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Boyfriend Recipe: Mocha Chip Cookies.

I need.

I need.

Many years ago, when I was a different person, I was seriously in love with a man I loved to cook and bake for. I felt like if I did things that a perfect girlfriend would do, then he’d see that I could be a perfect wife, too.

But my plan failed miserably. However, I’m still left with a recipe for these delicious, drool-worthy Mocha Chip Cookies!

My then-boyfriend had an affinity for Taylor Swift, so when I read an article that said Taylor Swift made Mocha Chip Cookies, I found a recipe, and whipped them up, immediately.


  • 2 1/4 cups of flour
  • 1 teaspoon of salt
  • 1 teaspoon of baking soda
  • 1/4 teaspoon of fresh ground nutmeg
  • 1 teaspoon of cinnamon
  • 1/2 pound of margarine
  • 1 cup of light brown sugar
  • 1/2 cup of granulated sugar
  • 2 tablespoons of chocolate syrup
  • 1 1/2 teaspoons of vanilla
  • 2 eggs
  • 1 1/2 teaspoons of espresso, coffee, or cappuccino powder mix with 2 tablespoons of hot water
  • 18 ounces of chocolate chips
  • 1 1/2 cups of chopped walnuts (or hazelnuts are good, too)


  1. Preheat the oven to 350 degrees.
  2. Mix the flour, salt, baking soda, nutmeg, and cinnamon, and set aside.
  3. In a mixer, beat the margarine, sugars, chocolate syrup, and vanilla until smooth. Add eggs one at a time, beat until smooth (about 5 minutes). Add in the dry ingredients, coffee mixture, chocolate chips, and nuts. Mix by hand with a wooden spoon until mixed.
  4. Drop on a baking sheet by rounded teaspoons, about 2-inches apart, and bake for 12-14 minutes.
  5. Let cool — if possible — and eat!

From Friend Zone to Fetishville: A Guest Blog.

Guest Blogger, Susie

Guest Blogger, Susie

Susie Meredith is an HR professional for one of the world’s leading online retailers. She currently resides in Nashville, TN with her Golden Retriever, Sadie and her two cats, Vinny and Joey. Susie saved Vinny and Joey from a hard life in the cat-mob on the streets of Tennessee. She received her Bachelor’s in HR Development from Indiana State University and is currently working toward her Master’s in HR Management.

While obtaining her Bachelor’s she was a member of the Gamma Chi chapter of Zeta Tau Alpha where along with holding several leadership positions she also spent a significant amount of time partying hard, having fun, and playing Harvest Moon on Nintendo 64 with her roommates. Susie moved to Nashville with her family after a lifetime of living in Indiana after college and loves being a transplant Nashvillian. In her free time she is a self proclaimed TV junkie, alien movie connoisseur, and craft extraordinaire.  Her motto is “If you can buy it, I can make it,” which sometimes leads to some interesting projects and meals. 

*** This is Part II, Read Part I here ***

… He had a Giantess fetish.

Yup there it is, my proof that I am still in Crazyville. But after many years of odd confessions from people and working in HR, I have learned to have an open mind and decided to do a little research and what I found was quite interesting. He sent me a link to a fetish page that was full of videos of grown women running around trying to step on, squish, sit on, and eat tiny little men.

Like men that are two inches tall and a full size woman.

One woman put the little man in her purse and carried him around. Another tried to trap the little man under a wire trash can. Another kept her tiny man in a hamster cage. Yup.  Shit just got weird.

He even had a favorite actress. What I found interesting about this was there was no sexual element of these videos. Both the women and man were fully clothed and not talking nor partaking in any sexual acts. I know that there are videos that are out there that are sexual in nature, but not the ones that he was watching (of course according to him).

Do not text & date

Do not text & date

He then proceeded to tell me that he watched them when he was “horny” and asked me if it was something I would be interested in. And I laughed to myself.  Thank the good Lord it was over text because he would have thought I was the biggest bitch if it would have been in person. I conveniently “fell asleep” before responding to the texts.

