Recently, I had the pleasure of attending the Women in Philanthropy and Leadership Conference hosted by Coastal Carolina University. I've been to several Women in Politics conferences, but this was my first true Leadership conference. Let's be honest, initially, I only went to the conference because I badly needed a break from the office. The day was long (commuting from Charleston to Myrtle Beach and back in day, makes for a long day, any day). I took away so much more than I thought from this conference. I would not classify myself as a feminist, or one who is really loud about female issues, but I found myself really relating to each and every speaker. In my head, I was screaming, "yes, that is so me". Here are a few key take aways I took from this conference.
1. Never say "no" to an opportunity. Jan Fields, the former US President for all McDonalds, was the first speaker. She brought up this amazing point. I was over the moon, excited to hear a McDonalds exec speak. (If you know me, you know my very, very, unhealthy relationship with chicken nuggets, and McDonalds). Jan was remarkable. Hearing how she worked her way up from the fry cook to a President was awesome. Her sense of humor and sarcastic attitude made it even better. Too often, I get too scared, or too nervous to do something, so I find it easier to say no, then to do it. There are so many opportunities that I sometimes kick myself for not taking part in, whether its a trip with friends, or a job that I saw on a job board that I felt I was under-qualified for. Under qualification brings me to point two.
2. Men are risk takers, women are not. At one point during the conference (I believe it was on the lunch time panel) someone brought up the point that women often settle with their careers. Whether it's not asking for a raise and not knowing our worth (I am very guilty of this!), or not asking for a promotion or interviewing for a job because we feel we are unqualified. Women often don't take risks, whereas men do just that.
3. Women tend to work office-hours and feel guilty if they are not at work during working hours. Men will show up at 10 am and say "Yes! I am here" and feel their day has been productive. There is nothing wrong with having this sense of productivity. It's all about learning how to be more efficient with your time. I'll admit, many of these women are successful due to long hours in the office and lots of work, but learning how to be more efficient with your time at work, leads to better productivity, and, in turn, leads to a longer, better career.
4. It's all about the Pie Life. The last speaker was Samantha Ettus, author of the Pie Life. What is the Pie Life? It is that messy pie that makes up your life. It's that work/life balance thingy that the we all strive for. I don't have kids, so I don't struggle with some of the same struggles that many other women struggle with; however, I do have this work/life balance issue. Learning how to balance, work, my stringent health and wellness sector, my husband, my four-legged kid, my house, it's overwhelming. I've learned to try and balance, but still struggle when any minor thing comes up and interrupts my weekly agenda. Many days I get up at 5 am and go straight to my Crossfit gym, come home, shower (have no time to dry my hair), dash to work, and sometimes not leaving work until well after 6 or 7. I try to keep this in check, but it's hard when there are events after work that I desperately want to attend to, but know that I have to be in bed or have chores to do around the house.
Overall, I took a lot from this conference. One, never show up to an interview with wet hair (thanks, Jan, I'll be sure to dry it before an interview). Two, approach life for what it is, life. Things are going to get in the way. It's okay not to be perfect. It's okay to have a pie that is messy. Mine sure is. I'm learning to embrace the mess. Embrace the times with my husband that we ditch laundry on a Sunday and instead get out the house and go on a walk downtown. Embrace the mess. The mess sustains me. No one ever said a pie doesn't taste as good just because it's messy. Life isn't an episode of Top Chef.
