It’s been a decade (!) since I was yelling out, “Twenty-fo…FO SHO!” while weirdly walking around Deco (#neverforget).

A few weeks back, I rang in my 34th year. I actually celebrated twice (#rockstar)—a second time with a really, really…(this deserves a third)…really bad attempt at salsa dancing. For the record, we went to an actual salsa club with amazing, professional-like dancers, and we knew Zumba…so yeah.

(Note: I’m just getting around to talking about this because I was so incredibly swamped in April, and had to let one thing go for a bit. But really…how is it May 1 already!)

I’ll take being 34 over being 24 any day. I always say that I feel so much more confident, happy, and proud of myself in my 30s vs. my 20s. I like where I am, but am I where I want to be? Not really, but that’s totally okay. Over the past few years, I feel like I’ve developed the skills to figure out how to get where I want to be, and the understanding that certain things just take time and more dedication.

Like everyone else, I do find myself flailing at times or find it difficult to make decisions; sometimes I’m stuck in a rut, or even burnt out. However, I’ve learned how to pick myself back-up and start again—something that was difficult for me to grasp in my mid-20s.

I’m always learning something new, and things are constantly evolving in exciting and creative ways. Ten years ago, I didn’t think I’d be capable of doing some of the things that I’ve accomplished. At this stage, I feel so much better about reaching for things, pushing my limit, and teaching myself. It’s actually kind of a really cool feeling.

Also is it just me, or has the donut selection gotten way better in the last 10 years!

The day I turned 34, I remember telling a girlfriend that turning 35 may feel a bit weird…I mean it is thirty-FIVE. Then I thought about that episode from Sex and the City when no can make it to celebrate Carrie’s 35th birthday and she goes home alone. Charlotte then drags her from the shower to their restaurant, and all four of them make a pact to be each other’s soulmates. That scene definitely goes down in my top favorites. Yup…based solely on just that—I think 35 won’t be so bad either. Plus, I’ve got like 47 weeks to prep for it.

Red Floral

Happy first day of spring! (Not quite sure why I’m that excited about it, since I’m pretty much choking on pollen over here.) I cannot believe that March is ending next Friday (!) In January, I had great plans to go on a couple of mini-vacations, read more books, and learn how to cook delicious, healthy dishes—all by April—all of those have been shot. Kidding. I never had plans to cook.

Instead of reading recipes, I actually had plans to do recaps of The Bachelor throughout this season. Priorities y’all..priorities. In reality, it turned out to be the most boring and eye-rolling season of them all. After an excruciating three-hour finale, it finally ended last Monday. Nick was just aloof and lacked personality, while the girl he picked—Vanessa—what an insecure, wet blanket. Anyways, I just won’t even go there with them. What I will say is that I’m really excited for Rachel Lindsay to be The Bachelorette. For one, she’s a Texas girl, and two, she’s successful, well spoken, and smart—I find her so relatable. I think she’s going to have a lot of fans!

I had originally intended to wear this outfit to the Houston Rodeo BBQ Cook-off this year, but due to the whack weather we’ve been having, I had to nix it. However, I ended up wearing it another day, and since this is the last week of Rodeo, I thought I’d throw it up here. Also, did you guys hear that Garth Brooks is both opening and closing the 2018 Rodeo? Yes! The deep-fried foods keep getting better every year, and the girls keep whooping the boys butts in the Mutton Bustin’ competition! This really is my favorite Houston event.

So, my hair is a bit different than my last post. About a month ago, I asked my favorite hairdresser to chop off all my split ends, dead hair and especially the old colored hair, and give me layers. (She was also kind enough to cut a few of my white hairs out.) What I thought was going to be a 1-inch trim, turned into 4 – 5 inches—which puts my hair at an awkward length.

Right now, I’m not too thrilled with the way it looks. I really do miss my longer, more blunt cut look. Maybe this is just the weirdo in me, but when I want short hair—I really want it short; when I want long hair—I really want it long. The in-between stage irks me. I also think it looks better waved, rather than straight, but honestly I don’t always have an extra 40 minutes to wave it. I am super glad that the old hair color, which has been lingering for years, is finally gone—it’s like I have a clean slate. I have no intention of dying it, but those white hairs that keep popping up, are really starting to get to me…bleh.

OK, I feel like I’ve talked enough about weird stuff (The Bachelor, my hair, etc.), so I’m going to just leave my thoughts for another week. I have been working on some fun projects the last couple of weeks, including a video of my everyday makeup. So stay tuned, as I’m hoping to share those soon.



