That Yellow Girl

Well hey hey all you little yoga pant lovers. My name is Erin and I reside over at Living In Yellow.This is what I look like when I make my husband take blogging pictures for me. 

And this is what I look like when I attend stomach wrapping parties. 

Now that we got that disturbing visual out of the way, we can continue. 

My original plan was to come here and share with you all what I've learned from reading little miss Whit's "I Wore Yoga Pants" on a daily basis but then the Dairy Queen drive thru got the best of me which put me a few hours behind schedule. Really now that I think about it is the best lesson Whitney has ever taught me--never have a plan in blog land. That and carry Fireball with you every where you go. I'm still relying on mini bottles of wine to get me through (life) but one of these days I'll get on Whitney's level. For now I should probably tell you how much I dislike guest posts. Writing them. Reading them. Really anything that has the word "guest" and "post" in the same sentence I just don't like. All they are a bunch of "Hey come look at this really awesome post where I show off before and after pictures of our little lake cottage we just renovated!" 

or "I wrote the best post one time on how my husband won't tell me I'm beautiful!" and then there's the "You should read this post I wrote about making money in blogging because it will make you a millionaire. Or something like that." kind of stuff. And don't even get me started when the person writing the guest post is all like "OMG. I am best friends with  Giuliana Rancic--the proof is here, here, and here!!" 

I mean who cares if that particular blogger's readers once shared over 800 anonymous comments ranging from sexual fantasies to hilarious pooping stories and so on. Anyhow, I would never want to bore you with all of those fine details so for now I'll just say--come read my blog. I will repay you with posts that are half as cool as Whitney's and songs that we all can get down to. 

You're welcome.