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The Baby Shower Is in 3 Days… Send Help

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We are officiallyĀ 3 days away from the baby shower!Ā 

I’m back in California, and I will gladly take the Vegas heat over California humidity. Mostly because my mom gave me a silk press before I left Vegas, and this humidity absolutely ruined it. But anyway… onto the main event becauseĀ countdown mode is definitely activated!

On Monday, I started making the soaps that will be part of the goodie bags. It’s a simple melt-and-pour method, so I’m not exactly rebuilding the wheel here.

I’m very thankful that back in June I bought a lot of the things I needed and left myself a very clear list of what still needed to be done and brought to California. At this point, it’s mostly food, candy for the goodie bags, and things needed for the games. Nothing too crazy, right?

Except when Walmart cancels your order, your local Target has some things but not everything, and Amazon suddenly decides to delay your arrival date… suddenly everything feels overwhelming.

So today’s plan is to make the cookies for the baby shower, finish the centerpieces, and attempt to set up the arches I brought.

Did I ever post my full meltdown about how these background arches people rent areĀ $300+ and that doesn’t even include the balloons?!Ā Because as the DIY baddie that I am, I found the arches, covers for the arches, and balloons on AliExpress and Temu. And everything arrived looking exactly like it did online. An absolute GODSEND, if I do say so myself.

I still need to order the pinwheels and cupcakes from Sam’s Club, make the chicken salad, and decide if I want to do a little baby cake for me and Hector just for pictures.

But I’m honestly leaning toward skipping the cake because the more food I have left over, the more food I have to figure out who can take home—or whether it’s going in the trash—because I’m literally going back to Vegas the next day.

And then there’s the whole RSVP situation. Nobody is RSVPing or messagingĀ me. They’re messaging my mom. Which has been… slightly stressful.

I posted about this before, and one of my cousins, who is kind of a bitch, responded, ā€œWell, you don’t respond anyway.ā€

No, bitch.Ā I don’t respond to YOU. There’s a difference.Ā 

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I Wish Schools Still Taught Home Ec

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What’s a thing you wish schools actually taught?

I wish schools still taught home economics. There’s something about watching kids leave high school and realizing that some of them genuinely don’t know how to do basic adult things that makes me think,Ā maybe we should bring this class back.

I know the argument is that it’s the parents’ responsibility to teach their kids how to be functioning adults. And, to a degree, I completely agree. As a parent, it will be my responsibility to teach my daughter how to take care of herself, manage money, cook, clean, do laundry, and generally navigate life.

But I wouldĀ loveĀ for there to be a class at school that could teach my kid something I don’t know how to do.

Because that’s the thing about home ec that I think gets lost when people talk about it today. It wasn’t simplyĀ ā€œhere’s a recipe, now make dinner.ā€Ā At least historically, these classes could cover a surprisingly broad range of practical skills.

Some schools hadĀ simulated homes, with mock living spaces, kitchens with multiple workstations and appliances, and sewing areas where students could actually practice the things they were learning.

There wereĀ practical labsĀ where students learned things like setting a table, doing laundry, ironing, sewing, and constructing garments. You weren’t just sitting at a desk memorizing information. You were actually learning how to do things.

The curriculum could also coverĀ food and nutrition, including meal planning, baking, and cooking. There were lessons onĀ clothing and textiles, such as reading patterns and operating a sewing machine. And there could even be lessons onĀ child care, budgeting, and managing a household.

Now, obviously, some of the old curriculum is incredibly outdated.

I don’t need my daughter learning how to be a perfect housewife whose primary goal is to support her husband. And I definitely don’t think the solution is bringing back a class where girls learn to cook and sew while boys go off and learn something else.

I think everyone should take it.

Boys need to know how to do laundry. Girls need to know how to change a tire. Boys should know how to cook. Girls should know how to balance a budget. Everyone should know how to sew on a button, clean a bathroom, grocery shop, understand basic nutrition, and take care of a home.

And honestly, I’d love for the curriculum to go even further than the traditional home ec classes did.

Teach kids how to make a budget. How credit cards and interest work. How to read a lease before signing it. How to grocery shop without spending your entire paycheck on snacks. How to meal plan. How to do basic sewing and clothing repairs. How to properly clean different surfaces. How to read a nutrition label. Basic cooking techniques instead of just following recipes. Maybe even basic car maintenance and household repairs.

