Archive for May, 2010

May 15, 2010

Happy Birthday to My One

Five reasons I’m glad Dave was born:

1. His laugh is so big that it fills a room. Even when it’s so loud that I can’t hear the next line on The Office, I have to smile.

2. He gets excited about EVERYTHING, even the plastic bag holder I got him for his birthday.

3. He has worked on a number of civil rights cases during his time in law school, and the impact he has had on his clients is mind-blowing. I wish I could tell you guys more. It is truly an inspiration.

4. He loves our baby as much as I do. Which is a lot. Almost too much.

5. We were talking about our life goals the other night, and his hope for us was that we find a way to better the world. He said nothing about money, or what kind of house we live in, or where our kids go to school – he just wants to leave a giant, awesome, Wiggs-n-Dave stamp of goodness somewhere.

…okay, and a bonus:

6. He loves every piece of clothing my mother or I give him, and declares that every meal either of us serves him is the best he’s ever had. In other words, he has more brownie points than he could ever possibly need.

Happy birthday, husband. Thanks for being my puzzle piece. And thanks for being two months younger than me so every year on your birthday we can say that I’m no longer robbing the cradle.

May 14, 2010


A day late, but hey, a post is a post, right?


1 :: A lovely dress from Anthro, given to me by my mom. Do you think it’s too much white to wear to a wedding?

2 :: I’ve started putting all of my headbands on the cupcake tower I registered for. I put it on the list SURE that I would be using it all the time…but…alas. Most cupcakes that get made ’round here are eaten before they have a chance to go on the tower.

3 :: My bedside table needs some serious organization. It’s ridic. I’m currently reading Ilium, which is this heavy-duty sci-fi book that I only recommend if you like that sort of thing. I do. Next up is Wolf Hall, which I’ve heard is also only worth reading if you’re obsessed with Tudor history. I am. It’s a little out of control. I counted and I own 28 books about it.

4 :: I love the shape of his little butt! He kills me. I don’t know what I’d do without him.

5 :: A Polaroid from my 22nd birthday party at Benihana (oof, four years ago?). I’ve been to Benihana on my birthday every year since I was 8. Featured in it: Dave, who had only been my boyfriend for a couple of months, his little brother (visiting us this week!) minus about six inches he would grow in the next couple of years, a girl who ended up being the most evil person I’ve ever accidentally befriended, and my three best girlfriends (including this one).

6 :: A trip to the pharmacy. Also, since I was getting something boring, I treated myself to Moroccan Oil, which is apparently a miracle substance. I’ll also report back on that.

7 :: The old camera cord, which Baxter pulled into his crate and ate while we were at dinner. I was so worried he’d eaten metal, but so far he’s, ah, regular.

8 :: Except he puked on the bed and then the carpet. The vet has been notified; they think he’s fine. (He’s sort of a pukey dude, so this wasn’t super out-of-the-ordinary.)

9 :: The best – BEST – kitchen item I’ve used in a long time. A must for small families who don’t use all of their fresh herbs in one meal.

10 :: A gift from my incredible and well-read mother-in-law. The title is true. I will cut you with my intellect.

11 :: After Bax puked on the bed, it’s been hard to re-make. Not sure why. But it’s wayyy less satisfying to get into an unmade bed, so I fixed that situation rull fast after I took the photo.

12 :: I bought two of these. They changed my life. I would like ten more.

Wanna do 12of12, or see what it looks like when a real photographer does it? Here.

May 9, 2010

We now interrupt our regularly scheduled programming

…to recognize the most brilliant, gorgeous, and strong role model a girl could ask for. Her name is Susan Wiggs, but I call her Mommy. Many of you know her through her books, but if you’ve ever been around her in person you know how funny, smart, and absolutely vivacious she is.

Not a day goes by that I don’t thank my lucky stars for my Mommy. She’s my best friend.

{Okay, and, let’s talk about the elephant in the room: she’s HOT. Like, bodacious. Like, heads-turning-on-the-street gorge. If I didn’t love her so much I’d want to claw her eyes out with jealousy.}

Oscar Wilde said, “As long as a woman can look ten years younger than her own daughter, she is perfectly satisfied.” Well, I see one satisfied lady in the photo above.

May 7, 2010

Oh, by the way Some of your questions on my formspring were awesome. One person asked me how many boyfriends I had before Dave (13) and I got to take a walk down memory lane, all the way back to Andy in kindergarten who dumped me for a girl who had the same name as a hurricane.

Feel free to head on over and keep the hilarious questions coming. So far I haven’t felt weird about a single one (which is saying a lot, because anonymity brings out the crazy in people).