I responded back in the morning and told him I had fallen asleep and would chat with him later. I talked to a few friends about it and they got a chuckle out of as we all had never heard of this before. I then started forming quite a few questions in my head.

  1. You are aware that this could never happen in real life correct?
  2. If you had your choice of a girl… ready to do whatever you want, or watching giant ladies which would you choose?
  3. How often do you participate in this activity?
  4. How does one realize that they are interested in such a thing?

The next night around eight he text me and told me he was in my area and wanted to stop by my house. I was completely caught off guard and quickly did the fifty mile an hour fluff and stuff trying to hide my hoard. So he came over and sat on my couch and hung out… FOREVER! Till one in the morning, and I had to be at work at eight… and I’m one of those eight-to-ten-hours-of-sleep girls, so he was messing with my chi.

But he was good company and I was having fun so I rolled with it. During this time I was able to ask my questions. I found out that he does this whenever he feels horny. He was introduced to it by a friend I believe (I’m not swearing on that). Although he knows it could never happen in real life, it is simply a fantasy (which I still don’t get) that he enjoys… quite often. And if he had his choice between the girl and the videos his exact answer was “It depends on my mood.”

No, I did not stutter. It depends on his mood if he has sex with an actual interested female party or with his hand in front of his computer. At this point in time I’m still caught off guard; all I can imagine is being in a relationship with someone and wanting to have some “special time” and him just being like, “Nah…. I’ve got these videos of giant ladies chasing after tiny men I would rather masturbate to.”

Oh, hey Eric...

Oh, hey Eric…

Not good for a girl’s self-esteem. When I asked him about it, he was just like well this is how I am, I told you I was weird. And then I was stuck on it. I was stuck on the fact that he would rather jerk off than have sex with someone. I still don’t get it. He just kept saying “it’s a fantasy” or “it’s a fetish, you wouldn’t understand unless you had a fetish.”

Well I’ve got a fantasy that includes Eric from True Blood making me his vampire boo thing, but that doesn’t prevent me from being with real guys. And of course things continued down Weird Street. It was almost like he was mad that he told me about it and decided he would turn into a dick. We went from talking every day to him not ever answer my texts, or sending me a text and starting a conversation but never responding, and when I would get irritated with his lack of response I suddenly was looking too much into things, or going crazy.

Remember in the beginning where I said this was one of my biggest pet peeves? Yeah. Too much vodka and a cell phone ended up with me texting him telling him how much of an asshole I though he was being and if he wanted to be my “friend or whatever he was doing” he needed to realize that this would be the quickest way to piss me off. I apologized for my drunken tirade, but verified that it was still a hot button for me when people did that repeatedly.

The last time I heard from him I asked him if he wanted to hang out and he said it was “Laundry day” or some BS. I then wondered how I ended up on the shit end of this stick? I’m just trying to be friends with the tiny man who wants to be trapped by a giant woman and he’s turning me down like I’m some troll trying to marry him.

I dropped it immediately; I went against my gut instinct and let it go on to long. NO MORE! We haven’t spoken since but I still get a chuckle out of the man who wanted a giant lady to chase him around. As a joke my friend brought me one of her son’s tiny toy soldiers. She told me we should put him in different places and take pictures and send them to him. I did it once and then forgot about it.

He now resides in the bottom of my pen cup which seems to be exactly where my friendship ended up, tossed away and forgotten. Although this wasn’t a relationship I actually wanted I find it interesting how quickly at the end he reminded me that I resided in the Friend Zone. Suddenly I was making something out of nothing when a week before he was trying to get me to pretend to be a giant lady via text so he could jack off to it.

