My relationship with my cell phone? It’s complicated. I hate it. I lose it multiple times a day. I am always checking something on it, fueling my anxiety. And while it is a phone, you should absolutely never call me on it. I do not like talking on the phone. I will text all day and night, but I don’t actually want to converse. I told you… it’s complicated.

I was asked this week what I thought was the difference between laziness and leisure and was shocked that I didn’t have an answer. I sat and thought about it and still no answer.

I think this one is very personal to everyone. One person’s leisure may be another one’s lazy

When I was seriously dating my husband, I realized that not only was I choosing a life with him, but I was choosing one with his daughter as well. I would not only be a wife, but I would be a step-mom to a 9 year-old girl. I fully admit that I didn’t have a clue what step-parenting would be like

Cats rule. Ok, maybe not rule, but they really are my preferred pet.

I know dog lovers would likely consider that statement an invitation to a fight but hear me out on this one.

You’ve seen Mean Girls, right?

Great movie of course (if you haven’t seen it, watch it!) and clearly an exaggeration...but don’t we all know people who have acted exclusionary like this at some point in our lives?

Friendships remind me so much of plants and flowers. There have been friendships that have faded away naturally after completing their purpose. These are my annuals. There are others that have stood the test of time and require little maintenance. These are my succulents. There are friends for various stages of my life, I am grateful for every single one as each is unique.

Women’s relationships are complicated. I think this observation probably ranks as one of the biggest understatements of the year….maybe ever. But friends are important for so many reasons. We need to make them a priority in life.

I met my husband the old fashioned way. In person. For someone who treated online dating like an Olympic sport, I am still surprised I met my husband this way. No swiping. No pre-date texting to analyze his grammar and emoji usage. In the modern dating world, meeting IRL seems sort of unusual, doesn’t it? After swiping through every eligible bachelor within a 20 mile radius, I thought I had seen every single or pretending-to-be single man. And then one day there he was: this tall, bald man wearing his giant headphones and his signature zip up hoodie, walking his dog in front of my condo. He was my adorable neighbor two doors down, the single dad with the cute little girl and the black Goldendoodle.

I met my husband, Tim on Match.com. He likes to tell a story to anyone that asks how we met, that he was pole dancing and stripping down on the Block and I was the prosecutor in court after he was arrested.  He really gets into the story (he is quite the storyteller!) and even throws in some moves.  He has his schtick down.  It’s always good for a laugh or two, but when I cut in and tell people we met on Match.com they are often incredulous. 

Pantyhose and I have had a love/hate relationship for many years.  It has also been a source of many a conversation between Tasha and myself.  Some of you may read this and think, why do they even care about pantyhose?  Does it even still exist?  The answer is yes it does and yes, some of us still wear it.

I am not sure that there will ever be a consensus on anything related to women’s fashion, especially at work, but I do think it’s fair to draw the line, or at a minimum, question whether there should be rules on women’s undergarments.