As much as I want to believe that I run like a graceful gazelle, I’m pretty sure it’s more like a flailing flamingo. I apologize to all the visitors on the trail, who for the past few months had to witness me wheezing, gasping for air, and see snot running down my nose, while I trained for a 5K. As you can tell, I am not a runner—I have never been one.

However, I thought it was about time I challenged myself. (Waking up in the morning is a huge challenge for me, but you get what I’m saying.) I was also extremely motivated by my good friend Kristen, who had run the 2015 Houston Half Marathon! (Note: I have no intention of doing a marathon, unless it involves Netflix.)


Last year, I had every intention of signing up for a 5K. In this excitement to try out my least favorite activity, I fell and scraped my knee…during my first practice run (of course). I ended up having to go to urgent care, where after a horrified look from even the doctor, he managed to scrape my skin together and patch it up with six stitches. It took over three months for the wound to heal. When I tried to start running again, it just wasn’t a good experience, so I stopped.

A couple months back (after the election) I learned about the Houston Area Women’s Center’s Race Against Violence 5K. This was it…I signed up. Even if this meant I would have knee replacement surgery at 35—I really wanted this challenge, and even more, I wanted to help a cause that will definitely need more exposure over the next few years.


To tons of people, a 5K (3.1 miles) is a fun, leisurely run in the park with unicorns and glitter. To me—it’s daunting and deathly. However, I wanted to prove to myself that maybe I could at least run half of it without stopping. When I started training in December, I could barely do ½ a mile without wanting to fall over and puke. Putting that aside, the runs were really killer on my knees and legs. I felt more worn out, than energized; but I kept pushing myself through the pain, and continued to train week after week into February.


On the morning of the run, I was nervous—like I was eight again, when no one wanted me on their relay team in P.E. because I sucked. Also, there were some serious runners out there. People were doing practice/warm-up runs (like WTF does that even mean?!). One couple was so in sync in their running and timing—you’d think they were training for some weird Olympic couples running dance sport. Also, to the girl who showed up in nothing but short shorts and a sports bra in 45 degree/super arctic cold winds—go girl. You go.

Putting that all aside, I really was nervous—I had never done anything like this before. I was so convinced I was going to get trampled on, or even worse, one of my legs would give out like it does when I walk sometimes! However, when I started running, I just couldn’t stop. I don’t know if it was the cold, my orchestral epic movie-theme music, or just determination, but I ran all of it, and 2 ½ minutes faster than what I had been running in my training rounds (!) I truly never thought I would, or even could do something like this.


Not only did I feel accomplished, but was so proud to have run with hundreds of other Houstonians, and taken part in a cause that raises awareness and promotes education. While this run helped me believe in myself a bit more, in the grand scheme of things, I really do hope events like this help others believe that a better life is out there for them.

Now, I’m sure the burning question is, “Is she going to do it again?” The answer is yes—same race next year. I also have my eyes set on the 10K Rodeo Run. So yeah…I also see that knee replacement surgery in two years…eh…


By the way, this happens to be one of my favorite outfits. I love each one of these pieces especially since I can wear them year-round. A few weeks back, when it was colder, I paired this same outfit with black tights and booties. With it being spring soon, I can see me wearing it just like this, or just simply the dress with a pair of flats or flip-flops for a more casual look. In my last post I mentioned that my next post was going to be a DIY, but I didn’t get a chance to take pictures of the final look. Hopefully this weekend I can get those down, and put up here.

Six Years

Six years ago today, I wrote my very first blog post, Who is Jo? (this is still a mystery in my life). It wasn’t much—just a list of a few things that described who I am. A few days after that, I wrote my first informative post, Chic Essentialslisting my fashion must-haves. Though when I went back and read it, there are definitely things that need to be updated!

I haven’t been as consistent with the blog as I would have liked over the past couple of years. However, I have put up five posts over the past 1 ½ months—that’s more than what I wrote in the entire year of 2016! Small victory.

The other week, I spent a little bit of time rummaging through my posts from 2011. There are tons of “Oh hell no’s!” and “Awww…I miss that piece!” posts, but there were also a few that stood out to me because I still wear them in some way.