All too often in life, we focus on the negative. The "drama", the gossip... I'm as guilty as the next. When people ask me how my day is, I often respond with the negative before the positive, if there is a positive at all. A week ago, I found myself down in the dumps. Nothing was wrong with my life. Everything was going well, but I just couldn't shake this sad feeling. The music I was listening to was awful. Break up songs, man-hater songs galore. The shows I was watching weren't much better. I was having racing thoughts before bed and therefore having a hard time going to sleep. I couldn't shake this crappy feeling. I attributed it to the "winter blues". After all, the weekend before had been freezing, making any Vitamin D hard to come by. I realized I had spent too long focusing on the negative and the negativity was taking over my life. I'll admit, when it comes to personalities, I am more of a Negative Nancy that an Positive Patsy. It's something I've come to realize and want to work on 2017. My husband told me a story about someone he knew that decided the best way to transform their thinking was to, at the end of the day, write down three positive things that happened that day. It didn't have to be too extravagant (no life saving stuff), and it could be superficial (example: I had a good hair day). I took his advice to heart. I've spent the last week focusing on the positives and mentally noting three positives at the end of the day. Some of them have to do with the gym (not going to lie, many of them have to do with accomplishments at the gym), some of them have to do with work, and some of them just have to do with the way I looked. (I'm not afraid to say sometimes I can be vain, and I appreciate myself when I have a good hair day or my outfit is on point). On Friday the 13th, one of my wins was just surviving Friday the 13th without something bad happening. This has helped me realize that everyday has a positive. Everyday has negatives too, but I am choosing to focus on the positives than the negatives. Focus on the lifts I make at the gym, not the lifts I miss. Focus on the compliments I get at work, not the criticisms. I'm not living on this space cloud where I think the world is perfect, Lord knows it's far from it, but I"m choosing to focus on the good. This is especially trying this week, given the nature of politics and the country. I am fearful the negative is going to come out on Friday with people in general, but I'm going to choose to walk on my own little ray of sunshine and cast it aside. Everyday I get excited to think about my three wins. After even the crappiest of days, we all deserve three wins.
One hundred days ago if you asked me the question "can people change?", I would have been doubtful. Doubtful because I didn't think I could change. One hundred days ago, I was battling a demon, that I only now realize was my biggest flaw. This demon controlled my life, was the reason for my failures, and was ultimately going to cost me everything I had at best, and at worst my own life. At 26 years old, I didn't think I was old enough to be an alcoholic. When I thought of the term, I thought of some lazy, overweight male, sitting at home drinking liquor all day with no job, no money. I didn't think an alcoholic could manifest itself as a 26 year old female, working hard to pay the bills, but blacking out every weekend and many times during the week. I chalked this up to still being a kid. A kid who was four years out of college, making the same mistakes I did when I was in college, but these mistakes had bigger consequences. I was putting myself in unknown situations, with no recollection of how I got there. People around me would whisper, but I wasn't deaf. I could hear what they were saying. I could hear them calling me "that" girl, saying how I was ruining my life, saying that I was going to get myself into a situation I couldn't get out of. I made some bad choices and I thank God, that I never had to pay the consequences for those choices.
Let's fast forward 100 days. Today I am thriving. Doing better than ever at my job, have a relationship with my husband that is probably at it's all time best, am enjoying a healthy lifestyle. How did I get here? I had to make the ultimate choice to get rid of the bad influences. Alcohol wasn't the bad influence, it was the people who I surrounded myself with causing this. I felt I had to keep up with a lifestyle. I'm not saying every person I hung out with was a bad influence, it was one in particular person. My husband gave me the ultimatum get rid of her, or get rid of me. It was hard. A decision in my blurry, blacked out state that wasn't easy to make .After one night of drinking, ending with my heart being completely black because of her, I decided, enough was enough. Getting rid of her wasn't as easy as just ignoring her in public. I had to change my lifestyle. I loved working out at the gym, but knew that was the source of many of my problems. With my husband's persuasion, I took a giant leap (and lift) of faith and joined a Crossfit gym. I've always been against Crossfit. I've listened to what everyone said about it. "It's dangerous", "the coaches don't know what their doing", "those people aren't in shape, they can't even run a mile". Boy was I wrong. I had so much confidence walking in the door, only be torn down immediately as soon as I touched a barbell. However, I found myself driven to do something. This same compulsion I had to alcohol, I now had for working out. I wanted to be the best. I learned to channel my energy into something positive. I didn't want to go to happy hour in fear of missing a work out, and I definitely didn't want to chug a bottle of wine after busting my ass in the gym. I'm not saying I don't touch alcohol today, but I have learned what drinking in moderation means. 100 days. Give yourself a chance. Whatever you want to change, find a way. Take a moment to look back 100 days from now and enjoy that sense of accomplishment. Crossfit has taught me you will always prove yourself wrong. For every can't there is a can and a will. I can't change, so I thought, but I did.
So we have been back from our trip to Mexico for about two weeks now. I've been excited to post this blog about our trip, however, life has been so hectic that I haven't really had a chance. So here it goes...
