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Two years ago today, I launched this blog. It was under a different name, I posted sporadically and it was all about my wedding. 730 days later (I had to use a calculator to figure that out, FYI), it has become Heels in the Hills, a place were I post every weekday. A lot has happened in those two years. We expanded our family to the point where dogs outnumber people (I adopted our latest puppy while Tony was in Vegas at a bachelor party). The site has evolved into a lifestyle blog, where I write about food, fashion, beauty, home, books and more, in addition to my relationship. Tony and I got married. I received notes from readers all over the world, giving me a sense of relief that more people are looking at Heels in the Hills beyond my mom's book club as well as a sense of comfort that, even though I may not have sold a screenplay or become a movie star (yet), I am achieving my dream of entertaining people. It's grown from a hobby on Tumblr to a real, full-fledged blog that I love to write and am proud of...View Article
It's been a while since I've posted in the j'adorable things series, so here is a month's worth of happiness! Tony and I are looking forward to a weekend packed with exciting work events (he'll be live Tweeting the Hart of Dixie finale tonight, and keep an eye on Instagram tomorrow!) And, I will be going on my first camping trip as an adult. Stay tuned to hear how that pans out... Have the happiest weekend!View Article
I’m writing this at 12:04am, so it is officially my 29th birthday! I just got out of the Jacuzzi that Tony and I splurged on to ease our aging, aching backs... (Okay, I’m being melodramatic. We’re not that old, even if I’m “Hollywood old.” We’ve just wanted one for years and finally bit the bullet. It’s amazing.) Now, I’m chilling in a bathrobe with a face mask on, thinking about what I am looking forward to in my last year of being in my twenties. Here's my bucket list - 29 things to do in my 29th year:View Article
Today is my last day of being 28... Tomorrow, I enter my last year of being in my twenties. Which is absolutely insane. Tony and I recently drove past a billboard for a new TV show and I started running my mouth about how the girl on the poster looks just like me and why didn’t I get to audition for that part?! Then, Tony nervously responded, “Maybe because she’s 19?” So, yes. I’m embarrassed to publicly admit it, but in my head, I still look exactly the same as I did in college. (Only with better hair.) Truthfully, I’m happier now than I have ever been, and I’m glad I’m not in college anymore. But, I’m a perfectionist and had a “life list” growing up that doesn’t exactly match up with where I’m at now. I thought I’d be an in-demand writer-actress, married, spearheading a successful book club, waking up early to go to yoga every morning, spawning a few future doctors, you get it... But, I’m not as far along in my career as I’d like to be. I’m the dictator of an online book club, so I guess that sort of counts. I’m still unable to do the splits or touch my toes, and my “work out” often consists of me lifting 3 lb weights while parked on the sofa, watching Scandal. Tony and I are both “creative types,” and given both of our history in math and science classes, I think it’s pretty unlikely we have any doctor genetics hidden in us. Our kids are much more likely to join the circus. Or worse, pursue a career in writing and acting. But, the married thing is happening this summer! Tony is the best thing to ever happen to me. So, if one thing I hoped for myself could actually come true, I’m so lucky that it is him.View Article
I think it’s safe to say this was Tony’s best birthday ever; the big School of Rock news was the most epic gift of all time. Because we’d had to sit on it for a while before it was finally announced a few days prior his actual birthday (October 12), we’d been celebrating long and hard by the time the weekend rolled around. We’d planned to keep the party going Friday night and meet up with friends, but we were so tired that the idea of being social (or showering) was too much.View Article