There is nothing “Friend Zone” about sexting and it’s not something I prefer to participate in anyways. Why does the phone always have to be in the middle of every relationship?! So as I sit on the corner of Weird Street and Awkward Avenue I think, I must give off some kind of pheromone to guys with weird habits that draws them to me and then compels them to treat me like dirt…

If you would like to get in touch directly with Susie you can e-mail her at or find her on Facebook.   

Being the ‘Friend’ in Girlfriend for 30 Years: A Guest Blog.

Guest Blogger, Susie

Guest Blogger, Susie

Susie Meredith is an HR professional for one of the world’s leading online retailers. She currently resides in Nashville, TN with her Golden Retriever, Sadie and her two cats, Vinny and Joey. Susie saved Vinny and Joey from a hard life in the cat-mob on the streets of Tennessee. She received her Bachelor’s in HR Development from Indiana State University and is currently working toward her Master’s in HR Management.

While obtaining her Bachelor’s she was a member of the Gamma Chi chapter of Zeta Tau Alpha where along with holding several leadership positions she also spent a significant amount of time partying hard, having fun, and playing Harvest Moon on Nintendo 64 with her roommates. Susie moved to Nashville with her family after a lifetime of living in Indiana after college and loves being a transplant Nashvillian. In her free time she is a self proclaimed TV junkie, alien movie connoisseur, and craft extraordinaire.  Her motto is “If you can buy it, I can make it,” which sometimes leads to some interesting projects and meals. 

As if!

As if!

The Friend Zone is an area I mostly associate with nerdy guys. You grow up watching movies such as, “Pretty in Pink” or my personal favorite, “Clueless” (no seriously, I’ve got an issue) where somewhat good looking guys are the girl’s friend and they spend 95% of the movie doing things to try to get the girl to realize they should wake up and see what is in front of them.

You also spend life with those guy friends that whine and complain about how they are only considered a “friend” by, of course, the most beautiful and unrealistic female they can find. I have decided that I am the girl version of these nerdy guys, except it didn’t end at high school.

It continued on through college and well into adulthood. As I am breathing on my 30th birthday, which is less than two months away, I have been spending some time reflecting on my life and where I’m at. I own my own home; have my own car, an amazing family, a great and rewarding career with an awesome company and wonderful friends. The one thing I don’t have is a significant other.

As I reflect on this fact, I start to ask myself questions and replay through previous relationships trying to find out where I went wrong.  Was there a turn where if you went right you would meet an amazing guy that was your perfect match, but instead I went left and ended up in Crazyville? I think it’s quite possible. Together let’s move backward through time and look at how I ended up in Crazyville, living in the Friend Zone.

My most recent experience did not come as a surprise that it ended the way it did, as I am almost becoming immune to the disappointment of the opposite sex. I work in Human Resources, which very much limits how I can interact with my co-workers. It is something that I have come to grips with and have grown to appreciate because it keeps a certain level of crazy out of my life.

A year ago, I was approached by an employee to set up a specific benefit offered by our company. I let them know that I was more than willing to help them and would get with them soon to set it up. There is a two-year window to set up this benefit so it didn’t jump to my priority list as the person had maybe worked there six months. As days passed, every time I saw this employee they reminded me that I had yet to get with them.

To me, this seemed odd because this employee was always very quiet, so I though he must REALLY want to get this done. I took the time and met with him to set up his benefits. As we were setting it up, I noticed that he didn’t really need my help. He seemed to be setting it up just fine on his own, but he was super chatty. I walked away thinking it was odd and wondering why he waited around nagging me for weeks to help him when he could have easily done it from any computer he came in contact with.

From then on, I wasn’t sure if it was just because I had a recent interaction with him but I noticed him around me more. Every time he would walk by my desk, he would find a silly excuse to talk to me or stare at me to the point where my co-workers were noticing. This is something that happens often with all of us so we all just chuckled about it and moved on.

No dating at this job!

No dating at this job!