As it is Throwback Thursday, I thought I’d recap 11 of my favorite posts from 2011:

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A Floral Engagement
I still love this combination of floral, leopard print, and jeans. I’ve worn this exact same outfit multiple times since 2011, but with different jeans. Those have definitely had to change!

Where Do I Find Nude Flats? 
Six years later, I still believe a good pair of nude flats are essential to any wardrobe. Now, they are available in so many more nude colors and styles. I’m especially loving ones with block heels, ankle straps, and even pointy-toe ones.

Back to the 90s
The straps on this dress are a bit whack, but every year I hem them back, and re-wear the dress on Cinco de Mayo, and during the summer months. I still love the colors and cut of it, and can’t seem to give it up.

Bleeding Orange
I no longer have this navy skirt, but I recently wore that top in my Where Did She Go? post last year. This was one of my favorite summer combinations—it was easy and sophisticated. I’d still sport it, if that skirt didn’t get a hole in it!

A Navy and Black Night
I love this outfit! I hate these images, as it does the outfit no justice, and I really should have ironed this skirt. I actually still have all these pieces and kind of want to re-do these shots to show what a simple and pretty outfit it is.

Leather and Jewels
I remember getting quite a few compliments on this outfit, and it’s my favorite rocker-ish look to date. However, both the skirt and top met their tragic ends in the wash. The heels I still have, but they are barely hanging in there. I have yet to find a good, black leather skirt again.

Laced Stripes
Like the floral blazer, this lace cardigan has been in my closet for at least 10 years now. It’s another piece I can’t give up since it makes for such a great work outfit. The green shoes were actually really uncomfortable so I gave them up for donation. The tan bag pretty much shredded and broke apart, since I carried it for so long!

DIY / Glitter Flowers
This is one of my most pinned DIYs. I haven’t done it in a while, but I think it still makes for a great way to add a bit of flare to an arrangement. Also, it has glitter—who doesn’t like glitter?

Makeup / Twilight at Dusk
I remember the makeup artists at Sephora complimenting me on this look, and I’m not going to lie, it kind of felt awesome. Over the past five years, I’ve strayed significantly away from colored eyeshadows—keeping it really simple with Urban Decay’s Naked palette. However, this look reminded me of how much fun I had dressing up my eyes. I recently started getting back into eyeshadows, but not colored ones, just yet.

My Five Favorite Winter Trends—Four: Sequins
I love me a good sequin top, and this one never falters. All of these pieces are still in my closet, so I can easily throw it on if I need something fun in the holiday season to wear.

Recipe / Buttermilk Cinnamon Pancakes with Pecans
If you know me, I love pancakes. My Dad still makes them every time I’m home, and this is just an adaptation of his recipe that I use.

A Good Flare


It’s been a few weeks, but I figured I’d accompany this post with a short Bachelor check-in. (I’m sure I just lost all my readers, but I’ll keep talking.)

Last Monday’s episode was a bit painful to watch. This has nothing to do with the fact that Nick ended the episode shedding a few tears, and complaining about not knowing if this is what he truly wanted. (Yet we all know that he does find someone, because they aired that clip. Way to cut your footage ABC…)


By painful, I mean Jasmine’s fake choke hold on Nick (!), Corinne being the most non-crazy one (for once), the words, “She must be a turnip because she is always turned UP!” (what???), Danielle unnecessarily being booted off, and all the girls incessantly complaining about being frustrated for having to win’s Nick attention.

Okay, I just got exhausted from writing all that.

This show is nothing if not a ridiculously staged competition,with beautiful free vacations for those lucky few. However, for some bizarre reason the girls in this season are constantly complaining about the fact that they have to fight for Nick, and they don’t know what Nick is thinking. I guarantee Nick doesn’t even know what he’s thinking…he’s kind of that clueless. Also if you didn’t want to compete with 20 other girls, on national television, you could have tried online dating. I hear that works…

Anywho, as we get into tonight’s episode, Nick is still confused, Corinne goes back to taking more naps, and all the girls are still upset that Nick is upset because he doesn’t know if he wants any of them, BUT what makes them even more sad is that “he may not find love.” So tragic. However, they will all stay because you know…free trips. Really…how does this show not get nominated for an Emmy?


As for the outfit, I am still a fan of flare jeans. Now, I’m sure most girls have moved on from 2001, but I clearly have not. (At least I’ve retired my dark, shiny pair.)

