You know, for all of the Little Mermaid references I put on here, you’d think I would’ve put out a personal rankings list for the Disney princesses . . .

In all of their glory.

In all of their glory.

Actually, the idea came to mind when I was getting ready for bed, so here you go. Hope this makes your dreams come true (I’m not butt hurt if it doesn’t).

Criteria for ranks:

  • How much I like/dislike the movie.
  • Hair . . . duh.
  • Overall personality and character.

No slut shaming allowed–believe me, the Internet has already produced a list for that!

So, here goes, my ranking of the Disney princesses:

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I Challenge You to the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge!

I know I’ve been away for a while, but this is a movement that I find very important and am passing-on on all social media platforms. This morning I completed the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge. I froze my ass off for a half of a second until the humidity really set in, then proudly posted my video to my private Facebook account. I promised that for every “like” I get I would donate $1 (offer exists until 11:15 pm CST), and I want to put you all into consideration.

Like this post and for every like I will donate another $1 (again, offer exists until 11:15 pm CST)!

Help spread ALS Awareness and DONATE! Why? Because I challenge the entire WordPress community to the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge! You all have 24 hours to either dump some ice on your head or donate $100 at!

And, for my video. Well, here’s the only ALS Ice Bucket Challenge video you really need to see, if my words and bold font haven’t convinced you enough:

I’m Back

I’m back and I have survived the muddy mosh pits of Lollapalooza 2014. What an adventure.

But, before I delve into everything music, I just wanted to let you all know that my fitness/weight loss/somewhat healthy Tumblr is up and running! If you need a fitness buddy, I’m you’re person, and I would really appreciate some love on Continue reading

Challenge Conquered!

My heart would break without you
Might not awake without you
Been hurting low from living high for so long
I’m sorry, and I love you Stay with me, “Bell Bottom Blue”
I’ll keep on searching for an answer ’cause I need you more than dope

That’s the song that played on my iPod once the plane took off leaving Continue reading


It really isn’t that big of a deal, despite all of the capitals in the title (sorry!).

One of my things or goals on my buckets list was to lose weight. For me, trying to eat healthy and working out is very lonely.

For example, a bunch of my close friends have memberships to the same gym as I do Continue reading

A Comma Splice Walks Into A Bar…

Good thing I was an English major . . . I chuckled :)

101 Books

If you get these jokes, you’re a true English major.

I think my personal favorite is #6: “The bar was walked into by the passive voice.”

Grammar jokes…they get me every time. If you haven’t seen Weird Al Yankovic’s amazing parody, “Word Crimes,” then take a few minute to watch that today too. 

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Happy Birthday Catcher!

Rye_catcherHappy 63rd birthday to my favorite book of all time, The Catcher in the Rye! Grace Literate would not be Grace Literate if we didn’t give a shout out to this classic novel.

And, in case you were interested at all, here are 36 Things You Probably Didn’t Know About “The Catcher in the Rye.”

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I Know It’s Selfish, But . . .

My best friend, Flora, celebrated her 24th birthday yesterday by running a marathon where the proceeds went to cancer research. She’s a tough cookie, and I’m proud to say that she has been my best friend for (officially) twenty-one years. I know, crazy to believe that two toddlers could stick out a friendship past the terrible twos AND puberty. Bless our souls.

Flora and I had similar upbringings. Coming from very European families–as we call it “fresh off the boat,” literally–it was always instilled in our minds that we would grow up into this beautiful young housewives that would be married to successful European men (her’s would be Italian, mine would be German) and while hubby was working that 9-5, we’d cook, clean, and raise our equally Euro children the same way we were raised.

Um, no.

Flora is a year older than me and has always been my mentor and idol. I remember we’d play school where she’d be the teacher (because she was older) and I would be the student, and she’d actually give me copies of her math homework to do! It wasn’t her homework, per say, she’d have her teacher make a copy for me. Let’s just say I was always one step ahead of my grade, and, looking back on it, I can’t thank her enough. To be honest, I probably wouldn’t have gone to college if she hadn’t gone first.

I was dead set on living the 50s housewife life. I remember one time, in second grade, our art project was to draw us in the profession of our choosing or desire. I drew a “mom,” a woman with her hair up, adorned with a pink apron and yellow rubber gloves, a feather duster in her left hand and a crying baby in her right . . . all with a smile on her face. On that quarter’s report card, my teacher said I lacked ambition; the rest of the year, she made me read books about scientists, firefighters, and any other daredevil job that every child would oooooh and aaaaah at. Not I (said the fly).

Flora really redefined what independence meant to me, especially when she ended her seven-year relationship with her high school sweetheart . . . seven years!!! I can only imagine that most women would feel lonely or lost (I know I would), but I think I was more upset than Flora was. Not only did she redefine independence for me then, but through her stories of travel and living on her own and paying for her own education. She showed me that I could be independent, too, and that I wasn’t limited to becoming a young bride/mother/housewife/all of the above. More so than those books in second grade, she showed me that I could be whatever I wanted to be.

Today (and especially recently), I see posts on Facebook of engagements and baby announcements, and the smiles on their faces in the pictures they post truly warm my heart . . . but these women, future mothers, and couples are so young. The youngest I know of is . . . eighteen. Shit, I’m a bridesmaid in my good friend’s wedding next year, and she’s twenty-two. Just last year I was twenty-two, and even now, at twenty-three, I’m still a little bit freaked out whenever a Say Yes To The Dress marathon comes on! Not because the dresses are absolutely gorgeous (and they are), but there’s so many things I want to do before the I dos.

Like traveling the world; I want to learn from different cultures, eat food I can’t get in Chicago (which is very tough, since Chicago is pretty much foodie central), and learn something from the vast world around me. I want to write a book about all of my experiences, and one about the made-up experiences that run through my imagination. I want to write a successful screenplay and watch my words be turned in the movie that played through my head while I wrote it. I want to bungee jump, since I was too terrified to do so in Australia . . . even though I went skydiving instead (#DoingItWrong). But I want to go skydiving again, too, and scream at the top of my lungs as I free fall through the clouds. I want to be absolutely terrified, but conquer my fears and live life to the fullest.

I want to be independent for just a little while longer.

With a family to take care of, children to look after, and a relationship to keep up, there’s hardly anytime to accomplish all of that. It’s selfish and immature, but I’m still young and still in need of some quality Grace time.


Don’t get me wrong, I am truly happy for my friend getting married next May, and it smiles to see happy photos of weddings and baby bumps . . . but (dare I ask this) will all of your young and crazy goals and dreams be accomplished? Eventually, if you don’t forget about them.

Congratulations to the wives, the mothers, the newlyweds, and the men shopping for that perfect ring. Eventually I will join you all in the land of wedding bliss and the joys of motherhood, but for now I’ll wait. I’m only twenty-three, and I want some adventuresome stories to tell my future children and a legacy to leave behind.

On a final note, happy birthday Flora! You truly are an inspiration to not only me, but to every person you meet. I love you, and I hope you enjoyed your special day.