A lot of people have asked how our trip was, simply put, it was awesome. We arrived Friday afternoon to the resort. The travel was relatively easy and painless. As soon as we got to the resort we were whisked away to a private check in area for Hilton Honors members. We were given complimentary champagne at check in and our illustrious green wristbands. Green meant you were a Gold or Diamond Hilton Honors members. They were said to have more perks, but we didn't really see any perks. The first thing I did, was throw on my bathing suit and hop over to the rooftop adults only pool. That became our one and only spot. It started off slow in the mornings, but by the afternoons the rooftop became a party. It was a great way to meet so many people. Instantly, upon arriving at the pool, I noticed a Gamecock shirt. Being not shy in the least, I asked around to see who's shirt it was. Come to find out, it was a gentleman's (I don't remember any names from the trip!) from Sumter, SC who now resides in NOLA. We became fast friends with him and his friend. We hung with them everyday at the pool.
The drinks were amazing. Shout out to Ricardo and Javier at Hilton Puerto Vallarta for amazing service. Basically any type of liquor you wanted they had. Surprisingly, I stuck to Corona most of the time. I've had good beer, but something about the Corona was so cold and fresh. The strawberry margarita was great. The rooftop also had a sushi bar. The sushi was okay. I mean for free sushi, you can't really complain.
The resort was situated right on the ocean. We had an ocean view room. I loved waking up to the view every morning, sitting on our balcony and enjoying the waves. I was surprised to see how late the sun rose and how late the sunset. The sun wasn't fully risen until around 10 am and didn't set until around 10 pm. The sunsets were amazing. I have never witnessed anything so beautiful. I tried to witness the sunsets on the beach everyday.
My one regret was how hungover I was for two days on the trip. I took the all inclusive to the next level. I love tequila and had my fair share of it. We were there during the NBA Western Conference Finals. Being that Puerto Vallarta is an easy trek from Cali, there were a bunch of Warriors fans. We would watch the games at the Lobby bar, take shots, and just drink. It became quite the party. My saving grace, was I anticipated one or two hangovers, so I brought my favorite hangover cure, Excedrin Migraine, a long for the ride. That combined with the huge bottles of water they kept in the room, saved me. I wish they had snacks in the room so I wouldn't have had to sneak out in my pajamas to the restaurant to take food.
The food was okay. Not superb, but I'm a picky eater. By the last day I was craving some regular pizza. I lived off of the chicken nuggets and french fries, no lie. The Brazilian steakhouse by the ocean was by far the best experience we had. The food was amazing. (I had a snack not long before, and was stuffed, so I didn't enjoy it as much as I wished I could have). We should have made reservations again. The biggest advice I would give, is do not drink the water and try to avoid the ice as much as possible. My stomach started feeling awful by the third day. I persevered through the rest of the trip, but it took a full week before I finally felt better again.
We both regret not doing any real excursions. By the fourth day (Monday, which was also Memorial Day), we were itching to get off the resort. We took a cab to the Boardwalk. It was pretty. You could tell it had a lot of history. It was a very old Catholic, Spanish town with cobblestone streets. We wandered for a while. Bought some tequila to bring home, and then made our way back in the sketchiest cab ever (that I nearly threw up in).
Overall, we had a great trip. We have decided, that we may not be the all inclusive resort type of people. We like to always be up and moving. We are already starting to plan our Memorial Day trip to Europe next year.
I wouldn't necessarily call myself a "foodie" (so cliche nowadays anyways), but I would call myself someone who loves a good meal with good company. After a very rough week (to say the least) that ended with a Friday the 13th, my husband and I were trying to decide where we wanted to go to dinner. His birthday was the next day, so I wanted to take him somewhere special. We bounced around ideas for hours. It amazes me that we live in a city with so many restaurants new and old, but still do the whole "Where do you wanna go?" "I don't know, where do you wanna go?" thing for hours on end. I'll admit. I love Charleston and I love Charleston food. What I don't love is it seems like you spend well over $100 for a decent date night in Charleston. The cost of food and booze just amazes me. So on Friday the 13th, after endless rounds of back and forth, we decided on the OD, or the Obstinate Daughter on Sullivan's Island. We have been there once before and were very very pleased. I tried to make reservations, but knew that would most likely be impossible because it books up weeks at a time. My husband and I love to go places (even the nicest of restaurants) and sit at the bar and just chat with the bartenders. (After all, if I wanted to just sit there and have a quiet night just the two of us, we would eat dinner at home).