Because there are so many things we assume kids will just magically learn once they become adults.

And sometimes they don’t.

Not because their parents don’t care. Sometimes their parents weren’t taught either. Sometimes they’re working constantly and don’t have the time. Sometimes a kid grows up in a household where certain skills just aren’t needed often enough to learn them. And sometimes you simply don’t know what you don’t know.

That’s why I don’t see a practical-life-skills class as replacing parents. I see it asĀ another resource for parents and kids.

If I can teach my daughter how to cook, great. If her school can teach her how to sew, budget, change a tire, understand a lease, or safely use a power tool, even better.

I don’t want to recreate 1950s home economics.

I want to take the useful parts of it, throw away the outdated gender roles, and create a modernĀ ā€œhow to be a functioning adultā€Ā class.

Honestly, I think I’d sign up for it now. There are definitely things I still don’t know how to do.

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The Baby Shower Menu Has Become a Problem

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I’m trying to order the food for the baby shower and have come across the ultimate question.

How much food isĀ too muchĀ food for a baby shower?

The plan sounds simple, but somehow it feels so complicated to actually execute. I’ve had the menu planned since May, and now I’m revising it because apparently I have no concept of how much food a four-hour baby shower actually needs.

I wanted everything to be based on my pregnancy cravings, so we’re doing tea sandwiches, pinwheels, chicken salad, and a fruit table with apples, watermelon, honeydew, grapes, and cucumbers with chamoy and TajĆ­n. Because honestly, a fruit table feels way better than making a sad salad that nobody is going to eat. And that red dye 40 is basically what got me through the beginning of my pregnancy.

I’m also doing nachos because it should’ve been a pretty obvious sign that I was pregnant when I was eating four plates of nachos with Hot Cheetos, cookies, and cupcakes back in February.

Originally, I was going to add ribs, potato salad, AND chicken… but that is just way too much food. This is a baby shower, not Thanksgiving.

And honestly, this is the exact same thing I did when I was planning the wedding. I went completely overboard with the food. Apparently, I have learned absolutely nothing.

The party is only four hours. It’s supposed to be a cute little lunch, not an all-you-can-eat buffet.

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Mr Sharkie

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He’s not my dog, he’s my mom’s dog.

Sharkie looks like he walked straight out of a Dr. Seuss book. It’s his little paws that really do it.

Sharkie is my mom’s little baby, and while he is genuinely adorable, he is also the biggest scaredy-cat I’ve ever met. He’s afraid of the dark, fireworks, the vet, groomers, men, loud noises… honestly, the list goes on.

And his list of things he hates? Also extensive: men, women, small children, other dogs, and pretty much anyone who isn’t my mom.

He’s a very unique dog because he genuinely does not believe he’s a dog. This is basically the canine version of Clint Eastwood inĀ Gran Torino—just an old, grumpy man glaring at everyone who dares to exist near him.

Every time it’s time for a walk, Sharkie is glaring at anyone and anything in his path like they personally offended him. But the second my mom is home? He’s right back to being her sweet little baby.

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Are We Forgetting How to Write?

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What’s a skill you consider basic, that most people don’t actually know how to do?

Artificial intelligence has become an incredible tool for writers, students, and professionals alike. I use AI grammar editors myself, and I appreciate how quickly they catch mistakes and improve clarity. But lately, I’ve started to wonder if our growing dependence on these tools is causing us to lose one of the most basic skills we were taught in school.

Grammar, spelling, punctuation, and sentence structure aren’t just arbitrary rules. They’re the foundation of effective communication. From elementary school onward, we’re taught how to write clearly so we can express our ideas, communicate professionally, and understand one another. Yet today, many of us type first and rely on AI to fix everything afterward.

The convenience is undeniable, but it comes with a cost. When software automatically corrects every comma, misspelled word, or awkward sentence, we stop paying attention to why the correction was needed. Over time, those skills begin to fade because we no longer practice them ourselves.

I’m not suggesting we abandon AI. These tools are incredibly useful for proofreading, editing, and catching mistakes we might otherwise miss. However, they should enhance our writing—not replace the knowledge behind it.

If we continue to outsource basic writing skills to technology, future generations may never develop the confidence to write well without assistance. AI should be a helpful editor, not a substitute for literacy. The ability to communicate clearly is a lifelong skill, and it’s one worth preserving, even in an age where artificial intelligence can write almost anything for us.