I ended up scoring these at American Eagle for $20 a few weeks back. The color and fit are great, and the material is a bit softer, which makes them super comfortable to wear. Most of the time I’ll wear skinny jeans, but it doesn’t hurt to keep a good flared jean around, just to mix it up. Here’s a similar pair from AE.


I don’t really gravitate towards pink clothing, but the ruffles and mauve color of the sweatshirt kind of got to me. I was actually planning on returning it while I was buying it. (I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one guilty of doing this). Clearly I did not. I’ve worn this so many different ways over the last few weeks, that I may just need to turn that into a post itself.

Next week, I plan on changing it up and showing a DIY that I think can really come in handy when you’re trying to decorate. So bear with me, I promise I do better things than watch The Bachelor week to week!


Women’s March


Was it just me or was former President George W. Bush’s face and him playing peek-a-boo with a plastic sheet during the Inauguration pretty much a majority of us that day?! I swear, every time I needed a good laugh last Friday that was the only picture I looked at from the Inauguration!

Also, can I please give mad props to Hillz for showing up, rocking a white suit, and being so graceful. Still with her…still.with.her.

I have to say, last Thursday night (the day before the Inauguration) I went to bed sad, even though I had posted one of my favorite Martin Luther King, Jr. quotes to my Instagram feed. I was still sad about by Hillary’s loss, Obama leaving, and where our country stood, so I wasn’t really looking forward to the next day.


On Friday, I texted back and forth between best friends, as we tried to avoid the Inauguration, and decided that Kelly Anne Conway’s outfit was quite unclear. Later that night, I realized that none of my friends would be able to make it to the Women’s March in Houston on Saturday morning. I mean, they were actually doing legit things like giving talks on gender equality, getting chiropractic certifications, nursing heart patients, etc. For a bit there, I was actually thinking about not even going. Then that totally defeats the point of the march, so I decided to go alone.


Since I’m also training for a 5K, I thought I’d turn my “transportation” to the march into my training run. When I turned the corner on the Buffalo Bayou Park Trail, and saw the Houston Downtown skyline, I was stunned. (I also couldn’t breathe from the running, but that’s a different story.)

I was stunned to see so many people come out—I almost wanted to cry. (My sides were also cramping—again…different story.) It was such a surreal experience for me as I marched with them—women, men, children, dogs—everyone! I had never done anything like that before, and the sick feeling I had for the past couple of days was getting better.

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This is not even an eighth of the number of people show showed up on Saturday!
(Image from my Instagram.)

I am glad I ended up going, and was part of something so historical. What I saw within the Houston march, and the millions of other people who came out to march worldwide is that there is so much good out there. The awesome energy, the creative signs, empowering attitudes—it all leads to such great hope for women…for all people. I do believe that glass ceiling will shatter one day.


P.S. If you have not already seen the Black-ish episode, “Lemons,” I highly recommend it. It covers so many points, questions, and issues from Election Day and onward, but in a light-hearted way that connects to you. Also, if you have never watched Black-ish—watch it…immediately.




After seeing Dev Patel and Sunny Pawar on the Golden Globes last weekend describe their nominated movie, Lion, I basically had to see it (you know—being Indian and all).

I’ve always been a fan of Dev Patel’s movies—Slumdog Millionaire, The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel films (more so the first one). However, Lion has to be one of my favorite films with him, so far. (I have yet to see The Man Who Knew Infinity.)



Based on a true story, the film is moving, gut wrenching, and incredibly heartfelt. The cinematography itself is beautifully done—depicting both the beauty and chaos of India, the gorgeous landscape of Tasmania, and the music and acting were great. The standout is none other that Sunny Pawar, who plays five-year old Saroo Brierly—he completely captures you.

Born in a poor village in central India (Ganesh Talai), Saroo and his big brother, Guddu, are inseparable. In every which way, Guddu is Saroo’s hero, and the father he has never known. Every day Saroo and Guddu go in search of work, food, loose change—anything to bring back to their mother, who works in a rock field.

One day, while they are out scavenging, Guddu asks Saroo to wait for him on a train platform. When Guddu never shows up, Saroo jumps onto the nearest train, hoping to find Guddu. At this moment, Saroo begins a long journey from his village to the chaotic streets of Calcutta (around 1800 km/1118 miles). Not understanding where he is, nor being able to speak Bengali, Saroo still searches for Guddu and his mother.


