Do I have hair extensions?
No, I don’t have them in anymore. I had hair extensions after I had my first child because I lost so much hair. I then kept them in through my second baby boy, but I finally took them out about three years ago and have LOVED the freedom of having no hair extensions! Don’t get me wrong, they were awesome, but the maintenance was too much for me.
Do you have eyelash extensions?
No, I used to have these as well. I got eyelash extensions about six years ago when it was first blowing up, and I did not have a very good experience. My eyes ended up getting completely swollen and I lost almost all of my real lashes. I have been so scared ever since to try it again. I also use an AMAZING mascara so I feel like I don’t need them.
What is my diet?
I actually have a pretty high in fat diet, but eat very few carbs. If you’re familiar with the Ketogenic diet, it is most similar to that, however not as strict. I’m going to write a blog about what a week of my eating looks like, so stay tuned!
Do I workout?
Not really. I did BBG last year before my Hawaii trip, but I honestly never made it past week 13! My plan is to start again, but I just haven’t yet. I eat really well for the most part, so that’s how I stay fit! Plus, I have 3 little boys with quite a lot of energy to chase after every day!
Why did I start blogging?
Honestly, I followed a lot of really amazing Blogger’s, and I would always look and think I could do this too, but then quite honestly was too scared to jump in. I was worried that it was too saturated of a space, and I wouldn’t be successful. But then, with the support of my husband and a few close friends I took the risk and jumped right in! I have a degree
in Broadcast Journalism, and I have always loved to write, so I though combining my love to write and fashion was a no brainer. I wrote a blog about this here.
From Slightly stalkerish to My Husband All in 8 Months
No, I didn´t marry a stalker. My husband, Patrick, truly is the best man I´ve ever met, and that´s saying A LOT because I have an incredible father and brother.
But, my husband did have some creepy-like behavior when we first met…well, at least I saw it that way back then.
In 2012, my 3-year-old (Cash) and I moved to Seattle, where I had received a promotion at the local CBS television station. One of my new clients was a home improvement company, and the owner of that company was Patrick´s father.
One day I had to pick up some marketing material from the company, and my client, Patrick´s father, was out of town. Patrick was there instead. And I have to admit, I was taken aback at how attractive he was. BUT, that quickly went away after he started speaking. He was extremely arrogant and went out of his way to make my requests more difficult (He would later tell me that he was making sure to put me in my place as he too thought I was maybe a little arrogant). I was mentoring a girl at the time who would later become a great friend of mine (I digress). I remember saying to her as we were leaving how irritating he was, although really good looking.
Growing up I always wanted to be a career woman. Ambitious, well-dressed, and completely independent. I could see it perfectly in my mind.
As I was raised in a big family in rural Washington, there were always so many kids in the house. I was an Aunt at the young age of 12, and took that job seriously (well, as seriously as a 12-year-old possibly could). It was going to be the coolest aunt ever. And for me, it was enough. I hadn’t planned on ever having my own kids. Or even getting married for that matter.
You know how sometimes, even when your childhood is a happy one, you want a completely different experience once you’re an adult? That was my case. I wanted to see what big city life had to offer. I was hungry for opportunity. I wanted to conquer the world.
And along the way, I got pregnant. And it wasn’t planned. Yet, there was no doubt in my mind to accept this great responsibility.
I hear that many women love to be pregnant….they feel amazing….they have this “glow.”
That wasn’t me. I hated being pregnant. I felt it was the worst version of myself, and this made me wonder if I was even going to be maternal.
But once they put little Cash in my arms, all my doubts slipped away. I had never been more certain of anything in my life. My mission was to be a mom.
I know what you’re thinking… how can a girly girl be a tomboy? But I’m serious, this was the story of my life during childhood!
We grew up on a farm in Eastern Washington, and all 5 of us children were expected to get our hands dirty and help out. I had no problem with that, but my parents had to tear me away from my dress-up games each time. Like a lot of little girls, I was always in my mom’s closet, raiding her clothes and jewelry, as I wobbled around in her high heels, experimenting with her make-up. I’m sure I looked funny….and maybe even a bit clown-like…..but I didn’t exactly look like a farm girl.
I also loved watching sports, so I found myself with more guy friends. I always had more in common with the guys than the girls. Football is my absolute favorite and I’m a Chicago Bears fan through and through! It’s been a brutal 10 years to be a fan, but it doesn’t stop me from traveling to Chicago every year to watch my boys play. Plus, has anybody else out there choreographed a Superbowl Shuffle? I think not. And come on, who doesn’t like tailgating parties?? Yep, just one of the boys….but with pretty outfits.