As those of you closest to me know, I love me a little celebrity news! I mean, really, don't most of us?

Even though I don't regularly watch the show, I do enjoy reading about all things Kardashian, and Baby Kimye was no exception. When her name was announced to the world, I was just as excited to hear as every other loser anybody.

But, I also love me a good witty tweet, and with a name like North West, there were some good ones!

My favorite one happens to be fake, but that doesn't make it any less funny, or share worthy!




Apparently, this picture surfaced on a tumblr page, and was never actually posted to Taylor Swift's twitter, but I bet she wished it was! (I know I do)

Just in case you need a reminder, here's the infamous situation in all of it's glory! Enjoy!

Day 2, Thursday: Educate us on something you know a lot about or are good at.

When I first started this blog, it was because I wanted to get back into writing. I loved to write in school, and I always had this dream of becoming a writer. After graduating though, I let it all go by the wayside, and I didn't write anything for a long, long time. I don't think I realized how much I missed it until I started again, and I've been having so much fun with it!

Since I've gotten more into this whole blogging thing though, I've noticed my interest is being pulled in another direction. Something that I think I would really love to get into.

I'm talking about graphic/blog design! I love things that look pretty, and when I see some people's blogs, I am just so curious about how it was created! Not that I want to copy what anyone else has, but there are just so many cool things you can do to make your space unique.

After poking around a bit, I realized the source of most of this awesomeness is Photoshop (duh). But, you see, I can't really afford Photoshop. If I thought I was going to be able to make money off of using it, then I would invest, but that's not something I see happening anytime soon, if ever.

Luckily, I found something for poor little girls like me, and that would be pixlr. I'm sure a lot of you probably know what I'm talking about, because it is the coolest thing ever. You get the professionalism of Photoshop, with an even better price tag! In case you were wondering, that price tag is free.



I'm sure that overall, Photoshop probably runs circles around pixlr, especially in it's newer editions, but I'm really loving it anyway! There are a lot of things you can do, and I'm having a blast messing around and editing graphics. I would love to re-design the whole look of my blog to make it more custom, but there's still a lot I don't know yet. I'm definitely working on it though, and I hope to have a new look sooner rather than later.

So, if you're looking for a good place to edit photos, I would definitely recommend you check it out!

I'm Molly Mae, the voice over at MaeLiveFree, and I'm pretty excited to offer up some grade-A embarrassing story over here today! Lucky for me, and you, it's a love story too. This guest appearance came about in competition (which is actually pretty typical of me and Amy, as are embarrassing stories really). When I recommended choice literature for her to read, and then noticed that she was as unmotivated to read it as I was I said, "Hey, let's say whoever finishes first does a post for the other?" She agreed.

Amy and I go a long way back! We met on my second day of school in Marsing, that little town in Idaho she loves, when we were ten year olds. She was my first best friend in that new school. Then my nemesis, and back and forth it went all the way to graduation. We were pretty similar, both oldest siblings, both loved reading and singing cheesy pop music, both highly opinionated, both royal pains I'm sure as well... We could have been a great pair of friends if we didn't insist on butting heads, and when we were, we were. For some reason though, we couldn't resist a little competition. During the times we got along we had a lot of fun, like at our 8th grade basketball season end party (it's still weird that I ever played basketball) when we were in this weird and apparently hilarious competition of offensive and non-sensical words with Cera and Danielle at a Chinese restaurant. We've also witnessed some embarrassing moments of each other's.  Like me tripping up the stairs at the basketball game we went to at the same party, and tearing my shin up. Or when Amy forgot the words to her solo at one of our Christmas concerts... In the spirit of our history, and her penchants for sharing embarrassing stories here that's what I want to share with you (her awesome readers) today.

