Um... Bulgaria is an interesting country. The people are lovely. There are potholes the size of small planets.

History is fickle. We know that. The good and bad come around and go around, and go around again. There are recessions and depressions and economic boom and bust.

I love dessert. All kinds. But there's something about ice cream that makes me happy. I am drawn to its simplicity. I am perplexed by the endless supply of constantly growing flavor options. And I am always in the mood for sprinkles and a sugar cone.

I simply do not think that yelling, swearing, threatening or belittling will get you to the place you want to be faster than kindness, understanding, patience and a little willingness to compromise.

I always knew I'd go back to school. Modeling was a means to an end, making money for graduate school.

Why do I always choose the shopping cart with the squeaky wheel? Is it my bad luck, or are all the carts dysfunctional?

I have been known to go to the grocery store and just buy pepperoni. There's just something fantastic about salty, fatty meats.