While I don’t want to give the whole film away, the remainder of the story follows Saroo through his time on the streets of Calcutta and in an orphanage. When he is six, Saroo is adopted by a lovely family and taken to Australia, however he never forgets Guddu. While in his late 20s and early 30s, he develops a strong need to search for his lost family. Saroo then begins to retrace the steps of his childhood, and utilizes Google Earth (of course), to search for his family. I’ll just leave it here.

It’s a wonderful story that proves that the unimaginable can happen, and yes—you will have tears. There is also a great 60 Minutes segment on it, and if you’re one of those people who like to read the book before the movie, then Saroo has written, A Long Way Home.


First Post of 2017


If you came here thinking my first post for the year was going to be my resolutions, or something substantial—I apologize. I do not think I can kick-off the year, with something other than a few thoughts about the season premiere of The Bachelor. (I completely understand if you have decided to click out of my blog now, and watch The Golden Globes. I do not blame you. I also promise that I do have good goals for 2017!)

For some reason, I am still a Bachelor/Bachelorette viewer, and once again will watch the show that makes me question absolutely everything in life.

The second to last post I wrote in 2016 was, “Team Luke…Still.” Six months later, I am still #teamluke, but like many other disappointments in 2016, Luke still did not become 2017’s, The Bachelor. With bags packed and an open heart (again), Luke was left to fend for himself, as ABC scooped up Nick Viall—a Bachelorette Alum…twice over, a Bachelor in Paradise Alum…once over, and now for the fourth time, Nick has finally earned the title, “The Bachelor.”

Clearly, Nick is much smarter than your average person utilizing online dating apps day-in, and day-out. I mean really believing in true love with The Bachelor/Bachelorette series (at the age of 36!)—that takes a lot of faith in reality TV. Well played Nick…well played.


While the season premiere was actually last Monday, I didn’t get around to watching the show till Wednesday, and then on to gathering my thoughts until today…and I have a lot of thoughts. For the sake of everyone’s sanity, here is just my top ten:

  1. Right off the bat—Nick is awkward as shit. BUT he’s going to make for some good TV—his facial expressions, one-liners, and tears are going to be epic. (I hate to admit that as much as I would have loved Luke, Nick will be fun to watch.)
  2. What in the hell was that ”bro” group therapy session with past Bachelor/Bachelorette alums, Sean, Ben, and Chris? Like what normal group of guys do this?
  3. Red dresses were a thing y’all—like a BIG thing. Like OMG SHE’S WEARING A RED DRESS..AND SHE’S WEARING A RED DRESS…AND SHE’S WEARING A RED DRESS—and all the girls wearing red dresses, are hating on all the other girls wearing red dresses.
  4. Josephine and her cat. As much as I want to make fun of her, I honestly feel like one day I may be her, and I maybe closer than I think.
  5. Oh Corinne. We already hate you (and feel really sorry for your nanny…that you still have at the age of 24). She’s pretty much every girl’s nightmare, every guy’s dream, and she’s going to get far—like top five far.
  6. Danielle, she’s a neonatal nurse…enough said! She is clearly the most non-crazy, sweetest, and down to earth girl on the show, and will probably have no chance against the other hot messes. Sigh.
  7. Alexis, the girl who thinks she’s a dolphin. Do I need to say more?!
  8. Elizabeth, the girl whose already hooked up with Nick. Is it just me, or does it seem like she kind of wants a medal for this?
  9. Some of the most interesting introductions yet—the trust fall, an eskimo kiss, a dolphin costume, a “runner up,” hug tokens, a hot dog book, a camel—you’re intrigued now, aren’t you?
  10. These are all really smart, successful, nice women whom consist of a civil defense litigator, special needs teacher, nurses, mental health counselors, photographers, an aspiring dolphin trainer—Nick…don’t F it up!

I have a few (ahem 100) more thoughts, but we’ve got a few more months of this ridiculous show, so I’m going to save them! Based on Chris Harrison’s “prediction” that this is the most controversial/exciting season yet—I actually couldn’t agree more with him. Whoa…did I just say that?



Dress—Urban Outfitters; Sweater—Old Navy; Heels—TJ Maxx; Scarf—GAP
Here is another way I styled this light pink dress, and the gray sweater.

Why I Don’t Mind Going to the Movies Alone


So I don’t have to share my box of Sour Patch Kids with anyone! Kidding…sort of.