On June 7, 2009, I met this random stranger of a guy on facebook (Myspace was losing steam). He sent me a friend request and I accepted just so I could look at his private profile and write him off as a creep...and instead my curiosity was piqued. I thought there was a really good chance that I could love him. Crazy, I know. Especially considering I had just broken off my engagement with my high school sweetheart. Even more so because I had decided that I was really thrilled at the prospect of self-exploration. I told my mom maybe the DAY BEFORE that I would never date someone I met on the internet...then he showed up. It was the worst timing for romance too! My dad had just moved out, and my great grandma was in bad shape with dementia in a nursing home. But for some reason I felt so compelled to know this guy, so I called him out, and messaged him saying that we could be friends as long as he actually wanted to socialize. He thought my initiative was charming and eloquent, so we started talking, via message and text, and I knew I was in trouble! We texted almost non-stop for two days, he stayed up late to talk to me while I stayed up for 64 hours straight in the nursing home leading up to my grandma's passing. Then we decided to meet. He drove 26 miles to pick me up for our first date (I didn't have a car or license at 19!) and when I let him in the door my heart hit the roof. I KNEW that he was my life from that moment on, it was like I'd been hit by a speeding train, and that he had a specific gravitational pull that affected only me. It was the craziest. When we got in his truck he said I smelled delicious and I giggled because my perfume was DKNY Be Delicious.


Fast forward through half a day spent at his apartment just talking like old friends and watching a movie...I meet his roomate, and then his best friend and his girlfriend. The two latter, this fella, and myself decide to go out to his favorite sushi restaurant for dinner. I'm equal parts excited and mortified. I had always wanted to try sushi, but I wasn't the biggest fan of seafood. So off we went in his truck, onto the freeway, when he realized he forgot his wallet. His best friend laughed and remarked on how common that was, and we exited to go back and get it. We arrive at the sushi restaurant and the gentlemen proceed to do the ordering, they know what's good, I trust them. The sushi arrives and we share 4 rolls. Thing to note: I've never REALLY used chopsticks before, so they give me a lesson. I managed to grab a piece of the Spicy Hawaiian roll and bring it to my mouth. Everyone is talking and carrying on, and I'm trying to figure out how to eat it without looking gross or stupid because it's huge! I decide to bite off half of it and the whole thing starts crumbling like a old house being demolished. My mouth is full, and I'm helpless, and suddenly all eyes are on me... I quickly bring my free hand up to cover my mouth and attempt to chew and push the rest into my mouth while they are looking at me: one smugly, one laughing, and one acting like nothing is happening. The latter being my date thank God, he doesn't seem like I've embarrassed him. The good news is that it was delicious, and also that it wasn't the last date like I feared.

We were pretty much inseparable after that first date, I practically lived at his apartment at least half of the week until I did move in, in October. Somewhere in that still-dating-and-not-yet-one-hundred-percent-comfortable stage we were out at KFC eating lunch, those bowls with mashed potatoes, corn, chicken, cheese, and gravy AKA failure piles in a sadness bowl (forgive the strong language, but watch it, do it). We were sitting in a booth, facing each other, and talking about something that I was apparently excited about and I had set my plastic spork down in the bowl to talk with my hands. Are you starting to see the danger here? No, read on...at some point my hand started to come down, hovering somewhere above the spork for a split second (imagine this scene in slow motion, it's best) before coming down and scattering flinging the heck out of mashed potatoes all over me, my face, the table, and probably across the restaurant, but none on my laughing boyfriend. Some guys might have up and run out on a girl then, or grabbed me and got me out of there fast, but he didn't. If I hadn't already known he was the one, I would have learned it then.

As if those two ugly faced, slobby food scenarios weren't bad enough, things like this happen with me all the time...dipping my hair in farina, slopping coffee all over my face and chest, dropping a glob of ketchup on my swaddled nursing newborn, etc. Even today! After spending 10 minutes hand grinding coffee beans for my aeropress coffee, I set out to remove the bottom canister of the hand grinder and dropped the grounds all over the floor. This time my now husband was covered in my shame as well, standing a little too close when it happened.

I'm lucky to have such a soul to witness my awkward encounters though, and reminded of this everyday. He wrote in his wedding vows that it wasn't despite things like me flinging mashed potatoes in my face that he loved me, but because of them. If that's not a victory for the grace challenged like myself, then I don't know what is.