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Hello August

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It’s officially August, which means I’m officially in baby shower countdown mode. OnlyĀ 15 days to go!

Since I’m currently in Las Vegas, I’ve gotten so many questions from family asking if the baby shower is still happening in California. And I’m just… why wouldn’t it be? šŸ˜‚ I’ve been posting about getting my mom’s outfit ready, planning makeup, renting the venue, and all the little details. If anything had changed, trust me, you all would know. I’m such a perfectionist that I would have made at least three posts about it by now.

Now that my little rant is over…

I’m honestly getting so nervous about how everything is going to come together. So far, nobody has RSVP’d, which definitely isn’t helping my anxiety. I’ll be heading back to California on the 8th so I have a full week to finish preparing, grab any last-minute items, organize the food, and hopefully make sure everything runs smoothly.

As stressful as it feels, I know this is just the beginning. I’ve got years of birthday parties, school events, and celebrations ahead of me before this little girl decides she’s too cool for family parties. I think I was around 10 or 11 when I stopped wanting big birthday parties and just wanted to go to the skating rink with my friends instead.

It also helps that she’ll have a fall birthday. My birthdays were always in cold, rainy February, so outdoor parties were basically never an option. She’ll (hopefully) get that beautiful fall weather where picnics, parks, and backyard parties are actually possible.

I think I’ve shared the theme before, but we’re doingĀ Winnie the PoohĀ withĀ ā€œA Little Honey Is on the Way.ā€Ā Think bees, lots of yellow, honey pots, cute games, and all the cozy Hundred Acre Wood vibes. I cannot wait to see it all come together.

I’m probably going to laugh so much that I’ll get myself I’m going into early labor—which is obviously a joke. šŸ˜… I’ll only be 33 weeks at the baby shower, so she needs to stay put a little longer.

I’m just hoping it’s a fun, relaxing day where we get to celebrate this little girl before life gets a whole lot busier.

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July Update: 60 Day Countdown!

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How is July already almost over?

It feels so weird knowing I’ve been in Vegas for almost a month. Somehow this month flew by.

I’m officiallyĀ 31 weeks pregnant, and it’s funny how different the countdown feels depending on how you measure it. Saying I haveĀ 9 weeks leftĀ sounds like forever. Saying I haveĀ 60 days until my due date? Suddenly it feels like this baby could be here tomorrow.

As of today, I have:

  • 60 days until my due date.
  • 18 days until my baby shower.
  • Absolutely no idea how many days until this baby actually decides to make her grand entrance.

Everyone keeps telling me stories about how their babies came two or three weeks early. Let’s all collectively pray this little girl decides to arrive on her due date… and let’s also pray Hector gets approved for an apartment soon.

I thought I’d have a much bigger update this month, but honestly my sleep schedule has been completely out of whack. I somehow bruised my back, and I swear my hips have become completely misaligned from sleeping on my side every night. It’s been a whole vibe over here.

At this point, I’m definitely ready to not be pregnant anymore… but baby still needs to cook a little longer.

The weird thing is I don’t actually feel much different than I did in June. Like I’ve said before, I still haveĀ zeroĀ nesting instincts. My pregnancy books keep insisting that around 31 weeks Braxton Hicks contractions usually start picking up, and to that I simply say… absolutely not. Please and thank you. I’d be perfectly happy if they waited.

One thing I wasn’t expecting? Being separated from Hector has completely ruined our plan to stay on top of all the movies we wanted to see this year. Where’s my midnight showing ofĀ Spider-Man? I’m not doing that alone.

And, somehow, bringing a tiny human into the world also means I’ll miss seeing aĀ Hunger GamesĀ movie in theaters for the very first time. I’ve seen all five on the big screen, so ending that streak feels oddly emotional. Especially since it’s the one I know will hurt the most to watch.Ā 

Pregnancy really is full of unexpected milestones.

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Emily Henry, We Need to Talk About That Ending

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If you could rewrite any book’s ending, which one would you choose?

āš ļø Spoiler warning forĀ Happy PlaceĀ by Emily Henry! āš ļø

This was one of those books I found through BookTok, and while I really enjoyed it overall, there’s one thing about the ending I just can’t stop thinking about.

For anyone who hasn’t read it yet,Ā Happy PlaceĀ is a second-chance romance about Harriet and Wyn, a couple who secretly broke up months ago but decide to pretend they’re still together during one last vacation with their close-knit group of friends. It’s funny, emotional, and explores friendship, love, burnout, and figuring out who you are outside of everyone else’s expectations.