So alas, we get to Obstinate Daughter. It was crowded, there were no tables. What I really liked was that they have a waiting list for the bar seats. I like that you don't have to elbow your way into a bar stool. Also, you can grab and drink and take it outside. The weather was beautiful on Friday so we definitely didn't mind having a drink outside. It only took about 10 minutes and we were able to be seated at the bar. We looked to the left of us and there Darius Rucker was in all his glory celebrating his 50th birthday. I've seen Darius a few times before around town. He definitely holds a special place in my heart being a girl from Columbia and growing up on Hootie and the Blowfish. Also, our first dance was to his song at our wedding. The first time I actually saw him was two days before the wedding and knew somehow it was fate. Trying to act cool and like I'm at total local, I've never approached him, however, it was cool for my husband to share his birthday weekend with Darius.
Anyways, back to dinner. We sat at the bar, enjoyed a few drinks, including one very good Moscow Mule. Bantered with the bartenders (told them they reminded us of an old married couple). We started off with two appetizers. The first was a flatbread with butter bean puree. This was probably one of the best things I have ever eaten, seriously, no exaggeration. The flatbread was buttery and the butterbean puree had a nice touch of lime. It reminded me a lot of guacamole. We also enjoyed some mushrooms with sauteed spinach, topped with fresh parmesan cheese. Anyone who knows me knows I DO NOT LIKE CHEESE. However, this fresh parm was fantastic. These two apps had us full already, but we had to order a pizza. The last time we were there we had the Ranger. Since the mushrooms were topped with an egg, I didn't want a pizza topped with egg too, so we decided for the Moultrie. It was a mushroom and pepperoni pizza (my two favorite pizza toppings). It was as good as ever. We finished the meal with a piece of red velvet cake accompanied with a candle and some birthday wishes for the birthday boy. The bartenders also bought a shot of limoncello (my first time having it, and it was good). As we were leaving, they brought Darius' birthday cake out. I was in awe that everyone seemed to let him be normal. It wasn't like the whole restaurant stared at him or didn't let him enjoy his meal.
We left OD fat and happy (and really not that broke, our bill was only $100 for several rounds of drinks and all that food). However, I wasn't ready to leave Sullivan's just yet. The sun was setting and there was a calmness in the air. My husband and I decided to walk down to the beach. We passed Sullivan's Island Elementary School and couldn't believe how nice the school was. We got to the beach right as the sun was dipping below and the night sky was setting in. We were right in front of the lighthouse. We sat there and just stared out for what seemed like forever. There was something so peaceful about that night. Maybe it was all setting in how bad of a week we had and how much we had gone through. I sat there with tears streaming down my face, with my emotions as raw as the scenery. It was just a horrible, no good week, and I knew in that moment it was over. I was happy to put that week away and start a new fresh chapter. It was the perfect ending to a bad chapter.
I think I can file this as one of the best date nights we have ever had and hopefully one of the best birthdays he has ever had. I thank Obstinate Daughter and Sullivan's Island for making me truly remember why I love this city and why I chose to call it home everyday.
PS Sorry for the lack of photos, I thought I saved my Snapchat story and I didn't :(
As the days start to get longer and summer is very slowly approaching (I mean why is still 40 degrees in April?) my anticipation for our upcoming Mexican Honeymoon grows. My husband and I chose to postpone a honeymoon right after our wedding due to lack of vacation time at work, and other factors. (Mainly, we couldn't agree on where to go, he wanted Europe, I wanted a relaxing tropical destination). Fast forward 8 months later, we finally decided on the perfect destination, Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. After working 18 hour days for three months straight (including weekends) I think he finally valued a relaxing vacation.
Why Puerto Vallarta?
We decided on PV because mainly it was one of two easily accessible destinations with all inclusive Hilton Resorts. We both saved up our Hilton Honors points from credit card purchases and from business travel, so basically our trip (minus the flights) would be pretty much FREE. It was between that or Montego Bay, Jamaica. Being that he is from South Florida and we both have been to the Caribbean, we wanted something a little farther away and more exotic. Plus the Hilton Puerto Vallarta Resort has an adults only rooftop pool with a sushi bar. (How can you pass that up?!). We also both love tequila and with PV being the Tequila Capital of the World, again it was a no brainer!
This will be the first time we have been out of the country together. This will only be my third trip outside the US. (Second trip, if you don't count a cruise to the Bahamas when I was 16). Luckily my passport was still valid from my trip to Spain in college. Unlucky for my husband, his passport expired the month we got married. Now, we just have to cross our fingers and hope his passport makes it to us in time. (Lesson learned, don't put off getting a new passport, the Government doesn't care about your upcoming trip as much as you do).
