we were ready to rough it. So we did - hopped in the truck, back down hwy 123 to the neighborhood Clarion hotel! Unfortunately, due to the freeze warnings in Baraboo - and the rain, we decided instead of catching pneumonia, we would sleep in a hotel at night and utilize the campground during daytime hours.

First night in West Baraboo, we were party animals! Headed to dinner at a place called Monk's (I highly recommend if you're in Baraboo) and then back to the hotel for some pre-game in the hotel room. After a bit, we went out to the local, what seemed to be dive, bar next door - Chasers. By the name of the bar, and the overall outside appearance it looked like we made a solid decision. With our out of town heads held high (and maybe a bit fuzzy) we entered the bar. It was QUITE the sight - the locals were downright scary looking - It was hard for me to tell the men from the women, they all had mullets and mustaches! There was a group of normal looking people that we exchanged some friendly conversation with.  It was karaoke night at Chasers, and in the normal girls weekend fashion, we opted to sing. And what better song to sing than Carly Rae Jepsom's "Call Me Maybe".  That is one song NO ONE should ever karaoke. It will make the crowd's ears bleed. But may also score you some digits.

Taking us to the next morning... We wake up feeling energized and ready to hit the trails! After a quick dip in the pool and hot tub, we bundled up for a day of hiking and campfire! Hiked the trails at Devil's lake all afternoon, stopped at Devil's door for a photo op, and went back to the campsite. Amy built a great fire, and we sat around talking about life, love, future plans and obviously ghost stories. That was my favorite! We also made smores, and a fabulous banana, mallow, peanut butter and chocolate concoction that you eat with graham crackers. Holy OHHHHHHHMG!

Well, we headed back to the hotel, and because we basically burned off 3,000 calories and put them back on after the walk, passed out watching dirty movies on HBO. Kidding ;)

All in all, this was another fabulous girls weekend, and even though we mastered the art of "Diva camping", I look forward to an actual out in nature camping excursion soon! well, probably next year. Until next time - Milinski, OUT.

Got Kelly Clarkson?

Do you have Kelly Clarkson on your iTunes playlist?

If so, CONGRATULATIONS! You are already Stronger. You have hours upon hours of feel good, empowering music that will make you feel like The War is Over. Everyone has a Dark Side, and yours, my friend, is lovable.

If you don't, the Sun will Rise. Go to iTunes, type in Since You've Been Gone and I think you'll Never Again take your ear-buds out. Breakaway!

I'm on KC overload...

Go take a wog

Summertime is a time to be outside doing all sorts of activities... In addition to my weekly volleyball league, I decided to participate in a softball league this year. Since I had these two physical activities every week, I decided to put my gym membership on hold... because me playing sports is totally the same as taking weekly spin classes and getting my work out on.... riiiiight.

Well tonight I had time to get outside in the beautiful late summer air, and go for a walk. What started out as a walk then turning into a run... then jog... then walk.. then run... then jog.. Etc. So, I started a new regimen tonight - wogging! Walk/jog mix. Until I can get up to running straight through instead of having to wheeze my way through, wogging is totally a great fit for me.

Hi, my name is Bridget, and I have MS

To some of you, this may be shocking... or maybe not. I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis on October 6th, 2009. I'll give you the back story in a little bit :)

The reason I decided to write this is to practice what I preach. Though I don't have the reach to share my story with the entire world, I can do my part in educating my friends and family every day, sharing my story with those I am connected with. What the Osborne's are making of this condition is so many things... devastating, outrageous, disappointing. They couldn't be in a better position to do so many good things! Yet Sharon has made a mockery of the disease. People.com recently published online - and in print - an article called "I won't let my son die". Multiple Sclerosis will not take your son's life away from him. Today, she said that her son Jack was kicked off of an upcoming TV show because of the condition. It automatically makes me react that now she is making excuses for her son.

This is my story. I share this with you prepared to welcome you to my journey and answer any and all questions you may have.

On August 24th, 2009 I was out and about after my 24th birthday in Lake Park, doing some "golfing" with friends. When I woke up the next day for work, I noticed that my right upper lip was a bit numb feeling. I figured it was sunburned. As the week progressed, the rest of my face started to feel tingly and numb. By Thursday, I was thoroughly freaked out and decided it was time to head to urgent care after work, since the entire right side of my face was numb. The doctor in urgent care saw me, I explained my symptoms to him, and he looked at me and said I have to send you to the ER, we don't have the equipment we need to treat you. I started to panic... and then the questions started to flood my head - what if I had a stroke? What if I have a tumor?

I went to the ER, as the doc requested. They took me back, gave me a CT scan, then escorted me to the waiting room to hear from the doctor. I was so thankful I wasn't alone during the 45 agonizing minutes waiting for a doctor to give me the results of the scan (though it felt like 4 hours). It was a time in my life I needed support the most. Finally, the doctor told me the tests showed no signs of a serious condition. I was confused, but I have never been more relieved.

