Important Everyday Safety Tips

When I was young, my mom really hit the whole ‘stranger danger’ thing really hard, so much so that I’m still scared of being kidnapped and play various dangerous scenarios in my head to come up with plans of action. Totally normal, right? I remember actually role playing stranger danger situations with my mom and sister, and I always knew never to answer the door if my mom wasn’t home. My mom would go over all different situations we could be in, and maybe this is the reason I’m still somewhat paranoid, but I’m so thankful to have this extra little suspicious edge.

When my parents were first married, my mom fought off an attacker who attempted to assault her during the day in their home. The attacker, posing as a flower delivery man, had a gun and bag full of supplies, including duct tape. My mom’s ability to think, act, fight, and flee without thinking probably saved her life. Her bravery and mental strength made me question how I would instinctively act in a dangerous situation.

Concealing Routine for Blemishes

I always envisioned clear, perfect skin in my twenties- isn’t that what’s supposed to happen? Well, my lucky hormones and I never were never blessed with perfect skin, often leaving me turning down social invites last minute, feeling self-conscious in brightly lit spaces, and even opting for a band aid over pesky breakouts a la Carrie in Sex and the City.

Instead of letting my problem skin take over my life, I decided to figure out how to best conceal my blemishes instead. I’m not great with makeup nor am I willing to spend a lot of money for products, so any makeup and techniques I use are completely accessible.

Simple Skinny Smashed Banana Cookies (done two ways!)

Ingredients:

2 overly ripe bananas

1 C old fashioned oats (uncooked)

1 t vanilla

Cocoa Coconut

¼ C chocolate chips

1 t cocoa powder

½ C coconut flakes

1 t sweetener (optional)

Peanut Butter Raisin

1 T natural peanut butter

1 t cinnamon

¼ C raisins

Holidays, Parties, and Bumps, Oh My!

How to survive parties when you feel like a frumpy blob.

Today I am 35 weeks pregnant, and something magical happened to me.

I woke up with painfully swollen, tingling feet, fingers, and even my sleepy face was a little puffy. My butt seemed to have expanded overnight, and the one part of me I always like, my arms, even lost their toned definition. I resembled a marshmallow. What happened in those 12 restless hours?

Sorry, did I say “magical?” I meant unfortunate.

 

DIY Mod Podge Letters

Supplies You Need:

Scrapbook paper
(Hobby Lobby has a beautiful collection, and another personal favorite of mine is my Anna Griffin paper pack). Depending on the look you want and how many letters you’re using, you can choose a variety of patterns.

Mod Podge
I prefer it in matte finish
Cardboard or wooden letters

Foam Brushes
(these are very cheap) or paint brush

Scissors and Pencil

Credit Card
(to smooth out bubbles and do online shopping while you’re waiting for coats to dry!)

Spray Paint
(optional)

Boys Club: No Girls Allowed

Where do women fit into a male-dominated workplace?

I have been reading various articles of female discrimination in the workplace and couldn’t figure out how to best capture these stories and summarize them all for you. They are such personal, compelling, maddening stories and I feared I wouldn’t be able to properly capture each lady’s tales. After toying with the idea of telling my own story for quite some time, I decided honesty and full disclosure is the best policy. My story may not run as deep or be as severe as many of the articles I read, but it my own. I hesitated to write about my struggles in a past workplace that I truly loved so many things about; I learned a lot about myself, developed strong professional and personal relationships, and had opportunities to showcase my professional abilities. This workplace also became my family. That being said, I’ll share some of the challenges I faced that perhaps shows subtleties of gender discrimination against women. Am I being too sensitive and complaining, or did I have a legitimate reason to feel ostracized? You decide.