Soon after this, he added me as a friend on Facebook. I accept all Facebook requests, as long as I actually know the person so I didn’t think anything of it. Soon after that, he started messaging me pretty excessively on Facebook. First, under the pretense of interview/resume help, then it moved to casual conversation and just normal randomness.

Again, I didn’t think much about it as it was nothing threatening or leading. I just thought maybe he was lonely and wanted a friend. I knew that he was in his mid-twenties and lived with his family, and sometimes being surrounded by people is the loneliest place to be. In my many years of being in the Friend Zone, I have learned to not jump to conclusions that someone may be interested in more than friends. I’ve gotten burned by that illusion to many times and have learned my lesson.

Time passed on with random Facebook conversations until my friend had to sever ties with my company. I figured that would be the end of it as many times people are not interested in conversing with their old HR person. Interestingly enough, this was not the case. I forget the exact reasoning behind it, but he ended up with my cell phone number and was texting me instead of Facebook messaging me.

Then I started to notice they started getting a flirty tone to them. The open-ended questions or answers that could be interpreted as something more risqué than simple “friend” talk. I showed these texts to a good friend of mine and she confirmed my suspicions. It was not my imagination; he was sending me flirty texts.

As someone who has purposefully become a recluse I did not know how to react to this. I’m a pretty straight forward cat, so if you’re interested I would rather someone say so versus hinting around and playing games. These texts lasted a few days and I finally told him I wasn’t interested playing his games and left it at that.

I received silence for a few months, then out of nowhere I get a random message on Facebook accusing me of ignoring texts. As being ignoring is one of my biggest pet peeves, I immediately went to my phone and looked and saw nothing. We went back and forth a few times about that (I didn’t receive a text…. Well I sent you like five texts…. Well I never got them so how could I have responded?) and this is where the meat of our story starts.

From this point on, he started texting me every day, he even went as far as to call me (say it isn’t so!) and chat for an hour on the phone about anything and everything. I learned that he had moved out of his family’s house and in with a roommate that had some strange habits along with other things going on in life.

It seemed pretty causal, so I kept myself thinking “Friend Zone,” but then the messages started turning flirty again. They then became littered with questions about previous boyfriends that I had and if they had any weird quirks or habits. This led me to ask the question if he had some weird quirks or habits and I received a “no, not really” response.

Again, going back to my friend for a sanity check, she verified that he was going down a path that was outside of my normal Friend Zone. I didn’t know what to do with this. She gave me some advice, even though I wasn’t sold on the idea. He lacked some qualities that I preferred, such as drive, education, career aspirations, and assertiveness.

But I thought…what else do I have going on? As the texts kept rolling in he offered a piece of information about himself:

 He had a Giantess fetish.

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Check back Friday, June 27, to read part 2 of Susie’s life in the “Friend Zone.” If you would like to get in touch directly with Susie you can e-mail her at or find her on Facebook.   

Pic of the Week… & Another Giveaway!

June Tattly pack!

June Tattly pack!

Last week, I got my monthly subscription from Tattly in the mail, and I realized that although I am always posting pictures of my Tattlys on Twitter, I have never really mentioned them on my blog.

…Which is completely foolish, because getting a pack of Tattlys in the mail makes my day (and sometimes my whole week)!

So, what’s Tattly? Here’s what their website says:

Tired of putting poorly designed temporary tattoos on her daughter’s arm, Tina Roth Eisenberg took matters into her own hands. After soliciting a dozen world renowned artists and designers, hiring the first two team members, and learning what a temporary tattoo was actually made of, Tattly began moving at full force.
In July of 2011, Tattly launched online, featuring an all-star lineup of professional designers and illustrators. Starting with just a handful of designs, Tattly received thousands of orders from around the world.

So there you have it, Tattly is a company that makes temporary tattoos that look cool, and they’re fun. Plus, I like wearing the ones that say “Fuck Haters” under my long sleeves at work.

Made for me...

Made for me…

It’s my own, personal way of sticking it to the man.