Okay, this is where the spoilers really begin.

If I could change the ending ofĀ Happy PlaceĀ by Emily Henry, it would be this:

HarrietĀ doesn’tĀ abandon her residency and entire medical career to become an amateur potter—a career that definitely isn’t paying off those student loans anytime soon.

Instead, she realizes that her current specialty is destroying her mental health, switches to one that’s a better fit, and transfers her residency somewhere closer to home.

Seriously! Why couldn’t she have become the small town’s primary care physician? It would’ve made so much more sense. She still could’ve ended up with the Wyn, she’d get to keep the career she’d worked years for, and the town would actually gain a desperately needed doctor. To me, that feels like a much more satisfying—and realistic—happy ending.

Maybe that’s just the practical side of me talking, but I would’ve loved an ending that showed you don’t have to abandon everything you’ve worked for to build a happier life.

What do you think? If you’ve readĀ Happy Place, would you keep the ending as it is, or would you rewrite it too?

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Building the Community I Wish Existed

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What’s your biggest dream?

The older I get, the sillier my biggest dream sounds.

I want to do something that makes a difference.

Not in a ā€œchange the entire worldā€ kind of way, but in a way that changesĀ someone’sĀ world. I want to encourage people to be a little kinder, a little more hopeful, a little more content with the lives they already have.

That’s why I wanted to be a teacher when I was younger. It’s why I started this blog. It’s why I still want to write a novel someday. It’s why I’ve always wanted a YouTube channel.

I don’t want to be a motivational speaker or give TED Talk-style life advice. I don’t have all the answers.

I want to be the person saying, ā€œHey, I’m kind of a mess too. Here’s how I’m learning to be content with my life. Maybe something here will help you be content with yours.ā€

The problem is… I have very little faith in myself.

I recently realized I inherited that from my mom.

Shocker.

Despite that, I still keep coming back to the same dream: I want to build community.

It feels like something we’re desperately missing. There are people trying to create it, and I love seeing that, but it also feels like so many opportunities to connect come with a price tag.

I wanted to join a Silent Book Club, but they met at a cafĆ© where everyone was expected to spend at least $5 every visit. Five dollars isn’t much on its own, but meeting twice a week adds up quickly.

I joined a women’s walking group and genuinely loved it. Then gas prices climbed, and driving to the meetup every week became harder to justify.

I even considered joining a pickleball league, but by the time you buy athletic clothes, a paddle, balls, and decent shoes if you don’t already own them, it’s another expensive hobby.

Maybe this is something I notice more because I’m broke.

Or maybe a lot more people feel this way than we realize.

I want to find ways for people to spend time together that don’t require constantly opening their wallets. Places where you can show up exactly as you are, without feeling like community is another subscription service.

Maybe that’s the dream I’ve been chasing all along.

I don’t know exactly what it’ll look like yet.

I just know I want to create something that makes people feel a little less alone.

And I believe I’ll find that community someday.

It might take a while, but I think it’ll be worth the wait.

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The best way to accidentally concern your elderly family

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The best way to accidentally concern your elderly family:

Apparently, all you have to do is acknowledge One Direction’s 16th anniversary.

The trend is simple: post a picture of yourself at the age you discovered One Direction (I was 13), don’t use a One Direction photo, and play a sad One Direction song in the background. I usedĀ Night Changes, but honestly any emotional song works.

What IĀ didn’tĀ realize is that this looks exactly like the kind of post someone makes before announcing terrible news.

My family immediately thought something was wrong. They were texting and calling to make sure I was okay and that nothing had happened with the pregnancy.

And I’m sitting there trying to explain…

ā€œNo, no, everything’s fine! I’m just emotional because it’s been 16 years since One Direction was formed.ā€

To be fair… the pregnancy hormones definitely made it hit harder.

It’s also the second anniversary since Liam’s passing. And I think that’s what really gets me. We were told they were just taking a short break. We all genuinely believed they’d reunite someday. Maybe not tomorrow or next year, but eventually.

Now we know that reunion can never happen the way we all imagined it.

So yes, I was crying over a boy band.

The baby is perfectly fine. My family, however, now knows that pregnancy hormones plus One Direction nostalgia is apparently enough to trigger a full wellness check.

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