In another life, I was a costume designer. Therefore, Halloween is seriously one of my favorite holidays because it was the one time a year I got to wear my creations instead of see them on others. But Cady Heron was right when she said “Halloween is a time when a girl can dress like a total slut” without repercussion. Not only can they, it’s expected.

Halloween is also a great night to meet people. But with this ridiculous “slut rule,” if you don’t dress like a slut, you may not get as much attention as everyone else.
But usually, I almost completely ignore the slut rule and wear something long, beautiful, and historic. And one year I got a great vote of confidence from a drunk girl:
“I just haaaaaaad to tell you, you are covered up, you look comfortable, and you are STILL. SO. SEXY.”
Yep, it wasn’t a guy, it was a girl. But hey, she was right that I was covered and comfortable, and I like to think she was also right that I was looking sexy! Not only that, I spent most of my night silently smirking at those girls who were walking around the literally-freezing city in next-to-nothing, just so they could go home with a man they would regret waking up next to. But hey, to each his own, and whether you’re abiding by the slut rule or not, Happy Halloween, Daters!

I’ve been dating a long time. And as you know, I’ve experienced my fair share of awkward, stupid, and flat out cringe-worthy dates. But one thing I hadn’t personally experienced was “catfishing.” Well, last week I experienced it.
Let me make one thing clear: Plants come to my house to die. They seriously walk through the door and start making their suicide plans.











When my dad announced this was what he wanted for his birthday, I knew there was no way I could say no; but honestly, I wasn’t super excited. In fact, I was terrified. We decided to apply to be a part of the Tahoe Rim Trail Association’s Segment Hikes. This meant that every Sunday for 12 weeks, we would meet up with a guide and a group, get in a van, drive to the trailhead, and hike one segment of the Trail back to our cars. Each segment consisted of 12-25 miles. Ugh.
Now, am I going to tell you I didn’t cry like a small child more than once in the summer last year? If I did, I’d be lying. I totally cried like a baby at least 5 times, and hiked 20 miles with a mild stomach flu once. I complained that my summer weekends were shot; I was horrified when, after walking 25 miles the guides told me it wasn’t even the hardest segment; and I often hung out at the back of the pack, trailing behind the group simply because that’s where I liked to stay. We saw a bear, peed in the forest, bled a lot, learned the importance of driving with towels on the seats to protect them from dirt and sweat, got consumed by mosquitos, and lived on chocolate milk, apple juice, cold sandwiches, and GORP. And still, it was worth it.




While I’m a huge proponent of making your own meals for health, ingredient identification, and weight management; with a full time job, a family, friends, an active blog, and people who depend on me; sometimes coming up with a recipe, shopping for, and preparing dinner just doesn’t seem viable.