I called my GP on Friday morning, set up an appointment to see him right away. He ordered tests... an initial MRI to start ruling out what it could be. When I got the call that he wanted to see me in person to discuss the results, I knew it wasn't going to be a good discussion. I went in to see him and the blow was delivered. All I can remember of our initial discussion is him telling me "Your results came back abnormal. It's showing you have three lesions on your brain. It could be a few things, but it looks like Multiple Sclerosis..." I broke down, devastated. How could he be telling me this? How can I have something like this? I am only 24. The rest of the day was a blur.

I had other tests... blood tests, another MRI and finally a spinal tap. October 6th, 2009 I was officially diagnosed with Relapsing Remitting Multiple Sclerosis. I had started seeing a Neurologist, he put me on a treatment called Betaseron. Every other day, I have to inject myself with this medication. It sucks, but without it I don't know where I would be. Betaseron is a protein that blocks my immune system from attacking the myelin surrounding my nerves.

Understanding MS is something I learn about and deal with every day. Having MS means that my immune system is mistaking the myelin sheath surrounding my nerves as a disease, therefore attacking it and destroying that tissue. It will never regenerate, so once it's gone, it's gone. There is no cure for MS. There is no known cause for why someone gets MS; the only things that can prevent MS is a healthy amount of vitamin D in your diet/lifestyle. Though the life expectancy of someone living with MS is 5-10 years shorter than someone without it, its NOT a death sentence. As my disease progresses, I will most likely face cognitive and physical disability.

MS is unpredictable. I deal with the most common symptoms on a regular basis - fatigue, nerve pain and dizziness. Other things I have experienced during my journey with MS include vertigo, migraines complete with vision loss and changes, extreme fatigue and my right thigh is numb. I will never know exactly what the future holds for me. There are struggles I will face day after day, but my condition will NEVER define me. There may be days I don't feel well and can't do the things I would like, these days are few and far between. I have never said... "I can't do that because I have MS".

My support system is amazing. I couldn't think of better doctors and people in my life who support me. I was so lucky to have those people in my life when I was first diagnosed, as well as those people who have continued to support me. I am so lucky to have a mild form and that I was diagnosed young. My prognosis is great. I have not had any sever attacks since my initial attack in 2009, and for that I am grateful. Understanding MS is something I want for everyone in my life. For some, it's harder than others. For those closest to you, it's the hardest.

I am more than happy to answer any questions anyone has about MS. It's been a long journey and it will continue to be a life journey I deal with. Long story short, the Osborne's need to get educated and raise awareness of this disease, not drama. There are worse things in life, much worse. Thanks for reading!!!

K. Stew - are you for REAL?!

My world was turned upside-down for a minute yesterday when a SHOCKING revelation surfaced... Kristen Stewart has cheated on Robert Pattinson. A.K.A. Edward Cullen. Girrrrrrrl, what the hell were you thinking?!?!

By now, if you don't already know this.... I love the Twilight saga. When it first came out, I was skeptical. But after much convincing from my younger sister, I decided it was time to break down, see the movie and just like that, I fell in love HARD. I read all the books, I have religiously gone to see every movie on opening night. I have purchased many Twilight related things.

When news broke that Kristin and Rob were a real life couple, I loved it! I am not sure if I loved the fact they were together - OR - that Edward and Bella were together. Lets be serious, when you work in that environment and you are cast into a role at the age of 17 of being in love with a sexy Vamp, and he loves you so much he waited 109 years to lose his virginity... I mean at that point are you in love with the person or the character?

K. Stew... I get you're young and naive. What young woman in Hollywood isn't. Unfortunately, you ruined not only your fan base... but a family. Ugh. I need another glass of wine to cope with this drama.

Do you Yogi?

I recently discovered Yogi tea. By recently, I mean about 8 months ago. If you're not familiar with Yogi, they create some phenomenal blends of tea for life's big moments! They have so many  options, I couldn't wait to try them all! In addition to the great varieties they offer, I was beyond excited to discover the tea tags have splendid little inspirational quotes.

Opening a Yogi tea was a real treat! It was so amazing to have my afternoon Perfect Energy Vanilla Spice and get a sweet little quote about life; at night I could relax with my Kava Stress Relief and words of wisdom and love. Some of my favorite quotes include the following:

• Empty yourself and let the universe fill you (slightly creepy and very inappropriate)
• You will feel fulfilled when you do the impossible for someone else
• You are, you have been, you will be, what you do
• Be so happy that when other look at you, they are happy too 
• Where there is love, there is no question

I can't help but actually 150% agree with that last quote. However... the rest of these quotes are starting to confuse and anger me because they are starting to repeat themselves... in some cases, I have gotten the same quote within a 24 hour period. Completely unacceptable. I need to find a way to tell Yogi, if you don't start changing up your quotes, you're actually adding stress to my life.

I'm going to write with some stellar suggestions.

xoxo, B

what is it with guys and feet?

I love my feet - I have pretty great feet. They are pedicured on a regular basis. And by pedicured, I mean every 2 months I take a cruel instrument(ped-egg) to my feet to sofeten them and make sure they are properly plished and moisturized.... They are a size 8. This is the perfect size. Not too big, not too small. Also not the size to try and find cute shoes, since everyone else wears the same size. My toes are pretty perfect, too. My big toe is TRULY my big toe. My second toe is not longer than my big toe. I cannot tell you how thankful I am for that!!! (No offense if that's how your feet are. If they are, that's awesome. I'm just glad they're not mine)

I just don't understand issues with rubbing a girls feet. Even if they are not dirty? I know at least 4 men who freak out at the mention of feet... Again I don't get it.