Our trip is officially 38 days away and I couldn't be more excited. Stay tuned in June for a full recap of the vacation. If you haven't already, follow me and my antics on instagram @parlerh. I am sure I will be Instagramming the hell out this trip. Already thinking of hashtags as we speak.
Check out these photos courtesy of Hilton Puerto Vallarta's Facebook Page.
It's officially spring and I couldn't be happier. The city of Charleston officially awakens from the dead of winter. The first real "kickoff" to spring in Charleston is the Charleston Wine and Food Festival. This is the first year I participated in the three day bougie event. I volunteered Friday night at Chicken Shit Bingo. Chicken Shit Bingo brought out the inner redneck in even the bougiest of people. Basically chickens were put in a cage and literally shit on a number and if you had the number you won. The food consisted on several local barbeque chefs and was amazing. I sampled a brisket slider that was to die for.
On Sunday, we got to experience the main tasting tents. I understand why this is first a wine festival. Booze was a plenty. Lines were too. There was not much food to be seen. I ended up drunkingly devouring a pizza when I got home. Some cops did offer us a dozen donuts from Glazed as we left. (Didn't help with my stereotype that all cops do is sit around and eat donuts). Next year I think I'll save the money on the tasting tents and go to some of the other events. Overall, a good first experience.
Another reason why March ranks up there in my top three months of the year is St. Patrick's Day. Since I've met my husband, we've always found a way and place to celebrate our not-so-Irish heritage. (He's Greek, so about as far from a short, red-headed Leprechaun as they come). While I was in college, we would always go to 5 Points in Columbia. 5 Points is great in college, by great I mean if you like to be elbowed, pushed around, and watch drunk college kids vomiting by noon. Since we've moved to Charleston, we have been going to the Annual Park Circle Block Party. This year was our third year. Somehow this always turns into a rambunctious event, but at least around a more mature audience.
This year my husband surprised me with an early "birthday" gift, my best friends. He flew my best friend from New York down and my other best friend came down from Columbia. We had the absolute best weekend. After drinking all day at St. Patrick's Day, we went out Downtown. We went to Warehouse for apps and drinks, then had drinks at Macintosh served by my friend's fake "ex-husband" from college. We somehow stumbled upon a Bachelor party (minus the Bachelor, who apparently was sleeping off his day drinking). The Bachelor party soon turned into a tequila-fest. I can honestly say, I have never drank so many shots of tequila back to back. The Bachelor party insisted on going to O'Malley's. After we repeated a hundred times, that O'Malley's didn't exist and it was a new bar, we just went with it and took them to "O'Malley's". The rest of the night is a blur. I forgot the time changed and woke up at 10 am the next morning (really 9 am) confused as hell. The next day, I double brunched. Did my regular Triangle Char and Bar brunch with the husband, then went to Stereo 8 on James Island to meet the girls for brunch. I took my friend to a brief (due to the hangover) Second Sunday experience on King. Overall, the weekend was one for the books, however, my liver was glad to take the next few weekends off.
Here's a recap in photos of the month.
So everyone has been raving about Blue Apron, so I thought I would give it a try. With the help of a gracious friend of a friend, who sent me a free week, I was able to give it a shot. Let it be noted, that I am NOT a chef. I like to cook, but due to my ADD, I am easily distracted and get stressed out really easily (usually this ends with me storming out of the kitchen, leaving my husband to finish off the meal). I am proud to say that with Blue Apron this did not happen. (Well, it happened for a second when I sliced my finger cutting an onion, but after the bleeding stopped, I recovered and was able to finish the meal). Here is my Good, Bad, and Ugly of Blue Apron.
Below are a few pictures of some of the dishes I made. The Chicken and Sage Pot Pie was by far my favorite meal. The Pineapple Fried rice was probably the easiest to make. It was great, but without a zester, my lime zest was inedible and I had to pick it out of the dish before eating. The last meal (not pictured) was Italian Beef Grinders with aged cheddar sauce and baked potato wedges. The potato wedges (which I've cooked many times before) were great. I added chili powder to them to give them more flavor. The cheddar sauce was not very good. I'm not a huge cheese fan, but this cheese had no flavor. I also think the ratio of cheese to flour to wet ingredients were off. I ended up having to add more flour to it, which in turn made it too thick.
Anyways, that's my take. I will definitely try it again. $50/week to experiment in the kitchen is worth it. May not do it every week, but it is worth trying again.
