Since our wedding is a little over six months away and we’re starting to really take our health seriously, the fridge is starting to look a different these days.
Mom, if you’re reading this please just turn back now.
With my wedding coming up next year, I’ve cut WAY back on shopping. Meaning, I only go shopping about once a month instead of every other week as I did in the past. Since my budget is pretty strict, I’ve found workarounds that allow for me to indulge in yet another one of my guilty pleasures.
There are a lot of things that I think should be a certain way. I should always get at least eight hours of sleep. Lunch should always be healthy while dessert should not. Chik-fil-a should stay open on Sunday, or at least deliver. Your toenails should always be painted if you’re wearing sandals.
It’s Christmas time, which means snuggly blankets, hot coco and quality time with your significant other. For those of us who would like our men to stick around in 2019, putting some thought into a Christmas gift can be crucial.
If you take away nothing else from my blog, I really hope these tips will be useful especially for us 20-somethings striving to live comfortably with our 9-5 salaries.
This year, since my birthday is just a week before Turkey Day and I recently moved to a new apartment, I decided to combine the festivities and hold a Friendsgiving party.
When I applied for college I only applied to three schools. After visiting several universities, when I toured Howard University I instantly knew I’d be a Bison. I applied to two other colleges as back-up, but at after graduation I went with my first choice. My bridal dress shopping experience was no different.
So as you all know I am engaged, and with engagement comes several obligatory events leading up to the wedding. There’s the venue hunt, engagement photos, dress shopping, the bridal shower, etc. So far, we’ve got two items crossed off the list.
For years, I’ve turned down plenty of invitations to join friends at Bikram and hip-hop yoga classes because I felt once I made the jump to yoga, I’d become a pretentious L.A. hipster who prides themselves on drinking organic beer.