Thursday, July 18, 2013
When I was 13, I went to my very first concert. My mom and uncle took me to see my favorite band, Third Eye Blind, at Merriweather Post Pavilion in Maryland.
Two minutes into the show, Mom turned to me and said, “Do you smell that, Lauren? That’s pot. Don’t breathe it in!”
Confused as to how I would enjoy the rest of the concert while holding my breath, I nodded, made a mental note and continued...
Thursday, June 7, 2012
Last week I went to Grand Teton and Yellowstone National Parks. While most 25-year-olds would choose to spend their vacation drinking adult beverages on the beach, I prefer to visit places where I could be mauled to death by wild animals.
Bear spray literally in hand—I had my finger on the trigger for the majority our first hike—and bear bells tied to my shoelaces, I spent a good portion of the...
Thursday, April 19, 2012
A unicorn, an unlimited supply of Toaster Strudel and Zac Efron.
When I went in on the Mega Millions in late-March with several co-workers, these were the things I dreamed of purchasing with my cut of the money.
I knew I had a better chance of being pecked to death by a hummingbird than winning the lottery, but I’ve always been lucky and didn’t see any reason why this would change. Few people...
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Disclaimer: If you are a potential love interest, please stop reading.
My name is Lauren and I own 36 porcelain dolls. I have a problem.
I began collecting them as a young girl and continued to do so until the age of 20, when my mom stopped enabling me. The dolls were taking up too much space and, more important, creeping people out. Friends would walk into my childhood bedroom for the first...