A few weeks ago, right before the Olympics started, I took myself out to watch Café Society. Which was enjoyable, but definitely not one of my favorite Woody Allen movies (Midnight in Paris…sigh). It could have been way better if it weren’t for Kristen Stewart playing one of the main characters. She has absolutely no chemistry with anyone who is warm-blooded. It’s like she’s still a vampire.

Half-way through it, I was a bit relieved to see Blake Lively pop up in a pretty decent role (but still, nothing beats Serena Van der Woodsen).


To wrap my head around this whole Ryan Lochte fiasco (if you know me, I was like his #1 fan, so this is a huge disappointment), and to fill that Olympic void, I went to go see Don’t Think Twice the other day. Now, that was a great movie!

Anyone who has ever dealt with flailing in their careers or trying to find some kind of purpose, is going to appreciate this movie. It’s one of those “all-feels” movies, where you’re happy, sad, heart-warmed, content, and inspired—all at the same time. Plus, it helps you see what a great group of friends can do for you. I definitely recommend it. Seriously, Ira Glass (producer of the movie/winner at everything in life), can do no wrong.


Sorry! I had no intent on turning this into a weird movie review–I’ll get back to the point now.

To be honest, I’m not quite sure why I don’t mind going to the movies alone. I’m perfectly content with what’s on Netflix or Hulu, and whatever bottle of wine I have at home. However, I tend to go after I’ve had a particularly stressful day and just want to relax—away from my apartment, or it happens to be a movie that many people may not want to see.


For whatever reason, I just like to go—it’s kind of therapeutic. I feel better about things after I’ve gone, plus it makes a great date night, for one. I don’t have to dress up nor put on make-up. I can eat however much candy I want without anyone being there to judge me, and I can laugh as loud as I want. The biggest perk, I don’t have to sit across from some loser who is boring me to death. It’s kind of just fabulous!


Dress: Ross (old) | Shoes: Charlotte Russe (old) | Velvet choker: ribbon from Joanne’s Fabrics

Team Luke…Still


This week is huge. OK, last week was huge too, with us electing our first woman presidential candidate—so many feels (and some ugly crying)! If you are in need of inspiration this Monday—stop reading this crap, and go watch last week’s DNC—all of it.

Now this week, after 9-weeks, we finally find out which one of the two guys JoJo picks as her “forever (read: one minute) love” on The Bachelorette tonight. These are important times y’all.


Throughout this season, I’ve found JoJo to be both really pretty, and pretty boring. Nothing too exciting came out of her, except for the fact that she’s from Texas and the multiple times she would start crying, bawl the words, “This is so hard,” and then fall to the ground in her tight designer dress, while having an anxiety attack.

Also the guys this season—an erectile dysfunction specialist, an ex-pro football player, a “Bachelor enthusiast” (so many “whats?” here), a some-what violent, steroid-using bully, a whiny little military guy, a goofy singer/songwriter from Katy, TX (woo hoo!), and the guys who had exactly what you’d want out of someone—which clearly did not appeal to JoJo.


But week after week (until last week), Luke Pell, a fellow Texan, and a war veteran (might I add, he looks great in chambray), always seemed to come out on top. Then he was axed. Now I think JoJo’s just pretty dumb.

Luke talked a bit slow. The candlelit path leading up to a heart made out of rose petals on his parents Texas ranch home, is what cheese is made out of, and was completely ridiculous. He did not say, “I love you” (because he’s not stupid). But he truly was the best and most genuine. His words, “You did not want me anymore,”…ugh…dagger to the heart. 

Now she is left with two guys—Jordan Rodgers (brother of real football player, Aaron Rodgers), whose brain is that of a sleazy high school jock, combined with whatever is the dumbest animal out there, and Robby, a 13-year old boy trapped in an overly-tanned body of a 20-something year old swimmer. It truly is slim pickings out there.


Well JoJo, tonight you get to wear another pretty gown, hyperventilate again, fall in love for a hot second, and still have to sit next to Chris Harrison, host mind-numbing “therapist” of The Bachelor/Bachelorette/Bachelor Pad. What a resume.

As for Luke…there is another JoJo out there. *wink* #lukeforbachelor2017

Another huge thing this week—the Olympics start on Friday! Once again, the world’s most perfect athletes (and Ryan Lochte) will grace our TVs for two weeks.

It’s also the two weeks where I’m so inspired by them, that I actually go to the gym like every day and eat healthy, with the hope that maybe I too can be an Olympian. After two weeks, I want a donut. I want a donut real badly. So, there’s always archery…

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