Oh my goodness! I just got a notification on WordPress, Stuck On The Kitchen Floor has been up and running for two years! TWO YEARS! Granted, I’ve only been actively blogging for one year now. But I had created the name two years ago. Just crazy to think that a little over two years ago I was physically on the kitchen floor, bawling my eyes out and now I’m sitting in my king-sized bed looking out of my hotel room at the Chicago skyline. Just crazy to see where life takes you, how you thought you knew where you were going and it turns out you just have no idea. So happy anniversary to Stuck On The Kitchen Floor and happy holidays! 



Next time you feel down, or you’re having a dark day.. Go to this website.

If you’ve never heard of it, it’s a website where you can anonymously post a twitter-length story about when you were given hope. I haven’t posted on there, but I was feeling down and decided to check it out. It doesn’t always make you feel better, there are plenty of sad posts. The sad posts just helps remind me that I’m not alone and there are others who are struggling with life as well. BUT there are the incredible miracle posts! Those are the ones that give you hope. 

Check it out! 



A few weeks ago, I had my baby sister over for a sleepover. Now some might think this isn’t a big deal, or anything to write a post about it. But let me just explain how MAJOR this was. My baby sister technically my half sister, we have different fathers. I live with my dad, and she’s never met him. So having her parents both approve of her sleeping over at my father’s house.. is really big. 

This sleepover was SO LONG and so eventful! I don’t even know where to begin. The plan was to pick her up on Saturday morning, spend the day together, have the sleepover with movies, makeovers, cookies (the typical). And then Sunday my dad and I were taking her to the Women’s U.S. Gymnastics Olympic Trials in San Jose. I’d drive her home later on Sunday and accept my trophy as the best sister in the entire world. Well, nothing went as planned. 

I drove out to pick her up, got all of her stuff in my car, and then my car didn’t start. Like, ever again. (Okay, I’m being a bit dramatic- the mechanic fixed it, but it took two weeks. Another post on THAT story!) So after an hour of trying, my dad had to drive 45 minutes out to pick up myself and my sister, and I left my car at my mom’s. Now let me explain just how stressed I was at the very thought of my parents being in the same driveway let alone the same city. I have so much anxiety of my parents seeing each other, that this alone almost made me cancel the entire weekend. 

So anyways, after that disaster, we took my sister back to my house. She was so shy meeting my dad, but he’s just the best guy in the entire world. He was so sweet to her, and wanted to show her around the house and he even bought her some things just for our house. We spent the rest of the day watching movies, doing each other’s hair and makeup ( I looked beaaaautiful in case you were wondering- hot pink lipstick and white eyeshadow are just so complimentary to my skin tone.) and baking cookies. 

The next day we went to the Olympic Trials, and had so much fun! The seats were incredible, and it was just amazing to watch the athletes. Watching my sister enjoy herself and seeing the excitement through her eyes was just the most precious gift I could have ever asked for. 

She ended up spending two nights with me, and I think it was the best weekend I’ve ever had. Two of my favorite people in the entire world were together with me. The sweetest part was when I was driving my sister home. She was really quiet in the back seat, and I asked her what was wrong. She started crying and said she was going to miss my dad. Oh my heart strings! I almost cried with her. 

Just such an amazing weekend, and I’m so glad I have my little sister.