So who helped raise the girls when they were babies? If the mother was in jail and the father was a child himself...I can’t imagine how the grandparents felt about all this.

I met this guy at a party where I ended up flashing him on a dare. A week later he asked me to his prom. I didn’t know him well since he went to a different school but we would be riding in a limo with his cousin who was dating a friend of mine. Also, I really wanted to wear a princess dress and have a She’s All That…

I got rejected many, many times. Some of them in public (the cafeteria is not the place to tell a girl that you think she’s not pretty enough for you) And a few of my dates even stood me up because they found someone better or just decided not to go. But I always went to the dance and had fun. I should have been more…

Eskimo brothers.

This sounds eerily similar to my most embarrassing moment in high school. Except I made an ill-advised and not entirely on purpose declaration of attraction and he publicly rejected me by choosing that moment to come out of the closet. But then three weeks later he slept with a friend of mine claiming he had “pussy…

I like the way I look when I’m fat. My in-laws are constantly tearing each other down when someone gains weight and their conversations solely focus on appearance and wealth. When someone asked me if I was planning on losing weight like my husband, I shocked them with the sentiment that I liked the way I looked just…

I’m feeling Kylie (or Kendall) who got left out of the family memo on wearing fancy white clothes. My in-laws always do this to me. Sometimes the celebrations are low-key and I look like the idiot who tried too hard wearing an Easter dress and heels and then other times I’m the slob who dared to wear jeans to a…

First, Ginger spice was not one of the lesser spices. Second, I have a feeling that Giuliana Rancic isn’t hurt by the actual cheating, but the fact that he was sleeping with women she was secretly jealous of. If he was just banging so-called nobodies, she would have continued to look past it.

I thought it was more of a Hunger Games look. Clearly, she is from the Capitol.

It looks like the camera didn’t pick up the shiny, glittery skin as much as the first two. It’s more of the pose/angle than a deliberate attempt at blackface.

Been there. Stews, soups, and casseroles were a way to stretch those dollars. Fuck this guy for thinking that people buy steaks and seafood on SNAP. I think that before anyone can pass a law on SNAP or WIC, then they need to live on food stamps for a year.

I’ve been sick in that airport. Fun times.

My honeymoon. We waited to use our vacation time for the week after Christmas and splurged on first-class tickets and a five-star hotel. It was a great deal that we found online, but it was non-refundable. So when I woke up with an achy body and a general feeling of ooginess, I tried to ignore it. As soon as we landed…

This was decided by the Navajo Nation government and pushed for by members of the tribe. One of the amazing ladies that started helped to start this (and who tragically died in a car accident this past Thanksgiving) was from the community. She knew what it was like to be on food stamps and to travel far for groceries.…

Don't photo bomb their selfies and you'll be fine. I've made my mistakes, and with the promise of new nieces and nephews, I'll regain my title.

Congratulations (and condolences on the lack of sleep)!

She gets to do what she wants but it's not valued. She has free time but that doesn't mean anything when all your time is free. It's like when you were a kid on summer break- who gave a fuck about it being Friday? I'd take a loving mother any day. I've hit some emotional lows and no amount of money would make it…

Important question- what is the filter of choice for posting Starbucks drinks on Instagram? If you know this, then you are officially the cool mom. Just remember, it can all go downhill once you photo-bomb their selfie. Spoken from the formerly-cool- aunt experience.

I was fifteen. My best friend Carrie had an older brother, Jay who made out with me in their garage. He was not cute, clean, or attractive except for the fact that he was a major fucking douchebag, which was a challenge to my formerly stupid self. He told me that we were dating but it had to be a secret so his parents…

Ugh. I hated doing a registry. It felt weird to be getting gifts for getting married. Only person who got us stuff of the registry was my best friend and it was one of the "gag gifts". EVERYONE ELSE got us picture frames/wedding albums. The irony? My photographer sucked and we have only four or five shots of the day.…