And so, since I love Tattly so much, I wanted to share! Because of that, I’m giving away a $5.00 gift card to Tattly (which will get you a pack of two tattoos of your choice) — although may I recommend the Tangy Lemon Tattly?

Had to.

So, leave a comment by Wednesday night at 9 pm Central, tell me WHAT Tattly you’re going to get, and I’ll select a random commenter using I will post the winner’s name and number on THURSDAY’S blog post, so be there!

Happy commenting!

WYSK: Amy Winehouse.

Beautiful & talented, Amy Winehouse

Beautiful & talented, Amy Winehouse

When I heard the song, “Rehab” for the first time, I thought Amy Winehouse was a smart-mouthed, bad ass bitch, just making fun of pop culture and it’s celebulites, of the Lindsay Lohan-sort.

So, I bought “Back to Black,” unaware that it would be an album that changed my world — not unlike Lauryn Hill’s “The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill.” Having just gone through a breakup at the time, her words struck a chord in my heart. Hell, most of the songs still ring true for me today, and I have a feeling they will for awhile.

I don’t understand, Why do I stress A man, When there’s so many bigger things at hand, We could a never had it all, We had to hit a wall, So this is inevitable withdrawal, Even if I stop wanting you, A Perspective pushes true, I’ll be some next man’s other woman soon.

—Amy Winehouse, Tears Dry On Their Own

I was obsessed with the lyrics on the entire album, the jazz sound, not to mention her cool style — the hair, the eyes — and of course, her signature voice. But I wasn’t the only one who loved what I was hearing: the album won a Grammy for Best Pop Vocal Album (for 2007), it was named UK’s 2nd Bestselling Album of the 21st Century (selling 3.5 copies in the UK alone), and by 2012, it had sold more than 20 million copies around the world.


Amy’s 2007 RS cover

Shortly after I fell in love with the album, I was so excited to get my hands on a copy of Amy’s cover issue of Rolling Stone. But when I read the story inside, I discovered something I never expected — her substance problems.

I know, I know, call me crazy. But I was naive, and I didn’t really know anything about drugs or terms, and I didn’t know that her songs were referring to actual experience with substance abuse.

“I loved you much, it’s not enough, you love blow, and I love puff…” (Back to Black).

I called my mom in tears — why was such a talented person doing drugs? I was scared she would die before I ever got to see her perform live.

It was a moment I’ll never forget — a loss of innocence from a magazine, happening when I was nearly 22 years old.

I put it in that part of my mind that does myself favors; eventually letting my worries fade. After all, I’ve never let an artist’s personal life deter me from making a decision about their craft. There’s something attractive to me about people who are so, so passionate about what they do, it nearly becomes their demise.

What I love about Ms. Winehouse was her honesty. She sang about her relationships openly, even if they weren’t stereotypically beautiful. Her songs were relatable, and that is priceless.

I continued as a fan, bought her previous album, “Frank,” watched her live performances on YouTube, and turned a cheek when paparazzi took jabs wherever they could, releasing less-than-flattering photos of my favorite cat-eyed chick.

And then, we all know what happened. Her time was cut short. I was in the worst mood when I found out she was gone; I felt silly for being so upset about a celebrity dying, but I was so sad that she was so young, and that we’d never get to hear new material.

But I know my sorrow was selfish.

And as sad as I was, and sometimes still get over our lost legend, I was thrilled when an album was released, “Lioness: Hidden Treasure,” songs by Amy Winehouse that were left unheard, or remixes of songs fans loved — my favorite song on that album is a cover of “Our Day Will Come” (click the picture below to see the video and hear Amy’s version).

Today, Amy Winehouse is remembered by her family, friends, and fans. Donate to the Amy Winehouse Foundation, or buy cool merchandise that supports their efforts to help young talents with substance abuse problems.

The one and only...

The one and only…

Life’s short. Anything could happen, and it usually does, so there is no point in sitting around thinking about all the ifs, ands and buts.

