The long weekend of 4th of July I decided to stay home, relax and catch up on all the shows I’ve missed.
I often hangout with girlfriends for brunch or wine nights. Seven out of ten times, if you put women in a room with alcohol, the main topic of conversation is men. This is a legitimate stat…tested by me.
I spent 19 months planning 5 hours of my life.
But don’t you want the start of forever to be perfect?
I was losing my head, my temper, my beauty sleep and social life.
I am lucky enough to have friends that no matter on what part of the world they live in, we have the same friendship we used to have 5, 10 years ago.
I get stuck in a cycle kind of like this: wake up, work, exercise, sleep, wait, wine, sleep, repeat. And yes, watching TV while I drink my wine or going to exercise is “me” time.
Sometimes all you need is drinks and some girl talk.
Being new to a city can be hard at times. Making friends after college is not as easy as it used to be.
It’s all about the little things
I would not give up the beautiful moments and acts of love I receive from Flavio for a million bucks. Unless I can get both, then in that case.
The truth of the matter is that we cannot pay for 300 people to be at our wedding so I have to clean up the list a bit. Here is my reasoning on how I will go on to do this.
Why do men feel like they need to get certain things out of their system? Do they? If they don’t will it ruin their marriage after a few years? Can they settle for the perfect woman once they meet her?
Last week I
I was so excited about this short video sent by my boss (which I will show towards the end of the post), that I had to share it with you guys.
Hey everyone!!! After intense negotiations with Ari to become a Guest Blogger… she won, and here I am! My name is Flavio I know my name sounds cool and Italian, but I’m not.
I dislike you kitchen. I am tired of cooking bad food. We have had enough and honestly, it’s not you, it’s me.
The Thrive Blog Conference was held February 27-28 as a way to learn and network with fellow bloggers.
Growing up purple had always been my color. My room was always purple. My school supplies were always purple. My book bag. My highlighter. My favorite pen. My favorite sweater. My favorite nail polish. You get the point.
My birthday is next month and I don’t think I felt any different when I turned 17,18,19 or 20. I was going to keep on going to 21 but..