I think I need a footrub... I'll be in my bed with lots of lotion and moiusturizing socks.

Have I mentioned I love my feet?

real women kill bugs

We've had a heat wave hit Milwaukee the past two days. It's been hot, humid... and buggy! Don't get me wrong, I love living on the east side next to the lake, but I have to deal with lots of bugs... mosquitoes, moths, bees, hornets, wasps, spiders (about 50 different kinds) centipedes, potato bugs.... ugh. any and all types of creepy crawly critters.

Tonight I found out just how buggy it can really be. I can kill a spider, a centipede, anything really. but tonight defined the fear I feel for insects. I was in my room when I saw something the size of a small bird dive bomb at my head. I screamed and yelled for my roommate - "Steph, there is a moth in my room the size of Egypt!"

After securing her bedroom and bathroom door, she said wait, what about Egypt!? I was confused... I said no there is a moth, it's huge! Apparently so huge I thought it was as large as a middle eastern country. after scouring my room for it with no luck, I finally laid eyes on the beast, and with the help of a bottle of lotion and a small ceramic frog figurine and my most amazing roommate, the beast was gone,

That's how a lady kills a moth.

Who's in your top four? Actually, I think it's called the Final Four...

I need to start this by saying I am not into basketball... Not in any way shape or form. I have been to less than 5 bucks games in my life, and college basketball was even less interesting and had even less meaning to me. That is, until I decided to participate in March Madness, or should I say March Mayhem? Apparently it's more politically correct. I happen to be a betting woman when in the mood. And the mood had come on hard and strong. I was ready to take my chances with these college basketball teams.

Thanks to a very good friend, I had solid direction for my top four picks (not after being corrected that it's actually called the Final Four... who knew!). Well, after I had those picks in place, I went to it! There was NO rhyme or reason to why I picked the teams I picked to win. I submitted my bracket and just like that, it was on.

The mayhem started. Having this $10 commitment, it forced me to watch college basketball. I caught myself sitting up in my bed at 10 PM screaming and cheering for my team picks. As the games continued, my bracket blossomed into a beautiful bouquet of green. I was so happy, I checked my standings after while and some how managed to place first among 46 people. I was feeling good about my odds in the tourney... 

As the final four competed on Saturday night, I watched in horror as Ohio State lost to Kansas. Well... I fell into second place. I was so close to winning it all! No such luck. But I will say a $20 profit is better than nothing. I am already excited to bet on my top four next year... 

The dirty day old teabag...

I bet your first thought reading the title was a dirty one... Good, I like where your head is at. It is going to be dirty, real dirty!

This morning I walked into work, flipped the lights on in my office, turned on my computer and looked over at my coffee mug - or should I say tea mug, since the majority of the liquid that enters the mug is hot water for my tea addiction - and I almost jump out of my seat. There is quite an unwelcome day old teabag hanging out in my mug! My first thought is the cleaning crew has obviously gotten greedy and needed to have some of my sacred Yogi tea that I let sit out on my desk. But I realize, after careful thought and examination of the quote on my yogi teabag, something even more terrifying than someone else's lips on my mug.

I have left my teabag sit overnight. In leftover tea water in my mug... I was so ashamed. Took it right to the sink washed it out. Well, looks like I have turned into one of those lazy people that leaves unwashed mugs on their desk overnight... gosh I'm dirty.

Thanks alot, Latarian Milton....

I need to start out this post by saying I love Milwaukee. I love everything the city has to offer. There is literally something different to do every single day... the energy here is awesome, there are sooooo many different choices of food, great places to shop, stop and have coffee and home to some really great bars as well. But it is a city, and with the great advantages a city has, there are also always disadvantages. City's have a higher crime rate due to many factors... but the main factor is the hood rat.

Hood rats have nothing better to do than go around and make everyone else's life miserable. They will beat you up on the street, break shit, steal your purse... maybe even your dog, steal ATM's out of gas stations... Basically anything that involves a profit for them in some way shape or form.

Definately the case on Saturday night... them hood rats were out and about on the town! Thanks for breaking into my boyfriends car and ruining his already unfavorable opinion of my home. Just wantin to do hood rat things with their hood rat friends.

Yep, that's actually shit I say

By this point in your life, you have probably seen the "Shit girls say" youtbe videos. When I first watched the videos, I just had to laugh. They were pretty funny and kind of dead on. I have watched them at least 5 times each...

Since watching them (and my boyfriend calling me out EVERY time I ask "Can you do me a favor?" - xoxo love dove!) I became very aware of what I say in everyday life. It just so happens that I probably say between 5 and 10 phrases from these videos per day. That is not OK. Actually, it is. I am a girl. I talk alot. A-L-O-T. We all do. In fact, we talk so much that we talk just to say something, even if it doesn't fit into the conversation.

And just so you know... Yes, it IS hummus!