—Amy Winehouse, 1983-2011

Summer Lovin’.

'Cause a little bit of summer's what the whole year's all about...

‘Cause a little bit of summer’s what the whole year’s all about…

Tomorrow marks the official start of summer, even though Baton Rouge has already been sitting in the 90-degree heat for awhile. When I lived in Indiana, I loved summer. Of course, I was in school, so that meant summers off from class, working shifts at the custard shop,  cool night drives on winding country roads, and if I was lucky, a summer crush.

Since I work now, all year, summer isn’t quite the same. And I’m not sure this southern heat is made for bodies getting close. However, there’s still a few things I love about the summer months, so here they are…


Calorie-free sprinkled donut!

Calorie-free sprinkled donut!

With this heat, a pool is not even a luxury, it is a must-have. I am lucky enough to have access to pools, and often, this relaxation time includes refreshing cocktails, friends, and many hours on a raft — like the donut raft on the left (a great investment).

A day at the pool also means an entire day wearing no pants, and instead wearing a swimsuit. I know that, especially for women, swimsuit season can be stressful.

But when I’m at the pool with my best friends, I know they’re not going to judge me, no matter how I look, so I always try to find cute, fun swimsuits. I am loving the ruffled bandeau tops that are in style this season!

Coconut… Everything

Ahh, the smell of coconut makes me think of the beach, and the beach makes me happy. So when summer comes ’round and I’ve got an excuse to wear/use coconut body products, I am all over that! Here are some of my favorites:

  • Moroccainoil Moisture Repair shampoo & conditioner — Has a slight coconut scent and is gentle enough to use on color-treated hair (I’m a natural blonde, you know, so I’ve got to keep my chocolate waves intact).
  • Softsoap Coconut Scrub — Nothing fancy here, just a simple bar of coconut soap that’s studded with sandy exfoliants. It softens the skin but is created for everyday use.
  • St. Ives Coconut Milk & Orchid Extract Body Lotion — Again, nothing fancy here! I love the light scent of coconut, mixed with the floral nodes of the orchid. I use this lotion all year long, and during the summer months, I like to add a dime-sized drop of sunless tanner to a few pumps of regular lotion to give myself a light glow.
  • Coconut Bay, by Yankee Candle — Okay, I know this isn’t a body product, but I love this candle! I even have the air freshener in my car, and it makes me feel like I’m right on the beach, even when I’m driving to work.

White Denim

Bright white lights.

Bright white lights.

I know, it seems small, but each year, I look forward to when it’s socially acceptable to pull out my white jeans (and white white-leg trousers). White jeans, paired with a navy tank, and some gold jewelry makes me feel like a sailor, and nothing makes me happier than the thought of that. I especially love the destroyed, cropped white denim — am I stuck in the 80s? I just love this look!

Speaking of fashion, I also loved colored jeans, and am currently searching for the perfect pair of mint skinnies. A good denim vest is also on my personal wish list, as I think it’s the perfect thing to put over a maxi dress this season.

And finally, a summer outfit really isn’t complete without a great pair of sunglasses. Honestly, sunglasses really used to bother me in years passed, but lately, I can’t go anywhere without a pair. I’m not into designer shades, but I stocked up on a few cheap aviators (one has leopard print down the sides) and I love them!

Summer Reads

Summer is the perfect season to get lost in a book (okay, so is winter), but I feel like the warmer months produce great beach reads and hot romance novels.

