So…what is the Monday Poll?
Nicely, it isn’t precisely a poll. It is much more of a consistently evolving (devolving?), somewhat random record of concerns I’ve been putting out to readers each and every Monday morning for the past 9 (!) many years. (It’s like a kickstart for your brain.) I’ve usually enjoyed studying your solutions in the remarks, and I hope you enjoy studying mine. ?
Pasta! Ooh! Pasta with cream sauce. Like An alfredo.
I’ll get a massive bowl of that topped with a mountain of grated Parmesan cheese, and you could just leave me in the corner with that and not speak to me for forever.
“I’m a motherf*cking champion!” ?
Woman, carry-on all the way. I’ve had way as well many traumatic check out-in incidents. Plus, when I get off a plane, the last thing I want to do is wait in the baggage declare area for a bag that could or may possibly not arrive. I wanna grab my crap and go!
I get distracted by just residing lifestyle. I really do not want my bosom flapping around. Hell no. I in no way do it.
When I was eight, I desired to search like Madonna, but my mother and father weren’t about to let me go to elementary college sporting fingerless gloves, a lace crop prime and a belt buckle that stated, “Boy Toy.”
Also, in school, I desperately tried to channel Gwen Stefani (this was in the early No Doubt many years), so I wore lots of plaid and red lipstick, and I parted my hair down the middle and twisted it into a lower bun.
In retrospect, I’m sure I looked ridiculous and definitely nothing at all like her, but that reminds me — thank ye gods that social media wasn’t around back then.
I have to perform at chillin’-the-eff-out. It’s a method, but I like lengthy, scorching showers ahead of bed and just letting my thoughts wander below the water. I also like quiet time with real books, bodily books you can hold on to. Reading constantly relaxes me.
When I’m further tense, and I can feel my shoulders creeping up toward my ears (that’s where I hold my stress), one more factor that helps is deep breathing and visualizing the oxygen as it goes by way of my body.
I was just thinking… If we can have anything called Sunday Funday, why cannot we make a Monday Funday? — since I’m tired of dreading Mondays. I’m over it.
Let’s dwell life a small this week, and try out one thing new. I’m gonna seem for an additional physical exercise class to try.
Hope your booty shake is extra luscious this week and that someone’s lookin’ although you’re shakin’. ?
Your pleasant neighborhood attractiveness addict,
P.S. Pleased early ? Valentine’s. If you require one this yr, Tabs is totally free (hint hint).
P.P.S. Right here are the poll queries to copy/paste:
one. What food is your guiltiest pleasure?
2. What is/will be your mantra right now?
three. Carry-on or checked luggage?
4. Do you ever go bra-much less throughout the daytime?
five. Did you ever go by way of a phase when you dressed like a specific celebrity?
6. What genuinely relaxes you?
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