Three … Three Years Old!

July 14, 2014.Reading time 2 minutes.

Yes, it’s Life Sucks In A Strapless Bra’s THIRD birthday today. And can I say I now feel bad for rolling my eyes at parents who cry during everyone of their children’s birthdays like, “where did the time go :::sob sob sob:::” Well yeah … now I’m one of those sobbing fools.

As I sit here sipping on champagne (I traditionally treat myself to a bottle of champs every blogaversary), there is a montage of blog moments rolling through my head with “Memories” playing in the background (aren’t you jealous that you aren’t in my head right now)? Every year has been so different and so filled with those delicious “pinch me” moments that make me just hungrier for more. Oh yeah …I’ve got big plans, people .. BIG plans.

This blog is my epicenter of happiness and the best thing I have ever done so far in my 27 years on Earth. Never once have I thought to myself, “meh … over it.” And when that thought never crosses your mind, I truly believe you have something special. Because being a blogger is hard, and time consuming, and lonely, and annoying, and exhausting, and competitive … did I mention time consuming? But like I said, my life would have sucked way worse if I didn’t wear a strapless bra when I was 16 and thought to myself, “LIFE SUCKS IN STRAPLESS BRAS! Wait … I should do something with that one day.”

Most importantly, it is one of the most rewarding things I do because of all the amazing support I receive. From friends, family, co-workers, friends of friends, people I don’t even know, and freaks on Twitter … it is overwhelming sometimes how supported and encouraged I feel because of all of you. Cliche warning: I honest to sweet Jesus wouldn’t be able to keep on keepin’ on without all of your well wishes, comments, retweets and other social media buzzwords that equal support nowadays.

So yeah … I can KICK, STRETCH and KIIIICK …. I’M THREE, THREE YEARS OLD! What up year four, let’s do dis!

Life Sucks In A Strapless Bra Turns TWO!

July 14, 2013.Reading time 3 minutes.

Sometimes when I think about the past year, for numerous reasons, I almost need someone to pinch me.

For some reason, any larger than life moment that happened for Life Sucks In A Strapless Bra this past year … happened when I was driving to work. Yep, literally behind the wheel. I may or may not have been checking my email whilst driving, and before you start shaming me, I learned my lesson, alright. Because receiving shockingly fantastic news, like oh I don’t know, your blog being quoted in mother effing TIME MAGAZINE ONLINE is not something one should do behind the wheel. Or that time I was driving, minding my own business, listening to my fav, Elvis Duran and the Morning Show, and hearing my BFF Carla Marie mention Life Sucks In A Strapless Bra on the “What’s Trending” segment. Nationally syndicated. NA-TION-ALLY. SYN-DI-CATED. I about fainted. I still get woozy when I think about it, as a matter of fact.

Life Sucks In A Strapless Bra is my dream, my baby, and something I have fantasized about doing way before I even knew what under wire was and how badly it sucks. But to my family, friends, co-workers, fellow bloggers, and cat who support and inspire me every day and push me to take things to the next level … I sincerely thank you. I literally wouldn’t have the strength, courage, and drive to do any of this without you … and that is a scientific fact.

And then to my dear readers and followers … where the hell would I be without you crazy kids? Every day you are making my dream that I’ve had since I was about 6 or 7 come alive. All I’ve ever wanted to do with my life is write. And knowing people, besides my mom and cat, are reading my words … still gives me goosebumps. Your comments, ‘LIKES’, ‘SHARES’, and :::fill in other social media buzzwords::: make me shine inside and out. You make me want to be a crazy lady and stay up until all hours of the evening concepting, writing, and plotting to make Life Sucks In A Strapless Bra bigger, better, and more bad ass … just for you.

What a CRAZYTOWN year … is all I have to say. I still shake my head in awe when I think about all the fantastic people I’ve met and opportunities that have been handed to me the past year. In the words of my Aunt Pat, I am truly blessed.

Year THREE … let’s do this.

PS. That woman chillin’ on the moon with a bottle of bubbly in the photo above is indeed NOT me. Although I wish it was.