I can recall many great days, lounging in the sun with a good book in my hands. There’s just no better way to relax! Here are some of summer’s hottest (supposed) reads:

  • Friendswood by Rene Steinke — A big, moving novel of one tight-knit Texas community and the events that alter its residents’ lives forever.
  • The Last Magazine by Michael Hastings — The year is 2002. Weekly newsmagazines dominate the political agenda in New York and Washington. A young journalist named Michael M. Hastings is a twenty-two- year-old intern at The Magazine, wet behind the ears, the only one in the office who’s actually read his coworker’s books. 
  • Save the Date by Jen Doll — In Save the Date, Jen Doll charts the course of her own perennial wedding guesthood, from the ceremony of distant family members when she was eight to the recent nuptials of a new boyfriend’s friends.
  • The Vacationers by Emma Straub — An irresistible, deftly observed novel about the secrets, joys, and jealousies that rise to the surface over the course of an American family’s two-week stay in Mallorca.

Americana Nails

Be the captain of the sea

Be the captain of the sea

Not to push the issue, but Christian Dior is on point with this nail polish set for summer 2014 — that bright blue? Yes, please! And of course, each bottle comes complete with “CD” nail stickers, because branding your nails is completely necessary at this point.

Here are some other great nail lacquers for the upcoming season: Haute in the Heat by Essie, Life Gave Me Lemons by OPIFierce no Fear by Essie, Down to the Core-al by OPIStrut Your Stuff by Essie, Marjorie by JulepRoarrrrrange by Essie 

I hope you’ve got a great summer planned! Let me know what some of your seasonal favorites are!

Girls in White Dresses.

...And blue satin sashes...

…And blue satin sashes…

The winner from Tuesday’s giveaway is posted below, if you’re interested…

Last weekend, I finished reading, “Girls in White Dresses” by Jennifer Close, a book that’s been on my reading list for awhile (I think it’s been years).

Here is what Amazon says about the book:

     Isabella, Mary, and Lauren feel like everyone they know is getting married. On Sunday after Sunday, at bridal shower after bridal shower, they coo over toasters, collect ribbons and wrapping paper, eat minuscule sandwiches and cakes. They wear pastel dresses and drink champagne by the case, but amid the celebration these women have their own lives to contend with: Isabella is working a dead-end job, Mary is dating a nice guy with an awful mother, and Lauren is waitressing at a midtown bar and wondering why she’s attracted to the sleazy bartender. 

     With a wry sense of humor, Jennifer Close brings us through those thrilling, bewildering years of early adulthood as she pulls us inside the circle of these friends, perfectly capturing the wild frustrations and soaring joys of modern life.

Look, I don’t like giving bad reviews of things, but I do like to be honest (I want you to trust me, after all). And, although I really got into this book, it wasn’t quite like that description.

There is only one scene that’s really like that — where the women are miserable at a bridal shower. And it was relatable, we’ve all been there.

What I DID like about the book is that it’s the story of four different women, in their late twenties, and they are surrounded by women who are either engaged, married, or having children. And although these women are often dating, they’re not sure if they’re in the relationship that’s going to end up in marriage.

And as someone who has been there, who’s going to be there for probably awhile, it’s a tough place to be, and it’s good to know there are more people like that out there… even if they are fictitious characters!

Other books by Jennifer Close: The Smart One — The Coffey siblings are having a rough year. Martha is thirty and working at J. Crew after a spectacular career flameout; Claire has broken up with her fiancé and locked herself in her New York apartment until her bank account looks as grim as her mood; and the baby of the family, Max, is dating a knockout classmate named Cleo and keeping a very big, very life-altering secret. The only solution—for all of them—is to move back home. 

…Sounds like I need to read that one, too!

Alright, so Tuesday I hosted my very first giveaway! I used the random number generator at to choose the winner:

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So… comment #3 is Beth! Beth, if you’re reading this, email me at Wittywriter7@gmail and we’ll work out the details of getting the book to you. If you didn’t win, I’m going to do another giveaway next week (with a different prize), so keep on trying! Thank you all so much for being loyal readers.

Celeb Crush: Ryan Reynolds.

Um, hi perfect body.

Um, hi perfect body.

Last weekend, I was flipping channels, searching for something I could get lost in for awhile (one of my favorite hobbies), when I came across the movie, “Definitely, Maybe,” starring the one and only Hottie With A Body, Ryan Reynolds.