Thanks for having me here! Maybe I'll see you around my corner of the internet sometime. ;)

As some of you may or may not have noticed, I added Dane's and my love story to my pages. Because I'm sure you were all waiting on pins and needles for it! I actually really enjoy reading about other people's love stories. How they met, what all went down. There are some really sweet ones out there! So, if you're interested in reading about how an Idaho girl fell in love with an Oregon boy, check it out.

In honor of me finally posting that, I wanted to share another special gem with you all! It's the story of the most unforgettable anniversary we've ever had! (And not for the reasons some of you may be thinking).

It was our second wedding anniversary. We decided to stay close to home, and just go out for a romantic dinner. We chose a restaurant a little further away than normal, and a little more expensive too!

Fun fact, it was so expensive that I decided to buy the gift card pack from Costco. Yeah.

I remember really looking forward to it, because even though we went on date nights a lot, I'd heard a lot of good things about the restaurant. You could even buy cigars from them and smoke on the deck off of the lounge! If that is not the epitome of classiness, I just don't know what is.

For the most part, everything was going great! The food was delicious, and since I had gotten a 20% savings on the gift card, we decided to order appetizers, as well as entrees. Big spenders over here, look out! As a result, we decided to opt out of dessert. Fast forward to the end of our meal (where I had finished off ALL of my food), and the staff decided to surprise us! In honor of our anniversary, they gave us a free dessert. It even came with a little card, signed by all of them. It was very sweet!

The dessert was just as good as the rest of the food. It was a delicious peach cobbler, with cinnamon and nutmeg. So, so good. So good, that I didn't stop eating, even though I was so stuffed! This was the start of my problem.

After we finished, we left the restaurant. I remember feeling like I hadn't ate that much food in a long, long time. And that I probably didn't need to eat ever again! We were both in minor food comas, and we just wanted to go home and go to bed. Just a few minutes after we started driving, it happened.

"It" would be the weirdest burp/cough thing in the world, which resulted in my vomiting all over myself!

I was horrified! And covered. My hands, my lap, my purse. All covered in regurgitated peach cobbler.

I'm sure you are wondering what exactly in the world happened, so let me explain. Dane likes to make fun of me and say that I over ate to the point of throwing up, but I don't think that was  know that wasn't the case!

We've all had that moment where you burp after a meal, and a little bit comes up into your throat. Don't act like you've never done it. It is so gross, and super unpleasant when it happens! Body fluids are supposed to stay in their designated spot, darn it!

So, this was just that. Whenever I burped, I felt some of that dessert start to come up with it! In that same split second, before I could do anything to stop it, I coughed! That projected everything that was in my throat, up into my mouth! It happened so fast, that there was no time for me to try to control anything!

You can only imagine how disgusting it was. Here I am, covered in my own vomit, gagging, nothing to clean up with, and the car was filled with the smell! Puke and nutmeg. Obviously it took a while to be able to eat nutmeg again.

Dane was freaking out, and so was I. It was a very miserable 30 minute drive home. It was cold, so I wanted the heater on. Which only pushed the smell right at us (and you would think it couldn't have smelled any worse!), so Dane had the windows rolled down. We were both so miserable!

Needless to say, it did not turn out to be the romantic night I envisioned, but it does make for one heck of a story! Hopefully my misery has made you laugh, because that's the only thing that makes these kinds of stories worth it!

And, for the sake of everyone, always burp with care!

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I know, you're probably thinking "What's going on? This isn't Wednesday," but don't worry. I just wanted to show you all some examples of one of my favorite looks for spring and summer! I am so in love with pink pants, more than you even know! I realize that they are super trendy, and I probably wouldn't be able to wear them a lot before they were no longer cool, but that's ok because I don't claim to be super cool anyways!

Personally, I've been leaning more towards the lighter pinks, like the ones on Cameron Diaz. After seeing a lot of cute pictures of brighter and darker ones though, I'm not so sure. I guess I will have to shop around a bit, because price is a pretty big factor too. Honestly, I don't plan on spending more than twenty bucks, and if I could find some cheaper that would be great! Either way, whether I go with a fun hot pink or the soft dusty pink, I plan on rocking some all spring and summer long!