Let's all admit, January in Charleston is boring. There is literally nothing to do. It's cold, most of the time, and the Holiday's are over. The tourist have pretty much left. Other than sit at home and watch Netflix, there is literally nothing to do. With that in mind, I started browsing flights to go visit my best friend, Elizabeth, in NYC. Thanks to JetBlue (and the awesome renovated terminal at CHS), I was able to getaway for the weekend. Ten days earlier, knowing I had a $180 JetBlue credit to use, I started browsing flights. I came across two direct flights, one leaving Friday night (so I wouldn't miss work at all), and one coming back late Sunday afternoon. A perfect amount of time for a weekend getaway! The flight was $200 or so, and I figured with my credit it would only be $20. I went home and talked to my husband about it. He agreed that we should book it. I went to book it the next morning and the flight dropped to $116 roundtrip. How awesome is that!
After an eventful start to the trip, which included me leaving my credit card at the Charleston airport, I had arrived in the city to be reunited with my best friend. We had a great night Friday night going around Midtown to a couple different bars. My friend is in the Food and Bev industry so her hours are totally opposite of mine (meaning she didn't go to bed Friday morning until 7:30 am and I was up Friday at 7 am for work). At about 3 am I hit a wall, after being up for nearly 24 hours, and we called it a night.
Saturday she took me to brunch to her favorite place in Astoria. We enjoyed a few, or several :) mimosas there and headed back into the city to meet another friend of hers who was bartending at a country bar called the Waylon in Midtown. Didn't realize this was a Packer's bar. So we watched the Packer's playoff game. The environment was sooooo exciting. I didn't have a horse in the race, so of course I pulled for the Packers. After several PBR's we began cruising through Midtown again. The night ended at about 4 am at a diner called the Galaxy Diner, where I enjoyed a lovely hamburger and fries (for like $5 at that!) to soak up my alcohol for the day.
Sunday was a quiet day. We woke up late. Went to a restaurant in Astoria again to get a bite, however, I ordered my food and it didn't come after 30 minutes, and I was stretched for time, so I had to jump in a cab and go to the airport. Security was backed up, so I was left sprinting through the airport, and never got to eat. As I was walking to the airport, it started to snow. The plane was stuck at the gate for an hour and half to de-ice, and by this point I was hangry. All was well, when I FINALLY got a bag of chips mid-flight. When I got home my lovely husband had pizza waiting on me!
I absolutely loved my spontaneous getaway. I was so excited to see my best friend. Now that I know you can get direct flights with JetBlue for next to nothing, I will definitely be returning on the reg.
Here are some photos of my getaway.
Happy New Year!! I am so excited to embark on this new year. 2015 was great, don't get me wrong, but something about a fresh start is amazing. And by fresh, I mean, really fresh. Last week, I started a new job working as an Internet Marketing Specialist with a great local marketing agency here in Charleston. I am excited to get back to doing what I love! I am still learning and adjusting to the trends in the online world (a lot has changed in two years!), but am definitely already seeing that was a great move for me both professionally and personally.
I've also been hitting the gym hard. I am proud to say I never missed more than a week working out in 2015. I set my goal as to work out 4-5 times/week and have succeeded. I trained for the first 9 months one-one-one with my kick ass personal trainer, Tiffany Dennis. After the wedding and my work schedule got wacky, I decided to scale back a bit. I am looking forward to jumpstarting my training again! For the last 18 months or so, as I really started to notice changes in my body, I documented progress pictures. It wasn't really until last year, that I started sharing them. Below is a progress picture from one year to date. I am so much stronger physically and mentally. A year ago if you were to tell me to do a pull up, or run the entire bridge both ways (5 miles) without stopping, I would have laughed at you and said IMPOSSIBLE. It's crazy to think I can do this, without even a blink now.
Lastly, this New Year, I am focusing on being a better wife to my overworked husband. I have started experimenting in the kitchen, and really starting to make our new house of six months, into a home. I absolutely love our house and our neighborhood and am excited to watch my family grow in that house. I keep nagging my husband for another dog, so fingers crossed that comes this year!
I hope everyone else's 2016 is off to as great of a start as mine. Let's make this year our year. #lovetoall
Haley Parler Moore
Charleston resident. Digital Marketer. Crazy Crossfitter. Bulldog Mom. Wife. Gamecock fan. Constantly clad in Lululemon.