Good Lord, that man is fwwiiiinnne.

Aside from boy band crushes, Mr. Reynolds might just be my original celeb crush, as I loved watching him on the sitcom “Two Guys, A Girl and a Pizza Place” (1998-2001).

I remember getting the Adidas sneakers, white with three patent orange stripes on the sides, because he had them. Because that would have totally made him fall in love with my 8th grade self, provided we ran into each other on the street.

I have always dreamt big.

Some other movies you might recognize him from include Green Lantern, Smokin’ Aces, Just Friends, Van Wilder, The Proposal, and Buried, among many others.

Many people do know that he’s currently married to the beautiful Blake Lively, but did you know that he was previously married to musical badass, Alanis Morissette, as well as large-lipped Scar-Jo?


People Magazine has a nice timeline with all the details, just for you.

I’ll leave you with another beautiful picture of Mr. Reynolds, looking fine as hell, and just because I love you (and him) — click the pic to watch episode one, from season one of “Two Guys, A Girl and a Pizza Place.”

If I could just...

If I could just…

We might be too proud to admit it as guys, but we still need to learn how to manage responsibility, how to face our challenges.

—Ryan Reynolds

Lessons of ‘The Mary Tyler Moore Show’

You're gonna make it after all...

You’re gonna make it after all…

Boy do I love curling up on my couch for a self-made marathon of “The Mary Tyler Moore Show,” built using my collections of seasons on DVD.

“The Mary Tyler Moore Show” ran for seven seasons, beginning in 1970 — a time when America was going through political change, and women were beginning to experience economic freedom. Feminism was spreading, women were granted the right to vote, and in 1973, women were granted the right to an abortion.

But as the show premiered, the idea of women having freedom was new, so a show about a girl — a single girl — moving out on her own to establish a career was a fresh idea. “The Mary Tyler Moore Show” was the “Sex and the City” of its time.

Starring Mary Tyler Moore (obviously), Valerie Harper (Rhoda), Cloris Leachman (Phyllis), Ted Knight (Ted Baxter), Edward Asner (Lou), and Gavin MacLeod (Murray), the show is centered around Mary and her adventures in working and dating.

What I love about the show is that, aside from its already shocking plot (single woman on her own!!!), the show covers issues that are relevant today, even 40 years later, including equal pay for women, premarital sex, addiction, homosexuality, divorce, infidelity, prostitution, death, adoption, infertility, and heart health.

Here are a few things I’ve learned while watching “The Mary Tyler Moore Show”:

  • Alcohol at work should totally be allowed. Mary’s boss, Lou Grant, is known to keep a bottle of scotch in his bottom desk drawer, and take a swig when times get stressful. That’s a smart man.
  • Sleeping on a pullout sofa bed can be glamorous. Mary’s one-room apartment is cute with its tiny kitchen, dining table, and barely-there closet, leaving Mary to sleep on a pull out bed every night. Yet her place is never messy!
  • Working in the news business is cool. Okay, so Mary’s office isn’t anything special, but at the time, a room full of typewriters and clocks, complete with a coffee pot? BAMF.
  • You’re gonna make it after all. Although Mary dates a few people throughout the show’s entirety, she remains single. And you know what? I think it’s pretty badass. I need more single women role models in my life, and so what if one of them is on a TV show thats 40 years old.

If you want to check out the show for yourself, there’s a ton of episodes on YouTube. Click the pic to get started!

Photo from Time magazine, which named MTM as a show with one of the best pilots ever.

Photo from Time magazine, which named MTM as a show with one of the best pilots ever.

Well I just wanted to let you know that sometimes I get concerned about being a career woman. I get to thinking that my job is too important to me. And I tell myself that the people I work with are just the people I work with. But last night I thought what is family anyway? It’s the people who make you feel less alone and really loved.

—Mary Tyler Moore, as Mary Richards 


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