Today is all about swimsuits. You ladies keep asking me where I get my swimsuits from. I come from the school that information should be shared so we all can look fab.
Miami is absolutely beautiful! The streets are just lined with palm trees. As soon as I walked outside, I started to instantly sweat. The heat was no joke. But bring cash...a lot, a lot of cash. It is not cheap in Miami!
I'm almost positive that you guys are tired of me talking about Jamaica. But it's my second home. But what was I thinking? How dare I try and be positive about going to a beach in Jamaica!!! Jamaica hates me!!!
Sometimes "Stella" just needs to get her groove back. I've come up with a list of 10 sex-uations that have happened to some of the women that I know. Predicaments that we perhaps should be ashamed of, but not!
I love when I come across little discoveries around Toronto. I've heard about this place for years, but never really made the effort to go. I finally checked out Chill Ice House Toronto; A bar completely made out of ice!
I have always been uncoordinated on the dance floor. Actually that's a lie! When I was in high school I was like a dancehall Queen. Every new move that came out, I was on top of it.
I have always been considered a big girl. Lord knows I have absolutely no idea what it feels like to be skinny. And I'm ok with that. I mean, can you really miss what you've never had?
For some reason Cayman Islands has always been on my bucket list of places to go. I'm not sure why (I really don't think it's because I met the sexiest body builder in Jamaica who was from the Cayman Islands.....uuuughhhh...his body....I just wanted to lock him in a room and do very bad things to him.)
Have you ever dreamed of punching that very annoying co-worker in the throat? Imagined driving your car over your ex boyfriends big toe? No? Are you really being honest with yourself?
When most people decide to travel, things that could wrong don't often times enter their thoughts. For worry warts like me, I always think of worst case scenery. I'm really a 'what if' kinda girl.
So what do you do when your flight is cancelled in Philadelphia and the next available flight is 24 hours later? You jump in an uber and check out the sites of the city of brotherly love.
Ok….I’m not gonna lie. I AM NERVOUS!!! It’s my very first solo dolo trip to a country that’s first language is not English. I’m excited and terrified all at the same time.
YYYYaaaaaaaaa me!! I'm finally doing it. I'm making that leap to live the life that I've always wanted. If I'm going to be completely honest, I'm terrified. I'm the queen of what if. What if I fail? What ifI run out of money?