Let me set the scene: It was a cold, snowy night. I was wrapped in a Snuggie, drinking hot cocoa all alone in my bed, and watching Love, Actually for the billionth time. It was one of my more girly moments. One that I’m not particularly proud of considering the Minimum Awesomeness Level I try to adhere to at any moment.
And then it hit me: Damn, I’m lonely.
I’ll go to a bar. Meet someone. Maybe go on a date. Then realize we have absolutely nothing in common apart from our …

The streets are getting slicker and the sale ads are getting thicker. That can only mean one thing: Christmas is near.
If you’re anything like me, Christmas music typically falls into one of two categories: 1) disgustingly saccharine or 2) damn annoying. And still, you can’t seem to escape it. Shopping. Listening to the radio. Or anywhere near a child. It will invade your brain, make a little home and start gnawing on that last bit of patience you were hoping to save until the New Year. But it’s really hard …

Oh, look. My friend sent me a cow. And then another cow. And then an olive tree. And then a hay bale. And then 100 Farkle chips. And then a bumper sticker. And then threw a sheep at me. And then fought me on YoVille. And NO AND THEN! NO AND THEN!
If you’ve ever spent a weekend away from Facebook, you’ve probably experienced the aforementioned scenario. Friends bombarding you with application invitations until you seriously weigh just de-friending them. The notifications. The gifts. The “Hey! Can you send me a …

O, makeup. How do I love yet resent thee? For most women, cosmetics are a bane and a blessing. They can be employed to play up your best features and mask your perceived flaws. But each day is like painting the Sistine Chapel just to wash it off at the end of the day.
Not all cosmetics are created equally. I’ll admit, I practically go into heat when I’m at the MAC counter. All the pigments all the weights and sheens and lusters. Yes, vanity is a sin. But so is …

Starting a new job can elicit a mix of powerful emotions: from pants-crapping excitement to pants-wetting terror. Sure, it’s intimidating. You won’t be doing exactly what you were doing in the same way you were doing it with the people your were doing it. That’s a lot of change to process – and fast.
So, rather than being overwhelmed by your new surroundings, take a gander at these tips that will ensure your transition is as smooth as Ex-Lax.

Be prepared for anything. You don’t bring a knife to a gunfight and …