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Big Ol’ Implants

I’m tellin’ ya girls, you need to think long and hard before you get those fake boobies…

Several years ago when I got my breast implants I was a mere 107 lbs. Thanks in large part to my baby’s ginormous appetite. That little piggy literally sucked the pounds off of my postpartum body! Unfortunately, she also sucked the life outta my boobs. So, naturally I did what all the other aspiring hot soccer moms did…I took out a home equity line of credit (plenty of those to go around back in 2005) and...

Power Trippin’

I recently received an e-mail from a woman about a “relationship” she was in. Her dude treats her like garbage! Tells her she could be in better shape and that she could be prettier if she tried a little harder. Also, he NEVER includes her in outings with his friends. Even so, this woman is smitten by this douche-dude. In fact, she said…

…“He’s the only guy that I have been entranced by. I run over to his house as soon as I get a text saying ‘come over’. Please help me stop, Chrissy!”

Sigh. So...

Dress Your Age, Not Your Botox Injection Count

A visit to the mall left me scratching my head…again. Nor sure if you remember my extreme hatred of all girls/women that wear pajamas out in public-but, it’s real and it’s extreme!!!!!! But, if it’s at all possible, I might hate something else even more!

Yesterday, while I was getting my weekly retail fix, I noticed an unusually large amount of exposed leg, a ton of boob and so much ass-crack revealing big booty that it would make Sir Mix-A-Lot regret the day he ever encouraged it with ‘Baby G...

what a difference a day makes

“We want people to either love it or hate it. No inbetweeners…bad for business.”

My editors words are framed next to my computer and thank God they’re there. They prevent me from becoming a raging alcoholic and drowning in my filthy swimming pool.

Yesterday was sooooo good! Remember? I was hungover from celebrating my first official review of The Life List. Although, I guess if the review was bad I still would’ve been hungover, but fortunately for us life listers, it was FANTASTIC! Anyway, afte...

Thanks for delivering!

A few of my absolute FAVORITE (unedited) Unsolicited Advice emails that streamed in this week…

Stop taking pictures of your food and posting it to facebook. Nobody cares what you’re eating, where you’re eating it and if you like it or not. Your lame attempt to look cool and make me feel like your life is somehow better than mine backfires every time. You bore me and all of your other “friends”.

Could this be any more true?

This is going to sound shallow. My pet peeve is folks who live in a neigh...

Thanks for delivering gals!

A few of my absolute FAVORITE (unedited) Unsolicited Advice emails that streamed in this week…

Stop taking pictures of your food and posting it to facebook. Nobody cares what you’re eating, where you’re eating it and if you like it or not. Your lame attempt to look cool and make me feel like your life is somehow better than mine backfires every time. You bore me and all of your other “friends”.

Could this be any more true?

This is going to sound shallow. My pet peeve is folks who live in a neigh...

what’s your mark?

Some would say I was a successful fashion executive. But, I for one will tell you that I certainly didn’t do anything monumental in my career to leave any kind of mark on the fashion world when I die. This never bothered me. I’m a wife and a mother. Who isn’t? Unless I get brutally murdered, I’ll never be mentioned in the news. Even so, this never disturbed me. I’m a good citizen and a generous friend. But, big whoop. Neither of those things will make people pause long after my death and say,...

Saying Goodbye

When someone or something I love dies, it’d be refreshing to know I did everything I could while they were alive to make their days better.

So far, with every death I’ve endured, this has not been the case. And, it might be the reason why I live with so much regret.

I try to do good things! Sometimes it seems like all of my days are filled with doing something obligatory for someone to some how diminish the inevitable regret that’s gonna be there when they die. I make calls I don’t feel like m...

Careful what you say at Starbucks…

…I might be listening!

It took me FOUR years to write The Life List! Yeah…yeah…I know that’s a long time, but I had a good reason (which I don’t feel like explaining to you at the minute). Anyway, during that time I spent most of my productive writing hours at my neighborhood Starbucks here in Portland. Call me crazy, but I need chaos in order to think clearly. The quiet of my home office only makes my mind drift off to things like laundry, credit card payments and dust! Lots and lots of dust!...

what the f*ck does it mean?

Once a month I play poker with a buncha chicks. Unlike men, we find it impossible, almost excruciating, to JUST play cards for three hours in a row. Don’t get me wrong, we’re total card sharks! A bunch of wild women that could easily blend into any high stakes table in Vegas. But…we’re women and doing ONE thing at a time, for HOURS at a time is…well, it’s BORING!

Bitches gotta multi-task!

The cure for our poker boredom comes in the form of another type of card, the question and answer card! You...