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Speaking of pants, this is mostly unrelated, but I remembered a funny story today that I wanted to share with you all! I was telling my mother-in-law about it this afternoon, and we were dying! I figured if it's still as funny today as it was then, I should give some other people a good laugh!

Let's rewind a couple years. I was in Idaho for the weekend, with Dane, and we were going to head out on the town with our good friends, Jordan and Kayla. For those of you who know us all, you know that we do almost everything together when we have the opportunity. The guys have been friends all their lives, and so have Kayla and I. 

Now, I suppose I am probably considered to be petite, but mostly just because I'm short. I roll in just under 5"3, but I'm not the skinniest girl around. At this time, I was at a healthy weight for me (about ten pounds lighter than my current weight, boo!). Kayla, though, is petite in every sense. The girl is a good three inches shorter and, at that time, a good twenty pounds lighter. As a short person, it's nice to have someone around who makes you feel taller!

On this particular night, we wanted to get all dressed up. And by all dressed up, I mean jeans, black t-shirts, and heels. Yeah, we know we classy!

Well, all of the jeans I had at the time just would not work. Why, may you ask? Because most of my pants were lady jeans. Not mom jeans, like you probably just thought, but lady jeans. From the misses section, not the juniors, and the perfect length for wearing with flats, they wouldn't drag the ground. Nice and clean. No fun stitching or washes, and definitely no distressing. Plus, too short to wear with my five inch heels! Not jeans that your typical twenty-one year old wants to wear. 

It had been a while since I had tried to wear anything of Kayla's, and there was a time when I probably could have gotten away with it. 

This night was not one of those times.

Like any good bff, she was super encouraging. "Oh sure, you could totally fit in something, what size do you wear? Oh that's fine, it'll work. Just try these ones on, I never wear them. They're just a little too big. They'll totally fit you, and then you can just keep them. They're going to look so cute!"

And that's one reason why I love this girl. She's so sweet. 

Needless to say, they did NOT fit. But you probably already saw that coming. What you probably weren't expecting was leg muffin top, or what I like to call, the thing you are never meant to see!

Trust me, it was bad. You see, these jeans were pretty worn, and they had started out with that typical distressing you see these days. The rips, the faded look. Well, one of those rips was bigger than it was supposed to be. Just below the crotch line, it was a huge hole, and it was only on one side. Right smack dab in the middle of the thigh. 

I was able to get the pants up. Barely.There was a lot of jumping around involved, and it was a challenge, but I succeeded. At that point I was thinking "so far so good." I was then able to get them zipped up by doing the whole "lay on the bed and suck it in" thing. Triumph! It was when I stood up that reality sunk in. All of the fat in my leg was doing it's best to squeeze out of that one hole! You have never seen anything so ugly in all your life!

Of course, we were a mess. We could both barely stand up, we were laughing so hard! What else are you supposed to do when you see something like that? I wish I had a picture, but you'll just have to try to imagine it. One leg looked ok, and without the hole I maybe could have pulled them off. They were definitely painted on, and it was them being so tight that made it look all the worse. Imagine a slim looking leg, everything all sucked in, with a huge bulge trying to escape, right on the widest, front part of my thigh! 

So there's me, trying to pull the edges of the hole, trying to cover it up a little and having no success. That fat just wanted out! And Kayla, "Um, yeah you definitely can't wear those," while we are laughing so hard we can barely breathe! It seems like we tried something with water, because you know water makes jeans relax a bit? Nope, it doesn't. And there is just no sucking in leg fat!

As you can expect, I ended up wearing my boring old lady jeans and flip flops.. At least I was comfortable, right? And when I got home from our trip, I went right to the store, and bought some "fun" jeans that actually fit!

It was an experience though, and it makes for a great story! "Oh hey, remember that time I had leg muffin top?" Yeah...

So, did you ever have any clothing fiascoes like this? Were you lucky enough to figure it out before going out in public? Let me know in the comments, or better yet, write your own post! And sorry for the novel, but hopefully you got a good laugh and it was worth it!

Goodnight all! :)