It’s that time again! Last month’s pick (Unbroken) was one that a lot of us had trouble getting into (…or even opening, HA!). You can’t win em all, right? Hopefully this month will get us all back in the game.

Check out the choices below and vote for your favorite. I’ll announce the winner next Sunday in our Facebook group (it’s a closed group so that it doesn’t take over our newsfeeds when we get excited about something. If you want in, just request to join and I’ll add you!).

Here are this month’s options:

I’m not exactly sure when it started, but for a long time I was in this weird relationship with food. I needed to eat all of it. Like, every last bit that was on my plate. It didn’t matter if I was at a restaurant and there were like three portions piled up or if I was at home and my eyes were just way bigger than my stomach. If it was there, I had to eat it.

Part of me thinks it was my inner cheap ass and hater of waste saying “I’m not letting that end up in the garbage.” Another part of me says I had no willpower and wanted all of the tasty things. It was probably both.

It wasn’t until I started exercising regularly last February that I began thinking more about my relationship with food. After a few months of working out almost daily and losing very little in the pound department, I was immensely frustrated. I was eating healthy most of the time (although trying hard to sweep sugar binges under the rug) and seeing very little for it.

Do you know how annoying it is to sweat your butt off with Jillian Michaels just about every single day and have the scale stare back at you with the same unsatisfactory number week after week? Yes, I was feeling better. Yes, I was absolutely stronger and healthier. But failing to lose any weight when you’re working so hard messes with your head.

I’m new at this whole podcast thing. For a while there, podcasts and videos just weren’t in the cards for me. I find it impossible (and slightly nerve wracking) to listen to things or watch potentially inappropriate videos while the girls are around. But since Ellie started preschool, I’ve dipped my toes into the podcast pool—and I’m hooked.

It started with Serial. If you haven’t listened to it, you should stop everything and follow that link. It’s awesome and I will wait here patiently while you binge listen. If you have listened to it and need something to fill the void, check out Invisibilia. It is also awesome.

Somehow, after Serial I followed a path that has slowly led me to become sort of a business-y podcast nerd. If you told me that a couple of months ago, I would have laughed in your silly face. Pshhhhht. Listening to someone talk about business for pleasure. Yeah right.

This post is part of my DIY Supply Purge Project. I realized that I was slowly being buried alive in DIY supplies that made me squeal but were never put to use. To fix that problem, I’ve made it my mission to use up all of my supplies before I buy any new ones—and to share some fun DIYs with you guys along the way.

Remember a year or so ago when I made that Halloween wreath with all of the googly eyes? Well that project sparked my daughter to proclaim that we should never buy another wreath again. Instead, the only thing worthy of our front door would be something made by me.

Can you feel the pressure? The girl is very opinionated and would have no problem scrunching her freckled nose and shaking her head to let me know my effort is sub par. Still, I bravely marched onward (or upward into my supply pit and then downward to the island in our kitchen where I toiled away with the weight of her pickiness sitting on my shoulders). Luckily, she loved it.

This year I have set a goal for myself to write 52 Essays: one finished piece every week. I’m not sure what you can expect from them because I’m sort of winging it. Some will be good. Some will be less good. Hopefully you’ll love them. Maybe you’ll hate them. We’ll just have to wait and see. 😉

Guys, I’m pretty sure my husband is the worst person in the history of the universe at describing people. I mean, it was bad enough when he gave a “meh” shrug at the mention of Natalie Portman and said “She’s cute, I guess” (um, no dear. She’s gorgeous). But I am now convinced that if I were the victim of a crime, my husband is the absolute last person on the face of the earth that I would want tasked with describing the bad guy.

Bad Dad would leave even the most seasoned of police sketchers (that’s what they’re called, right?) with a drawing that looks like this:

Think I’m exaggerating?