May 6, 2010


You know how sometimes you’re having a conversation with a friend, and she says something really heavy, like “When I’m feeling lonely I eat my own hair”? And then you realize that you need to drop everything and be there for her, so you spend a couple of minutes talking about your deepest darkest emotions so she doesn’t feel alone? Maybe you share your own hair-eating experiences, like, “Oh hun, it’s okay, I eat my own hair too. Let’s help each other through it.” And maybe your friend sheds a tear or two before sniffling that you’re so great, and you’ve made her feel so much better. And then there’s nothing more to say about eating hair, so it’s time to change the subject. But the previous topic is still hanging in the air and you feel like a bad person for moving on to something less deep, like how you just bought the cutest pair of shoes at Nordstrom last week. You know what I’m talking about?


Yeah, and that’s where we are right now. I dropped an emo bomb on your asses and now it’s like…are we really going to go back to talking about makeup and adventures in the kitchen and failed workout attempts?

Yes. Yes we are. So let’s just power through it. You people are amazing and wonderful and made me really glad I opened up to you about my shizz. In return, I’m going to use the word “moist” as much as possible in this post (fun fact about my mom: the way most people feel about the word “moist” is the way my mom feels about the word “zest.” I don’t get it but I torture her with it on the regs).


So, moist. Why am I saying moist so much? Because you have all asked for lotion recommendations (presumably because you want your skin to be nice and moist, but not too moist, but moist enough to glow). And as a beauty product junkie, I’ve got some moist opinions. Moist.

May 3, 2010


Alright peeps, let’s hunker down and talk about something less frivolous, shall we? President Obama…HAHA JUST KIDDING, I’m not going to start talking about politics.

Here’s the deal: I’ve been going through some shizz lately and one thing that’s got my Hanky Pankies in a twist is the fact that there’s a bit of a stigma associated with talking about it. The result is that sometimes I feel alone in this ridonkulous experience I’m having. And I’m not going to take it sitting down!


So, after that way-too-huge buildup, I would like to share with you, my readers who are always nice to me except sometimes, that I have anxiety. Like, the bad kind. Wamp, wamp, who cares right? It’s taken me some time to realize that for people dealing with anxiety, “who cares” isn’t really the best answer.


Anxiety can manifest in a bajillion different ways, but it makes this little Wiggs feel like she’s swimming in Jell-O (only much less delicious and strawberry-flavored). I get stuck on the couch sometimes, unable to make myself do anything productive like change out of my pajamas or work out or turn off Real Housewives of NYC even though I’ve seen the episode three times already (TEAM BETHENNY!). And then the sleep disruption – gah. I wake up like six times a night believing down to my core that Dave and Baxter are dead, so I get up all creepy-stalker-like and feel their chests to make sure they’re still breathing. And don’t even get me started on my inability to concentrate.


My therapist (yep, I have a real-live therapist who lets me sit on her couch and talk about myself for an hour at a time!) says that my inability to take action is called “avoidance” and that it’s pretty common. Apparently all of those times I told myself, “WIGGS! Get off the couch and stop being lazy!” I was making things worse, because anxiety isn’t just laziness or procrastination; it’s a real issue that some people need extra help to overcome.

Which is annoying, because I’ve never heard of anyone who feels like this. But over the past couple of months, reading blogs like this one and this one, I’ve noticed that there are people – brave people who are open about it – going through their own crap.

And THEN! Yesterday at church (I’m not about to get all preachy on your ass, just hold on a sec) the pastor was talking about feeling “stuck” in life. I felt so much better just hearing someone acknowledge it that I resolved to buck up and tell you people about it. Because maybe you’re going through something similar. And even though I can’t really help you, I want you to know that you’re not alone, and you’re not a lame-ass just because you can’t force yourself out of it. I started a formspring for anyone who wants to know more about my own experiences. You can click that link and ask me any anonymous question (anxiety-related or not) and I’ll answer. Even mean ones.

This dude says:

…it is crucial that both scientific and lay communities work toward dispelling the myth that anxiety disorders are somehow less important — or worse, insignificant — in the vast landscape of psychiatric illnesses. We’re not talking about a normal response to stress here. Anxiety, when it develops into pathology, may be diagnosed as social phobia, separation anxiety, panic disorder, obsessive-compulsive disorder, generalized anxiety disorder, post-traumatic stress disorder, anorexia, and bulimia, among a host of other maladies.

Here are some helpful links, though if you think you’ve got anxiety disorder (or panic disorder, or depression, or anything really) you should consider talking to a professional who can give you specific strategies for getting your life back on track.

Ten Tips for Dealing with Anxiety Attacks

Anxiety and Panic: Gaining Control Over How You’re Feeling

How to Cope with Generalized Anxiety Disorder

And then this awesome book (that is in dire need of a new title) given to me by my therapist

…annnnywayyy…I know this is definitely not why most of you read this blog, but on the off-chance that at least one of you would benefit I had to say something. And for those who this doesn’t apply to, at least you know why my posts have been so sporadic, right? And why I haven’t been working out or putting on makeup much, right? Right? Bueller?

(P.S. all of the photos in this post are recipes I will be posting soon. Also, are there any makeup-related requests out there? I can’t decide what to write about next.)