Vintage Valentine's Day Ads

One of my favorite things to do is look at old ads and read the messaging on them because they really show a sign of the times. So I dug up some vintage Valentine's Day ads that are sure to make you say "W-T-F," because nothing says "Lollipop" like swinging in your underwear!

And last but not least, my favorite way to apologize. Had to throw this in despite it not being a Valentine's Day ad.

Life Updates N' Stuff

Oh my gosh, hey. It's been a while since I've blogged on here. TBT to my early twenties when this was bursting with awful dating stories I don't wish to rehash and passive aggressive letters to guys that broke my heart. YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID.

When I first started this blog, blogging was so cool. In fact, it was the shit. This was before Snapchat and Instagram, and now when I send a tweet about a new post, it gets totally loss in the abyss because Twitter has changed.

My very first post on here dates back to May of 2008, and no, do not look for it because it's God awful. But it's pretty awesome to look back on the posts I've shared, the contributions from you guys and the countless tears I've shed over lame dudes.

So, if you were wondering what I've been up to since the posts began to run dry, I've been working a full-time career in the marketing world as a copywriter... mostly for television. Working a lot leaves me little time to brain vomit on here after long work weeks because by the time the weekend hits, all I cant think about is sleep. My alcohol tolerance has dropped at a staggering rate, so instead of the usual handful of vodka tonics it used to take me to get white girl wasted, one glass of wine has me prank calling Costco to ask if they have a discount on coffins in no time.

I've hit the point in my life where I wish I wore more eye cream/sunscreen/lotion/full body coverups in my early twenties to prevent skin cancer, and think I see gray hairs all the time.

I'm also a mom now... to a sassy little corgi, and I've been in a serious relationship for almost five years. In fact, we recently we got engaged.

And that's it! I'd love to make a big statement about how I'll start blogging more on here, but come on. Let's be real. I'm not a stay-at-home corgi mom. I'm a working mom.

WCW: Julianne Moore in Magnolia

Can we take a moment to appreciate Julianne Moore in Magnolia? That haircut. That coat. That lipstick. Everything. I'm feelin' it. And on top of all this, she honestly looks the same today to me (the movie was released in 1999).

Deep Thoughts on Losing a Soul Mate

This is a blog post I've had saved in my drafts for a while because I didn't really know what to say about it, I just knew how it made me feel.

A few months ago I read an article about Celine Dion's husband who was dying from throat cancer. In the article, Celine detailed his illness and what was to come in his final days, but what struck me most was what he told her before he died: "Rene says to me, 'I want to die in your arms.'"

How's that for hitting you right in the feels?

This brought tears to my eyes then, and still does today, because reading that made me not only empathize for her, but it made me think hard about true love.

It made me realize true love is more than saying "I love you," it's recognizing you can't live without someone, and feeling heartbreak over the thought of not having that person wake up beside you, or laugh over the same stupid joke someday.

Watching your soul mate die in your arms has to be the biggest challenge life can hand you. Celine's a rock.

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Should you text your ex?

Keep this in your back pocket for the next time you down a bottle of sauv blanc and find yourself about to hit send on a likely regrettable text.

And in case you're wondering, the answer is pretty much always "no," unless you're in jail and the only phone number you can remember is his. And even that's pushing it.